Even in the Golden Clan's territory, there was some bickering to deal with before we returned to the ranch in an old horse-drawn carriage.

Once we handed back the carriage and moved on to the next clan domain.

"The evening is drawing near. Shall we find somewhere to lodge for the night?"

"Are there places that won't take us in?"

After all, this is a visit from a clan chief; one would expect at least shelter to be offered.

"It's quite an ordeal to ask for accommodation in Silver Lady Gasto's retired realm, or in Purple Matriarch Alma's domain as the fortune-telling oddball, or even in Gold Lord Oliver's territory where he's considered Gasto's senior brother."

"…Is that what you mean?"

"If no one else hears it, then there's nothing wrong with saying it."

Well, even elves, once they settle together, start whispering behind backs sooner or later.

However, Silver, Purple, and Gold...

"So Blue, Green, and the rest are fine, then?"

Of the clans opposed to her at that clan meeting, aside from Irina's White, Dierle's Crimson, Goleus's Orange, and Christy's Sakura, were the remaining five clans.

All said to be conservative in ideology.

"Green elder Shakier leans toward moderation within their group. Or rather, Green has several successor candidates full of blood and spirit who argue fiercely every so often, making it hard to call them a united front. That elder himself, whether for good or ill, merely prays that nothing happens in the forest."

"So if we just say 'We need lodging'?"

"At least they'll warn us not to act recklessly within their borders. They should recognize Lord Smayson at least."

...That old man was so frail it was impossible to guess what he was thinking; simply put, someone burdened by endless worries.

"What about Blue?"

"The clan chief is Elder Voice. ...Well, you'll understand once you see him. Let's stay there tonight, then."

Irina activates the teleportation spell from the twisted square.

We are enveloped in light and instantly transported.

The Blue Clan's estate lay by the water's edge.

Now, a clan estate is basically just a village; choosing a location near a water source makes perfect sense for daily life...but this place was massive.

Rather, it was the water that was enormous.

"Is this…a lake?"

"It's the sea."

"W-wait, the sea?! The ancient barrier even encompasses the sea!?"

The ancient barrier distorts spatial connections with the outside world.

Granted, dealing with land is one thing, but if the barrier extends into the ocean itself, wouldn't that cause all kinds of complications?

"The area isn't particularly large; just a tiny bit. Still, since it's completely cut off from the outside sea, no fish can enter. It seems this stretch of sea in front of our clan estate is used as a kind of living pond."

"So when we want seafood…"

"You must row out beyond the barrier and face the fury of the storms and fighting elves."

...Howling winds, dark skies.

Elves braving rough waves in canoes, armed with fishing gear, catching tuna, marlin, penguins, walruses and occasionally engaging life-or-death battles with sea serpents or giant sea beasts before returning triumphantly under full sails of celebration.

That image suddenly materialized in my mind.

"...It feels like my mental image of elves is being invaded like never before."

"Hmm. I don't know what you're thinking, but I'm probably right about it being wrong."

"Seriously!?"

No way, for real.

But to my surprise, on the dock by the sea, blue elves were gathered around a huge cauldron, holding what looked like an in-character meeting of those Sea Devils.

"Come on, fall head over heels for us Sea Elves~ ♪"

"Hahaha! Hey, more booze!"

"Let's gut the next Lance Shark too!"

Several long-eared fishermen with sun-browned faces—totally unbecoming for elves—were singing and dancing joyfully atop the gathering.

Among those seated at the high place was an elderly elf man fondling a young elf girl's rear end, who looked familiar.

"Feeling okay, Voice Uncle?"

"Huh? Oh, you... weren't you from somewhere around the White Yanderes?"

"Irina."

"Oh right, right. Come on, drink up!"

"I'll have some."

While being poked by the elf girl he'd been fondling, Elder Voice poured wine for Irina with an expression that suggested he had nothing on his mind at all.

"And then... ah... who are you?"

Apparently, I was completely forgotten.

A plain-looking elf standing nearby, who didn't seem to do much fishing anyway, whispered in my support.

"Voice-sama, we're the humans from back when it was about that Holy Beast matter."

Elder Voice paused for a moment. Then—

"So what's 'back then,' 'back then'? Nah, forget it! You drink too! By the way, which clan are you from?"

"From Polka..."

"The Polka clan?! Well fine then, here, hold your cup—I'll pour it myself!"

At least he didn't seem to care about anything right now.

I took a sip of the wine myself.

It was smooth-tasting wine. Or maybe I'd had this before?

"Aha, could this be..."

"Indeed. It's 'Stormy Whale.' Didn't you drink some of it last night?"

So that's what they called it. I vaguely remember them saying it was made in the blue clan's territory.

"Oh yeah, right. Tasty, huh? This wine is made by my grandson's brother-in-law."

And so, Elder Voice launched into bragging about his own family tree.

............

The sun had long set, and under the moonlight, Elder Voice finally finished his tale.

"So my ship will now be used as raw material for lucky charms," he concluded.

He'd already been talking about going somewhere tomorrow afternoon anyway.

Just then, Irina cut in while pouring drinks for Elder Voice.

"By the way, could you lend us lodging tonight? We're bringing Master Smyson and are on our way to guide someone through the forest."

"Aah, I see, right. Well, whatever—I say Entru, handle it!"

"Yes, yes..."

The ordinary elf youth who had just suggested this stepped forward in front of us with a slightly exasperated look.

"Your rooms are prepared. This way, please."

"Great! Feel free to stop by and join us whenever you get the craving for another round!"

Voice Omu, shaking a flask in high spirits, found himself pinched and poked on the rear by a young girl again.

"…Well, I'm not some old man like that."

"I get it, kind of."

"He used to be renowned for his martial prowess, yet he leaves everything else entirely to others. Still, at the clan council, since the Silver Gust and Violet Alma lady seem wise enough, difficult matters are entrusted to them."

"Come on, is that really acceptable for a clan representative?"

"While it may not work elsewhere, Blue has done well with this approach just as he does. In such an environment, popularity above all else is key."

Though I'd always known elves could be either aggressive or friendly in various ways, I hadn't realized there were even ones like this among those living deep in the hinterlands.

At least, staying overnight at another clan's house doesn't mean sharing a room.

Me and Irina were assigned separate guest chambers within Voice Omu's residence.

"Well then, Irina. See you tomorrow."

"Mm. Where are we going tomorrow?"

"Just pick something that won't drag on too long, I suppose."

After exchanging goodnights, I collapsed into bed. Hearing the waves crashing outside the window felt fresh and strangely soothing; thanks to the alcohol, I fell asleep almost immediately.

The next morning, when I awoke:

"...nnng."

"Hey."

Irina was already in the same futon with me, as if it were perfectly normal.

Moreover, completely naked. So she's definitely of the "sleep nude" faction.

"...phew... Good morning, Lord Smyson."

"You slept in that other room yesterday."

"...Well, I did, you see."

There really isn't any meaning to try and dodge this right now.

"Hehe... Ah, but perhaps my charm lies in just this sort of thing. Beautiful women are indeed a dangerous commodity."

Then, with half-open sleepy eyes, Irina reached out without hesitation to stroke my morning-erect member.

"That's just because humans get energized in the mornings."

"Oh, I see. That's quite convenient."

I tried to say that it had nothing to do with your charm, but...

That slightly warm, petite frame made me unable to deny what a remarkable thing this was.

...A body I've tasted countless times before yesterday.

Delicate limbs that seem ready to snap, a slim waist I could cup entirely in both palms, a tight yet easily wet vagina. And then...

"Hmph? Making that greedy face again, aren't you?"

That flawless, innocent, and adorable expression.

"You've been caught... Hmm, Irina?"

"Lick it."

"...Not the first thing to discuss in the morning ♪"

What I'd intended as mere coquetry, my unruly thoughts, caused Irina to chuckle softly before wriggling deeper into the futon as if to comply.

I caught her instead and lifted her body, placing me upon her.

"N-nwhat...?"

"I want to lick it too."

"Uh, mmmph... you freak guy."

"Shut up, you hysterical bitch."

I straddled Irina's face, making her suck my cock.

Morning insemination isn't bad either, but something like this is nice too.

"N-n-no, don't l-lick me... f-fu, y-you asked for it b-beforehand...!?"

"Slurp~... lick, lick. Good girl, first come, first served."

"Oh, you damn pervert!"

Irina had started tentatively at first, licking with a mix of surprise and wariness, but then, as if challenging me, she suddenly opened her tiny mouth wide and swallowed my glans whole in one bite.

I wasn't about to lose either; I parted her labia and began drenching her somewhat immature but incredibly pleasurable hole with saliva.

"T-th-that's far too unrefined for you... D-don't f-fiddle with my balls, otherwise I-I'll cum...!!"

"Raw? Slurp... Alright then, here we go."

"Fuah!?"

She licks the ass hole too.

Between her cheeks, which offer a texture like mochi dough, she luxuriates in Irina's cute anus.

"S-stop, stop already... p-please stop even for just a little bit... b-before I-I can drink your seed juice..."

"Eh... you don't h-have to d-drink it, do you? You can just spit it out as you go, dump whatever you made into my mouth."

I hear that many people who suck also tend to spit it out afterwards.

But Irina argued back while diligently licking my glans.

"I-I will drink... Y-you said if I listen, that guy Apple makes me drink this every day..."

"M-mmm, well yeah."

"---Even I, at the very least in your presence, am a proper woman. No, I want to be a proper woman. It would make my stomach churn if he's capable but I'm not."

"It really isn't such a big difference whether you drink it or not... though I'd be happy about it."

"I-I'll just be happy i-if you're happy... n-mmph"

Irina, driven almost entirely by pride, forces me to cum by sucking my cock.

The sight of this tiny noble making such grotesque efforts to slurp and gulp at my cock is thoroughly disgusting, yet her halting but passionate strokes relentlessly hammer away at my pleasure center.

And as I forget all resistance, feeling the warmth of Irina's thighs against both ears...

"Mmph... mm, mm... mmm? ...Nghhh!!?"

Ejaculation.

Irina clung to it like a leech, trying to suck it up and swallow it, but gagged instead.

"Gurp...!?"

"Oh... hey, are you okay, Irina?"

Feeling a twinge of sadness that my cock had been thrown out the moment I started ejaculating, I worried about the gurgling, gagging Irina from behind her ass.

But once her coughing subsided, she vomited all over my waist, and seeing the scattered semen made her look incredibly regretful.

Even though it was due to the coughing, her tears made her look even more pitiful and cute.

"I-I can't... h-help myself..."

"That's nothing if you can't drink it anyway..."

"---I w-want to! I want to drink it! I told you so!"

"...Don't scream like that in such a loud voice."

If that youth named Entra hears it, what will he think?

"I made sure the illusion was properly set up. ...Lord Smayson, ah, just one more time, may I let you drink from me?"

"No need to get so worked up over it..."

Still, faced with this beautiful young girl tearfully begging me to drink her seed despite holding back tears in her eyes.

"O-oh my... ♪"

"Well... since your dick's already hard, I suppose you may as well."

My penis had quite literally woken up early that morning.

After agreeing to participate in Irina's rematch, we greeted Old Man Voice who was still holding the banquet, then moved on toward the Transfer Plaza.

...The climate inside the barrier forest is warm and gentle; apparently, the custom among those of Blue is to linger here day after day like living corpses while occasionally napping or getting in each other's way, continuing the party.

"That's right then... so perhaps we should head to Sakuragi next?"

"Sakuragi... you mean that place called Christie's?"

"Indeed. It truly is something special there."

Irina activates her teleportation magic, enveloped in a sphere of light.

Leaving behind the seafood-scented manor of the Blue clan, the first thing I sensed was the fragrance of flowers.

Even for me, who never particularly paid attention to such scents, this breeze carried a crisp, brilliant aroma unmistakable on the tongue.

"Oh, o-o..."

By the time the glare of the teleportation light faded and I opened my eyes, the surroundings were nothing less than a field of flowers.

I had visited once before, but it was during an all-clan barbecue party then; this was my first time seeing it in its normal state.

And as usual, my first impression remained focused on the flowers themselves.

"Are there really that many flowers here?"

"When I came last, we couldn't see past the smell of roasted one-horned horses."

"Heh... looking at them again now, they're truly beautiful. Just amazing."

"Well, while the flowers are nice, what I meant by 'amazing' isn't that, is it?"

Irina grinned and set off walking forward.

The Sakuragi clan's manor sits atop a gently sloping hillside.

As we climbed up the hill following Irina, the summit had been developed into a small viewing terrace.

From there, the plain stretching beyond the other side of the hill seemed to extend endlessly in every direction—a vast ranch.

"Whoa... this is absolutely something..."

Although scattered woods could be seen here and there, everything else consisted entirely of managed pastures—not limited seasonal ones like those around Poruka, but well-tended grazing lands.

Dotted across these pastures, counting by the thousands if not more, were the one-horned horses.

The mythical beasts said to have already gone extinct in the northern continents were being kept in such astonishing numbers.

Or is this more of a case of... mass reproduction?

"It looks like there's just an overwhelming surge of one-horned horses that's hard to manage..."

"Without agricultural magic specifically for livestock husbandry, they certainly couldn't be managed by the Sakuragi clan alone. What you can see from here is still less than a quarter of it."

"...Huh?"

It suddenly occurred to me that Irina had switched to a polite tone of speech. Glancing back, there stood Christie.

We've met face-to-face a few times now; the leader of the Sakuragi clan... or perhaps acting leader?

"Hello there! Surprised you both by such an unexpected visit."

"Mm. We're causing quite a disturbance, aren't we, Christie?"

"Oh, hi there!"

"How about it? If you'd like, perhaps we could have lunch here?"

Christie lifted up her basket and several bamboo water skins to show us.

"Is that okay?"

The efficiency she displayed in preparing this, considering it was made for us, felt far too polished.

Christy offered a wry smile.

"I actually made this as our share alongside my father and his disciples to see off the Hornless Ogres coming from beyond, but honestly... we're having another batch specially prepared just for them so I can bring that along instead."

Sensing Irlina had put considerable effort into things, she smiled with a look of mild concern.

"Very sorry," Christy said softly.

"It's fine. It would be more sorrowful if the Clan Leader of the White and Hero of the Beast Maze arrived without any hospitality at all."

Christy's smile was gentle.

...Ah, this is nice. An atmosphere like that of an older sister.

A sunny day atop a hill. A picnic lunch on a carpet of green grass, shared with beautiful women and young beauties.

The breeze carried the crisp scent of flowers. Soft, sweet bread baked by the elves themselves, filled with thick slices of Hornless Ogres's ham, sandwiched between warm buns.

And tea with a strangely pleasant aroma.

"Such profound happiness..."

"Oh dear, oh my. Seems to have hit your taste buds, which is wonderful."

"But really, you're getting far too entranced, aren't you?"

Because everything felt just right.

"That explains why the elves think they could never leave the forest again; I can see their mindset."

"Grateful over something as simple as a sandwich and syrup tea? Come on now."

"Oh, rude! ...But how about spending tonight here? We can serve much more elaborate dishes at our estate if you stay."

Wow. A tempting proposition.

...It feels so good.

So incredibly good.

This sense of fulfillment. This feeling of lightness floating above the world.

And then.

A young beauty, and a mature beauty.

"...Christy. Something seems off about Lord Smithson's behavior. Did you put something strange in his meal or tea?"

"Eh, wait a minute... Oh right."

"What's wrong? A-aah! What should I do if anything happens to Lord Smithson? Diane, the Sacred Beasts, the Dragon, everyone..."

So incredibly good.

A young beauty, and a mature beauty.

Irina and Christy.

...In a word, that kind of manly perspective.

I can't stand it.

"...Hmph."

My legs seemed to move on their own as I stood up unbidden. There was no conscious sense of shifting my center of gravity; rather, it felt as though something unseen was pulling me along.

Yet, what exactly I wanted was perfectly clear in my mind—vaguely yet unmistakably.

"S-Smithson... Lord?"

