Daphne's Pure Yet Lewd Invitation
The door to Daphne's room creaked open with a satisfying kiiik, lubricated by well-used oil, befitting the upscale mansion it once was. True to her elven fairy nature, potted plants adorned every corner of the room, decorated in her own cute, whimsical style. The interior evoked the fresh, refreshing atmosphere of a forest glade, instantly relaxing anyone who entered.
In the center of that room sat a bed of green and white hues. There, kneeling demurely with bated breath, was Daphne, waiting for me. Her long, flowing golden hair—perhaps slicked with scented oil in anticipation of what was to come, or simply to flaunt her feminine allure—caught the moonlight, casting a hazy, mystical glow throughout the space. The special nightgown she'd prepared just for this occasion, made of sheer, flowing fabric with delicate white frills, made her look like an innocent princess in purest white.
At first glance, she radiated purity and nobility. But beneath the nightgown, she wore nothing at all. The faint glimpse of golden pubic hair and the beads of milk leaking from her excitement betrayed a mix of innocence and lewdness, stirring a sticky, primal lust in any man who saw her. Even I couldn't help but let out a dry chuckle.
"O-oh, you're here?"
She noticed my gaze lingering on her chest and instinctively raised a soft, slender hand to cover it. But weren't we beyond that? We were husband and wife now. Daphne squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, as if reminding herself of that fact, then calmly lowered her hand back to her side. With flushed cheeks, she gazed at me with eyes full of affection.
Again with this.
Not just Tier earlier—Daphne too showered me with boundless love and trust, making me flinch uncomfortably despite myself. How could she direct such pure affection toward someone like me? Strictly speaking, wasn't Daphne the biggest wildcard in this world, not part of my original plans? She hadn't seduced me with her scent like Tier, nor had I drugged her like with Plang to stage some contrived situation.
The only thing I'd intended was voyeur play. And even that, she'd watched because she wanted to—not something I'd forced.
Is it because this is a total degenerate game? Something... something feels off.
These women of this world, baring their pure hearts toward me without a trace of ulterior motive, made my chest ache faintly even as a fierce possessiveness ignited within me. Wasn't this a game world? They were just fabricated women, born from my abilities in this constructed reality...
That possessiveness reignited the thoughts I'd had with Tier moments ago. What if I brought them into the real world? With my power to create and traverse multiverses, dragging women from a mere game world into reality should be trivial. I could find equivalents in no time if I looked.
The problem is Jisu...
Would she even like me bringing home a growing harem? I had my doubts.
For now, I need to confess about my abilities when the time's right.
Park Jisu had been suspicious since the gate isolation incident. I'd have to start there and proceed carefully.
Lost in these sudden thoughts and resolutions, I stood frozen in place for a while. Daphne, her face etched with worry, hurried over to me with quick steps.
"A-are you okay? Berg?"
Her eyes held gentle concern, mingled with the insecurity of a wounded woman fearing I might reject her.
Sigh... First things first... in order...
What mattered now was giving my all to Daphne, who was thrilled yet anxious for our first night together. Shaking off the unexpected emotional ambush, I steadied my heart and let a genuine smile spread across my face.
Forget everything else—this was a historic night, bedding a real elf I'd only heard about in stories. My smile was pure, without a hint of falsehood.
"Of course I'm fine. You were so beautiful, Daphne, I lost myself for a moment. Sorry."
I voiced the honest feelings swirling in my head, gently caressing her earlobe. Her already pink skin flushed ruby-red in an instant, steaming with heat. The swell of her breasts under the dress grew even damper, scattering a fragrant aroma—another perfect voyeur highlight.
Mint chocolate latte!
Her refreshing scent cleared my mind of all stray thoughts in a flash. The idea that I'd been distracted by other worries amid this was ridiculous—I couldn't help but chuckle.
This was the historic moment revealing the secret process of mint chocolate latte production, after all. With dark lust and a mischievous grin, I grabbed her hand and led her toward the bed. Daphne followed obediently, tiptoeing carefully as if afraid I'd find any flaw, yielding to my lead.
Her perfect blend of allure and innocence made the blood rush to my groin, tenting my pants like a circus big top.
Gulp.
Overwhelmed by my fully erect cock asserting itself beneath my pants—a sight she'd only glimpsed from afar through a tiny hole—our lewd fairy swallowed repeatedly. I wondered, with curiosity and a touch of worry, what face she'd make seeing it up close.
Come to think of it, has Daphne seen the customized cock before?
Ruminating on my unease, I recalled she'd last seen it right after the customization, when I was soothing Tier. But that was from a distance—nothing like this intimate view. Still, despite my minor worries, I felt a bubbling curiosity about how this experienced newbie, curious and post-childbirth, would react. Tier alone proved this race had strong tolerance for big tools, right?
If she gets scared, I can always use Chukgol Gong to shrink it a bit.
Earning achievements, saving Jisu—martial arts were the ultimate filial piety. My lips curved into a satisfied grin.
In that brief exchange of thoughts, we reached the bed. Daphne straightened her waist and perched her ass at the edge, the height difference naturally putting me looking down at her, her gazing up at me. From above, I could clearly see how her chest was leaking from arousal.
It was like her one-piece dress had split into top and bottom. Lewdness, purity, anticipation—all mixed together, making me swallow hard repeatedly.
Noticing my state, Daphne glanced at her soaked chest, bit her lip, and spoke.
"W-would you... like to try it?"
Daphne was lewd by nature, no doubt. Even if I'd stared, how could she offer her milk to her husband like that...?
No, is this a strategy?
I was about to say yes when, from her upward gaze, I caught her eyes flicking to the tent in my crotch. My head nodded instinctively.
Lewd friends, indeed.
Sucking her breasts wouldn't be bad, but sex was about mutual harmony and union, right? I couldn't just chase my own desires.
Luckily, there's a compromise here that'll satisfy us both. Heh heh.
Thrilled for the event ahead, I opened my mouth.
"Daphne, shall we start by taking off your clothes?"
"Ah! Y-yes!"
Startled by my words, Daphne hurriedly began stripping. But peeling off a soaked dress wasn't easy. Even as I stripped naked in seconds and waited, she struggled on the bed, wriggling and grunting as the clingy fabric stuck to her body.
Her jade-white skin gleamed from her toes upward in a smooth, flawless line. Golden pubic hair waved gently over her lower half, exuding feminine grace. Her slightly raised lower belly from childbirth and the faint lines of her abs evoked a goddess statue—purely sacred, devoid of any lewdness.
Her beauty was so divine it inspired holy reverence, leaving viewers entranced. But as my eyes traveled up from her lower body and waist to her upper half—where alluring teardrop breasts dripped milky fluid, staining her pale skin—I felt my fully erect cock begin oozing precum uncontrollably, like a prostitute's allure.