Chapter 29
Chapter 29
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 29
Chapter Title: The Over-200-Year-Old Married Elf
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"Ahaha~ Sorry, sorry. Just kidding."
The elf released my throat with a laugh.
Only then could I finally break free and breathe comfortably.
"You're the Great Witch's husband who just arrived, right? Kirke already told me about you."
So she knew everything and pulled that prank anyway.
No, even for a prank, that felt a bit too much.
"...Is it okay to attack the husband of a race leader like that?"
"Ehehe. I heard the Great Witch's husband was human, so I was curious what kind of guy you were. But you're pretty impressive, huh?"
The elf placed her hands on her hips and flashed a bright smile.
That toned figure just made me want to devour her even more.
"You were about to use magic to attack me if things got dicey, weren't you? In that short time."
"I couldn't just take it lying down."
"Hmm~ I was wondering how a human ended up as the Great Witch's husband. Turns out you're a magic genius too? Jealous~"
The elf stared at me intently, grinning.
She was attractive like that.
But I wouldn't forget how she'd tried to strangle me right from the start.
"Is choking someone out of the blue the elf way of saying hello?"
"Ahaha~ I said I'm sorry! You're not that mad about it, are you?"
Violence plus sexist remarks to boot.
Elves really are trash from the personality up...
"Or should I make it up to you by giving you half off as an apology?"
The elf made a waving gesture with her hand.
Hmm, scratch that.
She seemed like a decent woman who knew her stuff after all.
'She's got no fear, though,'
She knew my whole situation and still resorted to violence.
And now she was making lewd propositions like this.
"Is it okay to say that to the Great Witch's husband?"
"What's it to you? Those boring witches probably don't even know how to have proper fun anyway."
Apparently, witches had a reputation for being no fun among elves.
They'd be shocked if they knew about the daily sex, blowjobs, and outdoor play.
"What do you say? It's fate we met, so how about some real hot fun?"
I stared at the elf for a moment.
Face, breasts, thighs—all top-tier.
With hips like that, doggy style would feel amazing.
Seriously appraising the elf with a straight face,
she suddenly burst out laughing.
"Puhahaha! That was a joke too, so don't get mad."
The elf giggled and patted my shoulder.
"Making such a serious face and all. You're a good guy, huh?"
What are you talking about? I was pondering how delicious your pussy would taste.
If I was sure I could trust her, I'd already be kissing her and stripping her clothes off.
"Even a beauty like me isn't enough, and you won't cheat on your wife? Such devoted love."
"...Well, yeah, something like that."
For starters, I genuinely love Kirke.
I just train her with sex on the side and sleep with other women too.
But Kirke is my main wife, right?
Doesn't that count as true love?
"Hmm~ Interesting. I thought humans didn't do that intense love thing."
The elf lightly tossed her blonde hair.
The motion was ridiculously sexy.
Her beautiful eyes and hair harmonized perfectly with her flawless body.
'Feels like looking at a Hollywood actress.'
Probably because her face and figure were perfect.
Everything she did looked like a picture.
"I'll sincerely apologize for getting rough earlier. Believe it or not, I'm over 200 years old. I went a bit overboard pranking a human who's lived maybe a tenth of my life."
Hearing she was 200 didn't faze me.
After sleeping with Kirke, I'd learned age doesn't matter for women.
'It's the tits and ass.'
Who cares if she's a bit older?
She's way prettier than humans, with an incredible body.
And those wide hips make her perfect for fucking.
"Sorry, but humans don't accept verbal apologies."
"Oh? Want something specific? Questions about elves, maybe?"
Saying I want to fuck you right here—would that get back to Kirke?
'She seems flighty, but it's too risky to proposition her now.'
She's not clueless about men like the witches.
If she throws around sex jokes like that, I need to be careful.
If she runs to Kirke all giddy with 'Your husband's amazing~',
Medeia would definitely try to kill me with magic.
"By the way, is that kind of sex talk common among elves?"
"Ah~ that? No way. I just figured humans have strong libidos and tested the waters."
The elf smirked like it really was just a joke.
"Why? Actually interested?"
"...When a beautiful elf like you tosses around jokes like that, I wondered if it's part of elf culture."
"Puhuhu! Beautiful elf... It's been a while since I heard praise like that. Elves don't get compliments on looks that often."
Maybe the compliment lifted her mood.
She smiled prettily, not hiding her excitement.
"That was really just a joke. I have a husband too, you know. I wouldn't do that easily with some random guy."
"...I see."
Wow.
