Is Being a Masochist Just a Femboy Cliché?
"Hero, your cock was glowing!"
Before I could even begin brainstorming a more tactful way to phrase it, she'd gone and blurted it out again.
"F-F-Fre-Freesia?! What on earth are you saying?!"
Histira, who had been listening nearby, recoiled in horror. Naturally, Valeri and I had nothing to say for ourselves — we just grimaced.
"It really was, you know? Right when he swung the sword~"
"Freesia! That will be quite enough!"
"No, no. I'd like to hear the details."
Valeri tried to cut Freesia off, but Queen Anaris had already taken an interest.
"You came here because you wanted my help, didn't you? If you won't give me the facts properly, then I can't even begin to think of a way to assist you."
"Ugh...!"
She had a point. I'd steeled myself for this to some degree, but with Histira here too — and never in a million years did I expect the person I'd have to explain myself to would be the mother of both elves!!
"Freesia... you explain it... just don't get too excited about it..."
"Okay!"
Already buzzing with excitement, Freesia climbed out of her mother's lap and stood up.
"So, you know how~ I took the Hero to the church? Well, when the door opened, out comes the Hero with his pants off!"
"It's a trainwreck from the very first sentence!!"
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"My pants were torn because of the bandits! And I only flew into the church window because YOU threw me! How does any of that translate to 'took him there'?!"
"I took you there and then lost my grip!"
"Then why do you leave that part out?! It makes me sound like a pervert, aaaaaah!!
Haaah, haaah..."
After unleashing all that, I stood there panting. Even amid the chaos, Queen Anaris listened quietly, her posture and expression utterly unshaken, while Histira's eyes had been darting every which way ever since the words 'the Hero with his pants off.'
"Continue."
Into the settled silence, the impossibly calm Queen Anaris made her demand.
"Hmm, anyway — so the Hero received some kind of power at the church, I guess, because his cock was glowing."
"Ugh..."
"Oh, right! There was a halo above his cock too! Roughly... um... at about this length, at this spot."
And with that, Freesia held her hands out to demonstrate the length of my cock, then described the halo's position.
"Freesia!"
"Hey! Hands! Hands off!"
The moment Valeri cried out, I yelped and shouted at Freesia again, pointing frantically.
"You're interrupting the explanation."
"Nnh... Yes, ma'am..."
With her head fixed toward Freesia, Queen Anaris rolled only her eyes to look at me — and under that gaze, I froze up all over again.
"Freesia. The Hero is clearly distressed, so please limit yourself to the necessary details!"
Valeri, looking every bit as worn out as I felt, said this, and thankfully Freesia nodded.
Though I wasn't entirely convinced this girl would actually honor the request...
"Hmm, anyway, back to the story. So the Hero's glowing cock went flash! and let out this burst of intense light the moment he swung his sword! And in that instant, his slash obliterated like, dozens of trees. Then, after a while, the light just faded away."
Finished with her explanation, Freesia looked at me with an expression of pure self-satisfaction.
"There, there... You did well..."
That's it. I'm giving up. Getting angry only costs me at this point.
"From what I've heard, that light must have been the power originally meant to flow into the Holy Sword from the Goddess. My question is that it disappeared — did the light ever appear again after that?"
"It did n—"
"Yep!" "Once..."
"... I beg your pardon?"
Valeri was flustered by the mismatched answers from Freesia and me.
"Wh-when was this, Hero? So something did happen last night after all?!"
"W-well, you see...!"
Damn it! Why is every single part of my story the kind of thing I can barely force out of my mouth?!
"It seems everything you have to say is difficult to discuss in front of others."
"You're absolutely right...!"
"Histira, Freesia. Take Lady Valeri and wait outside."
"Yes, Mother." "Aww... fine~"
"W-wait, just a moment, please!"
The two of them escorted a protesting Valeri out of the room. She tried to dig her heels in, but faced with my head bowed to my chest and the pair nudging her along, she eventually caved.
Click.
The door clicked shut. Then Queen Anaris made a small gesture in the air.
Thud.
"The window is closed as well. As long as no one shouts, no sound will carry outside."
Queen Anaris crossed her legs as she sat, and her witch's skirt shifted with the movement.
"Now, it's just you and me, Hero. Talk."
In the quiet of the little hut, only the bubbling of the cauldron could be heard.
"The thing is... last night, I had... physical contact with your daughter..."
"Freesia, I take it?"
"Yes."
"Then explain this 'physical contact' properly. Given the circumstances, I assume it was already sexual in nature."
"I... I'm sorry!"
The instant the word 'sexual' left Queen Anaris's lips, I bowed my head and apologized.