"T-technically, boiled juice from the Kanetsuki plant berry is supposed to have a slight stimulant effect on humans..."

"Christy!?"

You two are saying something or other, but I can't quite make it out, so I let my ears slide off.

I casually snatched the nearest Christie, clamped both her hands in mine, and kissed her.
Christie stared at me with wide, panicked eyes.

"S-Sir Smithson!!"

Ignoring Irina's startled cry, I thoroughly ravaged the inside of Christie's mouth.

"…Let yourself be used."

I murmured in a dazed voice.

"Oh, um... t-that..."

"Sex."

"Oh, um, s-so... are you talking about me...?"

She said it with a confused expression. Fine by me if she's only slightly flustered.

"Yes, Christie. I want to fuck you."

"Ah... y-yes, I guess... there's no avoiding it."

Christie laughed while wearing that troubled look.

"Do go ahead."

"What the hell are you doing, Christie!?"

"After all, I can't just leave it up to you..."

She continued unbuttoning her blouse slowly despite her wry smile.

Halfway through, I grabbed her shirt and ripped the buttons apart, exposing her chest.

She's huge.

"…Nngh!"
"Ah—"
Christie readily accepted me burying my face in her breasts without a second thought or reproach.
I pushed her down, lifted her skirt, and revealed her lower body.
She wasn't wearing underwear.
She's promiscuous. This woman is utterly lustful.

"No pants..."

"In this tribe, some clans wear undergarments and others don't..."

"That means Christie wanted me inside..."

"N-no, that's... n-not quite right either..."

"W-what are you saying!!"

"I-I mean, if she'd object, I wouldn't..."

"She said she likes me!!"

"Both of you shut up—"

I spread Christie's legs apart, coated her relatively dry vagina with saliva, and forcefully inserted myself.

"Nngh... u-kuh..."

Ignoring Christie's squinting eyes from the foreign intrusion, I took Irina's hand, pulled her close, and kissed her.

"Wha—!? S-Sir Smithson, t-that girl..."

"S-she said she'd accept it... mmmph... W-well, as for me... I've already been with Sir Smithson... more times than I can count...!"

"E-eh?! Um, a-ah, uu!?"
With one hand lifting Christie's leg and the other embracing Irina, I rocked my hips back and forth.

...Ah, something feels so right.
It feels good, you know?

◇◇◇

"Putting all the information together: it's undeniable that Andy and Irina walked through several clan territories yesterday."

"Hmph. There are even testimonies suggesting they seemed awfully close, wouldn't you say?"

"...So this means—"

"They pulled a sneak attack."

"That's unforgivable."

"Oh, um... maybe we should consider the possibility that she could have found herself in some even more dangerous situation..."

"Let's go, Lyra. In a situation like this, I don't think anyone would claim our master wouldn't have given an order to fly."

"To batten down for the forest like that... it's rare we get a chance to just barge in without any reservations♪"

"I want to say something to Lady Irina myself."

"Uh... ahem... ugh, I need to pull this together properly."

"Everyone do their best! Hmm, shouldn't Neia-chan try out some bolder outfits?"

"Eep!? No, no, that's okay!"

They spent the time bickering and fooling around in Gold Clan territory, before returning to the ranch in a carriage drawn by an old horse.

Once they dropped off the carriage, they headed to the next clan territory.

"Evening is approaching. How about we make our next stop somewhere that'll let us stay for the night?"

"Is there really any place that wouldn't?"

It was supposed to be a visit from a clan leader. You'd think they'd at least lend them a bed.

"Setting aside Old Man Gast's silver territory, I find it a bit hard to ask for lodging in Purple Clan territory—home of that fortune-telling oddball, Old Woman Alma—or Gold territory, ruled by Old Man Oliver, who's often considered Gast's elder brother."

"...Is it really such a bad idea to say it out loud?"

"If nobody hears us, no one will mind."

Well, even elves, when they live together, tend to let a little backtalk slip out now and then.

But silver, purple, gold...

"Then what about blue or green?"

At that clan council, the five clans opposed were everyone except Irina's white, Diel's red, Golks's orange, and Kristi's cherry blossom.

I'd heard they all leaned conservative in their ideologies.

"Old Man Shaquiel of the green clan is on the moderate side among them. More than that, the green clan has been embroiled in a long-running brawl among hot-headed heirs, making it hard to call things united. Old Man Shaquiel himself, who continues to mediate all this, does nothing good or bad; he simply hopes that nothing happens in the forest."

"So, what if we just ask, 'Let us stay?'"

"He'd probably just tell us not to cause too much trouble within his territory. Besides, I suppose he does recognize Lord Smayson's authority."

...That old man was so feeble you couldn't quite tell what was on his mind, but I suppose he must be someone perpetually burdened by worry.

"What about blue?"

"The clan leader is Old Man Vois. ...No, just look at him. You'll see for yourself. Today, let's make our stay there."

Irina activated teleportation magic from the crooked plaza.

We were enveloped in light and teleported away.

The blue clan village was situated by the water's edge.

Well, since a clan village is essentially just a hamlet, it's only natural to choose a spot near water for daily life... but this place was huge.

Not the village, I mean—the water was the bigger thing.

"Is that a lake?"

"It is a sea."

"A, a sea!? Does the Ancient Barrier enclose seas too!?"

The Ancient Barrier distorts spatial connections with the outside world.

Leaving land aside, wouldn't it be a hassle if the barrier extended to the ocean depths?

"The area isn't large; just a tiny patch. Still, it is cut off from the outer sea, so no fish migrate in. The sea in front of this clan village appears to be used somewhat like an enclosure."

"Then what do they do when they want sea fish?"

"They row out beyond the barrier and wage a fierce battle against the rough seas and the elves' spirits."

...Gale-force winds, a dark sky.

Elves breaking through violent waves in canoes.

Holding fishing gear in their hands, reeling in tuna, swordfish, penguins, and walruses.

Sometimes battling life-and-death struggles with sea serpents or giant sea creatures, the elves return hoisting flags of a bountiful catch.

...That image unfolded in my mind in an instant.

"...My image of elves is being eroded at an unprecedented rate."

"Hmm. I don't know what you're thinking, but you're probably not wrong."

"For real!?"

Impossible.

Or so I thought, but on the seaside pier, a cluster of blue-skinned elves huddled around massive pots, hosting a gathering that looked exactly like a fisherman's all-nighter.

"Hey there, you sea elves~ don't~ get~ attached~♪"

"Hahaha, heh—hey, we're running outta booze!"

"Gonna break down the next lance shark too, eh?"

With sunburned faces uncharacteristic of elves, several long-eared fishermen sang and danced with infectious joy.

I recognized an old man sitting in the seat of honor at the gathering, who was pawing at the butt of a young elf woman.

"How's it going, Old Voice?"

"...Hm? Oh, you... I recall you're from White Yan's place..."

"Irina."

"Ah, right, right. Well, have a drink."

"Thank you."

While being pinched by the elf woman whose butt he'd been touching, Old Voice handed me a cup and poured some wine without seeming to think about anything in particular.

"And... uh... who are you again?"

I had apparently been completely forgotten.

A nearby ordinary-looking elf, who didn't seem much involved in fishing, chipped in with a quiet whisper to help things along.

"Lord Voice, this is the human from that incident with the Sacred Beast."

Old Voice paused for a beat. Then—

"That incident? Which incident? Ah, never mind, just drink! By the way, which clan did you come from?"

"Polka..."

"A Polka clan?! Well, that's fine enough here. Take this cup, I'll pour it myself."

He seemed to not really care about anything at the moment.

I took a sip of the wine myself.

It went down smooth. No wait, I've drunk this before.

"Oh—this is, isn't it"

"Hmm. It's 'Whale Rough.' You drank it last night as well, did you not?"

Oh right, he mentioned it was made in the Blue Clan's territory.

"Oh—so that's why. Tasty, eh? My son-in-law's brother is the one who brews this liquor."

And just like that, Old Voice launched into a boasting session about his family.

…………。

The sun had fully set, and under the moonlight, Old Voice finally finished his story.
"So as you can see, my ship is now raw material for lucky charms."
The content of his story had long since slipped away into tomorrow.
At that point, Irina interrupted while pouring a drink for Old Voice.
"By the way, could we be allowed lodging for the night? We are in the middle of escorting Mr. Smayson through the forest."
"Ah, I see. Well, whatever it is, just—Entrala, do something about it."
"Yes, yes..."
The young ordinary elf who had spoken up earlier stepped forward to meet us with a look of mild resignation.
"The rooms are ready. This way, please."
"Oh—come join us if you want some more drinks later!"

Voice Elder was in a jolly mood, waving his sake flask as he went. Once again, he pinched the young girl's butt and got snapped at for it.
“...Well, that’s just Voice for you.”
“I get the general idea.”
“He had a knack for martial valor from the start, but he always leaves all the fine details up to others. It’s true enough. In the clan council, Silver Gast and old Alma the Purple look so smart, so he tends to hand off the complicated topics to them.”
“Is that really acceptable for someone who represents an entire clan?”
“It probably wouldn’t work elsewhere, but Blue is doing fine with how it stands. In a place like this, popularity and respect are paramount, after all.”
I had assumed elves ranged from aggressive to friendly, but apparently, the deep-wood varieties included folks like this too.

Of course, we wouldn’t be sharing a room while lodging in another clan’s estate.
Irina and I were assigned separate guest quarters within Voice Elder’s manor.
“See ya, Irina. Again tomorrow.”
“Mm-hm. Where shall we go tomorrow?”
“Just pick wherever feels right, as long as it doesn’t drag on too long.”
After exchanging goodnight wishes, I climbed into bed. It was a novelty to be in a room where the sound of waves came through the window. It put me in an inexplicably soothing mood, and aided by the alcohol, I fell into a deep sleep almost immediately.

When morning broke the next day, I woke up to find...

“...Mmmf.”

“Hey.”

Irina had crawled into the same futon as if it were perfectly natural.

Moreover, she was stark naked. So, confirmed: she’s a nudist when it comes to sleep.

“...Aaah. ...Good morning, Master Smayson.”

“You slept in your own room.”

“...Did I?”

Please stop with the deliberate misunderstanding.

“Fwaah... Ah. Nevertheless, is this what my charm looks like? Being a good-looking woman is a sin indeed.”

Still half-asleep, Irina reached out without hesitation to touch my early-morning erection.

“That’s just because human males tend to get energetic in the morning.”

“Oh? How convenient that is.”

I started to say it had nothing to do with her charm, but...

The sensation of her small body, which was slightly warmer than normal, kept me from saying anything too harsh.

...A body I had savored multiple times the previous day.

Her limbs, thin as if they might snap; a waist so slender my hands could wrap around it entirely; a tight vaginal canal that easily grew wet. And then there was—

“Heh heh? You look quite eager.”

That delicate, innocent, and adorable face of hers.

“You got me caught. ...Hey, Irina.”

“Mm?”

“Lick it.”

“...That’s rather something to say first thing in the morning♪”

Irina chuckled softly, looking as if she intended to scold my unruly lust. She squirmed under the covers, trying to bury herself back inside.

I grabbed Irina by the surprise of her, lifting her body up and placing it on top of me.

“W-What are you...?”

“I’m going to lick it too.”

"Mm, mm-uh... this perverted bastard"

"Noisy perverted bitch"

I straddled Irina's face while making her suck my cock.

It wasn't bad breeding first thing in the morning, but this was nice too.

"I-I'm going to lick it now... fyah, y-you should wait until I finish...!?"

"Mmm-squish... slurp slurp. Nope, first come, first served."

"You-You dirty pervert!"

At first, Irina had been licking timidly, but as if in defiance of me, she suddenly opened her small mouth and engulfed the glans of my cock.

I didn't let up either; I spread Irina's labia apart and covered her somewhat immature hole with saliva—a hole that was unbearably pleasurable for me.

"N-No, you can't be so rude... d-don't mess around, please... I-I'm going to climax..."!!

"Slurp? Glug... good. Now, this side."

"F-Ah!?"

I also licked her asshole.

Between the flesh of her ass cheeks, which felt like rice cakes against my cheek, I thoroughly savored Irina's cute anus.

"S-Stop, stop it... at least just a little... stop... w-we'll end before I can drink your seed juice..."!

"Eh... no, you don't have to drink it? We could just shove whatever comes out into this mouth."

I've heard that many women who do blowjobs often spit the semen out rather than swallow it.

But Irina, while diligently licking my glans, argued back.

"I'll d-drink it... y-your juice, I've heard Apple makes you drink it every day..."

"W-Well, that's true."

"...I-I am at least a proper woman toward you, if nothing else. No, I want to be a proper woman. If she can do it and I can't, my stomach won't settle."

"Whether you drink it or not isn't such a big difference... well, I'm glad though."

"If i-if you're happy with that, then that's enough for me... mmph!"

Irina, determined, kept sucking on my cock.

The sight of this small noblewoman desperately sucking my grotesque dick gugu-gu was incredibly dirty, and her halting yet passionate strokes vigorously stimulated my pleasure center.

And I forgot to resist, feeling the warmth of Irina's thighs against both my ears.

"Mmph... n-... nn...! Mmph!!?"

Ejaculation.

Irina clung on like she was trying to suck it all up and swallow it, but she choked.

"Phhh...!?"

"Wa... hey, are you okay, Irina?"

Feeling a slight sense of loneliness at the fact that my cock had slipped out midway through the ejaculation, I worried about Irina, who was coughing gefu gefu. From behind her ass.

But once her cough subsided, she looked at the semen scattered on my waist and wore a face full of regret.

She must have been teary-eyed because of the cough, but it made her even more pitiful, and cute.

"I-I am... drinking it...!"

"Even if you can't drink all of it..."

"...I-I am! I said I want to drink it!"

"...Don't scream so loudly."

What would that young man named Entara do if he heard that?

"I've properly set up the illusion... Mylord Smaison, please, just one more time, let me drink it."

“...You don't have to push it that hard, though...”
But then again, faced with a beautiful girl who had tears welling in her eyes while begging me to drink her cum.
“I-I am...♪”
“Well... since you got hard, I suppose it's fine.”
My dick was incredibly eager to wake up this morning.

After accompanying Irina for her rematch, we said hello to Old Vois, who was still continuing the feast, and headed to the Teleportation Plaza.
...The climate in the forest within the barrier is warm and mild, so it seems the Blue clan's custom is to keep up the party for days on end, dozing off intermittently like a walking corpse.
“So be it... Then shall we go to Sakura's next?”
“Sakura? You mean that Christy's place?”
“Aye. It is quite something over there.”
Irina activated the teleportation magic, and we were enveloped in light.

Different from the salt-and-fish-smelling Blue Clan Manor, the first thing I felt was the scent of flowers.

A refreshing, lively breeze carrying a fragrance so distinct that even I, who usually don't pay much attention to such scents, could clearly perceive it.

“O-Oh wow...”

When the dazzling brightness of the teleportation light faded and I opened my eyes, the surroundings were truly a flower field.

I had been here once before, but at the time the entire clan was in the middle of a barbecue party, so this was my first time seeing it in its normal state.

And as expected, the dominant impression was indeed flowers.

“Did I not realize there were this many flowers?”

“The last time we came, it was filled with the smell of one-horned horse yakiniku, wasn't it?”

“Haa... Looking at it again, it's beautiful. As expected.”

“Well, the flowers are nice, but what our 'amazing' refers to is something else entirely, you know?”

Irina grinned and started walking.

Sakura's clan manor was located on the mid-slope of a gentle hill.

Following Irina up that hill, we reached a summit that served as a small observation platform.

From there, the plain beyond the hill stretched out endlessly—truly infinitely—a vast ranch.

“Woah... this is amazing...”

Scattered woods could be seen here and there, but the rest was all pastureland. Not some seasonal arrangement like around Polka, but well-managed pastures.

Dotted across that pastureland in countless numbers were one-horned horses.

The fantasy beasts said to have already gone extinct in the northern part of the continent were being raised in such astonishing numbers.

