An Elf's Advances Are a Bit Much
Smack!
"I swear!"
Smack!
"You'll be the death of me!"
Smack!
"I swear to God!!!"
"I-I'm sorry!!"
Meria, her eyes welling with tears as she took a beating to her back so hard it made even me flinch, shot me a desperate look for help. But there was absolutely nothing I could do.
I hadn't done anything wrong, but I kept my mouth shut anyway, terrified I'd somehow end up getting scolded right along with her.
We were in a building that looked like a village hall.
About ten elves were gathered around a long table, while a woman who looked like a married middle-aged elf was thoroughly educating Meria's back.
"Oh dear, she's going to throw up everything she just ate at this rate. Easy, easy on her. The poor girl just barely made it back alive."
"Good! Let her spit it all out! Every last bit! What did you even do to deserve eating in the first place?!"
"Waaah! Big sis!!"
I had carefully explained the situation, and this was the result.
The whole immortality thing sounded completely absurd, but once I sliced my own arm with a blade and showed them how quickly it healed, they all accepted it pretty fast.
"I don't even know how we can begin to repay this debt... Just say the word. Your lost belongings, or anything else you might need, we will provide whatever we can."
"No, you don't have to go that far. Honestly, shouldn't we be focused on catching those bastards right now?"
"We will dispatch the order of knights immediately. If it wouldn't be too much trouble, we would like to ask you to accompany them, Lady Syaruen."
I had fully intended to go with them anyway.
"As for the transplant, let's discuss that once this matter is settled. We don't have much information on it ourselves, so I'm not sure how much help we can be, but still."
I was pretty curious about Meria too, but I guess that would have to be pushed back again.
Just who the hell was Meria that these elves were fussing over her like this?
Moving swiftly, a group of seven of us—both men and women, including myself—finished disguising ourselves and got ready to set out.
"Well, I'm off. You stay here and keep getting scolded."
"Ah, wait, me too...!"
It was painfully obvious Meria only wanted to tag along to escape further punishment, but there was no way the older elf woman was going to let that slide.
"I have to speak with Lord Adorian about you, so you stay right here and wait!"
Is that her father's or mother's name?
Ignoring Meria's desperate, pitiful cries for help, I followed the elven party out.
Unlike yesterday, when I had wandered around lost for ages, the elves knew the way and moved incredibly fast. We arrived at the village in no time.
"It's here."
A door disguised as a warehouse sat deep inside the village.
I figured there had to be at least one other exit, but since we couldn't find it from the outside anyway, our only option was to go in and search.
"Please wait here."
I wondered if I should go in with them, but since I'd already briefed them on everything, I'd probably just get in their way...
Just as I thought that, in less than an hour, a female elf with blood splattered on her body opened the door and stepped out.
...She didn't kill them, did she?
"Five cultists in total. One suicide, four neutralized. The remaining knights are securing the cultists, so we shall head back first."
I'm sure they handled it professionally, but hearing her say "suicide" with a completely blank face while covered in blood made me seriously doubt if it really was a suicide.
And I'm probably just imagining things, but... I think she just glared at me.
"Big sis!!"
The moment Meria saw me, she ran over and clung to me, hiding behind my back to avoid the glare of the older elf woman who had been scolding her.
Getting chewed out had turned her into even more of a child.
"All cultists have been neutralized. The four remaining knights are..."
"Hold on. Armeria?"
"Y-Yes!"
The older elf woman listened to the report, then looked at Meria, sighed, and waved her hand as if telling her to get out.
"Hey, hey. Don't pull so hard."
Meria practically dragged me away by the wrist as she fled the room.
"How did it go? Did anyone get hurt? Did any of those bastards escape—"
"Whoa, slow down. It's all over. I didn't even have to do anything. The good news is, you won't have any trouble going home now."
"My mom said she's coming first thing tomorrow as soon as she heard the news. She wanted to cancel her schedule and come immediately, but she calmed down a bit knowing I was safe here. When I see her, it might be even more terrifying than that dungeon... A-Anyway, what about you, big sis?"
"Forget it, I get the picture. Just tell me your story later when you have the time."
While we were exchanging idle chatter, we arrived back at Milia's house where we had stayed last night. Milia greeted me with a hesitant, awkward look.
God, this atmosphere is killing me.
"It's already dark. Would you like some dinner? Since Armeria is back and our savior is here, I went ahead and specially prepared some meat while you were gone."
Since elves generally didn't eat meat, I had a lingering prejudice that they wouldn't know how to cook it properly. Still, it had been so long since I'd had meat that I doubted anything could taste bad.
Growl...
"Yes, please..."
Fuck, that was embarrassing.
"Fufu, just a moment."
