Chapter 59
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Translator: True Detective
Chapter: 59
Chapter Title: 57. Elf Ruins - Elf Queen
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Look at that voluptuous body.
I wanted to dive right in, bite and suck to my heart's content. A genuine urge surged within me. The country was about to fall soon anyway. Since she was doomed to die, it only made her more enticing.
How could someone like Rachel, flat as a board, come from such a woman's lineage?
Ah, of course, dragons aren't picky.
Gulp.
But Reina, catching on to my intentions, poked my side.
"Yoo Eun-ha. Cut it out already!"
"Hey, I haven't done anything wrong."
As if I'd try anything weird while Reina was grieving over her mother. My plan with the queen was purely a legitimate negotiation.
"She's a queen! How can you look at her with such vulgar eyes?"
"In Her Majesty's presence! Show some respect!"
Old fogeys were the same everywhere.
If the queen was a busty milf, wasn't it natural to sneak a few glances?
"No, Uncle. I've heard you all can stop the Empire and Demon King's army. Is that true?"
I knew that uncle well.
That uncle was colluding with the Demon King and the Empire.
Si-woo didn't know. Even if he did, with the overwhelming difference in power, what could an outsider do?
But maybe I could claim her body as payment for saving her?
"Yes."
"Eun-ha, are you sure?"
"The Akashic Records say so."
In truth, I could handle them alone.
But presentation was key. If I just wiped out the enemies in a flash, it wouldn't earn much gratitude.
I had to make it look grueling and tough, so they'd think, "They really went through hell," and give me more in return.
"Can you explain how?"
"Yes."
I gave Yoo-jeong a subtle glance, and she pulled out a small golem. Just like before with the elves, she demonstrated its combat prowess.
"With just that puny weapon?"
"It's no mere weapon. This is a golem. Give us resources, and we can make much larger ones."
"Hmph. You must ignore them, Your Majesty. How can we trust such people?!"
The trash elf in league with the enemy tried to drive a wedge between us, but the elf kingdom had no luxury to dismiss our words.
"These are desperate times—we must grasp at straws, Uncle."
"B-but..."
"How much time do you need?"
The queen ignored the prime minister's words.
"We can produce about 200 in a week, assuming your support. We'll mainly need magic stones, but stone and earth work too."
"Then have the court mages assist these outsiders."
The queen showed her generosity by mobilizing the elf court's mages. I definitely had to have her.
"But a week is too late. Have the outsiders fight as well."
The prime minister slipped in again slyly.
"The prophecy says these outsiders wield mysterious powers. We should give them a chance."
The elf prime minister's face twisted nicely.
He knew he couldn't block this anymore.
The key to this event was him. He'd be the sacrificial lamb for my affinity grind.
"If you need time, we can help."
"Pardon?"
"Tell us the enemies' advance routes, and we'll harass them."
"Is that possible?"
"Yes."
That was no big deal.
Just set fires everywhere—how could they push through?
"Perfect. Then allow me to explain the routes up to now."
The traitor jumped in as if it were obvious.
"No need. The soldiers who escorted us here can tell us."
How could I trust that traitor's words?
We secured a workshop from the elves to produce golems.
Reina and Yoo-jeong would stay here, guarded by elf mages outside.
"Are you sure this is okay?"
"If it goes wrong, you die. You cool with that? Shouldn't we help?"
This was their first real fight.
I didn't even know what the Demon King or Emperor were like. Si-woo had only held off the invading monsters and humans without facing them directly.
"Yoo-jeong sunbae, keep making golems like always. Reina, you'll be the main force this time. Protect sunbae until I return."
"What do you mean?"
"I can take the Demon King's army and Empire alone. But as outsiders, our role is limited."
That traitor Perdor was the real enemy.
"Tell me more."
"Countries fall from within, not from outside."
In the original story, Si-woo later investigated Queen Ma-mang's uncle, Prime Minister Perdor.
He discovered the prime minister had leaked fortress info and military secrets to the Demon King.
The reason for his betrayal was simple: He was supposed to be king, but Ma-mang took it, halving his power. He wanted revenge—and to turn his much younger relative, Ma-mang, into his sex slave.
All Si-woo could do after learning late was help Ma-mang and the elves escape.
"You mean it's not just the Demon King and Empire?"
"Quick on the uptake, sunbae. Prime Minister Perdor is the traitor. He might sabotage you. But as outsiders, we can't accuse him without proof. Leave him be, and who knows what he'll do."