I mean, this counts as “raising,” right?

“It even looks like the one-horned horses are just overpopulating beyond control...”

“Without agricultural magic for ranching, it would be impossible for Sakura's people alone to manage them. What you can see from here is not even one-quarter of the total.”

“...Hm?”

I thought Irina had suddenly switched to a polite way of speaking and turned around only to find Christy standing there.

The clan leader—no, acting leader—of the Sakura clan, whom I had met a few times before.

“Good day, Mr. Smayson, and Irina. I'm surprised you arrived so suddenly.”

“Aye. We are intruding, Christy.”

“Oh, hello.”

“How is it? If you don't mind, would you like to join us for lunch here?”

Christy held up a basket and several bamboo water bottles.

“Are you sure?”
He was far too efficient for a setup intended solely for our benefit.
Christie offered a wry smile.
“I actually prepared this as portions for my father and his disciples, who are currently visiting the one-horned horse herd on the other side. But... I’ve had extra made to spare, so they’ll be taking those with them.”
Perhaps Irina realized she’d put him to too much trouble; she laughed with a troubled expression.
“That’s very kind of you.”
“It’s no trouble at all. It would be far sadder if we couldn’t offer any hospitality to the White Clan leader and the hero of the Sacred Beast Labyrinth who have graced us with their visit.”
Christie let out a light, airy laugh.
...Ah, how nice. That kind of “big sister” vibe.

We were at the very top of a hill blessed with fair weather. On top of a green carpet, a picnic lunch with beautiful women and girls.

The breeze carried the crisp scent of flowers. There were sandwiches made with soft, sweet bread unique to elves and thick-cut one-horned horse ham.

And a tea with some peculiar aroma.

“This is incredibly happy...”

“Oh my. I’m so glad it suits your palate.”

“You do seem rather entranced there, Sir Smaison.”

But everything feels so pleasant, you know?

“Now I can understand why the elves say they’d rather live in the forest forever without leaving.”

“I wouldn’t expect such a reaction just over sandwiches and syrup tea.”

“Oh, how rude. ...How about staying here overnight, though? We could serve more elaborate dishes if you stay at our mansion.”

Whoa. That’s an attractive proposition.

...That sounds really good.

So, so good.

This sense of satisfaction. This feeling of levitation.

And then.

Beautiful girls and a beautiful woman.

“...Christie. Something seems off about Lord Smaison. Did something strange get into the food or tea?”

“Eh? Wait, now that you mention it... ah.”

“So it did! Aah, what shall we do? If anything happens to Lord Smaison, then Diane, the Sacred Beast, the Dragon, everyone...”

This is so good.

Beautiful girls and a beautiful woman.

Irina and Christie.

...I don’t know how to put it, but as a man.

I can’t stand it.

“…………”

Unsteadily, my legs moved on their own, standing me up. I wasn’t consciously shifting my center of gravity. It felt like I was being pulled along.

But I knew exactly what I wanted to do. Faintly, yet clearly.

“L-Lord... Smaison?”

“Th-that’s right, the decoction from the Ganetsuki herb fruits should have had a mild awakening effect on humans...”

“Christie!?”

The two of them were saying something, but I didn’t quite understand, so I just let it wash over me.

I casually grabbed the nearby Christie, clamped both of her hands, and kissed her.

Christie’s eyes went wide.

"Su-Smythe-san!!"

I ignored Irina's shocked exclamation as expected, thoroughly ravaging Christie’s mouth.

"...Let me."

She murmured in a dazed voice.

"T-That... what does that mean..."

"Sex."

"I, um... you mean... me..."

She said with a troubled expression on her face. Well, being just troubled is fine, I guess.

"Yeah. Christie, I want to screw you."

"Ah... th-that’s right... there’s no helping it."

Christie laughed with a pained look on her face.

"Please."

"Christie, what are you doing!?"

"But it’s not someone I can entrust this to."

Despite her wry smile, she slowly undid the buttons.

Partway through, I grabbed her shirt and snapped the buttons off with a pop, exposing Christie’s breasts.

They were big.

"...Mmph"

"Ahn"

Christie accepted me suddenly burying my face into her breasts without particular reproach.

I pinned her down, pulled up her skirt to expose her lower body.

She wasn’t wearing any underwear.

Perverted. This woman is a pervert.

"No panties..."

"T-the ones who wear underwear and those who don’t... it depends on the clan..."

"In other words, Christie wanted me to come in..."

"D-don't! I didn't... mean that!"

"Wh-What are you saying, you shameless creature!!"

"B-but if you refused, then you would..."

"We accept you and nothing else!"

"You're both so loud."

I spread Christie’s legs, which offered little resistance, applied saliva to her barely wet vaginal canal, and forcefully thrust into her.

"Mm... u, khhh..."

Then, ignoring Christie, who closed her eyes at the sensation of a foreign object, I took Irina’s hand, pulled her close, and kissed her.

"W-What!? S-Smythe-san, that girl is..."

"P-Please say you’re okay... mmph... I, we have been with Smythe-san many times...!"

"U, um... ah, ugh!?"

With one hand I raised Christie’s leg, with the other held Irina close, and I swayed my hips.

……Ah, I feel really good.
So comfortable, actually.

◇◇◇

“Putting all the information together. There is no doubt that Undi and Irina were walking through multiple clan territories yesterday.”

“Ho. It seems there are even reports of them looking suspiciously friendly with one another.”

“……In other words, this is”

“A sneaky start, isn’t it.”

“That is simply unforgivable.”

“A-alright… I think we should consider the possibility that they’re in some more dangerous situation and……”

“Let’s go, Lyra. You wouldn’t claim you can’t fly without your master’s orders in a situation like this, would you?”

“To sneak up on us and lurk damply in the forest, of all things. ……It’s been so long since we’ve had the chance to crash an uninvited party without any hesitation♪”

“I, too, feel I must have some words with Her Ladyship Irina.”

“Uh… um… …Oh dear, let me just be more sensible here.”

“Good luck, everyone! ☆ Oh, and won’t Neia try wearing a bolder outfit next time?”

“Eeeek!? N-no, that’s fine, really fine!!”

(To Be Continued)

Even in the gold clan territory, we couldn't help but get intimate. Then we returned to the ranch by carriage pulled by an old horse.

And after returning the carriage, off to the next clan territory.

"It's getting late. Should I stay at the next place?"

"Are there places that won’t let me stay?"

It was a visit from the head of the clan. They should lend me a bed, right?

"Well, Gast’s retired silver territory is fine, but asking Alma the fortune-telling freak to let me stay in her purple territory or Oliver, who's considered Gast’s superior, to let me stay in his gold territory is a bit too much."

"...Is that how you see it?"

"Only if no one else hears it."

Well, even elves get gossiped about when they live together. But silver, purple, and gold territories?

"So green and blue are okay then."

The five clans remaining after excluding Iryna's white, Dier's red, Gorkus' orange, and Christi's cherry were all supposedly conservative.

"Green's Shakiur is a moderate among them. Actually, the green clan has been having big fights between their successors for some time now, so they're not exactly united. That old man himself just hopes nothing happens in the forest."

"What if I say 'let me stay'?"

"He'll probably tell you to keep your mischief within reason. He should still recognize Lord Smisson."

...He was such an ancient old man that it wasn't clear what he was thinking, but apparently he had his hands full with worries.

"And blue?"

"The clan leader is Voice Old Man. ...Well, you'll see for yourself. Let's stay there tonight."

Iryna activated the transfer magic from the warped square.

We were enveloped in light and teleported.

The Blue Clan's estate was located by the water.

Well, since a clan estate is basically just a village, it makes sense to choose a place near a water source for daily living. But this one is huge.

Actually, not the village itself but rather the body of water.

"Is this...a lake?"

"It's an ocean."

"An ocean!? Even the ancient barrier contains an ocean!?"

The ancient barrier warps spatial connections with the outside world.

Sure, it might be fine on land, but if it affects the sea as well, wouldn't that cause all sorts of problems?

"The area is not large, just a small portion. Nevertheless, since it's disconnected from the outer sea, fish won’t enter here. Apparently this ocean in front of our clan estate functions like an artificial pond."

“What about when you want fish from the sea?”

“Then it’s a battle with rough waves and elves outside the barrier.”

…The howling wind, dark sky.

Elves in canoes breaking through the choppy waves.

Holding fishing gear in their hands, they catch tuna, marlin, penguins, and walruses.

Sometimes fighting for survival against sea serpents and giant beasts, they return with banners of a bountiful catch.

…That image flashed through my mind instantly.

“…My perception of elves is being completely rewritten.”

“Hmm. I don’t know what you’re thinking, but it’s probably not wrong.”

“Really!?”

No way.

That was my thought when I saw the blue elves on the pier by the beach, gathered around a large pot, holding an event that looked exactly like a gathering of sea men.

“Hey, don’t fall for those ocean elves~♪”

“Hehehe, hey, we need more sake~!”

“We’ll clean up the next lance shark too~!”

The elves had tanned faces and long ears, and they were happily singing and dancing.

At the top of this gathering was an old man I recognized who was fondling a young elf girl’s butt.

“Hey, how are you doing, Voice Old Man?”

“...Huh? Oh, oh, you’re that guy from White Yan’s place…”

“Irinya.”

“Ah, that’s right. Here, drink up.”

“I will.”

While being pinched by the elf girl he had touched on her butt, Old Man Voice handed Iryna a cup and poured some wine without seeming to think about anything in particular.

“And… uh… who are you?”

It seemed like I’d been completely forgotten.

A normal-looking elf nearby, who didn’t seem too interested in fishing, whispered quietly,

“That’s Mr. Voice. He’s the human from when we talked about the holy beast.”

Old Man Voice paused for a moment and then said,

“What ‘the’ thing are you talking about? Just drink up already! And where are you from?”

“I’m from Polka…”

“Porka’s clan, huh? Doesn’t matter. Here, hold the cup; I’ll pour it for you myself.”

He didn’t seem to care about anything at all.

I took a sip of the wine too. It was smooth and familiar. “Hey, this might be…”

“Yes, it’s ‘Raging Whale.’ You drank some last night as well.”

Oh right, he said they made it in the territory of the Blue Clan.

“Oh yeah, that’s right, delicious isn’t it? My grandson’s brother-in-law makes this wine.”

And then Voice-Old-Man started bragging about his family.

…………

The sun had long since set, and under the moonlight, Voice Elder's tale finally came to an end.

"So my ship is now a source of good luck," he concluded.

The story was already ancient history by this point.

Then Iryna interrupted Voice Elder as she poured him another drink.

"By any chance, could we stay here for tonight? We're on our way to give Smithson a tour of the forest."

"Oh, right. Sure. Whatever it is, Entrah, you take care of it," he said.

"Yes, yes..."

The young elf who had suggested something earlier approached us with an exasperated look on his face.

"The room has already been prepared for you. This way please."

"Hey, if you want to drink again later, come find me."

Old Man Voice was in high spirits, swinging his sake flask around. And of course, he kept groping young women's butts and getting pinched for it.

"...Well, that’s just how Old Man Voice is."

"I get the feeling I understand him now."

"He used to be quite skilled at combat, but he leaves all the details to others. Well, in clan meetings, Silver Gast and Purple Alma look so wise that he probably trusts them with difficult matters."

"Is it really okay for a clan representative to do that?"

"It might not work elsewhere, but Blue is doing just fine with his approach. In such an environment, popularity comes first."

I had thought there were all sorts of elves—aggressive and friendly ones—but I didn’t realize there were also types like this in the deep woods.

Of course, we weren't assigned to share a room when staying at another clan's estate.
Airiina and I each got our own guest rooms at Old Man Voice’s house.

"Well then, see you tomorrow, Airiina."

"Indeed. Where shall we go tomorrow?"

"Just decide on the spot, depending on how you feel."

After exchanging goodnight greetings, I got into bed. The room with waves audible through the window was refreshing and soothing, and thanks to the alcohol, I fell asleep quickly.

The next morning, when I woke up...

"...Mngh..."

"Hey!"

Iryna was in my futon as if it were perfectly normal.

And she was completely naked. So sleeping nude is a given for her?

"...Faaah... Good morning, Sir Smaysun."

"You slept in the other room last night."

“…So it was like that.”

I couldn’t understand the meaning behind her sudden act of stupidity.

“Huh... Ah, well, this is just my charm at work. Being a good woman can be quite sinful.”

And with half-lidded eyes, she touched me without hesitation to tease about how early I wake up.

“It’s because humans are more energetic in the morning.”

“Oh? That’s convenient.”

I was going to say that it had nothing to do with her charm, but

the feeling of her slightly warm little body made me unable to speak rudely.

…The same body I experienced many times yesterday.

Her fragile limbs, a waist so small she could be held in both hands, and an extremely tight vagina that gets wet easily. And then there was...

“Hmph? You’ve got a greedy look on your face, don’t you?”

That delicate and innocent, lovely face.

“You’re caught out… Hey, Iriana.”

“Hmm.”

“Lick me.”

“That’s not something to say first thing in the morning♪”

At first, I had planned to tease her, but Iriana giggled and tried to burrow back under the covers.

I grabbed her before she could and lifted her body onto mine.

“What are you doing…?”

“I’ll lick you too.”

“Mm, mmm… This perverted guy.”

“Noisy pervert girl.”

I made Irina straddle my face and forced her to suck on my cock.

Fucking her early in the morning wasn’t a bad idea, but this was fun too.

“You’re going to lick me… Fya, you’ll regret it later…!?”

“Nnzzz… Lero lero. That’s not nice, first come, first served.”

“You damn pervert!”

Irina started out hesitantly, but suddenly she opened her small mouth and took my head in.

Not wanting to be outdone, I parted Irina’s labia and began to coat the immature yet incredibly pleasurable hole with saliva.

“Ku, you’re so bold… Don’t touch me there… You’ll make me cum!!”

“Nngh? Suck... Okay, then I’ll do this.”

“Faaah!?”

He licked her anus as well. The cheeks of her buttocks, which felt like mochi in his mouth, parted to allow him access to Irina’s cute little hole.

“S-Stop it, stop it... At least just a little bit... Don’t finish before I drink your cum!”

“What? N-No need for that, you know? I could just stick my tongue inside when you’re done.”

He heard that many girls would suck but spit out afterward, but Irina was trying her best to argue while licking his glans.

“I’ll drink it... You said yourself that you made Apple drink yours every day, didn’t you?”

“Well, yes.”

“...W, even I am a full-fledged woman at least when it comes to you. No, I want to be a full-fledged woman. If that bastard can do it and I cannot, my pride will not allow it.”

“It’s not like whether or not I drink makes such a big difference… Well, I’m glad though.”

“I-I’ll be glad if you are… nmmg!”

Irina is practically stubbornly sucking on my dick.

The sight of this little noblewoman desperately trying to suck the grotesque shaft as hard as she can is extremely lewd and her awkward yet passionate strokes are stimulating my pleasure center intensely.

And I forget to resist, feeling the warmth of Irina’s thighs against both ears.

“Nmm… nnn… nnnn…!? Nggghhh…!!?”

I cum.

Irina tries to suck it up like she’s clinging on, trying to swallow but ends up choking.

“Guhh…!?”

“Hey… hey, are you okay, Iriana?”

Even though I felt a tinge of sadness at my cock being thrown out during ejaculation, I was worried about Iriana who was coughing and choking. From behind her.

But after she stopped coughing, she looked extremely regretful as she saw herself spewing and splattering the semen all over my waist.

She looked even more pitiful because of the tears in her eyes from the coughing fit, but also cute.

“W-wa-rah-wah is… going to drink it…!”

“You don’t have to if you can’t…”

“I-I am! I want to drink it… that’s what I’m saying!”

“Don’t scream like that so loudly.”

What would Entrata think if she heard her?

“My Illusion is still up… Sir Smisson, a-again just once, let me drink some of it.”

"...You don't have to get so worked up..."

