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, Nia, why don’t you try something bolder for your outfit?"
"Hiii!? No, no, I’m fine, really!”
(To be continued)