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…♪” Aileen 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, Aileen 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 Aileen waved lightly to one another. Then, Aileen 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 Aileen 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 Aileen 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~?” “Anzelos, 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.