Still, before the beautiful girl who was begging me to let her drink my cum even as tears welled in her eyes.

"Ooh..."

"Well... since you're already hard, it's fine."

My dick had woken up early.

After accompanying Irina for a rematch and continuing the party with Old Man Voice, I went to the transfer square.

The climate inside the barrier forest was warm and peaceful, so apparently it was Blue's custom to continue the party for days on end in a state of half-sleep.

"That's right... Then let's go see the cherry blossoms next."

"The cherry blossoms? You mean Chrishti's place?"

"Yes. It's amazing there."

Iryna activated the teleportation magic, and was enveloped in light.

The first thing she noticed after leaving the salty-smelling blue clan estate was the scent of flowers. Even though I hadn’t paid much attention to such scents before, this one was refreshingly fragrant and elegant. “Oh—”

When the blinding light from the teleportation faded enough for me to open my eyes, I found myself surrounded by a field of flowers.

I had been here once before, but that time it had been packed with clan members having a barbecue party, so this was the first time seeing it in its usual state. And just as expected, it was full of flowers.

“Did we have this many flowers last time?”

“The previous visit was filled with the smell of grilled unicorn meat.”

“Huh… Looking at them again, they’re really beautiful. Impressive.”

"Sure, the flowers are nice too, but what I mean by 'amazing' isn’t that, is it?"
Iryna grinned and started walking.

The Sakura clan’s residence was situated in the middle of a gently sloping hill.
Following her up the slope, we reached the top, which had been turned into a small lookout platform.
From there, we could see an endless expanse of pastureland stretching out before us.
"Wow... this is amazing..."
There were scattered patches of forest here and there, but everything else was managed pastureland—unlike the seasonal pastures around Polka, these fields were permanently maintained as grazing land.
Countless one-horned horses dotted the landscape.
These mythical beasts had been thought to be extinct in northern continents, yet they were being raised here in such great numbers that it was mind-boggling.
Or rather... this was raising them, right?

"Just seems like there are too many unicorn foals running around and we can't handle them all..."

"Well, if it weren’t for the livestock farming magic, I doubt Sakura’s people could manage this on their own. We can only see a fraction of what's here from where we stand."

"...Hm?"

I turned to look back at Irina because she suddenly started speaking in polite language, and there was Christie.

She was the head of the Sakura clan... or rather, her proxy that I had met several times before.

"Hello, Mr. Smisson, Irina. I didn’t expect you here."

"Hmph. You’re interrupting us, Christie."

"Oh, sorry."

"How about it? Would you like to have lunch with us?"

Christie showed off a basket and a few bamboo water flasks.

“Is that okay?”

It was too well prepared for something meant just for us.

Christie smiled wryly.

“I actually made it for my father and his disciples, who were over there looking at the corner horses, but… I had them take their share separately.”

Even Aelina seemed to feel bad about making her go through so much trouble and laughed awkwardly.

“Sorry.”

“It’s fine, I’d be sad if I couldn’t offer anything to the head of the White Clan and a hero of the Holy Beast Labyrinth who came all this way.”

Christie smiled gently.

…Ah, it’s nice. This kind of “sister” atmosphere.

On top of a hill blessed with clear weather, on a green carpet, lunching with beautiful women and girls.

The refreshing breeze carrying the scent of flowers. Elf-made soft and sweet bread, with thick slices of one-horned horse meat sandwich.

And a tea with an oddly intriguing aroma.

"I feel so happy..."

"Oh my. I'm glad it suits your taste."

"But you're getting a bit too blissful there, aren't you?"

Because everything feels just right.

"I can understand why the elves want to stay in the forest forever."

"Are you really that impressed by a sandwich and syrup tea?"

"Oh, sorry... But how about staying here tonight? We could offer you more elaborate dishes at our house."

Wow. What an enticing proposal.

......this is great.
This is so great.
The satisfaction. The euphoria.
And then,
the beautiful girl and the gorgeous woman.
"...Christie, something seems off about Mr. Smisson. Has he eaten or drunk anything strange?"
"Oh, wait a moment, now that you mention it... Ah!"
"What's wrong with 'ah'? If there is something wrong with Mr. Smisson, Diane, the holy beast, the dragon... "
This is so great.
The beautiful girl and the gorgeous woman.

Ailinna and Christie.

...I don’t know how to put it, but as a guy.

It’s unbearable.

“…………”

My legs move on their own. I’m not consciously shifting my center of gravity. It feels like something is pulling me.

But I know exactly what I want. Vaguely yet clearly.

“S-Smythe... sir?”

“I-I think the juice made from Kanesuki berries has a slight stimulating effect on humans…”

“Christie! ?”

They’re saying something, but I don’t understand it so I ignore them.

I casually grabbed the nearest Christie, took her hands, and kissed her.

Christie’s eyes went wide.

“S-Smythe-sama!!”

Ignoring Iryna’s surprised voice, I thoroughly ravaged Christie’s mouth.

“…Let me,”

she murmured in a dazed tone.

“A-ah… t-that is…”

“I want to have sex.”

“Oh, um… y-you mean m-me?”

“Yeah. I want to fuck you, Christi.”

“Oh… y-yeah, that’s right… There’s no help for it.”

Christi smiled in embarrassment.

“Please do.”

“What are you talking about, Christi!?”

“You can’t trust me with this.”

She continued to smile bitterly as she slowly unbuttoned her shirt.

I grabbed the shirt halfway through and ripped off the buttons, exposing Christi’s breasts.

They’re huge.

“…nngh.”

“Ahnn.”

Christie accepts me without much complaint when I suddenly bury my face in her breasts.

I push her down and lift up her skirt, exposing her lower half. She’s not wearing any underwear.

She’s a slut. This woman is a slut.

“She’s going commando…”

“Well, some clans wear them and others don’t….”

“So you wanted me to go without?”

“No, that’s...not true!”

“B-But if I refuse, you’ll…”

“It’s fine with me even though it isn’t!”

“You two are so noisy—”

I spread out Christine’s weakly resisting legs and coated her less-wet vagina in saliva before forcefully inserting myself.

“Nn… Ugh…”

Then, ignoring the way Christine closed her eyes to the sensation of a foreign object inside her, I pulled Irina into my arms and kissed her.

“What!? Mr. Smisson, that girl is—”

“It’s fine with me even though it isn’t! Nmnh… I’ve already done this many times with Mr. Smisson…”

“Eh? E-Even so… Ah!”

I lifted Christine’s leg with one hand and held Irina close to me with the other, thrusting my hips.

...Yeah, it feels really great.
So comfortable.

◇◇◇

"Based on the information we've gathered. It's clear that Andy and Iriyana walked through multiple tribal territories yesterday."

"Hmm. There are also reports of them being unusually friendly with each other."

"...In other words..."

"They're ahead of schedule."

"That won't do, will it?"

"Um... Shouldn't we consider the possibility that they might be in danger...?"

"C'mon, Rila. In a situation like this, our master wouldn't say she can't fly unless I give her orders."

"Looks like we were beat to it, the forest is already damp with their presence... ♪ This gives us a rare chance to barge in without any qualms."

"I would also like to speak my mind to Her Ladyship Irina."

"Erm—ah—erm... I must stay composed."

"You guys do your best☆ Oh, Neia-chan, why don't you try something more daring?"

"Wh-what!? No, no thank you!"

(To be continued)

After some more flirting and nonsense in the Golden Clan's territory, we headed back to the ranch in the carriage pulled by the old horse. From there, we returned the carriage and set off for the next clan territory.

"Evening is approaching. Shall we make our next stop a place that will let us stay the night?"

"Are there actually places that won't let you stay?"

I mean, this is a visit from a Clan Leader. Surely they can at least lend us a place to sleep.

"Setting aside Silver, where Old Man Gust has retired, it might be a bit awkward to ask for lodging in the territories of Purple—that fortune-telling怪人 (oddity) Granny Alma—or Gold, which belongs to Old Man Oliver, who is considered a senior to Gust."

"...Are you really okay with phrasing it like that?"

"People certainly say all sorts of things when they think no one is listening."

Well, even among Elves, a bit of gossip is bound to happen when they live together in a community.

But Silver, Purple, and Gold, huh?

"So, does that mean Blue or Green would be okay?"

At that Clan Council, the ones we became enemies with were the remaining five clans, excluding Irina's White, Dier's Red, Golks's Orange, and Christi's Sakura. I heard they are all ideologically conservative.

"In that group, Old Man Shakir of Green leans toward the moderate side. Or rather, Green can hardly be called a unified front, as the hot-blooded heir candidates frequently engage in massive brawls. As for the old man himself, who is constantly mediating, he simply wishes for nothing more—for better or worse—than for nothing to happen to the forest."

"And what if I said, 'Let us stay'?"

"He would likely tell you just not to cause too much mischief within the territory. Even so, he should recognize you, Lord Smeason."

...He was such a frail, withered old man that it was impossible to tell what he was thinking, but it sounds like he's someone living under constant stress.

"What about Blue?"

"The Clan Leader is Old Man Voice... Well, you'll see when we get there. Let's plan to stay over there tonight."

Irina activated teleportation magic from the distorted plaza. We were enveloped in light and instantly transported.

---

The Blue Clan village sat by the water.

Since a clan village is, essentially, a village, it's only natural to choose a site near a water source... but this was enormous. No, not the village—the water.

"Is this... a lake?"

"It's the sea."

"Th-the sea?! Does the Ancient Barrier include the ocean!?"

The Ancient Barrier distorts the spatial connection to the outside world. I can't imagine how troublesome things would be if the barrier extended even into the depths of the ocean.

"It is not a vast area, only a tiny portion. Even so, the fact remains that it is severed from the outer sea, so fish cannot wander in. It seems the sea in front of this clan village is used as a sort of man-made fish pond."

"Then what do you do when you want something like ocean fish?"

"You row out beyond the barrier and engage in a fierce battle between Elves and the raging sea."

...In an instant, a mental image unfolded in my mind: howling winds and dark skies. Elves navigating canoes through turbulent waves. Carrying fishing gear in both hands, hauling in tuna, marlin, penguins, and walruses. Occasionally returning under a "big catch" flag after life-or-death struggles with sea serpents and giant sea beasts.

"...My image of Elves is being eroded with unprecedented intensity right now."

"Hmm. I do not know what you were thinking, but you are likely not far from the truth."

"Are you serious!?"

No way.

Or so I thought, until I saw that on the seaside pier, a group of blue elves were gathered around a massive pot, holding a sea-man-style gathering exactly as one would imagine.

"Heave-ho! You're gonna... fall... in love... with the Sea Elves! ♪"

"Hahaha! Hey! We're running low on booze!"

"Let's gut the next Lance Shark too!"

With sun-baked faces that were anything but elven, several long-eared fishermen were singing and dancing with great joy.

Sitting at the head of the gathering was an old man, fondling the backside of a young elven girl, and he looked familiar.

"How's it going, Old Man Voice?"

"...Huh? Oh, you... You're from... White Yan's place, aren't you...?"

"It's Airlina."

"Oh, that's right, that's right. Well, drink up."

"I shall."

While being pinched by the elven girl whose backside he had just touched, Old Man Voice handed a cup to Airlina and poured her a drink, seemingly without a single thought in his head.

"And... uh... who are you again?"

It seemed I had been completely forgotten.

A nearby elf—a regular-looking one who didn't look like much of a fisherman—offered a whispered reminder.

"Lord Voice, this is the human from that business with the Holy Beast."

Old Man Voice paused for a moment. Then:

"What do you mean 'that business'? Ugh, forget it, you drink too! By the way, which clan are you from?"

"From Polka..."

"A clan from Polates?! Well, fine, here, hold your cup. I'll pour it for you myself."

For the time being, he didn't seem to care about anything else.

I took a sip of the alcohol myself.

It went down smoothly. Actually, I've had this before.

"Ah, is this... by any chance...?"

"Indeed. It is 'Wild Whale.' You drank some last night as well, didn't you?"

Come to think of it, he did mention it was brewed in the Blue Clan's territory.

"Oh, that's right, it's delicious, isn't it? The one who makes this brew is my grandson's brother-in-law, you see..."

And so, Old Man Voice's bragging about his family began.

............

The sun had fully set, and Old Man Voice's storytelling finally came to an end under the moonlight.

"And that is why my ship is now used as a raw material for good luck charms."

The content of his story had drifted off to some completely unrelated topic.

At that point, Airlina interrupted him while refilling his cup.

"By the way, could you lend us a place to stay tonight? I am currently in the middle of guiding Mr. Sympson through the forest."

"Ah, I see. Right. I don't know what's going on, but anyway, here—Entra, do something about this."

"Yes, yes..."

The regular-looking elven youth who had spoken up earlier stepped forward toward us, looking slightly exasperated.

"The rooms are ready, so please, follow me."

"Oh! If you ever feel like drinking again, come join us!"

Old Man Voice was in high spirits, shaking his sake flask. Once again, he had been touching a young girl's buttocks and getting pinched for it.

"...Well, that's just the kind of old man Voice is."

"I could tell."

"He was originally renowned for his martial prowess, but he's the type of man who leaves all the fine details to others. Well, since Silver Gast and Grandma Alma the Purple seem wise during the clan meetings, he simply leaves the difficult discussions to them."

"Hey, is it really okay for a clan representative to be like that?"

"It might not be ideal elsewhere, but as you can see with Blue, things are working out just fine. In an environment like that, popularity is everything."

I had assumed there would be all sorts of elves—some aggressive, some friendly—but I hadn't realized there were types like this in the deep forests.

---

Naturally, even when staying at another clan's manor, we weren't placed in the same room.
Aina and I were assigned separate guest rooms in Old Man Voice's mansion.

"See you later, Aina. Until tomorrow."

"Mm. I wonder where we shall go tomorrow."

"Just decide based on how you feel, as long as it doesn't take too long."

After exchanging goodnight greetings, I climbed into bed. There was something refreshing about a room where you could hear the sound of waves from beyond the window; it felt incredibly peaceful, and likely due to the alcohol, I fell asleep almost instantly.

---

When morning came and I woke up...

"...Mnuu..."

"Hey."

As if it were the most natural thing in the world, Aina was in the same futon.
Furthermore, she was naked. I guess her "sleeping naked" preference is officially confirmed.

"...Yawn. ...Good morning, Master Simson."

"You slept in the other room, you know."

"...Did I now?"

I don't understand the point of playing dumb like that.

"Huaa... Ah. Well, is it my charm that leads to this? Being a fine woman is truly a sin."

Then, with half-lidded eyes, Aina reached out and touched my morning arousal without any hesitation.

"That's just how humans are in the morning; we're energetic."

"Ho. That is quite convenient."

I tried to tell her that it had nothing to do with her charm, but...
The sensation of her small, slightly warm body wouldn't let me say anything cruel.

...It was a body I had tasted many times yesterday.
Her slender limbs that felt like they might break, her narrow waist that I could wrap both my palms around, her tight and easily moistened sex. And...

"Fufun? You have the look of someone who wants something, don't you?"

That beautiful, innocent, and lovely face.

"You caught me. ...Hey, Aina."

"Hmm."

"Lick me."

"...That is not something one says first thing in the morning♪"

Instead of scolding my sudden lapse in reason, Aina let out a little giggle and began to wriggle under the covers to respond.
I grabbed her, lifted her body, and pulled her on top of me.

"Wh-What are you...?"

"I'm going to lick you, too."

“Mmm, mmmph... Is it this pervert?”

“Shut up, you perverted woman.”

I straddled her face with Airlina, forcing her to suck on my cock.

Breeding someone first thing in the morning isn't a bad idea, but this kind of thing is fine too.

“I-I'm going to lick it... Hyah, y-you... you should at least ask me first...!?”

“Slurp... Lick, lick... No way. First come, first served.”

“Y-you absolute degenerate!”

At first, Airlina was licking me with a certain degree of trepidation, but as if to compete with me, she suddenly took the glans into her small mouth with a gulp.

