Morning.
We were served simple bread that had been baked at the Labyrinth Camp, a large pot of bland soup, and mare’s milk from the one-horned horses.
It wasn’t any kind of special treat for us. The camp was assembled to guard the Labyrinth and its surroundings; lacking family units and food production industries, it was difficult for residents to maintain their own diets. With young people from various tribes periodically gathering there, securing meals became even more challenging.
Therefore, they collected ingredients under Dier’s name from each tribe and served such meals frequently, like military rations.
“I wish I could eat too. My undead body won’t be harmed by poison if I do, but it feels wasteful.”
Breakcore said sadly.
“Hmm…”
While it would have been nice to join in the meal, it was indeed a bit of a waste for an undying body that didn’t need to consume food to carry such provisions from the Scarlet Clan Manor over time.
“…Actually, why don’t you offer my flesh instead?”

“Stop. If possible, let’s discuss this at another time.”
Even though the Saint Beast’s body could infinitely regenerate with the support of qi, she really didn’t want to see her opponent smiling and saying “This is my flesh, eat it up.”

After finishing eating, they took off again in Rila.

As Village Chief Dier, Smith Gant, and Breakcore waved goodbye, Rila headed towards the clan estate.

“Master’s been having quite a wild rampage lately.”

“And Andy-san’s demeanor when we’re alone is completely different… those kinds of interactions are also very interesting♪”

“I see?”

Rila and Aurora seemed oddly satisfied.

Their sensibilities were certainly different from ordinary people, but the logic behind their preference for group activities was somewhat unclear to him. Well, he wasn’t complaining as a guy, but the girls looked bored with such long intervals between sessions.

“Preferably one-on-one would be better… but I understand what the blue-haired princess is saying.”

“Is that so?”

“That’s because, whether it be appearance or status, the people I’ve gathered are all proud faces. It makes me happy to know that even such a prestigious group is captivated by the man I chose.”

“I don’t get it…”

I want to keep the girl I like all to myself, no matter how fancy the other guys are… That’s what I think.

...Ugh.

Thinking about it this way, my tastes might be pretty low.

“What are you thinking… Well, I can guess.”

“I’m such a selfish guy…”

“Indeed.”

Irina giggled.

“However, don’t worry. I understand that completely. Apple said she wanted to be your concubine because even if she had to give up her place as your only wife, she still wanted to remain yours.”

“…She did say something like that.”

“It’s fine. It’s sad, but you can’t keep us young forever. A one-on-one love or marriage has meaning when it involves the same species and lifespan. You can promise eternity. …But for you, there is no point in following that mold. There was never equality from the start. …You should just be yourself.”

“Even if I’m forgiven by Irina… somehow I feel like a coward…”

“Yes, you are a coward. What you gave me cannot be described as anything but cowardly. You shattered my dreams of a simple marriage and love in the usual sense, and wanted to give me more… what am I saying?”

“…You.”

Though she speaks boldly about embarrassing things, suddenly she looks ashamed and lowers her head.

I can’t tell if she’s brave or innocent; she’s such an enigma.

But—

“If you keep talking like that, I’ll get pregnant.”

「...T-That’s troublesome...♪」

Iryna looked pleased.

“Hm. That’ll do, that’ll do.”

Chibi Rylah smiled.

“You will not be given eternal life. You have too much love. Everyone knew this from the start. And yet they fell in love with you. ...You are who you are. Just as always, let your love run wild.”

“...Don’t call me a horny monkey all the time.”

She realized her argument lacked conviction.

“...Um, could we keep that kind of talk to ourselves...?”
Neia pulled on the brim of her hat and made a modest request.

They arrived at the Scarlet Clan Manor in the afternoon.

Irina then turned to the other girls with a serious expression.

"I'll definitely return to Polka tomorrow. So, could you let me and him go from here?"

"That's..."

Before Neia could say anything, Diane smiled bitterly and stopped her.

"Okay."

"Eh? But..."

"It's fine... I've heard where we're going next, and I know you're safe."

Diane paused for a breath before continuing.

"Aurora would want to be the main character when she brings a man back to her hometown, wouldn't she?"

"...You're right."

Aurora chuckled, seemingly having understood something. Rilla nodded too, though Neia was still looking a bit confused. She was then nudged along to turn around.

“See ya.”

“It’s been nice.”

Diane and Irina waved at each other lightly before Diane led me by the hand into the oddly shaped teleportation plaza.

“This time it’s the white clan.”

“Okay.”

The village of the White Clan was a rather unremarkable mountain village. There was a lake nearby, along with a river, and houses were scattered sparsely around. The forest stretched out endlessly, wrapping around the gentle slopes of the mountains.

“This is…”

“The final destination of this journey. The last place I wanted to show Lord Smisson… though there’s really nothing worth seeing here.”

“No, that’s not true. …Thinking about where Irina grew up makes it quite interesting.”

“Hm?”

A young elf peeked out from behind the trees in the forest, looking wary.

The peaceful atmosphere of the village was reflected in the slow pace at which people walked around; I could easily imagine how Irina had grown up here over a hundred years ago.

It must have been a calm and unremarkable place, where she was loved and raised straightforwardly.

“Hm… It feels like you’re looking at me strangely.”

"Don't worry about it."

After a while, the adults came rushing over to where Iryna was looking uncomfortable. They must have been told by the children who were standing behind me.

"Milady!"

"Welcome back, Milady!"

"This human..."

"He's Sir Smisson. You should know him as the hero of the sacred beast incident."

"Oh... Welcome. My name is Dahl and I am in charge of your care here."

"I'm Ritz."

"And I'm Margaret."

One by one, they cut through the air with their hands to give me a blessing.

All three of them were youthful and beautiful, but their overly cautious demeanor made them seem like caring attendants, which was quite endearing.

"More importantly, we have to entertain Mr. Smisson! I've led countless visitors around our clan estate, and this time, I want you to put your best foot forward and prepare a feast that won't disappoint!"

"Yes, my lady!"

At Aelina's command, the three elves quickly ran off to do as they were told.

Then she took my hand and led me toward the lake.

"Expect a good dinner. …But for now, how about we take a stroll along the lakeshore?"

"I'm fine with that."

I had thought Dianna was going to make me the star of her return home, but I hadn't expected it to be this simple.

Aelina held my hand and walked slowly beside the lake near the clan estate.
The lake was about two hours' walk around its circumference.

The area around them was somewhat maintained as a path, but it didn't seem like many people used it often.

"Looks like the White Elves are suffering from population decline too."

"Yeah. Maybe we could even call it an extreme drop in numbers for our clan."