"There's no need to apologize to me. Freesia is a grown woman. I have neither the reason nor the desire to interfere. So — the details?"
"Well..."
What am I even doing right now? Recounting quasi-sexual acts to the mother of the person I did them with... what kind of situation IS this?
"Freesia, with her mouth... my..."
"You're talking about your cock, I presume?"
"Yes..."
"Did you ejaculate?"
"Nnh... Yes..."
"Where?"
"Excuse me?!"
"Answer."
"On... on her face...!"
My heart was pounding like mad. I was being forced to confess even the fine details I'd assumed I could leave unsaid.
"And then?"
"After that, I... the other way around..."
"So you found out my daughter is a futanari."
"Yes..."
"Did you ejaculate?"
"Yes..."
"Where?"
"In... in my mouth..."
I was right now... telling the mother of a futanari that the two of us had given each other blowjobs... while being interrogated for every last detail...
That short back-and-forth exchange was mortifying beyond words. My head sank lower and lower, searching for anywhere further down to go.
"After that... it glowed briefly..."
"In other words, we may conclude that the condition for the light is tied to sexual acts. If that light truly is the prerequisite for wielding the Holy Sword's power..."
Queen Anaris began calmly laying out her hypothesis. Then she fell silent, lost in thought. At the sudden quiet, I raised my head — and with a creak of the chair, Queen Anaris rose to her feet.
Click, click.
Heels tapping, she approached me. My head tilted far, far back as I tried to look up at her face. I had to crane upward on a level that couldn't even be compared to looking at Valeri or Freesia.
This is... she's even taller than the guildmaster back in Sontar Village!
"Take out your cock."
"I'm sorry?"
"I need to verify it myself. Take it out."
"N-no! Absolutely not, that's—!"
When I threw both hands up in refusal, Queen Anaris seized one of my wrists with a single hand.
"Having heard your story, I must conduct my research. Hurry up."
Maintaining that same calm voice and expressionless face, she made the utterly absurd demand.
"Even if you say that, I can't...!"
"I had intended to cooperate with you. But if that's your answer, then I'll change my approach."
"I'm sorry, what?"
"If you refuse my request now, I will have you arrested on charges of violating an elven princess, based on what you've just told me."
"What?! That's the complete opposite of what you said a minute ago!"
I yanked my arm free of her grip in shock.
"That's right. I am threatening you. And let me be clear — even if you are the Hero of legend, if you committed a crime within elven territory and were punished for it, the humans would have no grounds to protest. You are, after all, a Hero who hasn't been properly acknowledged yet."
She really is threatening me!
"Take it out."
"Nnh... uugh...!"
With trembling hands, I reached for the hem of my skirt.
I'd gotten so used to it that I'd forgotten, but this was the moment I remembered all over again: I was wearing this skirt as a substitute for pants. Sure, I'd felt relieved when I saw that even the men in the elf village wore long skirts, and none of them looked at me strangely. But right now, because of this situation—
—it looked, once more, like I was crossdressing.
Carefully, I lifted the skirt, and slowly my cock came into view. It was already half-erect.
"Hmm..."
Queen Anaris's voice drifted down from above me. In my lowered field of vision, I could see my own cock emerging from under the skirt, and the witch's skirt draping over Queen Anaris's legs.
Swoosh. Tap.
Her long leg rose, and a moment later her knee came to rest against my cock and balls.
"Ah...! What are you...!"
"Still soft. Get it erect, quickly."
Saying this, Queen Anaris kept prodding my equipment with her knee.
"Even if you order me to...!"
I lifted my head to face the cruel situation. There above me was long, jet-black hair spilling over skin white as snow, and between the strands, sharp, narrow eyes looking down at me with absolutely no emotion in them.
"You're already somewhat hard, which tells me that shame is what arouses you."
"That's not — mmph."
Before I could deny it, Queen Anaris's long finger touched my lips. It pressed firmly against them, slid inside, and forced my mouth open.
"Ptu."
Her saliva brushed past my lips and slipped into my mouth.
"Bahh... nnh."
A sound escaped my finger-filled mouth. I didn't want to admit it, but this was unmistakably a moan. Because—
A beautiful face looking down at me without a flicker of emotion, a cold and frightening voice, soft fabric-covered legs endlessly teasing my cock, and finally, the act of spitting into my mouth—
my cock had shamelessly, pathetically gone fully erect.
"Nnngghh...!"
Assailed by an unprecedented wave of humiliation, I shook my head frantically. But Queen Anaris held my head with both hands and wouldn't let go, leaving only my eyeballs rolling in circles on their own.
"There, see? I was right."