Ma-mang assigned elf guards, but Perdor was unpredictable.
We had to block him at minimum.
Reina had the World Tree Bow now, enough for Perdor. But using it would alert Ma-mang and others. That would cause chaos.
The World Tree Bow existed in this world too—they couldn't coexist.
So there was only one way.
"For now, Reina, protect sunbae until I crush the Empire and Demon King."
"Then what's the point of me making golems?"
"The golems will rebuild the elf kingdom—mop up remnants, show our capabilities."
"I can do that, but I left my old bow in the penthouse. If I'm caught using the World Tree Bow, won't that be trouble?"
Reina tilted her head with a surprisingly valid question.
I had a plan.
"That's why we'll use this method."
"Pardon?"
When Reina becomes a dark elf, the World Tree Arrows turn black too.
No official name, but I call it the Demon Slaughter Bow.
Why bring this up?
No need to say more—I planned to turn her into a dark elf.
The workshop was spacious anyway.
"Dark Elf, emerge!"
Thud!
I activated the hidden gate in Reina's abdomen with a punch.
"Kuhk!?"
Reina doubled over in pain at first, then her skin shifted to a pale purple. Her ears elongated sharply, her silver hair darkened, her eyes sharpened seductively with reptilian pupils.
"Wow, so that really exists."
Yoo-jeong clapped in awe.
The dark elf Reina naturally gripped the World Tree Bow, infusing it with demonic energy. Like before, the bow screamed in agony before corrupting into a demon bow.
A demon bow that corrupted spirits for forced power, without their aid.
Reina familiarized herself with the Demon Slaughter Bow, then turned to me.
"Reina?"
"This form definitely feels stronger. Something bound in my heart unlocked. And my lower abdomen tingles intensely."
"Uh? Well, that's normal."
Her marked womb had become an erogenous zone.
After flexing her hands and checking her body, Reina glanced at me watching her, then shoved me onto a sofa in the workshop corner.
"We have to do it once before you go, right?"
"N-no."
"Yes, we do."
And so, I got raped by a dark elf in front of Yoo-jeong.
No—let her. This service would make her work hard. Besides, now wasn't the time to waste my stamina.
I'd already gotten maps from the elf soldiers. Crushing the Demon King and Empire was easy.
The only thing that could drain the world's strongest dragon's stamina was one thing.
Now, I was off to mount Ma-mang. They called it "yobai" in Japan or something.
Without Ma-mang, I'd have enjoyed an intense 3P lesbian corruption orgy with dark elf Reina and Yoo-jeong. But miss this chance, and when else to taste Ma-mang?
That unique elf allure was irresistible.
So I sneaked into the queen's bedroom at night.
What I saw: The elf queen Ma-mang, sound asleep, oblivious to intruders, completely defenseless.
"Heh heh heh. This is it."
Look at those bountiful jugs! That mammary dispenser! Those hills of dream and hope for any male!
When I was a guy seeing Ma-mangs, I'd pitch a tent—now my womb quivered, my clit throbbing like back then.
Gulp.
No wonder Perdor might overpower her.
Or was she this defenseless on purpose?
Of course, I'd only scaled the walls to the palace top.
The queen's bedroom at the summit had its charm.
"Sleeping so soundly. With an evil dragon right in front of you."
Despite the crisis, sleeping like that—she needed a proper attitude adjustment. Time to teach her that sleeping carefree in danger could get you raped.
Beauty and sleepyhead, huh.
"Mmm..."
I crept up to the sleeping Ma-mang.
No name known, but as queen, probably Silver something. Maybe Rachel's mom or grandma.
"Haa... haa... haa."
From a third-person view, I might seem creepy?
Like a manga perv—potbellied, acne-ridden, repulsive to women—I'd be labeled a rapist on sight. But I'm a beauty. Even as an office worker, my looks turned heads anywhere.
So confidently, I stripped Ma-mang.
"Panties first. Whoa."
No husband mentioned, yet her lingerie screamed seduction—a thong embodying female desperation to lure males.
Bra barely covered nipples and areolae, tiny coverage.
Added crime of temptation.
"Insane. Utterly insane."
Fully stripped, Ma-mang's body was staggering.
Sometimes, this thick, juicy type hit right. Childbirth-optimized curves, those mammary dispensers likely nursed many.
So, one dragon's fine, right? Yeah?
Bit awkward, but elf fluids were honey-like. Grassland folk vibe carried in their taste.
Pseudo-elf Reina's were sweet, after all.
Now, what about Ma-mang's honey?