Iryna spoke with a melancholic tone.

"There's an ancient ruin at this lake. The sunken palace is said to be the center of the ancient barrier."

She walked across the surface of the lake, her feet barely making any ripples. My boots splashed water as I followed behind, but Iryna didn't make a single ripple on the water.

After taking just a few steps, she turned around.

"The White Elves are entrusted with guarding the heart of this barrier... The collapse of the barrier isn't just about losing our protection; it could also mean unleashing twisted space that would threaten to destroy the entire continent. And yet, my father made me take over as clan leader when I was still a little girl. There's no one else left in the clan. If the current leader gets sick, we'd have no choice but to put someone like me in charge who only knows how to do magic and nothing else... That's why I support Kristi's research. The decline of the elves isn't just a natural phenomenon; it can't be something we give up on as inevitable. We must find a way."

"...Iryna."

"I'm sorry, that was just complaining... But I wanted you to hear this once. Even I have my burdens."

A little troubled smile from Irina.

"I wanted to believe that you would hold me, just like any other woman."

That's why...

...that's why she wanted to be alone with me.

Just so I could confirm that, even without leaning on anyone else, I'd still reach for her as myself.

"I don't really like being tested like this."

"Sorry."

"But well, I'll go along with it. Even then, I won't let you go. You're always going to be mine."

"...Is that so?"

"No, actually, you're my slave girl. I'm going to make you pregnant with my child. Just like any other woman, I'll keep doing dirty things to you until the day you die. Irina, it doesn't matter if you're an elf or a clan leader. I want you because you're cute."

“…So, it is… Ah, I see, you still say that to me…♪”
Iryna pulls my hand.
She leads me out onto the lake. This time, her boots don’t sink.

If I squint into the blue water, I can make out a palace-like structure.

We are embracing each other on top of it, in the middle of the lake, with the surface as our bed.

“Iryna…”

“…Hehe, I’ve always been good at this walking-on-water magic because I often looked down here.”

“You mean that you end up getting pregnant in a place full of memories for you?”

“It’s fate, isn’t it?”

“I think it’s rather ironic.”

"I am delighted... you treat me as a woman and cherish me, without even considering this peg..."

I undressed Iryna who was lying on top of me. She undid my clothes too.

On the most important facility in the clan estate, right in the middle of the lake.

I tangled with the young chieftain, naked, kissing her passionately.

"Are you sure it’s hidden by an illusion?"

"Do you not trust me? I am the one who would be ruined if we were caught playing like this."

"I suppose so."

The surface of the water felt as soft as a cotton bed. It was cool but not cold enough to chill my body.

In that vast bed, I violated the young ruler in her childlike form.

How liberating and how sinful it felt.

“Haha… Now, Sir Smisson…”

Irina invites me with a passionate kiss after spreading her legs. The contrast between the ethereal background and her pale, slender naked body is blinding.

“Push your hips out more. Spread your legs even wider… that’s it.”

“Fufu, how shameless of me, my lord…♪”

“You’ll be doing this for the rest of your life. I won’t let you go.”

“By the time you’re an old man, who knows what kind of slutty mistress I’ll have become♪”

For her, the sense of guilt and liberation must be even greater than what I’m feeling. Trembling with shame, her whole body flushed red, her tiny hairless sex was visibly dripping with arousal.

“This perverted girl…!”

I couldn’t take it anymore and pounced on her.

He rubbed her inner thighs eagerly, kissed her breasts, and stole her lips as he searched for Iriana’s pussy with frantic movements like a rutting dog, rubbing his cock against her. Pre-cum was smeared all over her.

“Hau, ah… My lord Smisson, my cunt is here… Here, enter me… Ruin me from the inside out…♪”

“Yes, I will ruin you, make your pussy forget about anything else, so that every time you come back to this manor, you’ll remember being fucked by me here… Remember how you were impregnated by me with all my might!!”

“Yes, good, desecrate me more… Taint me completely with yourself…♪”

“Uohh…!!”

“Nk, hah…!!”

He thrust into her forcefully.

Her slender body seemed like it could break even under the strength of a weakling like him.

Her cute face was flushed red from stimulation and embarrassment.

And all of her limbs were wrapped around him as if to never let go.

She’s clinging to me with all her might, trying to accommodate my base desires.

This silver-haired beauty is so precious and dear that I’m thrusting into her wildly.

I’m slamming my head against the entrance of her womb.

“Haa, My Lord Smithson, I am… I am… k-ahhh!”

“You’re mine. You’re my female slave. You’ll have sex with me for your whole life, and give birth to my child!!”

“Yes… yes, I’m yours… I’m your woman… your cunt… you are my lord… ♪”

“Oooohhhh!!!”

Irina’s eyes are closed in blissful pleasure; all I can see is red from the excitement.

We must look like a pair of fools desperately thrusting away out here in the middle of the lake.

But I don’t care. My blood vessels might burst, but I’m still pounding into her with everything I’ve got.

“Hah!!”

Cum.

I pulled away from Iriana’s hips and splashed my seed into the lake.

“Haah, haah… ah… ah… Smi-son-sama…?”

Iriana, who was gasping for breath, looked at me with a puzzled expression.

“…You reckless fool…”♪”

“Heheh… phew.”

In the end, we smiled and relaxed together.

The scattered cum floated around in the water behind the ruins, standing out oddly.

The next day, I returned to Polka along with Iriana.

“So, Lord Smisson, it seems you intend to turn me into your female slave,” Irina casually asserted to Diane and the others (as if she had completely succumbed to my desires).

“Ah, Irina…?”

Wasn’t this agreed upon?

……A wicked grin returned.

“Hey Andy, calm down and think about this. You can’t just do whatever you want in a fit of passion.”

“Anndy-kun? So when are you planning on really starting to train the teacher?”

“Angelos and Hilda-san, don’t be fooled! He’s actually…”

“Kukuku, your excuses are unbecoming, Lord Smisson. I got confirmation already, didn’t I? You said you wanted me to have sex with you for life and bear your children too?”

“A little more leniency!!”

...I hope this is just Iri's way of hiding her embarrassment...

Morning.

We were served simple bread baked at the pre-labyrinth camp, a bland soup made in a large cauldron, and unicorn milk. It wasn't exactly a special feast prepared for us.

Because the pre-labyrinth camp exists for the purpose of guarding the labyrinth and its surroundings, and lacks the infrastructure of a permanent settlement—such as households or food production industries—it is difficult for residents to organize their own food supply. It becomes even harder to secure meals when youths from various clans gather there on an irregular basis. Therefore, it is said that ingredients are collected from each clan under Diel's name, and meals like this are provided frequently, much like military rations.