Not to be outdone, I pried her labia apart, intent on coating her slightly immature—but irresistibly pleasurable—hole with saliva.

“Y-you... how can you be so indiscreet...! D-don't touch my clitoris! I'll... I'll cum...!!”

“Is that a no? Slurp... Alright, then let's try this.”

“Fwah!?”

I began licking her anus as well.

Between her fleshy butt cheeks, which felt as soft as mochi against my face, I savored Airlina's adorable anus to my heart's content.

“St-stop, stop it, ...At least just a little, stop... W-warawa will finish before I can even drink your seed...!”

“Eh... Y-you don't have to drink it, you know? You can just shove it into this mouth once it's ready.”

I'd heard that even though many people suck it, they often spit it out.

However, Airlina argued while working feverishly to lick the glans.

“I will drink... I-I heard that you make that Apple drink your juices every single day...”

“W-well, yeah.”

“...Even I, at least toward you, am a full-fledged woman. No, I want to be a full-fledged woman. If that person can do it and I cannot, I won't be able to rest easy.”

“It’s not like it makes that much of a difference whether you drink it or not... though I am happy about it.”

“I-if you are happy, then that is enough for me... mmpgh!”

Airlina was sucking my cock almost out of pure spite.

The sight of this tiny noblewoman working so hard to suck on my grotesque cock was incredibly lewd, and her clumsy yet enthusiastic strokes vigorously stimulated my pleasure centers.

And so, forgetting all resistance, while feeling the warmth of Airlina's thighs against my ears...

“Mmp... Ngh, nnn... Nnnh...!? Ngh, nghghgh...!!?”

Ejaculation.

Airlina tried to suck it all up as if clinging to it, but as she tried to swallow, she began to choke.

“Gah...!?”

“Oh... Hey, are you okay, Airlina?”

While feeling a twinge of loneliness because my cock had been pulled away mid-ejaculation, I worried for the choking Airlina—through her buttocks.

However, once her coughing subsided, Airlina looked terribly frustrated as she stared at the semen that had splattered across my hips.

She was likely tearing up because of the coughing, which only made her look more pitiful and adorable.

“W-warawa... will...!”

“You don't even have to drink it...”

“...Warawa! Said! That I want to drink it!”

“...Don't scream that loudly.”

What if that young man, Entra, or whoever heard that?

“The illusions are properly set. ...Lord Smyson, p-please... let me drink it just one more time.”

"...There's no need to get so worked up..."

That said, standing before a beautiful girl who was pleading for me to let her drink my semen with tears welling in her eyes...

"...O-oh! ♪"

"Well... since I'm already hard, I guess it's fine."

My cock was certainly an early riser.

After agreeing to a rematch with Irina, I said my goodbyes to Old Man Voice, who was still continuing his banquet, and headed toward the Teleportation Plaza.

...Since the climate within the barrier's forest is warm and mild, it seems the custom of the Blue Clan is to continue banquets for days on end, much like the walking dead, interspersed with naps on the spot.

"Very well... shall we head to Sakura next, then?"

"Sakura? You mean Christi's place?"

"Indeed. That place is quite something in its own right."

Irina activated her teleportation magic, and we were enveloped in light.

Leaving the salty scent of the Blue Clan Village behind, the first thing I noticed was the scent of flowers.

Even for someone like me, who has never been particularly particular about such scents, the wind carried a distinct, refreshing, and magnificent fragrance.

"Whoa..."

When I opened my eyes, the blinding light of the teleportation had faded, and the surroundings were nothing less than a field of flowers.

I had been here once before, but that time it had been a full-scale clan barbecue, so this was my first time seeing it under normal circumstances.

And as expected, the primary impression was: flowers.

"Were there always this many flowers?"

"The last time we came, it was filled with the smell of grilled Unicorn meat, wasn't it?"

"Sigh... It really is beautiful, seeing it like this. It lives up to its reputation."

"Well, the flowers are nice, but that isn't what I meant by 'something special,' you know?"

Irina gave a mischievous grin and began walking.

The Sakura Clan Village sits halfway up a gentle hill.

As I followed Irina up the slope, the summit opened up into a small observation plaza.

And from there, the plains stretching beyond the hills went on and on, and on, and on—a truly vast, endless pasture.

"Whoa... this is incredible..."

While scattered groves could be seen here and there, everything else was pastureland. These weren't seasonal meadows like the area around Polka, but well-managed grazing lands.

Dotting that pastureland in countless numbers were Unicorns.

The mythical beasts that some even claimed had gone extinct in the northern part of the continent were being raised here in staggering numbers.

Wait, this is "raising" them... right?

"It looks almost like a massive, uncontrolled Unicorn outbreak..."

"Well, without agricultural magic for livestock, the people of Sakura certainly couldn't manage this on their own. And what we can see from here is not even a quarter of the total area."

"...Hm?"

Thinking to myself that Irina had suddenly switched to a more polite way of speaking, I turned around—and there stood Christi.

The leader... no, the acting leader... of the Sakura Clan, whom I had encountered several times before.

"Good day, Mr. Sympson, Irina. You caught me by surprise, arriving so suddenly."

"Indeed. We are intruding, Christi."

"Uh, hey."

"How are you faring? If you like, perhaps you could join us for lunch here?"

Christi held up a basket and several bamboo water flasks.

"Are you sure?"

The efficiency was far too high for something prepared just for us.

Christie gave a wry smile.

"To be honest, I originally made enough for my father, his disciples, and the unicorns over there. But... well, I've already had more made for them to take along separately."

Even Irina seemed to realize she was imposing, laughing with a troubled expression.

"We are in your debt."

"Don't worry about it. It would be much sadder if we couldn't offer any hospitality to the Clan Leader of the White Clan and the Hero of the Holy Beast Labyrinth."

Christie smiled softly.

...Ah, I'm jealous. That "big sister" vibe.

The top of a hill blessed with clear skies. A picnic lunch on a carpet of green, surrounded by beautiful women and lovely girls.

A refreshing breeze scented with flowers. Sandwiches made with soft, sweet elf-specialty bread and thick slices of unicorn ham.

And a tea with a strangely mysterious aroma.

"I feel... incredibly happy..."

"Oh my. I'm just glad you find it to your liking."

"That being said, you're looking a bit too entranced, my friend."

But everything just feels so pleasant.

"I can see why the elves would decide to never leave the forest for the rest of their lives."

"You're getting far too emotional over just some sandwiches and syrup tea."

"How rude. ...But, why don't you stay the night here? If it's at our manor, we can serve even more elaborate dishes."

Wow. That's a tempting proposal.

...Man, this is nice.

This is so nice.

This sense of satisfaction. This feeling of floating.

And.

The beautiful girl, and the beautiful woman.

"...Christie. Something is strange about Lord Sympson. Did you put something unusual in the food or tea?"

"Wait, hold on, come to think of it... Ah!"

"What do you mean, 'ah'! What are we going to do? If anything happens to Lord Sympson, Diane, the Holy Beasts, the Dragons, everyone will—"

Man, this is so nice.

The beautiful girl, and the beautiful woman.

Irina, and Christie.

...How should I put it... as a man.

It's irresistible.

"............"

My legs moved on their own, pulling me up. I didn't feel like I was intentionally shifting my center of gravity. It felt as if I were being pulled.

But I knew exactly what I wanted to do. Vaguely, yet clearly.

"Lo... Lord Sympson...?"

"I-If I recall, the decoction of Kanetsuki grass berries is supposed to have a mild stimulant effect on humans..."

"Christie!?"

The two of them were saying something, but I couldn't quite make sense of it, so I just let it wash over me.

I slowly reached out and grabbed the nearest person, Christie, seizing both her hands and kissing her.

Christie’s eyes went wide with shock.

"M-Master Sympson!!"

I ignored Irena’s startled cry, as expected, and proceeded to ravage the inside of Christie’s mouth to my heart's content.

"...Let me..."

She murmured in a dazed voice.

"U-Um... does that mean...?"

"Sex."

"Ah, well... um, me...?"

She spoke with a troubled expression. Well, as long as she was only "troubled," I suppose it was fine.

"Yeah. Christie, I want to take you."

"Ah... I-I see... It can't be helped, then."

Christie gave a troubled smile.

"Go ahead."

"Christie, what are you doing!?"

"Because I can't leave it up to you."

With a wry smile, she began to slowly undo her buttons.

Midway through, I grabbed her shirt and tore the buttons away with a series of pops, baring Christie's breasts.

They were huge.

"...Ngh..."

"Ahnn..."

Christie accepted me without protest when I suddenly buried my face in her breasts.

I pinned her down, hiking up her skirt to expose her lower body as well.

She wasn't wearing any underwear.

She was lewd. This woman was a slut.

"No panties..."

"U-Underwear is something some clans wear, and some clans do not..."

"In other words, Christie, you wanted me to put it in..."

"No, that's—well, it's not not that..."

"Wh-What are you saying!?"

"B-But if I said no, I'd be... to you..."

"Even though you're fine with me!?"

"Both of you are being way too loud!"

I spread Christie’s weakly resisting legs, smeared saliva onto her relatively dry vagina, and pushed inside with a bit of force.

"Ngh... U-Ugh..."

Then, leaving Christie to close her eyes against the sensation of the intrusion, I pulled Irena toward me with one hand and kissed her.

"Wh-!? M-Master Sympson, that girl is...!"

"I-I said it was fine... Mmph... I... I have... with Master Sympson, countless times...!"

"E-Eh...? Ah, ugh!?"

With one hand lifting Christie's leg and the other holding Irena close, I began to thrust my hips.

...Ah, somehow, it feels...
so good.

◇◇◇

"Synthesizing the information: there is no doubt that Andy and Irina were walking through multiple clan territories yesterday."

"And I hear there are even testimonies that they seemed strangely close."

"...Which means this is..."

"A sneak attack."

"Truly unforgivable."

"U-Um... shouldn't we also consider the possibility that they might be in much more danger...?"

"Let's go, Lyra. I won't say we can't fly without an order from our Master in a situation like this."

"To think they'd go skulking off into the forest to slip past us... It's been a while since we've had such a perfect chance to crash the party! ♪"

"I, too, feel the need to have a word with Lady Irina."

"Um... Uh... Ugh, pull yourself together!"

"Good luck, everyone! ☆ Oh, Neia-chan, wouldn't you like to try wearing something a bit more daring?"

"Eek!? N-No, I'm fine! I'm perfectly fine!"

(To be continued)

Even in the Gold Clan territory, I ended up getting all cozy with her somehow, and we returned to the ranch in a carriage pulled by an old nag.

Then, after returning the carriage, we headed to the next clan territory.

"Night's falling soon. Should we make our next stop somewhere we can stay?"

"Is there anywhere that won't let us stay?"

Considering it’s a visit from the Clan Chief, you’d think they’d at least offer a place to sleep.

"Old Man Gast’s silver territory is one thing, and Old Lady Alma the fortune-telling weirdo’s purple another, but asking for lodging in Old Man Oliver’s gold territory—the guy they call Gast’s brother-in-arms—is a bit much."

"...That's not exactly a polite way to put it."

"If no one’s listening, people will say whatever they want."

Well, even elves have their gossip when they live together.

But silver, purple, and gold, huh?

"So blue or green would be fine?"

At that clan council, our enemies were Irene’s white, Diel’s red, Gorks’ orange, and the remaining five clans besides Christy’s cherry blossom.

They’re all supposedly conservative ideologically, though.

"Old Man Shakir of the green clan is more moderate than the rest. Or rather, the green clan isn’t exactly unified because their hot-blooded heirs constantly brawl every so often. That old geezer who mediates it all? He’s just hoping nothing happens in the forest, for better or worse."

"So if I just say, 'Got a place to crash?'?"

"They’d probably just warn you not to cause too much trouble within their territory. They still respect Lord Smythson, after all."

…That geezer was so frail and rambling that it was hard to tell what he was thinking, but I guess he’s just someone who never gets a moment’s peace.

"What about blue?"

"The Clan Chief is Old Man Vose. …Well, you’ll see when we get there. Let’s stay at that place tonight."

Irene activated translocation magic from the warped plaza.
We were enveloped in light and instantly moved.

The Blue Clan’s territory was by the water.

Well, a clan territory is basically just a village, so it makes sense they’d choose a spot near a water source… but this was huge.

No, not the village, the water.

"This… is a lake?"

"No, it's the sea."

"U-uh, the sea!? The ancient barrier includes the sea too!?"

The ancient barrier distorts spatial connections with the outside world.

If that barrier extends to the ocean, wouldn’t that be a real pain?

"It’s not a huge area, just a little bit. But it’s still cut off from the outside sea, so fish don’t get in. Apparently, this sea in front of the clan territory is used as a kind of fish pen."

"So if we want to catch ocean fish?"

"You have to row out past the barrier and fight the rough seas—and the elves—to get them."

…Gusting winds, dark skies.
Elves paddling through rough waves in canoes.
Each one carrying fishing gear, hauling up tuna, marlin, penguins, and walruses.

Every so often, the elves would return with a full sail, having barely survived clashes with sea serpents and giant sea beasts.

…That image flashed through my mind in an instant.

"…Looks like the elf archetype inside me is being invaded at an unprecedented rate."

"Hmm. I don’t know what you were thinking, but you’re probably not wrong."

"Seriously!?"

No way.

But then, on the pier by the shore, a group of blue elves was gathered around a huge pot, holding a gathering straight out of that image—a bunch of sea men.

"Hey, sea elf, you’re so—cute!"

"Hahaha, hey, we need more booze!"

"Let’s butcher another lance shark next!"

Several ear-long fishermen with tanned, un-elf-like faces were happily singing and dancing.

I recognized the old geezer sitting at the head of the gathering, fondling a young elf maiden’s behind.

"How’s business, Voice Old Man?"

"...Huh? Oh, you… weren’t you from White Yan’s place?"

"Irina."

"Oh, right, right. Well, drink up."

"Thanks."

While being pinched by the elf girl whose ass he was grabbing, Voice Elder didn’t seem to be thinking about anything in particular as he handed Irina a cup and poured her some sake.

"And… uh… who are you?"

Apparently, I’d been completely forgotten.

A nearby elf—a normal-looking one who didn’t seem like much of a fisherman—whispered a clarification.

"Voice-sama, the human from the time of the holy beast incident."

Voice Elder paused for a moment. Then:

"Holy beast incident? What holy beast incident? Ah, forget it! Drink up too! By the way, which clan are you from?"

"From Polka…"

"Polka Clan, huh?! Well, never mind. Here, take this cup—I’ll pour for you myself!"

He didn’t seem to be concerned about anything at all.

I decided to try some sake.

It’s got a smooth taste. Wait… I think I’ve had this before.

"Ah, could it be—"

"Aye. ‘Raging Whale’ it is. You drank some last night, didn’t you?"

Come to think of it, they said it was brewed in the Blue Clan’s territory.

"Oh, right? It’s good, isn’t it? The one who makes this sake is my grandson’s wife’s brother."

And with that, Voice Elder launched into a family bragging session.

…………

The sun had long since set, and it was only under the moonlight that Old Man Voice finally finished his tale.

"So, as I was saying, my ship is now nothing more than a source of ingredients for good luck charms."

The story had gotten so far-fetched by then.

Just then, Airena interrupted, pouring him another drink. "By the way, could we stay at your place tonight? We're on our way to guide someone through the forest—Mr. Smimson, in fact."

"Ah, right, I see. Don't ask me why, but here, Entra, do something about it."

"Yes, sir..."

The ordinary-looking young elf who had been offering advice earlier stepped forward with a slightly exasperated look. "Your rooms are ready, so please follow me."

"Oh, and if you want another drink, feel free to join us!"

Old Man Voice was in high spirits, swirling his sake bottle. And he was still pinching the behind of some young girl.

"...Well, Voice is always like that."

"I get the feeling."

"He used to be quite the warrior, but he's the type to leave all the details to others. I guess Silver Gast and Purple Alma, the wise ones in the clan council, handle the complicated stuff for him."

