Chapter 98: Catching One's Breath
Chapter 98: Catching One's Breath
After somehow managing to soothe the crying Fay, I finally returned to the dormitory.
"Master, put your hands up! Way up!"
"Huh? Like this?"
"Well done."
Carla gave a beaming smile and began to slowly undress me with graceful, practiced movements.
My coat, my shirt, then my pants.
After finally stripping me down to my underwear, Carla scanned my body with a devious smirk.
Good grief, this is embarrassing.
Despite my flustered reaction, Carla didn't care. She only nodded after she had thoroughly inspected every inch of me.
"Master, haven't you put on some muscle?"
"Muscle?"
I did walk a lot because the Academy grounds were so vast... but other than that, I hadn't really exercised, had I?
If I had to say, maybe just moving around during sparring sessions?
As I tilted my head in doubt, Carla asserted herself with a tone full of conviction.
"I'm certain. Before, you had an ordinary physique—neither too thin nor too heavy—but you've definitely become more toned."
"Is... that so?"
Now that she mentioned it, maybe?
I wasn't sure if she was doing it for verification or just to satisfy her own desires, but I eventually grabbed Carla's wrist as she kept fiddling with my abs.
"Stop right there."
"Ah..."
I grinned at Carla, who let out a sigh of pure disappointment.
"It's not fair if you're the only one touching, right? You have to let me touch you too."
"Oh... that makes sense, Master."
Her ruby eyes sparkled as she mimicked my earlier pose, throwing her hands up in the air.
I stripped her clothes off in one fell swoop, and just as I was about to place my hands on her soft, supple breasts—
Elisha’s exasperated voice shattered the perfect mood.
"Seriously... do you two really have to do this the moment you get home? There are so many other things to deal with! Like the rumors about your rampage, Yandel, or Miss Fay’s performance, or even today’s training!"
"Sex is included in those 'other things,' isn't it?"
"Se—! A-anyway, can't you do that in the evening? The sun hasn't even set yet..."
I shook my head at Elisha, who was acting shy at the mere mention of the word 'sex' as if it were her first time hearing it.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. You don't get it. If we do it right before bed, we'll be up all night. I have classes tomorrow, so I need to get enough sleep."
"Just how much are you planning to do?!"
"Until I'm satisfied... is a joke. Actually, my libido has been pretty high lately, so it's hard to focus on anything else."
"Master is right. Maybe that Elixir he took worked too well, but these days, I have to help him relieve his sexual desire at least once a day."
"What? But when we were learning Element Combination from Master in the carriage the other day..."
"That was because the training was so intense I couldn't think of anything else. Surely you're not suggesting I overwork myself every single day?"
"...Ugh."
Elisha couldn't find a rebuttal, seemingly agreeing with my logic.
Seeing that, Carla blinked her eyes.
"Then, Elisha, does that mean you don't want to do it?"
"It's not that I don't want to! It's really not that, but..."
With a face flushed bright red, Elisha kept stealing glances at my half-naked body.
Carla let out a short hum.
"Hmm..."
And then, she abruptly pulled down my underwear.
"There!"
"Hup!"
Elisha gasped at the sudden revelation of my member.
She still didn't seem used to it. Well, it was only the second time she'd seen it, so that made sense.
On the other hand, Carla wore a smile as if she were looking at the most precious thing in the world as it sprang to life.
Then, with a triumphant attitude, she taunted Elisha.
"You just stay there and watch, Elisha. I'm going to take all of Master's semen for myself."
"Urgh..."
Elisha stomped her feet, not knowing what to do.
Fundamentally, Elisha was a person with a strong sense of responsibility.
Since she had accepted that she had become my slave after our first night, she likely felt she had to fulfill her duties as one.
In fact, despite all her grumbling, she was the type to worry about how she could be of help to me.
If that was the case, she was probably just hesitating because it was hard to put into words, even if her head understood the situation.
I needed to give her a little push.
First, I lightly pinched Carla's cheek.
"Ow!"
"Don't tease Elisha too much. I'm the only one who gets to watch."
"Huh?"
Even though I hadn't pinched her hard, Carla rubbed her cheek as I pulled her toward the bed.
Sitting on the edge, I settled Carla between my legs.
"Carla, you suck my dick right here. And Elisha, you take off your clothes piece by piece where I can see you clearly."
"...Pardon?"
"Whoa! Master, you're a genius...!"
Elisha's blue eyes went wide as if she couldn't believe what she had just heard.
Carla, meanwhile, was genuinely impressed.
I gently patted Carla's head as a reward for her enthusiasm.
"Hehehe... Yum."