"I wish I could eat, too. Even though this immortal body won't be poisoned by it, I feel terrible about the waste," Blakecore said regretfully.

"Hmm..."

I thought it would be more fun if he could join the meal, but I can see why he’d feel hesitant about consuming food that took a long time to transport from the clan villages when he doesn't even need to eat.

"...I know, why don't you just provide my meat instead?"

"Stop. Please refrain from suggesting things like that at other times."

Even though the body of a Divine Beast can regenerate infinitely through the support of "Ki," I would really rather not have the person in front of me smiling and saying, "It's my meat; eat your fill."

After the meal, we took off again on Lyra.

As Village Chief Diel, the blacksmith Gant, and Blakecore all waved goodbye, Lyra set a course for the clan villages.

"It’s been a while since our Master went on such a flashy rampage, hasn't it?"

"The atmosphere is so different from when it's just the two of you, Andy-san... That kind of mutual longing is quite charming in its own way, don't you think? ♪"

"Y-you think so?"

The tiny Lyra and Aurora seemed strangely satisfied. Their sensibilities are likely different from ordinary people, but I don't quite understand their logic that more people is better. Well, as for me—or rather, as a man—it doesn't bother me at all, but the women seem to get bored since the intervals between them are so long.

"I personally prefer one-on-one... but I can understand what the Sky-Blue Princess is saying."

"Really?"

"After all, in terms of both appearance and status, they are a point of pride. It brings me satisfaction to know that such impressive people are infatuated with the man I have chosen."

"...I don't get it."

As for me, no matter how grand the other members are, I want to keep the woman I love all to myself... or so I think.

...Whoa.

Thinking about it that way, my tastes might be pretty terrible.

"What are you thinking about...? Well, I can guess."

"...I'm so selfish."

"Truly."

Irena chuckled.

"But fear not. I am well aware of it. Even the fact that Apple suggested something like a 'female slave' stems from her desire to belong to you, even while setting aside the position of being your sole bride."

"...I think she did say something like that."

"It is fine. It is sad, but you cannot keep us with you until we grow old. One-on-one love and marriage only hold meaning because both parties are of the same species and the same lifespan. You can swear eternity. ...For you, fitting into that mold is meaningless. Equality never existed from the start. ...You may simply love in your own way."

"Even if you give me permission, Irena... I feel like a coward..."

"Yes, it is cowardly. There is no other word for what you have given me but 'cowardly.' To shatter the longing for a mere marriage or a conventional love, and to simply want to be given more by you... W-what am I even saying!?"

"...You..."

Just when I thought she was boldly saying something embarrassing, she suddenly looked down, overcome with shame. I really can't tell if she's incredibly brave or just incredibly naive.

However.

"If you keep saying such cute things, I might just end up getting you pregnant."

"...Ugh, that... that's problematic...♪"

Irina wore a joyful expression.

"Ho. That is fine, that is quite fine."

Little Lyra laughed.

"You shall never be granted eternity. You possess too much love. Everyone has known this from the very beginning. Even so, I fell in love with you. ...You are fine just as you are. Continue, as you always do, with your impulse-driven affection."

"...Don't make it sound like I'm a monkey that's constantly in heat."

I knew even myself that my retort lacked any persuasive power.

"...Um, please keep that kind of talk within the group..."
Neia asserted modestly, pulling down the brim of her hat.

We arrived at the Red Clan Estate at noon.

There, Irina turned to the other girls with a solemn expression.

"We will definitely return to Polka by tomorrow. Therefore, would you allow us to go on from here by ourselves?"

"But that..."

As Neia tried to protest, Diane-san stopped her with a wry smile.

"I understand."

"Wait, but—"

"It's fine. ...We know where you're heading next, and we know you're safe."

Diane-san paused for a breath.

"Even Aurora, when she catches a man and returns to her hometown, wants to be the protagonist of her own story, doesn't she?"

"...I... I suppose so."

As if she had understood something, Aurora followed with a giggle after a brief pause.

Lyra nodded as well. Only Neia wore a slightly puzzled expression, but she was ultimately pushed forward and turned around.

"Farewell."

"Forgive us."

Diane-san and Irina waved lightly to one another.

Then, Irina took my hand and led me toward the irregularly shaped teleportation magic plaza.

"Next, it's White."

"Yeah."

The White Clan Estate felt like nothing more than an ordinary village deep in the mountains.

There was a lake and a river nearby, houses were scattered somewhat sparsely, and the forest stretched endlessly, as if embracing the gentle mountains.

"So this is..."

"The final destination of this journey. The last place I wanted to show you, Master Smyson... No, it's not as if there is anything particularly worth seeing here."

"No, that's not true. ...Thinking that this is where Irina grew up makes it quite interesting."

"N-nu..."

An elven child was peeking timidly from behind the forest trees.

The movement of the people walking through the peaceful village was slow, and I could intuitively understand how Irina must have grown up here over a hundred years ago.

Peaceful and gentle, utterly unremarkable.

In a land that could be described as such...

She must have been raised with nothing but pure, straightforward love.

"M-mm... I feel like we're being watched with strange eyes."

"Don't sweat it."

A short while later, several adult elves came rushing toward the visibly uncomfortable Irina. Looking behind them, I could see the children; they must have been the ones to alert the adults.

"Lady Irina!"

"Lady Irina, welcome back!"

"This human is..."

"This is Lord Sympson. You surely know of him—the hero of the Holy Beast Incident."

"Ah... welcome. My name is Dahl, and I am in charge of Lady Irina's care."

"I am Ritz, likewise."

"I'm Margaret."

I felt somewhat overwhelmed as the elves offered their blessings one after another. Without exception, all three looked young and beautiful, yet they exuded the aura of worrywart caretakers, which I found quite endearing.

"More importantly, prepare a feast to welcome Lord Sympson! We have guided guests through many clan manors before; do not let him think this place is the most underwhelming! Put your utmost effort into the spread!"

"Understood!"

Promptly obeying Irina's command, the three elves hurried away. Then, Irina took my hand and led me toward the lake.

"You can look forward to dinner. ...Until then, shall we take a stroll along the lakeshore?"

"Sure."

I had taken Diane-san's words—about returning as if she were the protagonist—at face value, thinking she might do something more grand, but I guess not.

Hand in hand, Irina and I walked slowly along the lakeshore near the clan manor. It was a lake roughly two hours' walk in circumference. While the perimeter had been maintained as a path, it didn't seem like many people frequented it.