"Is that really acceptable for a clan representative?"

"It might not be ideal elsewhere, but Blue is Blue—he gets things done. In that kind of environment, charisma is everything."

I knew elves could be aggressive or friendly, but I didn't realize deep-forest elves could be like this.

Since we were staying at another clan's estate, we weren't put in the same room. Airena and I were given separate guest rooms in Old Man Voice's mansion.

"Alright, Airena. See you tomorrow."

"Mm. Where shall we go tomorrow?"

"Just decide on the fly—nothing too long."

I said goodnight and got into bed. The sound of waves from outside the window was refreshing, and somehow calming. Thanks to the sake, I fell asleep almost immediately.

The next morning, I woke up to…

"...Mmnyu."

"Hey."

Airena was already in the same futon as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

And completely naked. So she prefers sleeping nude.

"...Faaah... Good morning, Mr. Smimson."

"You were supposed to be in the other room."

"...Oh, was I?"

I don’t get her sudden obliviousness.

"Ugh... Well, if this is what it takes to wake me up so early, then I guess that's just my charm. A good woman is a dangerous thing, after all."

And with half-lidded eyes, Airena reached out without hesitation and touched the part of me that wakes up early.

"That’s because humans are energetic in the morning."

"Wow. That's convenient, isn't it?"

I almost said it had nothing to do with your charm.
But the feel of that slightly warm, small body made me drop the pretense.
…That body I savored so many times yesterday.
Those fragile limbs that looked like they could break, that slender waist you could cup in both hands, that tight and easily-wet vagina. And then—

"Heh? You look like you want something, don’t you?"

That refined, innocent, and lovely face of yours.

"You caught me… Hey, Airena."

"Hmm."

"Lick me."

"…Not the way to start the morning, darling~"

I’d intended to scold her for her reckless desire, but Airena chuckled and wriggled deeper into the futon, trying to comply.

I grabbed her, lifted her up, and straddled her.

"W-What are you doing…?"

"I’ll lick you too."

"M-Moo… You pervert."

"Shut up, pervert."

I straddled Airena’s face, making her suck my cock.

Morning insemination isn’t bad, but this is good too.

"L-Lick me… Fyah, don’t just—!?"

"Nnzzz—Leroo, leroo. No fair, first come, first served."

"Y-You damn pervert!"

At first, Airena was timid, but then she suddenly countered by plunging my entire head into her tiny mouth.

Not to be outdone, I parted her labia and went for the slightly underdeveloped but incredibly pleasurable hole, coating it in saliva.

"K-Kyu, you’re so forward… M-Master, don’t play with the beans, you’ll come—!!"

"Too bad? Jurr… Alright, then how about this?"

"Faaaah!?"

I licked her ass too.

Between her soft, mokujika-like cheeks, I savored Airena’s adorable anus.

"S-Stop, stop it… At least just a little, stop… W-We’ll finish before I can drink your seed—!"

"Eh… You don’t have to drink it, you know? I could just shove my mouth in here when you’re halfway done."

I’ve heard many girls will suck it and then puke.

But Airena, diligently licking my head, retorted:

"I will drink it… L-Listen, I hear that apple makes him drink it every day—!"

"Well, yeah."

"…Even I, at the very least to you, am a proper woman. Nay, want to be a proper woman. If he can do it and I cannot, my stomach will not rest."

"It's not like whether or not I drink makes that much of a difference... though I'm happy, yeah."

"I-if you're happy with that, then that's enough for me… nmgh"

Irena was practically forcing herself to suck on my cock out of sheer stubbornness.
The sight of this tiny noble diligently slurping down my grotesque member was incredibly filthy, and her clumsy yet earnest strokes relentlessly stimulated my pleasure centers.

And then, I forgot all about resisting, feeling the warmth of Irena’s thighs against both ears.

"Ngh… ngh… nggh…!? Ngguuuu—!!?"

Ejaculation.

Irena clung to it, trying to swallow, and choked.

"Geh…!?"

"O-oh… hey, are you alright, Irena?"
Even as I felt a twinge of loneliness from my cock being ejected mid-ejaculation, I worried about Irena, who was coughing and spluttering. From behind her.
But once her coughing subsided, she looked utterly frustrated at the semen she’d vomited and sprayed all over my waist.

Whether it was the coughing or not, her teary eyes made her look even more pitiful—and adorable.

"I-It’s… rel…!"

"It’s fine if you can’t drink it…"

"…I want to! I’m saying I want to drink it!"

"…Don’t scream so loud."

What would that youth, Entrada or whatever his name was, think if he heard that?

"The illusion is holding up properly. …Smyth, a-ah, just one more time, let me drink it."

"…You don’t have to get so worked up…"

But still, faced with a beautiful girl pleading for me to make her cum while tears welled in her eyes…

"…O-okay~♪"

"Well… since you’re hard again, fine."

My cock was an early riser.

After accompanying Irena to her rematch, I said my goodbyes to Voice-Old-Man, who was still hosting the banquet, and headed to the Teleportation Square.
…The climate inside the barrier’s forest is warm and gentle, so apparently, the Blue Clan’s way of life involves napping in between sessions of partying like the walking dead for days on end.

"Indeed… shall we head to the cherry blossoms next?"

"The cherry blossoms? You mean that place owned by Kristi?"

"Aye. That place is something else."

Irena activated her teleportation magic, and we were enveloped in light.

After leaving the briny scent of the Blue Clan’s estate, the first thing I noticed was the smell of flowers.
Even someone like me, who hasn’t paid much attention to such things, could clearly feel the refreshing, vibrant fragrance on the wind.
"O-oh…"

When the blinding light of teleportation faded and I opened my eyes, I found myself surrounded by a field of flowers.

I’d been there once before, but that time it was like a clan-wide barbecue party, so this is the first time I’m seeing it in its normal state. And yeah, my impression is still… flowers.

"Was there really this many flowers?"

"Last time, it was all filled with the smell of roasted unicorn meat."

"Haa… Seeing it again, it’s really beautiful. As expected."

"Well, flowers are nice and all, but that’s not what I meant by 'amazing'."

Irina grinned and started walking.

The Sakura Clan’s estate is located on the slope of a gentle hill. As we climbed the hill with Irina, the summit opened up into a small viewing platform. And beyond the hill, stretching as far as the eye could see—really, endlessly—was a vast ranch.

"Whoa… this is insane…"

Sparse forests dotted the landscape here and there, but otherwise it was all pastureland. Not seasonal grass like around Poruka’s place, but managed pastures. And scattered across those pastures were countless unicorns.

A mythical beast said to be extinct in the northern continent was being raised here in mind-boggling numbers. Or rather… is this even raising them?

"It looks like they’re just overrun with unicorns…"

"Well, without pastoral agriculture magic, there’s no way the Sakura alone could manage it. What you see from here isn’t even a quarter of it."

"...Huh?"

I suddenly noticed Irina switching to proper speech, so I turned around and saw Christy standing there.

We’d met a few times before—the head of the Sakura Clan… or rather, their representative.

"Greetings, Smayson-san, Irina. I was surprised by your sudden visit."

"Hmph. We’re disturbing you, Christy?"

"Ah, no worries."

"How about it? If you’d like, we could have lunch here."

Christy held up a basket and several bamboo water bottles.

"You’ve prepared this for us?"

She was too efficient for it to be just for our sake. Christy gave a wry smile.

"I actually made this for Father and his disciples who were out seeing the unicorns over there, but… well, I had them make another batch for their portion."

Irina looked troubled, as if she thought she’d caused too much trouble.

"Sorry about that."

"It’s fine. It would be a shame if the White Clan’s leader and the Hero of the Holy Beast Labyrinth came to visit and we couldn’t offer them anything."

Christy smiled softly.

…Ah, I like this. This "older sister" vibe.

A perfect day atop the hill. A picnic lunch with beautiful women on a carpet of green.

A refreshing breeze carrying the scent of flowers. Elf-made soft and sweet bread, and thick-cut ham from one-horned horse meat in a sandwich. And some tea with a strangely wonderful aroma.

"Man, I feel so happy…"

"Oh my, I’m glad you like it."

"Though you’re getting a little too blissed out, aren’t you?"

Because everything just feels so good.

"I can see why the elves would never want to leave this forest."

"To be this impressed by sandwiches and syrup tea..."

"Oh, excuse me… But how about you stay here tonight? If you do, we can serve you even more elaborate dishes at our mansion."

Whoa. A tempting offer.
…Yeah, I kinda like that.
I really like that.
This feeling of satisfaction. This lightness.
And…
A beautiful girl and a beautiful woman.

"…Kristi. Something seems off about Lord Smayson. Was there something strange in the food or tea?"

"Huh? Wait, now that you mention it… Ah!"

"What’s ah!? What are we going to do if something happens to Lord Smayson? Dearane, the Holy Beasts, even the dragons—!"

I really like that.
A beautiful girl and a beautiful woman.
Airina and Kristi.
…In a way, as a man…
I can’t resist.

"…………"

My feet move on their own, lifting me to my feet. I don’t feel like I’m consciously shifting my weight. More like I’m being pulled.
But I know exactly what I want. Vaguely, then clearly.

"S-Smayson… Lord?"

"I-I think the Kanetsuki Grass extract juice was supposed to have a mild stimulant effect on humans…"

"Kristi!?"

The two of them are saying something, but I don’t really care, so I tune them out.
I grab Kristi, who’s closest, seize both her hands, and kiss her.

Kristi’s eyes go wide.
"S-Smayson Lord!!"

I ignore Airina’s surprised cry as well and ravage Kristi’s mouth as much as I want.

"…Let me."

He muttered in a dazed voice.

"U-um… is that…"

"Sex."

"O-okay… me?"

She said with a troubled look. Well, as long as she’s just troubled, it’s fine.

"Yeah. I want to fuck Christy."

"Ah… y-yes… there’s no helping it, I suppose."

Christy laughed with a wry smile.

"Go ahead."

"Christy, what are you—!?"

"Well, I can’t trust you with this."

She gave a strained chuckle as she slowly unbuttoned her shirt.

I grabbed the shirt from halfway down and popped the buttons one by one, exposing Christy’s chest.

Big.

"...nggh…"

"Ah…"

Christy didn’t particularly scold me when I suddenly buried my face in her breasts; she just accepted it.

I pushed her down and pulled up her skirt, exposing her lower half.

She wasn’t wearing any underwear.

Lascivious. This woman’s a slut.

"No panties…"

"W-well, there are clans that wear them and clans that don’t—"

"So Christy wanted me to put it in…"

"N-no… not really…"

"H-hey! What are you saying!"

"B-because if she didn’t like it, then you’d—"

"Silence about me!"

"You two are being too loud."

I spread Christy’s legs, which offered little resistance, coated her slightly dry vagina with saliva, and forcefully thrust inside.
"Ng… ugh…"

Ignoring Christy, who had her eyes squeezed shut from the foreign sensation, I grabbed Eirina’s hand and pulled her close for a kiss.

"W-what!? S-Smythson, that girl is—"

"I said it’s fine—ngm… w-well, I’ve been with Smythson countless times already…"

"Eh? Ah!?"

With one hand lifting Christy’s legs and the other holding Eirina close, I thrust my hips.

…Ah, this is amazing. So good. Feels so good.

◇◇◇

"Compiling the information… there’s no doubt that Andy and Irene were walking through multiple clan territories yesterday."

"Ho. And apparently, witnesses say they seemed unusually close."

"...Which means…"

"This is a sneak attack!"

"I can’t forgive this!"

"U-um… shouldn’t we consider the possibility they might be in even more danger…?"

"Let’s go, Lila. In a situation like this, I doubt the Master would forbid us from flying."

"To sneak into the forest without letting us know? …This is a rare chance to crash in without worrying about anything♪"

"I also have something to say to Lady Irene."

"A-ah… A-ah… …Ugh, I need to get a grip."

"Everyone do your best! ☆ Oh, Neia, why don’t you try something bolder for your outfit?"

"Hiii!? No, no, I’m fine, really!"

(To be continued)

Even in the gold clan's territory, we ended up bickering one way or another, and so returned to the ranch in a carriage drawn by an old horse.
Then I returned the carriage and headed for the next clan domain.

"The evening is drawing near. Perhaps I should find a place to stay tonight?"

"Is there no place that won't let us stay?"

After all, this is a visit from a clan leader; surely they'd lend us a bed.

"As for Gast's retired silver domain, or Alma the fortune-telling witch's purple lands—let alone Oliver, who's said to be Gast's senior brother—I find it somewhat awkward to ask for lodging in their territories."

"……Is that really how you put it?"

"If no one hears us say it, then anyone can claim otherwise."

Well, even among elves, once they gather to live together, a few whispered rumors are bound to spread.
But silver, purple, and gold?

"So blue and green are okay, then?"
The clans we became enemies with at that clan conference were the remaining five besides Ielina's white, Dierl's red, Gorkus's orange, and Christie's cherry blossom—all supposedly conservative in ideology.

"Green's Shaki elder is fairly moderate within those circles. Or rather, green has many ambitious successors who fight among themselves every so often, making it hard to call them a united front. The elder himself, for better or worse, simply wishes nothing would happen in the forest."

"So if we just say 'let us stay'?"

"At least they'd tell us not to cause too much trouble within their territory. They should still recognize Lord Samison, after all."

……He was so frail and senile that it was hard to tell what he was thinking—but essentially, he's a man burdened by endless worries.

"What about blue?"

"The clan leader is Elder Voice. ……Well, you'll see when you meet him. Let's stay there tonight, then."

Ielina activated teleportation magic from the twisted square.
We were enveloped in light and instantly transported.

The blue clan domain lay beside a body of water.
Now, a clan domain is essentially just a village, so choosing a location near water for daily life is only natural—but this one was enormous.
No, it wasn't the village that was big; it was the water.

"Is this… a lake?"

"It's the sea."

"W-wait, the sea!? Even the ocean is inside the ancient barrier!?"

The ancient barrier distorts spatial connections with the outside world.
While the land above ground might be manageable, if the barrier extends even into the depths of the sea, things could get quite troublesome.

"It's not a vast area—just a tiny stretch. Still, since it's completely cut off from the outer sea, no fish can enter. The sea before this clan domain seems to serve as a kind of living aquarium."

"So when we want seafood?"

"We'd have to row out beyond the barrier and face the raging storms and fierce battles between humans and elves."

……The wind howled fiercely, the sky darkened, and elves paddled canoes through rough waves.
Each carrying fishing gear, they reeled in tuna, marlin, penguins, and even walruses.

Sometimes elves return with the great harvest flag unfurled, having barely escaped life and death in battles against sea serpents and leviathans.
...Such an image instantly unfolds in my mind.

"...It seems the elf I imagined has been eroded by something far more powerful than ever before."

"Hmm. I don't know what you were thinking, but you're probably not wrong."

"For real!?"

No way.

Just then, on the pier by the seaside, blue-skinned elves gathered around a massive cauldron, holding an assembly straight out of my imagination.

"Come on~ Sea Elves are just irresistible~♪"

"Hahaha, hey, we're running low on booze!"

"Let's gut the next lanceshark too!"

Several long-eared fishermen with sunburnt faces grinned in ways elves shouldn't be able to, singing and dancing with evident joy.
Among them, seated at the head of the gathering, was an old man fondling the rear of a young elf girl—I recognized him immediately.

"How's it going, Uncle Voice?"

"...Huh? Oh, you... I think you're from White Yan's place..."

"It's me, Ailina."

"Oh right, that's right. Well, drink up!"

"I'll have some."

While the elf girl pinched his rear, Uncle Voice poured her a cup of wine without seeming to think about anything at all.
"And by the way... uh... who are you?"
It seemed I had been completely forgotten.

A plain-looking elf nearby, one who rarely goes fishing, whispered quietly in my defense.
"Uncle Voice, that's the human from back when we dealt with that holy beast."

Uncle Voice paused for a moment. Then—

"What do you mean 'that time'? Ugh, forget it! You drink too! By the way, which clan are you from?"