I'd thought she was an elf with especially tasty-looking tits and pussy,
but a married woman? No way.
'Her slutty body just got even hotter.'
Big-ass married women are best savored through NTR.
It's an age-old truth from Romance of the Three Kingdoms that they're tastier.
"So? Is that all you wanted to ask? Opportunities to request favors from elves don't come often."
"...Yeah."
Right now, nothing came to mind that I wanted from this elf.
I hated owing favors anyway.
'Not like she'd give me her pussy even if I asked.'
In the end, I just shrugged lightly.
"I heard you came here to buy arrows."
"Yeah. Specifically to verify the quality of the arrows we're buying."
"Please don't bother Kirke too much? It cuts into our couple time."
At my words, the elf blinked, then grinned.
"Ooh~ What? You look cute, but you've got some possessiveness? 'I take care of my wife' type?"
She poked my side with her elbow as she spoke.
I was starting to get a sense of this elf's personality.
'Tough big sis type.'
Elves had this mystical image,
but this one seemed more bold and outgoing than she looked.
If we'd met at a club, I'd have taken her to a hotel right away.
Too bad this was the Great Witch's mansion—my wife's place.
'Or maybe she sees me as an easy kid to tease.'
A 200-year-old elf might think that.
She'd been alive since before my great-great-grandfather was born.
"Sorry, can't do that favor. Our race's business is at stake too."
"Fair enough. Then if something comes up later, I'll ask for a favor."
"Hmm~ Won't even say 'it's fine'? I like you."
The elf narrowed her eyes at me and extended her hand.
"Humans greet like this, right? I'm Diana. In Elvish, it symbolizes the goddess of the moon and arrows."
"Kal Mars."
"Got it. I'll be staying in this mansion for a while too, so take care of me."
Diana and I shook hands.
She was supposed to be a forest-dweller,
yet she carried a sweet, feminine scent.
'Ah, I want to fuck her.'
An elf married woman with tits and hips like that?
Honestly, how am I supposed to hold back?
'Training aside, I have to fuck her at least once.'
She's staying in this mansion until the arrows are sold, right?
So I just need to get her to spread her legs before then.
Around the same time.
Kirke was directing the witches, fully focused on preparing the magic arrows.
"You know that elf's personality, right? There can't be even a single flaw."
"Yes~"
Kirke was always gentle and caring with the witches,
embracing them warmly.
Even she wore a slightly stern expression now.
It was because they couldn't let the elf find any defects.
No, she didn't care that much about perfection,
but the elves subtly scratched at her pride and looked down on them.
-Oh my~ What's this? The arrows are so blunt, think they'll even pierce prey? Oopsie! Right, you've never hunted, so you wouldn't know.
-What's with these feathers? Even if you only study academics, this lacks any sense. A 50-year-old elf like me could do better. Who calls this womanly work?
-Ah~ Right, witchkind has no men, so no need for aesthetic sense? Lucky you~ We fuss over looking pretty all the time. Witches can stay drab without issue? No wonder your race is boring and can't take a joke~
'...That elf really rubs me the wrong way.'
Truth be told, witches and elves weren't on bad terms.
They had ongoing exchanges, so that couldn't be.
But that Diana elf was the problem.
She had a knack for grating on people's nerves!
Her nitpicky personality made her perfect for arrow inspections,
but for Kirke, with her strong pride in magic, it was honestly irritating.
'Hmph! She rags on us because her own magic sucks—thinks we don't know?'
Elves harbored subtle jealousy toward witches, masters of magic.
Diana was especially bad.
She excelled in archery and spirit arts beyond anyone,
but had zero talent for magic.
So they constantly compared and trash-talked each other.
Women's subtle(?) power struggles were the same even for long-lived races.
'Sigh. Was letting that elf stay at the mansion the right call?'
The Great Witch's mansion doubled as guest quarters.
That's why there were so many bedrooms, showers, and baths.
She'd never thought much of it before,
but now her husband Kal was living there too.
And Diana was a stunning beauty even among elves.
That fact needled Kirke even more.
'...They wouldn't get close or anything, right?'
She worried what that playful, arrogant elf might do.
In front of her, Kal was just a defenseless herbivore.
If that cunning elf targeted her husband...
'I might have to squeeze him until she loses interest...♥'
Kirke muttered in a chilling tone she'd never use normally.
Just saying it made her pussy tingle for some reason.
Her husband, who'd taught her love—someone she'd never have met otherwise.
Kal's presence stirred intense lust and possessiveness in Kirke.