"Is the population in White declining as well?"

"Well, yes. It might even be said that certain clans are seeing particularly drastic decreases," Irina said sadly. "There are ruins within this lake. The sunken palace is said to be the heart of the ancient barrier."

Splash, splash. Irina stepped forward across the surface of the lake. My boots sent up easy splashes, but Irina walked atop the water without creating a single ripple. After only a few steps, she turned back to look at me.

"White has been entrusted with the heavy responsibility of guarding the cornerstone of this barrier. ...The collapse of the barrier would not only mean the loss of elven protection; if this distorted space were left wide open, there is a risk the continent itself could face destruction. ...And yet, my father intends to pass the clan leadership to a mere girl like me. There is no one else. If the clan leader were to fall ill, someone as naive as myself, whose only merit is magic, would have to step up. ...That is why I support Christi's research. The decline of the elves is not merely a natural phenomenon; we must not simply resign ourselves to the fading of our species. I believe there must be a way."

"...Irina."

"Forgive me, I am merely venting... but I wanted you to hear it, at least once. Even I... have my share of burdens to carry."

Irina gave a slightly troubled smile.

"I wanted to believe that, just like any other woman, you would still hold me close."

So that was it.
...So that was why she wanted to return alone with me.
Not because she wanted to rely on some other support, but to confirm that even if I knew the truth, I would still reach out to her as me.

"I'm not a big fan of being tested like that, you know."

"Forgive me."

"But, well, I'll play along. Even so, I'm not letting you go. You're my woman, forever."

"...I see."

"No, you're my female slave. I'm going to make you pregnant with my children. Just like any other woman, I'm going to keep doing lewd things to you until the day you die. Irina, I don't care if you're an elf or a clan leader. I'm making you mine because you're cute."

"……I see…… Ah, as I thought, that is exactly what you would say……♪"
Airina pulls me by my hand.
She leads me out onto the surface of the lake. This time, my boots did not sink.

As I peer into the blue water, I can certainly see something resembling a palace.

Directly above it, in the middle of the lake, we lay embraced upon the water's surface as if it were a bed.

"Airina..."

"...Fufu, the reason I became so proficient in this water-walking magic is because I have looked down upon this place frequently since long ago."

"And you're saying that, through a twist of fate, it would lead to me getting you pregnant in this place of memories?"

"It is fateful, is it not?"

"I think it's a rather ironic fate."

"I am happy... That you would cherish me as a woman, without giving a second thought to such a wedge [between us]……♪"

I begin to strip the clothes from Airlina, who is pinned beneath me. Airlina, in turn, strips mine.

Right atop the most important facility of the Clan Estate, in the very center of the lake.

Entwined, naked, with the young Clan Leader, our lips hungrily devouring one another.

"You're making sure we're properly hidden by an illusion, right?"

"Do you not trust me? If anyone were to face ruin by playing such games, it would be me."

"I suppose you're right."

The surface of the water, held firm by magic, felt like a bed of cotton. It was cool, but not so cold as to chill my body.

Upon that vast, wide bed, I ravage the ruler of this place in her youthful form.

How liberating, and how immoral this situation is.

"Fufu... Now, Lord Smyson..."

After a fervent kiss, Airlina spreads her legs, beckoning me.

The contrast between the shimmering, ethereal background and her pale, slender, naked body is dazzling.

"Thrust your hips more. Spread your legs more boldly. ...Yes, just like that."

"Fufu, how unseemly of me...♪"

"I'm going to make you do things like this for the rest of your life. I'm never letting you escape."

"By the time you are an old man, I wonder what kind of shameless mistress I will have become♪"

For her, the sense of immorality and liberation must be far greater than what I am feeling. Trembling with shame, her entire body flushed crimson, her small, hairless sex was visibly glistening with arousal.

"You... you perverted girl...!"

Unable to take it any longer, I pounce.

I rub her inner thighs greedily, kiss her breasts, and suck upon her lips as if to steal them away. Moving like a dog in heat, I frantically search for Airlina's vagina, rubbing my cock against her. Pre-cum smears against her skin.

"Hau, ah... Lord Smyson, my pussy is here... Enter right here... Destroy me from the inside...♪"

"Yeah, I'm going to destroy you. I'm going to make sure you can never forget this cock. Every time you return to this Clan Estate, you'll remember being taken by me here... You'll remember being impregnated by me with everything I've got!!"

"Ah, yes, good... Profane me even more... Stain me with yourself...♪"

"Uooo...!!"

"Nku, haa...!!"

I thrust into Airlina with force.

Her slender limbs felt as though they might break, even with my lack of strength.

Her lovely face was completely stained with stimulation and shame.

And all of her limbs were clinging to me. As if she would never, ever let me go.

She clings to me with incredible strength, as if trying to accept my base desires.

Seeing such a beautiful, silver-haired girl being so precious makes me thrust my hips frantically.

I relentlessly slam my glans against her cervix.

"Haah, Lord Sympson, I... I... ah, ahhh!"

"You are mine! You are my female slave! You will have sex with me for the rest of your life, and you will bear my children!!"

"Ngh... Yes... I am... yours... your female... slave... and you... are my... master...♪"

"OHHHHH!!"

With Irina’s eyes narrowed in ecstatic pleasure and my vision clouded by nothing but pure arousal, the two of us—frantically thrusting in the middle of a lake—probably looked incredibly foolish.

I thrust my hips with such desperation it felt like the vessels in my brain might burst, and then—

"Hah!!"

Ejaculation.

I pull away from Irina's hips, splashing semen across the surface of the lake.

"Haah, haah... ah... ah... Lo... Lord Sympson...?"

As I did that, the breathless Irina gave me a somewhat puzzled look, but then...

"...You... you sacrilegious man...♪"

"Hehe... whew."

In the end, we simply smiled at each other and collapsed into total exhaustion.

The scattered semen floated erratically against the backdrop of the ruins, looking strangely conspicuous.

The next day, I returned to Polka with Irina.

"And so, it appears Lord Sympson intends to make me his female slave."

With total nonchalance, Irina asserted this to Diane and the others (phrased in a way that suggested she had been completely at the mercy of my desires).

"Ah, Irina...?"

We had an agreement, right?

...A wicked, mischievous smirk was my only reply.

"Hey, Andy, calm down and think for a second. You shouldn't do things just on impulse."

"Andyyyy-kun~? So, when exactly do you plan on starting the full-scale training of your teacher~?"

"Anzeros, Hilda, don't be fooled! This guy is unexpectedly—"

"Kukuku, making excuses is unsightly, Lord Sympson. I have your words on record, you know? You even said to have sex with you for the rest of your life and to bear your children."