"From Polka..."

"Polka clan?! Well then, here's your cup—I'll pour it myself!"

He seemed entirely unconcerned.

I took a sip of the wine.

It tasted smooth. In fact, I've had this before.

"Aha... could this be..."

"Mmhm. It's 'Raging Whale.' You drank some last night too, didn't you?"

Right, they said it was made in the Blue Clan's territory.
"Oh right? Tasty, isn't it? The one making this wine is my grandson's brother-in-law."

And so began Uncle Voice's family bragging session.

................

The sun had long set, and only under the moonlight did the old man Voice finally finish his tale.
"Thus, my ship has now become raw material for a lucky charm," he declared.

By then, the content of his story had already been delivered tomorrow.

Just as I thought that, Elina interrupted while pouring him another drink.

"By the way, could you lend us your lodging tonight? We're on our way to guide Smayson through the forest."

"Oh, right, I see. Well, whatever it is, Entru, just handle it for now."

"Yes, yes..."

The ordinary elf youth who had previously offered advice stepped forward with a slightly exasperated expression before us.

"Rooms are prepared; please follow me."

"Hah! If you get thirsty again, come mix in with us!"

Voice was in high spirits, shaking his flask while once more pinching the rear of a young woman, only to be promptly flicked back.

"...Well, Voice is just that kind of old man," I muttered.

"I get it."

"Originally, he excelled in martial prowess, but he leaves all the details to others. In the clan council, Silver Gast and Purple Alma seem wise enough, so difficult matters are entrusted to them."

"Even as a representative of an entire clan, is that acceptable?"

"It may not be ideal elsewhere, but among the Blue Clan, things work out just fine with this approach. In such environments, popularity above all else is key."

I had assumed elves came in various temperaments—some aggressive, others friendly—but I hadn't realized even the deep-forest elves included figures like him.

Of course, staying at another clan's estate meant separate rooms; sharing a bed was out of the question.

Smayson and Elina were assigned to different guest chambers within Voice's residence.

"Well then, Elina. See you tomorrow."

"Mm. Where are we heading tomorrow?"

"Just decide based on your mood, as long as it doesn't drag on too long."

After exchanging goodnight greetings, I settled into bed. The room offered a fresh sensation with the sound of waves drifting through the window, yet it also brought an unexpected sense of calm. Thanks to the wine, I fell asleep almost immediately.

The next morning, when I woke up...

"...mnnn..."

"Hey."

Elina was already in the same futon, as if it were completely natural.

And fully naked. So she really does sleep without clothes.

"...phew... Good morning, Lord Smayson."

"You slept in the other room!"

"...I did, didn't I?"

There's no way to explain that away smoothly here.

"Phew... Ah, but perhaps this is my charm as a woman. Beautiful women are indeed sinful creatures."

With half-asleep eyes, Elina reached out without hesitation and touched the early-rising part of me.

"That's because humans tend to feel energetic in the morning."

"Hoo. That's convenient, isn't it?"
I tried to say that it had nothing to do with your charm, but...
The sensation of your small body, slightly warmer than usual, made it impossible to deny the truth.
...A body I've tasted again and again yesterday.
Delicate limbs that seem ready to break, a slender waist that could be cradled in both palms, a tight and easily wet vagina. And then—

"Heh? You're making such a greedy face, aren't you?"
Her face was perfectly formed, innocent, and utterly adorable.

"You've been caught... Well, Ailina."

"Hmm."

"Lick it."

"...Not the best thing to say first thing in the morning♪"

At first, I meant to tease her as my lust ran wild, but Ailina chuckled softly and tried to burrow deeper into the futon.

I grabbed her, lifted her up, and placed her on top of me.

"W-What are you doing...?!"

"I want to lick it too."

"Mmph, mmmph... You perverted bastard..."

"Shut up, you perverted woman!"

I straddled Ailina's face and made her suck my cock.

Morning insemination isn't bad either, but this is nice too.

"N-No, I'm going to lick it... Fyah, b-but you should've asked first...!?"

"Mmmnnn... Lick, lick. Come on, first come, first served."

"Oh, oh, you pervert!"

At first, Ailina hesitated and licked tentatively, but then, as if to compete with me, she suddenly opened her small mouth wide and bit down on my glans.
I didn't want to lose either, so I parted her labia and began coating her slightly immature yet incredibly pleasurable hole with saliva.

"G-Gh, y-you're being so bold... N-Don't touch my beans! I'll cum if you do...!!"

"Lame? Slurp... Alright, then this one."

"Faaah!?"

She licked her ass too.
Between her buttocks, which felt like mochi against my cheek, I thoroughly savored her cute anus.

"S-Stop, stop... At least stop for just a little while... B-Before I drink your seed, you'll make me finish...!"

"Eh... You don't have to drink it? Even if I cum naturally, I can just push it into my mouth."

I've heard that many people who suck also spit out afterward.
But Ailina argued back while diligently licking my glans.

"I will drink... Y-You said you made me drink your juice every day at that Apple place, didn't you...?"

"Well, yeah..."

"…W-wara-wara, at the very least, I am a woman worthy of you. No, I wish to be such a woman. If he can do it but I cannot, my heart shall not rest."

"It doesn't matter much whether or not I drink it... well, I'm happy about it."

"T-thank you if you're happy with that... nnngh..."

Elenia, driven almost by pride, eagerly suckled on my member.
The sight of this petite noblewoman vigorously sucking and slurping my grotesque manhood was intensely arousing; her stammering yet passionate strokes relentlessly stimulated my pleasure center.
And so, forgetting all resistance, while feeling the warmth of Elenia's thighs against my ears—

"Nnngh... n, nngh... nnnngh...!? Nnggggh...!!?"

Ejaculation.

Elenia clung to me as she tried to suck up and swallow it, only to choke.

"Gehh...!?"

"Oh... hey, are you okay, Elenia?"

Though I felt a faint sense of loss that my member had been expelled mid-ejaculation, I worried about Elenia as she continued to choke. Through her buttocks.
But once her coughing subsided, Elenia looked up at me with a deeply regretful expression after seeing the semen spilled across her lap.
Perhaps it was because of the coughing, but her tearful eyes made her look even more pitiful—and adorable.

"W-wara-wara... I want to... drink it...!"

"You don't have to drink it..."

"...Wara-wara! I want to drink it! I said so!"

"...Don't scream like that."

If that young man named Entrala heard you, what would he think?

"The illusion is properly maintained... Lord Samson, ah, just one more time, may I let you drink?"

"...You don't need to get so worked up..."

Still, facing the beautiful girl who begged with tears in her eyes for me to let her drink.

"...Oh, ohh♪"

"Well... since it's already erect, fine."

My member was truly early riser.

After enduring Elenia's return match, I greeted Elder Voice, who continued the banquet, and then headed toward the Transfer Plaza.

...It seems that among the Blue clan, it is customary to continue the banquet for several days like a corpse in suspended animation, dozing off or taking breaks within the forest inside the barrier, where the climate is warm and gentle.

"Indeed... then next, let's go to Sakura."

"Sakura? That place of Christie's?"

"Hmm. That place is truly amazing."

Elenia activated her teleportation magic, enveloped in light.

The first thing I noticed upon arriving was not the smell of the sea from the Blue clan estate, but rather the scent of flowers.
Even for me, who rarely pays attention to such scents, it was a refreshing and vibrant breeze filled with floral fragrance.
"Oh... ohh..."

When the blinding light of teleportation faded and I opened my eyes, I found myself surrounded by nothing but a field of flowers.

I've been here before, but last time it was a clan-wide barbecue party; this is the first time I'm seeing it under normal circumstances.

And as expected, the most striking thing was the flowers.

"Wow, there were so many flowers!"

"When I came before, the place was filled with the smell of grilled one-horned horses from the Kakouya clan."

"Haa... Looking at it again, it's truly beautiful. Truly impressive."

"Well, the flowers are nice, but what I mean by 'amazing' isn't that?"

Elenia smiled mischievously and started walking forward.

The Sakura Clan's estate is situated on the gentle slope of a hill.

As we followed Elenia up the hill, the summit opened into a small viewing platform.

From there, the plains beyond the hill stretched endlessly—truly endless—a vast ranch.

"Whoa... this is incredible..."

Scattered trees dotted the landscape, but everything else was meticulously maintained pastureland—not seasonal grazing like around Porka, but year-round managed fields.

Dotted across these pastures were countless one-horned horses.

The mythical beasts said to have already gone extinct in the northern continent were being raised here in astonishing numbers.

Or rather... are they even being "raised"?

"It looks more like a sudden overpopulation of one-horned horses that's impossible to manage..."

"Well, without agricultural magic for livestock management, the Sakura clan alone couldn't possibly handle this. What you can see from here is still less than a quarter of the total."

"...Hmm?"

Elenia suddenly switched to a polite tone, so I turned around and found Kristie standing there.

We've met a few times before; she's the head of the Sakura clan—or rather, acting head.

"Hello, Mr. Samson, Elenia. I was quite surprised by your sudden visit."

"Mm. We're intruding, Kristie."

"Oh, hello!"

"How about it? If you'd like, we could have lunch here."

Kristie lifted a basket and several bamboo water flasks to show us.

"Is that okay?"

It seemed too efficient for something she prepared just for us.

Kristie gave a wry smile.

"I actually made this portion for my father and his disciples who are going out to see the one-horned horses elsewhere, but... well, I'll have them make another batch and take it along."

Elenia seemed to realize how much trouble she'd caused and smiled with an apologetic expression.

"Sorry about that."

"It's fine. It would be sad if we couldn't offer any hospitality when the leader of the White Clan and the Hero of the Sacred Beast Dungeon have visited us."

Kristie smiled softly.

...Ah, this is nice. This kind of "older sister" vibe.

On a sunny hilltop, under a clear sky: a picnic lunch with beautiful women and girls on a green carpet.

A breeze carrying the fresh scent of flowers. Soft, sweet bread specially made by elves, paired with a thick-cut ham sandwich made from unicorn meat.
And then, there's tea with an oddly mysterious aroma.

"Something wonderful is happening..."

"Oh my, oh my. I'm so glad it suits your taste."

"But you're getting far too lost in the moment, aren't you, my dear?"

Everything feels so good.

"I can understand why elves would never want to leave this forest again."

"A sandwich and syrup tea shouldn't make you feel that way."

"Oh, rude of me... But how about staying here tonight? We could serve you even more elaborate dishes at our manor."

Wow. A tempting offer.

...It's really great.

Incredibly wonderful.

This sense of satisfaction. This feeling of weightlessness.

And then...

A beautiful young girl, and a stunning beauty.

"...Christie, something seems off about Lord Sumison. Did they put something strange in the meal or the tea?"

"Eh? Wait a minute... Oh no!"

"What's wrong?! If anything happens to Lord Sumison, both Diane and the holy beast and even the dragon will be in trouble..."

Incredibly wonderful.

A beautiful young girl, and a stunning beauty.

Airina and Christie.

...Well, as a man.

I can't hold back.

"............"

My feet move on their own, lifting me to my standing position without any conscious effort from my core. There's no sense of shifting my center of gravity intentionally; it feels more like I'm being pulled along.

Yet, I clearly understand what I want to do. Vaguely, yet unmistakably.

"S-Sumison... my lord?"

"T-That infusion made from the berries of Kanesuki grass should have a mild awakening effect on humans..."

"Christie!?"

They're saying something, but I don't quite catch it, so I tune them out.

I casually grab Christie by the hand nearby, seize both her hands, and press my lips to hers.

Christie's eyes widen in shock.

"S-Sumison... my lord!!"

Ignoring Airina's startled cry once again, I thoroughly ravage the inside of Christie's mouth with all my might.

"...Let me do this."

"Um," she murmured in a vague, distant voice.

"Oh, um... t-that thing..."

"Sex."

"Oh, well... y-you mean me...?"

She said it with a troubled expression. Honestly, being this flustered is fine.

"Yes. I want to fuck you, Christie."

"Aaaah... y-yes, that's right... there's nothing I can do about it."

Christie laughed while still looking troubled.

"Please."

"Christie, what are you saying!?"

"After all, I can't leave it up to anyone else."

She continued unbuttoning her skirt slowly, a bitter smile on her lips.

I grabbed the hem of my shirt midway through and tore the buttons apart with a puchi-puchi sound, exposing Christie's chest.

Big.

"...Ngh..."

"Aaaah!"

Christie accepted me burying my face in her breasts without any reproach.

I pushed her down, lifted her skirt to expose her lower body as well.

She wasn't wearing underwear.

Lustful. This woman is lustful.

"No panties..."

"S-some clans wear underwear and some don't..."

"So Christie wanted me to put them on..."

"N-no, that's... not quite right..."

"W-what are you talking about!?"

"B-because if I didn't want it, you'd..."

"Y-you say you like me!"

"Both of you shut up!"

I spread Christie's legs, which offered little resistance, smeared saliva onto her barely wet vagina, and inserted myself with a bit of force.

"Nn... ugh..."

Ignoring Christie, who closed her eyes at the sensation of something foreign, I took hold of Irina's hand, pulled her close, and kissed her.

"W-what!?! M-Mr. Smyson, that girl..."

"Y-you said it was okay... nnnngh... a-and I... have done this with Mr. Smyson countless times before..."

"Eh? Eh? ...Aaah, ugh!?"

With one hand lifting Christie's leg and the other holding Irina close, I thrust my hips forward.

...Ah, something feels incredibly right.
It's so comforting.

◇◇◇

"Based on the gathered information, it's undeniable that Andi and Ielina walked through multiple clan territories yesterday."

"Hmm. There are also testimonies suggesting they seemed unusually close."

"...So this means—"

"It's a sneak attack."

"That's unforgivable."

"Oh, um... we should also consider the possibility that they're in even more dangerous trouble..."

"Let's go, Lyra. We don't need the Lord's explicit order to fly in this situation."

"They've slipped past us and infiltrated the forest uninvited... What a rare chance to barge in without hesitation! ♪"

"I'd also like to voice my concerns to Lady Ielina."

"Oh—um, ahem... ...Ugh, I'll handle this properly."

"Everyone do your best~☆ Oh, Neia-chan, why not try a bolder outfit?"

"Eeek!? No, no, that's fine!"

(TBC)

Even in the Gold Clan’s territory, we ended up getting into a little trouble and returned to the ranch by old carriage.

Then we returned the carriage and headed to the next clan’s territory.

"It’s getting late. Should we stay at the next one?"

"Are there even places that won’t let us stay?"

It’s still a visit from the clan chief, so you’d think they’d lend us a bed or something.

"Well, Gasto the old man’s retirement in Silver aside, staying at Alma the fortune-telling witch’s Purple or Oliver the old man’s Gold territory, who’s considered Gasto’s senior, might be a bit too much to ask."

"...Is that how you’re going to say it?"

"Only if no one hears it will anyone say anything about it."

Well, even among elves, when people gather together, some gossip is bound to come up.

But Silver, Purple, and Gold, huh?

"So blue or green would be okay?"

The five clans we ended up as enemies at that clan council were Irena’s White, Dier’s Red, Gorukos’s Orange, and Cristi’s Cherry, excluding Lyra.

I heard all of them are conservative in their thinking.

"Shakir the old man from Green is more moderate among them. Or rather, Green is a bit of a mess with those hot-blooded successors constantly clashing every so often, so it’s hard to call them united. That old man himself, though he mediates it all, only wishes for nothing to happen in the forest."

"What if we just say ‘Let us stay’?"

"He’d probably just warn us not to cause too much trouble in his territory. Though he does recognize Sir Smyson."

...He was so old and frail that it was hard to tell what he was thinking, but I guess he’s someone who never stops worrying.

"What about Blue?"

"The clan chief is Voice the old man. ...Well, you’ll understand once you see him. Let’s stay there today."

Irena activates the teleportation magic from the distorted square.

We are enveloped in light and instantly transported.

The Blue Clan’s territory was by the water’s edge.