But my worries turned out to be completely unfounded.
"This is incredibly good."
It wasn't just because I was starving. It was genuinely, purely delicious.
It wasn't just because it was my first meat in ages, either. It was just damn good food.
"I'm glad. I travel outside the village from time to time, so I've picked up a few meat dishes. Most elves absolutely refuse to eat meat, but a few of us do. Though, unless we're terribly ill or literally starving to death, we try to avoid it. And..."
Milia chattered away excitedly, but because I was so hungry, I only half-listened to her rambling.
"Hey, are the knights around here usually that scary?"
"Scary?"
I asked, remembering the elf who had spoken to me earlier with a blood-soaked face without so much as blinking.
"There was this female elf with vibrant, light purple hair. Her expression and overall vibe were... intense, to say the least."
"Ah, you must mean Aeris. The one with an eyepatch, a long scar running down her face to about here, and a torn ear?"
"I was too intimidated to look closely, so I didn't notice the scar, but yeah, she definitely had an eyepatch. And I think her ear was missing too."
"It's not right to gossip about her when she's not here, but... she used to be very bright when she was young. Her personality completely changed after a certain incident. She really is kind at heart, though."
No matter how I looked at it, "kind at heart" was a massive stretch for someone with an expression like that.
Meria spoke up, her cheeks stuffed with meat.
"Aeris is nice to everyone, except humans."
"Armeria."
"What? It's not like it's a secret."
Milia sighed, stroking the grumbling Meria's head, and fell silent for a moment.
"Since you might run into her again while staying here, I should probably tell you... Aeris has a very dark past, and because of it, she despises humans. It's closer to pure hatred. It's an irrational, deep-seated loathing, so it's best if you don't go near her."
"She's nice to me, though," Meria mumbled.
"She hasn't accepted you, she's just given up on you. Her hatred isn't just superficial; she genuinely detests humans. So please, Syaruen, keep your distance from her if you can."
"When Aeris came up from clearing out the basement, she was covered in blood and said one of them committed suicide. That... wasn't actually the case, was it?"
Instead of answering, Milia's face stiffened.
"Never mind. I'm probably just overthinking it. The food was great."
When someone's face gives away that much, it's not hard to connect the dots.
An incident, a torn ear, an eyepatch, a hatred of humans, and scars.
Meanwhile, Meria finished her food, cleared her bowl, and went into her room. Once Milia confirmed Meria was gone, she covered her mouth with her hand and whispered, making sure her voice didn't carry.
"And tonight... you're okay, right?"
By 'okay,' she doesn't mean what I think she means... right?
In the end, I spent the rest of the day pacing around the room like an anxious wreck, unable to get it out of my head.
To make matters worse, the heat I had felt back in the basement was starting to flare up again.
At first, I thought I was just losing my mind, but then I remembered the succubus heart inside me. Surely not...
No way.
But contrary to my denial, my hand was already sliding down between my thighs.
Doing this in someone else's house was completely insane, but just for a second... just a quick release.
"Haa..."
Part of me wanted to call Meria in and have a wild roll in the sheets, but dragging a girl who had just escaped a dungeon into bed for sex felt a bit too messed up.
Ever since the transplant, my breasts had gotten bigger, my body had become incredibly sensitive, and I just didn't feel like my old self anymore.
On top of that, I had been caught masturbating in the bath earlier and had to finish up in a rush, so the heat pooling inside me refused to subside.
"What the fuck did they do to me...! ♥"
At this point, Milia's advances—which had initially flustered me—shifted from 'surely she doesn't mean that' to 'please, let it be that.'
I had never tried it before, but with my breasts as swollen as they were now...
"Suck... mm, ah... ♥"
For the first time, I pulled my own nipple into my mouth and began to suck on it. The jolt of pleasure was far more intense than I expected, making me squeeze my breast tightly.
Was my body really this sensitive now, or had I just never tried this before?
Like a desperate masturbation addict, I slowed my hand whenever I felt myself on the verge of climax, and once the edge wore off, I thrust my fingers even deeper inside.
I didn't know if it was immortality or just rapid regeneration, but before I could even think about how to use that power in a fight, here I was, getting worked up by some stupid succubus trait and fingering myself like a dog in heat... This is ridiculous... ♥
Squelch, squelch...
The wet, squelching sound of my pussy, drenched in my own juices, echoed through the quiet room. Even to my own ears, it sounded incredibly lewd.
"Ngh... ♥ Ah, mmm ♥"
Just a little bit... I'm just taking care of it real quick... ♥
Honestly, masturbating was the responsible thing to do. It was better than letting all this sexual frustration build up and accidentally jumping someone later because of some misunderstanding, mm...! ♥
Knock, knock.
"!?!?"