"Have a little mercy!!"

...I really hope that was just Irina's way of hiding her embarrassment.

Morning.
We were served simple bread baked at the labyrinth's edge camp, a hearty soup made in a large pot, and unicorn milk.

It wasn’t some special feast just for us.
Since we gathered to protect the labyrinth and its surroundings, and the camp lacked the support of households or food production, it was difficult for residents to sustain themselves. With young people coming irregularly from many clans, securing meals became even harder.
So, under Dier’s name, they collected ingredients from each clan, and these meals were served as frequently as military rations.

"I wish I could eat too," Breakcore said wistfully. "This immortal body won’t be poisoned by food, but it feels wasteful to consume it."

"Hmm."
It would be more fun to join the meal, but consuming provisions that took so long to transport from the Red Clan’s village when my body doesn’t even need them… yeah, I’d feel bad about that.

"...Then, instead, offer me your flesh."

"Stop. Please consider that at another time."
Even though a saintly beast’s body can infinitely regenerate with the support of ki, I’d rather not have someone smiling and saying, "Here’s my meat, eat as much as you want."

After the meal, Lila took off again.
As the village chief Dier, blacksmith Gant, Breakcore, and others waved, Lila set a course for the clan village.

"That was quite the show from your master," they said.

"And Andy’s different when it’s just the two of you… that kind of mutual pursuit is fascinating too!"

"R-Really?"

Lila and Aurora looked strangely satisfied.

Their sensibilities must differ from ordinary people, but I don’t really get why they prefer so many people around. Well, not that I mind as a guy, but the women probably get bored with long intervals between… things.

"I’d prefer one-on-one myself… but I can see where the Sky-Haired Princess is coming from."

"Is that so?"

"After all, she’s someone to be proud of, both in appearance and status. That so many faces are infatuated with the man I chose is also satisfying."

"...I don’t get it."

As for me, no matter how impressive the other faces were, I’d want to monopolize my favorite woman… or so I think.

...Ugh.
Thinking about it that way, my tastes might be pretty awful.

"What are you thinking about… well, I can guess."

"...I’m selfish, aren’t I?"

"Indeed."

Aireena chuckled.

"But rest assured. I know all of this already. The reason Apple started calling her a female slave is because she wants to remain yours even if you abandon her position as your only bride."

"...She said something like that."

"It’s fine. Sadly, we can’t keep you with us until we grow old. One-on-one love and marriage only make sense when the same species, the same lifespan, are involved. We can pledge eternity… but you don’t fit that mold. There was never any equality to begin with… You should have your own kind of love."

"Even if Aireena lets me off the hook… I feel like a cheater…"

"Yes, it’s cheating. What you gave me can only be described as cheating. Shattering the mere marriage, the longing for conventional love… I wanted to give you even more… W-What am I saying?"

"…You, you know."

She said something so brazenly embarrassing, then suddenly hid her face in shame. Whether she was bold or innocent, I honestly couldn’t tell with that girl.

But.

"If you keep saying such cute things, I might just get you pregnant."

"...H-huh? That’s… a problem…"

Irina looked delighted.
"Oh. Good. Just good."

Chibi-Lyra laughed.

"You can’t be given eternity. You have too much love. We all knew that from the start. Even so, I fell in love with you. …You’re fine as you are. Just like always, with your impulsive affection, hm?"

"...Don’t say things like a monkey always getting horny around people."

I knew my argument lacked conviction.

"…Um, could we keep that kind of talk internal, please?"
Neia adjusted her hat brim and spoke timidly.

We arrived at the Crimson Clan Village around noon. There, Irina turned to the other girls with a solemn expression.

"I’ll definitely be back in Polka tomorrow. So, would you two mind if we went on from here together?"

"Well—"

Diane-san cut off Neia’s protest with an amused smile.

"Understood."

"Eh, but—"

"It’s fine. …I’ve heard where you’re heading next, and I know you’ll be safe."

Diane-san paused for a breath.

"Aurora probably wants to return to her hometown as the hero of her own story, right? Even if she caught a guy?"

"...Yes. That’s true."

As if understanding something, Aurora chuckled after a moment. Lyra nodded in agreement. Neia alone wore a slightly confused expression, but she was gently pushed from behind and spun around.

"See ya."

"Sorry about that."

Diane-san and Irina exchanged a light wave. Then, Irina took my hand and led me to the irregularly shaped teleportation magic circle.

"Next is White."

"Yeah."

The White Clan Village was just a typical mountain village. A lake and a river were nearby, with houses scattered sparsely, and the forest stretched endlessly, embracing the gentle hills.

"This is…,"

"The final destination of this journey. The last place I wanted to show Smayson… though, there’s not much to see, really."

"Nah, that’s not it. …It’s actually pretty interesting to think about how Eirina grew up here."

"Hmph."

An elven child peeks cautiously from behind the trees of the forest.
Inside the village, with its gentle atmosphere, people move slowly, and I can intuitively grasp how Eirina might have grown up here a century or so ago.
Peaceful, kind, utterly ordinary.
A place that could be described like that… surely.
She must have been loved and raised straight as an arrow.

"Mm, hmm… I feel like they’re staring at me strangely."

"Don’t worry about it."

After a while, adult elves rush over to Eirina, who looks uncomfortable. Looking back, there are children behind them, so they must have told the adults.

"Eirina-sama!"

"Eirina-sama, welcome home!"

"This human is…"

"Smayson-dono. You’ve surely heard of him—the hero of the Holy Beast incident."

"Yes… welcome. I am Dahl, and I serve as Eirina-sama’s attendant."

"And I am Ritz."

"I’m Margaret."

I feel awkward as the elves one after another make a blessing gesture.

All three, as expected, are young and beautiful in appearance, but they exude an air of caring attendants that is quite endearing.

"More importantly, we must entertain Smayson-dono! We’ve toured countless clan estates, so let’s prepare a feast worthy of the occasion—lest White be underwhelmed!"

"Yes, sir!"

The three elves quickly obey Eirina’s words and rush off.

Then, Eirina takes my hand and leads me to the lake.

"You can expect a good dinner… until then, shall we take a walk by the lakeside?"

"Sure."

I had taken Lady Diane’s words—that I would be the protagonist of this return trip—at face value, expecting something grander, but it seems not.

Eirina holds my hand and we slowly walk along the lakeshore near the clan estate.

The lake is about two hours’ walk around its circumference.

Though there are paths around it, I doubt many people use them often.

"Are the Whites also experiencing a decline in population?"