Well, a clan territory is essentially a village, so choosing to be near a water source for daily life is only natural... but this place is huge.

No, it’s not the village—it’s the water itself.

"Is this... a lake?"

"No, it’s the sea."

"The sea!? Is the ancient barrier even connected to the sea inside!?"

The ancient barrier distorts the spatial connection with the outside.

It’s one thing for the land, but if the barrier extends all the way into the sea, things could get pretty messy.

"It’s not a large area. Just a little bit. But it’s still cut off from the outside sea, so no fish can come in. This part of the sea in front of the village is apparently used as something like a net for fishing."

"So if we want sea fish or something?"

"We’d have to head out into the open sea and fight a fierce battle with the elves."

...The howling wind, the dark sky.

Elves paddling canoes through the rough waves.

Each holding fishing gear in hand, they catch tuna, marlin, penguins, and walruses.

Elves, sometimes fighting for their lives against sea serpents and giant marine beasts, return to shore with fishing flags flying high.
That image unfolds in my mind in an instant.
"...Somehow, the image of elves in my head is being invaded at an unprecedented rate."
"Hmm. I don’t know what you’re thinking, but it’s probably not wrong."
"Seriously!?"
No way.

But as soon as I thought that, on a pier by the sea, blue elves were gathered around a huge cauldron, holding a seaside celebration just like I imagined.

"Ohhh, fall for the sea elves~♪"

"Hahaha, hey, we’re running low on booze!"

"Let’s go ahead and butcher another lance shark too!"

The long-eared fishermen, with faces tanned from the saltwater, smiled and sang or danced happily.

Among them, I recognized an old man sitting at the head of the table, touching the rear of a young elf girl.

"How’s it going, Voice-san?"

"...Huh? Oh, you’re... that guy from the white clan’s place..."

"Irina."

"Oh, right, right. Here, have some."

"Thanks."

While being pinched by the elf girl he’d been touching, Voice-san handed Irina a cup and poured her some booze.

"And... uh... who are you?"

It seemed I’d been completely forgotten.

A nearby elf, who didn’t seem like much of a fisherman, whispered an explanation.

"Voice-sama, this is that human from the time of the sacred beast incident."

Voice-san paused for a moment. Then...

"What do you mean, 'that' incident? Ah, never mind, just drink! By the way, what clan are you from?"

"I’m from Polka..."

"Polka’s clan!! Well, whatever. Here, hold the cup, and I’ll pour it myself."

It seemed he didn’t really care.

I decided to take a sip.

The drink was smooth, and... wait, I’ve had this before.

"Ah, could this be..."

"Yes. It’s 'Rough Whale.' You drank some last night, didn’t you?"

Come to think of it, they mentioned it was made in the blue clan’s territory.

"Oh, right, it’s good, isn’t it? The one making this is my grandson’s wife’s brother."

And just like that, Voice-san started bragging about his family.

…………

The sun had fully set, and finally, under the light of the moon, Voice's story came to an end.

"As you can see, my ship has now become the raw material for a charm of good luck."

By then, the conversation had already moved on to tomorrow.

Just then, Irina interrupted while serving Voice with sake.

"By the way, would it be alright if I borrow your place tonight? We’re here guiding Smysdon-sama through the forest."

"Ahh, right. I see. Somehow, just do whatever you need to, Entru."

"Yes, yes..."

The young elf who had just spoken up earlier stepped forward with a slightly exasperated look.

"We’ve prepared a room for you, so this way, please."

"Oh, come join us if you feel like drinking more later."

Voice was in high spirits, swinging his sake bottle around. He then proceeded to touch the backside of a young girl and got pinched.

"...Well, Voice is just that kind of old man."

"I get it now."

"He was originally skilled in martial arts, but he leaves all the details to others. Well, at clan meetings, Silver Gast and Purple Alma seem pretty wise, so I leave the difficult stuff to them."

"Isn’t it strange for even a representative of a clan to act like that?"

"In places like that, it works just fine. The blue ones are like that, after all. In such an environment, trust is everything."

I knew there were aggressive and friendly elves, but I didn’t realize the elves in the deep forest were like this.

Of course, staying at another clan’s place meant we wouldn’t share a room.
Irina and I were assigned separate guest rooms in Voice’s mansion.
"See you later, Irina. Let’s decide where to go tomorrow."
"Mmm... Where should we go tomorrow?"
"Just decide based on your mood, but don’t make it take too long."
After exchanging goodbyes and getting into bed, I could hear the sound of waves from the window. It felt fresh and oddly comforting, and with the sake still in me, I quickly fell asleep.

The next morning, when I woke up...

"...Mmmph..."

"Hey."

Irina was already in bed with me, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

And she was completely naked. So that’s her thing for sleeping naked, huh?

"...Haaah... Good morning, Smysdon-sama."

"You were supposed to be in your own room over there."

"...Was I?"

I didn’t understand why she was playing dumb like that.

"Haaah... Oh well, maybe this is the charm of a good woman. A good woman’s charm is a dangerous thing."

Then, with half-lidded eyes, Irina didn’t hesitate to touch my early-morning self.

"Human men are energetic in the morning."

"Hoh. That’s convenient, isn’t it?"

I was about to say that it had nothing to do with your charm, but…

The warmth of her small body against me made it impossible to say anything so harsh.

…A body I’d tasted many times yesterday.

Her slender limbs, hands, and waist, all so delicate they felt like they could break. Her tight, wet pussy. And then.

"Fufun? You’re looking so eager for something, aren’t you?"

That neatly composed, childlike, and adorable face of hers.

"I caught on… Hey, Irina."

"Mmm."

"Lick it."

"Isn’t this a bit early in the morning to say something like that? ♪"

At first, I’d intended to scold her for my own reckless behavior, but Irina chuckled softly, wriggled back under the covers, and tried to respond.

I grabbed her, lifted her body, and placed her on top of me.

"What are you…?"

"I’ll lick it too."

"M-Mph… You’re such a pervert, aren’t you?"

"A noisy pervert like you."

I made Irina straddle my face, and then let her suck on my cock.

Sperm in the morning isn’t so bad, but this is nice too.

"You’re going to lick it… Hyaah, wait until you ask permission first…!?"

"Nnzuuu… Lero lero. You’re so impatient, aren’t you? First come, first served."

Irina, who had been cautiously licking at first, suddenly opened her small mouth and took the tip into her.

Not wanting to lose out, I spread her labia and began to cover her slightly immature yet incredibly pleasurable hole with my saliva.

"Y-You’re so shameless… D-Don’t play with the tip like that! You’ll finish too quickly…!!"

"Nonsense? Nnzuu… Alright, then how about this?"

"Fwaaah!?"

I licked her anus too.

Between the soft, mochi-like flesh of her buttocks, I savored Irina’s adorable anus.

"You’re stopping? At least stop a little…! Before I drink your seed…!"

"Eh… You don’t have to drink it, you know? I could just shove it into my mouth when it’s ready."

I’ve heard that many girls who suck also spit it out.

But Irina, while diligently licking the tip, protested.

"I’ll drink it… Y-Your seed… I’ve heard you make her drink it every day, haven’t you…?"

"Ah, well, yeah…"

[...] "W-Well, even if I am a mere woman, at least I’m a proper one when it comes to you. No, I want to be a proper woman. It would be unbearable if she could do it and I couldn’t."

[...] "It’s not like whether I drink or not makes much of a difference… Well, I’m happy about it, though."

[...] "I-I’m fine as long as you’re happy… Ngh!"

Almost out of stubbornness, Irina eagerly sucked on my thing.

The sight of this small noblewoman desperately slurping on that grotesque member was incredibly lewd, and her clumsy yet passionate strokes relentlessly stimulated the pleasure centers in me.

And, forgetting to resist, I felt the warmth of Irina’s thighs pressed against both ears.

[Ngh… Nn, nn… Nnn…!? Nghhh…!!?"

I came.

Irina clung to it, trying to swallow it, but choked instead.

[Gah…!?"

[...] "H-Hey, are you okay, Irina?"

Feeling a hint of loneliness at my thing being thrown out mid-cumming, I worried about Irina, who was coughing and gasping. From behind her.

But once Irina stopped coughing, she looked up at the semen she’d spilled on me with an angry expression.

Maybe it was from the coughing, but seeing her teary eyes made her even more pitiful and adorable.

[I-Ir… I want to drink it! That’s what I’m saying!"

[...] "You don’t have to drink it if you don’t want to…"

[...] "I-I said I want to drink it!"

[...] "Don’t shout like that."

What would that young man, Entral or whatever his name was, think?

[...] "Well… If I’m going to get hard again, then sure, fine."

My thing was surprisingly quick to respond.

After accompanying Irina in her rematch, I greeted Voice-sama, who was still continuing the banquet, and headed to the teleportation square.
[...] …The climate inside the forest within the barrier is warm and calm, so it’s apparently the Blue Clan’s style to keep the banquet going for days, napping here and there like a walking corpse.
[...] "Well then… Next, let’s head to the cherry blossoms."
"Cherry blossoms? You mean that place with Cristy?"
"Yes. That place is something else."
Irina activated the teleportation magic, enveloped in light.

After leaving the seaside village of the Blue Clan, the first thing I noticed was the scent of flowers.
Even though I’m not one to pay much attention to such things, I could clearly feel the refreshing, vibrant aroma of the wind.
[...] "O-Oh…"
When I opened my eyes after the blinding brightness of the teleportation light faded, I was surrounded by a field of flowers.

I’d been here once before, but back then it was a barbecue party for the entire clan, so this is the first time I’ve seen it in its usual state.
And, as expected, it left me with the impression of flowers.
"Was there ever this many flowers before?"
"Last time I was here, the whole place reeked of grilled zebra meat."
"Huh… Looking at it now, it’s so beautiful. Truly impressive."
"Well, the flowers are nice, but that’s not what I mean by ‘incredible.’"
Irina smirked and started walking.

The cherry clan’s village was located halfway up a gentle slope.

As we followed Irina up the hill, the top of it had turned into a small overlook.

Beyond the hill, the plain stretching out from there was an endless pasture—truly endless, as far as the eye could see.

"Whoa… This is amazing…"

There were sparse patches of forest here and there, but aside from that, the entire area was grassland. Not like the seasonal ones around Polka’s village, but managed grassland.

Scattered across the grassland were countless zebra.

The legendary beast said to have already gone extinct in the northern part of the continent was being raised in such staggering numbers.

Or rather, was this really just raising them…?

"It almost looks like they’ve multiplied uncontrollably and can’t be controlled anymore…"

"Well, without agricultural magic for livestock management, even the cherry clan wouldn’t be able to handle it all. What you see from here is only a fraction of it."

"...Huh?"

I turned around when I noticed Irina suddenly speaking in a more formal tone and saw that it was Christie.

We’d met a few times before—Christie, the clan chief of the cherry clan… or rather, the acting one.

"Good day, Mr. Smayson, Irina. I was surprised to see you here so suddenly."

"Yes. We’re in your way, aren’t we, Christie?"

"Oh, hey."

"You must be enjoying it. If you’d like, we could have lunch here."

Christie lifted a basket and several bamboo water bottles.

"Really?"

It felt too much effort for something prepared just for us.

Christie gave a wry smile.

"I actually made this for my father and his disciples over there who are going to check on the zebra. But… well, I’ve already had another batch prepared for them."

Irina must have thought it was too much trouble, as she smiled apologetically.

"No need to apologize."

"It’d be sad if we couldn’t offer you anything after the White Clan Chief and the hero of the Sacred Beast Dungeon came to visit."

Christie smiled warmly.

…Ah, that’s nice. This kind of "sisterly" vibe.

The top of the hill, blessed with good weather, was covered in a green carpet. A picnic lunch with a beautiful woman and a lovely girl on a green carpet.

A refreshing breeze filled with the scent of flowers. A soft, sweet bread made by the elves and a thick-cut ham sandwich made from one-horned horse meat.

And then, tea with some strange fragrance.

"It feels... really wonderful."

"Oh my. I’m so glad it suits you."

"Still, aren’t you getting a little too carried away, you there?"

Well, everything just felt so nice.

"I can see why the elves would want to stay in the forest forever."

"What’s the matter with getting that emotional over a sandwich and syrup tea?"

"Oh, how rude... But perhaps you could stay here tonight. In our mansion, we could prepare more elaborate meals for you."

Wow. That’s a tempting offer.

...It’s just so nice.

Really nice.

This sense of satisfaction. This feeling of floating.

And then...

A beautiful girl and a beautiful woman.

"...Christie. Something seems off with Lord Smysen. Could it be that something strange was added to the meal or tea?"

"Wait, hold on... now that I think about it... ah!"

"What do you mean, 'ah'? What’s going on? If something happens to Lord Smysen, what about Diane, the holy beasts, and the dragons...?"

Really nice.

A beautiful girl and a beautiful woman.

Airiina and Christie.

...In a way, as a man...

I can’t help it.

"…………"

My legs moved on their own, standing up without any sense of conscious control. It felt like I was being pulled along.

But I knew exactly what I wanted to do. Vaguely, yet clearly.

"Sm-Smysen... Lord?"

"I-I remember the boiled juice from the Kanzuki seed had a slight awakening effect on humans..."

"Christie!?"

The two of them were saying something, but I tuned it out.

I slowly grabbed Christie, who was nearby, and held her hands as I kissed her.

Christie’s eyes widened in shock.

"Sm-Smysen Lord!!"

I ignored the startled voice from Airina and focused entirely on ravaging Christie’s mouth.

"...Let me."

I muttered in a dazed voice.

"Oh, um... th-that’s..."

"Sex."

"Huh? Uh... y-you mean me...?"

She said with a troubled expression. Well, as long as she was troubled, it was fine.

"Yeah. I want to have sex with you, Chris."

"Ah... y-yeah, I guess so... I can’t help it."

Chris laughed with a troubled face.

"Go ahead."

"What are you doing, Chris!?"

"But I can’t trust you with this."

She gave a wry smile and slowly unbuttoned her clothes.

I grabbed her shirt halfway through and tore off the buttons to expose her chest.

It’s big.

"...Ngh..."

"Ahhn..."

Chris didn’t seem to mind at all as I suddenly buried my face in her breasts.

Then, I pushed her down, lifted her skirt, and exposed her lower body.

She wasn’t wearing any underwear.

She’s a slut. This woman is a slut.

"No underwear...?"

"Well, some clans wear underwear, and others don’t..."

"So you wanted me to...?"

"N-no, that’s not it at all!"

"What the hell are you saying!?"

"If I resisted, you’d..."

"You said it was fine for yourself!"

"Both of you are being too loud!"

I spread Chris’s legs, which were weak with resistance, and slicked her slightly dry vagina with saliva before forcing myself inside.

"Nn... ugh..."

Then, ignoring Chris, who had closed her eyes in discomfort, I took Irena’s hand, pulled her close, and kissed her.

"What!? S-Smyth-san, that girl is..."

"It’s fine... nn... I’ve already done it with Smyth-dono so many times..."

"Eh? Ah!?"

I held up Chris’s legs with one hand and pulled Irena closer with the other, thrusting my hips.

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……Ah, somehow it feels.
So… pleasant.

◇◇◇

"Combining the information, there’s no doubt that Andy and Irina were walking through multiple clan territories yesterday."

"There are even reports that they seemed oddly close to each other."

"……In other words."

"It’s a sneak attack, isn’t it?"

"I can’t stand it."

"Ah, um… We should also consider the possibility that they might be in more danger than—"

"Let’s go, Lyra. Surely you wouldn’t say you can’t fly without your master’s orders in this situation."

"To think they’re sneaking into the forest with so much moisture… It’s a chance to raid without holding back for once♪"

"I also have something I want to say to Lady Irina."

"Ah, um… Ah, um… Ugh, I need to pull myself together."

"Everyone, do your best☆ Oh, Neia-chan, why don’t you try bolder outfits?"

"Eek!? No, no, that’s fine!"

(Continued)