With a silly grin, Carla took my member into her mouth all at once.
As I enjoyed the wet, ticklish sensation rising from below, a flustered Elisha cautiously asked me again.
"U-um... Yandel? Do I really have to strip?"
"Of course. Do you think I'm joking? Try to take them off as erotically as possible."
"Really, truly?"
"Yes. If you don't want to become my exclusive Half-Elf production factory, hurry up and strip."
"What in the...! ...Wait? Is that any different from how things are now?"
"Not really."
I just wanted to give Elisha a justification.
At my nonchalant shrug, Elisha let out a small laugh and nodded.
"You really are considerate in the strangest ways. Fine! Since it's come to this, I'll show you what happens when I give it my all!"
"Oh... if you do well, I'll buy you a fan as a reward."
"...Can I choose which one?"
"Naturally. It's a gift for your reward."
As soon as I said that, Carla, who had her head buried in my crotch, suddenly snapped her head up.
"Master, Master!"
"Yes, yes."
"Will you give me a reward too if I do well?"
Carla stuck her tongue out as she spoke.
I lightly tickled the chin of Carla, who was posing like a panting puppy.
"Is there something you need? You're always doing a good job, Carla, so you can ask for something a bit extravagant."
"Hehe... It's not that much... well... if you say you'll give me a reward later, I'll tell you then!"
With that, Carla resumed the fellatio.
Now I was even more curious.
While I was busy guessing what Carla might ask of me, Elisha, who had been neglected for a moment, stomped her feet and complained.
"Didn't you say you were going to watch me undress? Don't just look at Carla, look at me too, Yandel."
"Ah, right. I did."
She was probably just acting out because she didn't want to lose to Carla... but her choice of words was certainly something.
I chuckled and turned my gaze forward.
Then, Elisha, who had been clutching her clothes with a stiff expression, softened her smile and spoke.
"I'm starting now."
Rustle, rustle.
Her hips swayed left and right. Buttons were undone one by one. The ratio of exposed skin increased along with the sound of fabric brushing against her body.
Elisha's fair skin, gradually revealed, had a charm that naturally drew my gaze.
Her swelling breasts, her plump thighs, and even her swaying, giant drill-hair.
Just looking at her was enough to get me excited; Elisha was the ultimate fapping material.
However.
Her hips swayed, but they were strangely creaky.
Her legs weren't just awkward; they were performing some bizarre steps.
And her clothes, which should have fluttered gracefully, moved in jerky stops and starts along with her shoulders.
"Wow... Elisha, you're really bad at dancing, aren't you?"
Elisha's dance moves were nothing short of pathetic.
The fact that she looked so serious while doing it made it even funnier.
"Ugh... T-then how about this?!"
Hearing my harsh critique, Elisha bit her lip hard, then with a face full of spite, she yanked her clothes off all at once.
Instead of letting them slide off layer by layer to the rhythm of her strange dance, she threw everything off, including her underwear, in one go.
Her un-Elf-like breasts bounced from the momentum, and the thick lines of her lower body, starting from her sturdy hips, were seared into my vision.
"Yeah. Just standing there naked is way more erotic than that weird joint-cracking you were doing."
"...Joint-cracking? Was my dancing really that bad? No, more importantly, I'm not finished yet."
Elisha, looking slightly pouting, spread her legs in a half-crouch... and then began to shake her upper body from side to side.
Jiggle, jiggle.
"Holy shit."
Her pussy was clearly visible between her toned thighs, and her breasts were aggressively asserting their presence.
It was too vulgar to be called a dance, yet her body was too mesmerizing to simply dismiss as vulgar.
Perhaps trying to make her swaying breasts even more visible, Elisha clasped her hands behind her head.
Then, with a face that looked like she might die of embarrassment, she spoke.
"Tell me again. How is this dance? Is it still bad? Or... are you getting hard for me while using Carla to masturbate?"
"Masturbating with Carla... well, I guess that is the setup..."
Carla, with my dick still in her mouth, looked up with a curious expression, wondering what was happening behind her.
I gently stroked Carla's hair and asked.
"That's not even a dance in the first place."
"It is a dance! It's a traditional Elf dance!"
Elisha lied through her teeth without a moment's hesitation. Though she did avert her eyes, suggesting she had at least a shred of conscience left.
As if that made any sense. Where in the world is there a traditional dance that involves exposing your pussy and shaking your tits?
Especially for Elves, who value chastity?
I snorted and tilted my chin.
"Really? Then what's the name of this dance?"
"It's... it's the Dance Calling the Half-Elf...?"
"......"
That... actually makes sense!