"Well… yes. You could even say some clans are dwindling rapidly."

Eirina says with a hint of sadness.
"There’s an ancient ruin in this lake. The sunken palace is said to be the center of an ancient ward."

Iriina stepped, step by step, into the lake’s surface. My boots kicked up a spray of water without hesitation, but Iriina walked across the water without so much as a ripple.

Then, after only a few steps, she turned back.
"White has been given the grave responsibility of guarding the keystone of this barrier… The collapse of the barrier would mean more than just losing the elves’ protection. If that warped space were to be unleashed unchecked, it could bring ruin upon the entire continent… And yet, Father intends to pass the chieftainship to a mere girl like her. He has no one else? So if the chieftain falls ill, he’d rather burden this naive, magic-obsessed simpleton than anyone else… That’s why I support Kristi’s research. The decline of the elves isn’t just a natural phenomenon, it’s not something we should accept as inevitable. There must be something we can do."

"…Iriina."

"Forgive me for complaining… but I wanted you to hear it at least once. Even I… carry my own burdens."

Iriina smiled slightly, looking troubled.

"Just like any other woman, I want to believe that even then, you’d still embrace me."

So.
…That’s why she wanted to come back with just me.
Not because she needed another pillar of support, but to confirm—to prove—that even as herself, she could still reach out to Iriina.

"I don’t much care for being put to the test like this."

"Forgive me."

"But… well, I’ll play along. Even then, I won’t let you go. You’re always mine."

"…Is that so?"

"No, you’re my bitch. I’ll get you pregnant with my child. Like any other woman, I’ll keep doing filthy things to you until you die. Iriina, it doesn’t matter if you’re an elf or a chieftain. It’s because you’re cute that I claim you as mine."

"…Yes, I see… Ah, as I thought, you would say that… ♪"

Iriina took my hand.
She led me across the lake. This time, my boots didn’t sink.

Fixating on the blue water, I could clearly make out something resembling a palace.

Right above it, in the very center of the lake, we embraced, the water’s surface our bed.

"Iriina…"

"…Fufu, the reason I became so skilled at this water-walking magic is because I’ve been gazing down upon this place for years."

"And now, that comes full circle, and you end up getting impregnated in a place filled with memories? Or something?"

"Fate, isn’t it?"

"I’d call it pretty ironic fate."

"I’m happy… You don’t care about such a thing as a chieftain, and treat me as a woman… ♪"

I stripped the clothes from Iriina’s body. She stripped mine off in return.

Right above the most important facility of the clan’s estate, in the very center of the lake.

Entwined naked with the young chieftain, devouring each other’s lips.

"You’re properly hiding us with illusions, right?"

"Don’t you trust me? If we’re caught playing like this, it’s me who’ll be ruined."

"True enough."

The water beneath my feet, touched by magic, felt like a bed of cotton. Cool, but not so cold as to chill me through.
On that vast, vast bed, I defiled the ruler of this place in her youthful form.
How liberating, how utterly sinful a situation.

"Fufu… Well then, Lord Smayson…"
After a passionate kiss, Irena spread her legs, inviting me.
The contrast between the ethereal background and her pale, slender naked body was dazzling.

"Push your hips forward more. Open your legs wider… Yes, like that."

"Fufu, how immodest of you, milady…" ♪

"You’ll be doing this for the rest of your life. I won’t let you escape."

"By the time you’re an old man, who knows what kind of shameless mistress I’ll have become♪"

For her, the sense of transgression and liberation must be far greater than anything I feel. Trembling with embarrassment, her entire body flushed crimson, her small, hairless sex was visibly glistening with arousal.

"This perverted girl—"
I couldn’t hold back any longer and pounced.
Rubbing against her inner thighs hungrily, kissing her breasts, devouring her lips as if stealing them, I frantically searched for Irena’s vagina like a rutting dog, grinding my cock against her. My precum smeared across her body.

"Haa, ah… Lord Smayson, my snatch is here… right here… enter me… make me yours from the inside…♪"

"Yes, I’ll ruin you. Make you forget your own name. Every time you return to this clan’s territory, you’ll remember being ravaged by me here… you’ll remember being impregnated with all my strength!!"

"Ahh, good, defile me even more… stain me with you…♪"

"Uooooh…!!"

"Nng, haa…!!"

I thrust into Irena forcefully.
Her slender frame felt like it could break even under my weak strength.
Her lovely face was stained with both stimulation and shame.
And all her limbs clung to me. She wouldn’t let go, she wouldn’t be parted from me.
She squeezed me tightly, desperately trying to accept my base desires.
That silver-haired beauty was so precious to me that I slammed my hips forward recklessly.
I hammered my tip against her cervix with abandon.

"Haa, Lord Smayson, I… I… k, ahh…"

"You are mine, my female slave. You’ll be fucking me for the rest of your life, bearing my children!!"

"Y-yes… yes, I am… I am yours… chu… you are my master…♪"

"OOOOOOH!!"

Irena’s eyes narrowed in blissful ecstasy, while I could only see straight ahead from sheer arousal.
The couple desperately thrusting their hips in the middle of the lake must have looked terribly foolish.
My head throbbed as I pounded into her, and then—
"Hah!!"
I came.

I pulled out of Irena’s grasp, splattering my seed into the lake water with a plosh plosh.
"Haa, haa… ah… ah… S-Smayson, Lord…?"

Breathless from my act, Irena looked at me with a slightly puzzled expression.

"…You little bastard…" she purred, a wicked grin spreading across her face.

"Hah hah… phew."

In the end, they smiled at each other, both utterly spent.
The scattered semen swayed gently in the air against the ruins—a strangely conspicuous sight.

The next day, she returned to Polka with Irina.
"So, it seems Master Smisson intends to make me his female slave," Irina declared matter-of-factly to Diene and the others, framing it as though I’d completely dominated her desires.

"Ah, Irina…?"

We agreed on that, right?

…A malicious grin was all she gave in response.

"Hey, Andy, calm down for a second. You can’t just rush into things like this."

"Andy-kuuun? When do you plan to start properly training the professor—?"

"Anzalos and Hildegard won’t be fooled! This girl’s more… than she seems—"

"Heh heh, your excuses are pathetic, Smisson-dono? I’ve got you on record, you know? You heard me: 'Have sex with me for the rest of your life, bear my children,' right?"

"Just a little leniency!!"

…Hopefully, this is just Irina’s way of being shy…

Morning.
We were served simple bread baked at the Dungeon Front Camp, a hearty but unrefined soup simmered in a large cauldron, and milk from the Unicorn of the Corner.

It wasn't a special feast for us.
Gathered to protect the Dungeon and its surroundings, we lack the stability of a household or any support system for food production at the camp outside the Dungeon. Given these circumstances, it's difficult for residents to secure their own sustenance. With young men from many clans arriving irregularly, ensuring meals becomes even more challenging.

That's why, under Dier's name, ingredients are requisitioned from each clan, and such meals are provided frequently, much like military rations.
"I wish I could eat too," Breakcore said with a sigh. "This immortal body won't be poisoned by food, but wasting it feels unbearable."

"Hmm..."
It would have been more enjoyable to join the circle of diners, yet consuming food meant painstakingly transported from the Clan Estate without needing to do so... that truly felt awkward.

"...That's right. Instead, offer me your flesh."

"Stop. Let's discuss something like that another time."

Even though the holy beast's body regenerates infinitely with the support of "Qi," I'd appreciate it if the person standing before me didn't smile while saying, "This is my flesh; eat as much as you want."

After the meal, we took off again on Lyra.

As Village Chief Dier, blacksmith Gant, and Breakcore waved goodbye, Lyra steered toward the Clan Estate.

"How long has it been since your master caused such a spectacular commotion?"

"The atmosphere is different from when you were alone with Andy... Those kinds of exchanges are quite charming too♪"

"So, so is that how it is?"

Chibi-Lyra and Aurora looked oddly satisfied.

Perhaps their sensibilities differ from ordinary people, but I still don't fully understand their reasoning for preferring groups. Well, as a man, I'm not troubled at all by this, but the women seem bored with long intervals between encounters.

"I would prefer one-on-one interactions... though I cannot deny what the Sky-Colored Princess says."

"Really?"

"After all, whether in appearance or status, she's someone to be proud of. It's also satisfying that so many are captivated by the man I've chosen."

"...I don't get it."
No matter how magnificent other suitors may be, I want to keep the woman I love all to myself...
Ugh.
Considering this, my tastes might just be terrible in various ways.

"What are you thinking about... Well, I can guess."

"...I'm so selfish."

"Absolutely."

Eilina chuckled softly.

"But don't worry. I fully understand that. Even when Apple suggested pairing with female slaves, it stemmed from your desire to remain hers alone, even if it meant abandoning the seat of her sole wife."

"...You've said things like that before."

"That's fine. It's sad, but you cannot keep us with you forever. One-on-one love or marriage only holds meaning when both parties belong to the same species and share the same lifespan—when they can swear eternity together... You don't fit that mold from the start. Equality doesn't exist in the first place... So, just love in your own way."

"Even if Eilina freely forgives me... It still feels cowardly..."

"Yes, it's cowardly. What you gave me can only be described as cowardice. You shattered illusions of conventional marriage and idealized love, wanting to give more to yourself... W-wait, what am I saying?"

"…You know…"

If she seemed to be speaking shamelessly, she would suddenly lower her head in embarrassment.

I couldn't tell if she was bold or naive; it's truly hard to understand this girl.

But—

"If you keep saying such cute things, you'll end up pregnant."

"…U-um, that's troublesome…♪"

Eirina smiled happily.

"Hah. That's fine, that's fine."

Chibi Laila chuckled.

"You are not granted eternity. You have too much love. I knew this from the start. Yet, I fell in love with you anyway... You can just be yourself. Just as always, let your affection follow your impulses."

"…Don't compare people to lustful monkeys all the time."

I realized my argument lacked persuasiveness.

"…Um, that kind of conversation should stay among ourselves…"
Neia, pulling back her hat brim, made a modest request.

They arrived at the Red Clan's estate by midday.

There, Eirina turned to the other girls with a solemn expression.

"I'll definitely return to Polka by tomorrow. So, could you two let me go from here on?"

"Well…"

Diane stifled Neia, who was about to say something, with a wry smile.

"Understood."

"Eh, but—"

"It's fine. …I've heard where we're going next, and I know everyone will be safe."

Diane paused for a moment.

"Aurora probably wants to make herself the protagonist when she catches a man and returns to her hometown, doesn't she?"

"…Yes. That's right."

As if understanding what was being said, Aurora also paused before bursting into giggles.

Laila nodded in agreement. Only Neia wore a slightly confused expression, but she was pushed along anyway, spinning around.

"Well then."

"I'm sorry."

Diane and Eirina exchanged a light wave.

Then, Eirina took my hand and led me to the irregularly shaped plaza where teleportation magic is cast.

"Next is White."

"Yeah."

The estate of the White Clan was nothing special—a village nestled deep in the mountains.
Nearby lay a lake and a river; scattered manor houses dotted the landscape, while the forest spread endlessly, wrapping around gentle hills.

"This is..."

"The final destination of this journey. The last place I wish to show Lord Smaison... or rather, there's nothing truly worth seeing here."

"No, that's not quite it. ...It's just interesting to think about where Eirina grew up."

"Huh?"

A young elf peered cautiously from beyond the trees of the forest.

The village exuded a tranquil atmosphere; people moved slowly through its streets, and one could almost intuitively grasp how Eirina had lived here over a hundred years ago.
Peaceful, gentle, utterly ordinary.
That is surely what this land was like.
She must have been raised with pure, straightforward love.

"Ugh, ugh... I feel like they're staring at me strangely."

"Don't mind them."

Soon after, adult elves hurried toward the visibly uncomfortable Eirina. Seeing children behind them, it seemed they had taught the kids to approach her.

"Eirina-sama!"

"You've returned safely, Eirina-sama!"

"This human is..."

"Lord Smaison. You should know him; he's the hero of that Holy Beast incident."

"Yes... Welcome. I am Darr, one of those who tends to Eirina-sama."

"And I'm Ritz."

"I'm Margaret."

One by one, the elves offered greetings with bowed heads, making me feel quite embarrassed.

All three were young and beautiful as usual, yet their air radiated that of anxious caretakers, earning my immediate goodwill.

"By the way, let's treat Lord Smaison properly! Having guided countless clans and estates, I want to prepare a feast so impressive no one can say we fell short!"

"Yes, sir!"

Swiftly obeying Eirina's words, the three elves dashed off.

Then, Eirina took my hand and led me toward the lake.

"The dinner will be worth looking forward to... How about a lakeside stroll until then?"

"That sounds fine."

I had assumed, taking Diane's words at face value—that she meant for me to become the protagonist of some grand event—but apparently not.

Eirina held my hand as we slowly walked along the lakeshore beside the clan estate.

It was a lake roughly two hours' walk around its perimeter.

While paths had been laid out around it, there were hardly any signs of frequent foot traffic.

"Even the elves seem to be facing declining birthrates."

"Well, yes. It might even be said that their numbers are dropping most sharply among certain clans."

Eirina spoke with a tinge of sadness.

"There's an ancient ruin beneath this lake. The sunken palace is said to be at the center of an old barrier."

Hita, hitahita, Elenia steps forward across the surface of the lake. My boots splash up water with ease, yet she walks upon it without a single ripple disturbing the mirror-like expanse.

After just a few steps, she turns to look back at me.

"White has been entrusted with the heavy burden of guarding this barrier's core... The collapse of the barrier would not merely strip the elves of their protection; if we were to release the warped space within, the entire continent could face destruction... And yet, Father insists on passing the leadership of our clan to a girl like me. There are no others left. Should the clan leader fall ill, there is no one else but this ignorant child, whose only talent lies in magic, to shoulder such responsibility... That is why I support Kristi's research. The decline of our elves is not merely a natural phenomenon; we cannot simply accept it as the waning of our race. There must be something we can do."

"...Elenia."

"I'm sorry for airing my grievances... but I wanted to confide in you at least once. Even I... carry burdens of my own."

A faint, troubled smile graces her lips.
"Like any other woman, I long to be embraced by you."

That is why—

...that is why she wished to return with only the two of us.

Not because I sought support from others, but to confirm that, as myself, I would still reach out to her.

"I don't particularly enjoy being tested like this," she says.

"My apologies."

"But, well, I'll go along with it. Even so, I will never let you go. You are mine forever."

"...Understood."

"No, you're my female slave. I'll impregnate you. Just like any other woman, I'll continue to make love to you until the day we die. Elenia, it doesn't matter whether you're an elf or a clan leader—I claim you because you're beautiful."

"......Yes... Ah, as expected, you say such things...♪"

Elenia takes my hand and leads me forward.
Invited across the lake's surface, this time my boots do not sink.

Gazing intently into the blue waters, I can clearly see a palace-like structure rising beneath.

Directly above it, in the very center of the lake, we embrace as if the water itself were our bed.

"Elenia..."

"...Heheh. I've been skilled in this water-walking magic since childhood, precisely because I often gazed down upon this place."

"So, fate has brought us to conceive here, in a spot steeped in memories...?"

"Fate is indeed ironic," she replies.

"I find it rather bitter."

"But I am happy... You cherish me as a woman despite such a cruel twist of fate...♪"

I strip away Elenia's clothes, while hers are removed by her own hands.

Upon the most sacred facility of our clan estate, in the heart of the lake.

A young clan leader and I entwine naked, devouring each other's lips.

"Are you sure this illusion will hold?"

"Do you not trust me? If we engage in such play, it is I who shall face ruin."

"As expected."

The water beneath our feet, manipulated by magic, feels like a bed of cotton—cool to the touch, yet never chilling enough to freeze our bodies.
In this vast expanse, I violate the ruler of this land, still appearing as a child.
How liberating... how sinful...

"Hehe... Well, come here, Lord Smaysion..."
After a passionate kiss, Elina spreads her legs and invites me inside.

The ethereal, swaying background contrasts sharply with her pale, slender naked form—a sight so dazzling it nearly blinds me.

"Push your hips out further. Open your legs bolder... yes."

"Hehe, you're being crude, my lord... ♪"

"I'll make you endure this for the rest of your life. You won't escape now."

"By the time you're an old man, I'll have become some utterly shameless mistress... ♪"

To her, the sense of taboo and liberation must be far greater than what I feel. Trembling with humiliation, her entire body flushed crimson as her small, hairless genitals glistened visibly with arousal.

"This perverted girl..."
I could no longer hold back and lunged forward.

Slapping my inner thighs together like a frenzy, I kissed her chest, then devoured her lips while frantically searching for her vagina with the desperate movements of an animal in heat, grinding my penis against her. Pre-cum smeared across her skin.

"Ahh... Lord Smaysion, my pussy is right here... right here... fill me up... ruin me from the inside... ♪"

"Yes, I'll ruin you. I'll make sure you never forget your cock. Every time you return to this estate, I want you to remember what I did to you here... I want you to remember being impregnated by me with all my strength!!"

"Ahh, yes, defile me further... let yourself stain me... ♪"

"Gaaahh...!!"

"Nnnk, haa...!!"

I thrust forcefully into Elina.

Her slender limbs looked so fragile that even I could break them. Her adorable face was completely flushed with stimulation and shame. Every limb of hers clung to mine—refusing to let go, refusing to separate. She gripped me tightly, exerting immense effort as if trying to accept my base desires.

Such a silver-haired beauty filled me with such intense affection that I moved wildly, pounding my hips without restraint. I hammered my glans against her cervix over and over.

"Ahh... Lord Smaysion, I'm... I'm... kkuu, aaah..."

"You belong to me. You're my female slave. You'll have sex with me for the rest of your life. You'll bear my children!!"

"Yes... yes, I am... I am yours... your woman... hard... you are my master... ♪"

"Goooooohh...!!"

Elina's eyes narrowed in a trance-like state of ecstasy, while I could see nothing but the peak of my arousal. The man and woman desperately thrusting in the middle of the lake must have looked terribly foolish, yet...

I swung my hips with such intensity that it felt like my head would burst from the strain. And then—

"Khh!!"

Climax.

I pulled away from Elina's waist and splashed my semen all over the lake water with a pichapicha sound.

"Ahh... haa... ah... ah... S-Smaysion, my lord...?"
Though exhausted from my actions, Elina looked at me with a slightly bewildered expression.

"……How shameless of me…♪"

"Heheh… phew…"

Eventually, they exchanged smiles and both slumped in relief.
The scattered semen floated gently against the backdrop of the ruins, strangely conspicuous.

The next day, I returned to Polka alongside Irina.

"So, it seems His Excellency Smyson intends to make me his female slave," she declared casually before Dianna and the others, her tone dripping with the implication that I had been utterly at the mercy of my own desires.

"Ah, Irina…?"

Agreed?

...A mischievous smirk returned in response.

"Hey Andy, calm down and think this through; we can't just act on impulse."

"Andy-kun? When exactly do you plan to begin formally training Master?"

"Don't be fooled by Anzeros or Hilda! This guy is surprisingly..."

"Heheh, isn't your excuse pitiful, His Excellency Smyson? I've got it all on record. You asked me to have sex with you for the rest of my life and bear your children, didn't you?"

"Could we at least show a little mercy!!"

...I hope this is Irina's way of hiding her embarrassment.