The Tiny Queen's Trojan Horse
"Just use 'alchemy' to reconstruct the origin of your body."
"I... sniff, I'm a half-assed wife for life...!"
Elma looked up at me with festering, tear-filled eyes. Pure self-loathing.
"A freak dwarf who can't even take her husband's cock...!"
She sobbed it out until she was gasping for breath. I didn't dodge the fist flying at me. Instead, I gripped her cheeks firmly.
"Elma. Look me right in the eyes."
"Hic... sniff. Hic..."
"Look at me."
Her trembling almond-shaped eyes finally locked onto mine. Her tiny face was soaked in tears.
"It wasn't fake."
"Husbaaand..."
"I felt it all—how much you love me. Even enduring that pain. I felt every bit of it."
I wiped her wet eyes with my thumbs. Her small lips quivered. I pressed a long kiss to them.
Mwah. Slurp.
Our hot breaths tangled. Washing away the blood-tinged despair. I kissed her as tenderly and warmly as I could.
"Husbaaand...."
Our lips parted soon after. I pressed my forehead to hers and whispered.
"Don't push yourself alone. We're husband and wife."
"Ugh..."
"Don't suffer alone. Don't try to fix it alone. We'll do it together."
I poured out my heart.
"Magic, medicine, whatever it takes—I'll help you with everything."
I pulled her small body tight into my arms.
"If it really doesn't work out."
I brought my lips close to her ear.
"I'll go as slow as it takes. Ten years, twenty, even longer."
"Ah..."
Elma's shoulders twitched.
"No matter what. Whatever it takes."
"...."
"We'll find a way in this world for our queen to become my woman. I promise."
"...."
Queen. A title she'd normally hate. But no resistance came. Just her ragged breathing filling the room.
I kept gazing down at her tear-streaked, trembling face. Without blinking once.
Soon, the frozen despair began to thaw bit by bit.
Sniff. Snort.
Elma roughly wiped her nose with the back of her hand. Then she burrowed into my chest. Her short limbs wrapped around me tight.
"For real...?"
Her lips quivered. Her small voice was still thick with tears.
"You won't give up... You'll really make me a proper wife...?"
"Of course."
I chuckled and stroked her tiny crown.
"You're the cutest, sexiest, most talented woman in the world. Why would I ever give up?"
"Hehe..."
Our body heat and textures mingled. Only deep relief remained.
"Mmngh..."
Elma stayed cradled in my arms for a long while, catching her breath. Then, slyly.
Her little head wriggled, shifting position. She rubbed her cheek against my crotch.
"Elma?"
"Mmm... That's right, isn't it..."
Elma looked up at me. Her moist eyes curved prettily. A seductively bewitching smile.
"Until we find a way..."
She cupped her heavy breasts with both hands and kneaded them.
"No choice. I'll handle it with these today too... Heehee."
"Pfft."
I couldn't help but burst out laughing. Our queen, who had been wailing like the world was ending just moments ago.
Already radiating sex appeal. Thank goodness. She recovered fast. And it was because of me.
"Yeah. Drain me dry."
I lay back on Neukdori. Elma clambered on top, pressing her tiny body against mine.
How could I not love her? This small, adorable queen of mine.
Morning.
Squish. Chewy. A heavy weight settled in.
My chest felt stuffy but warm. I tilted my head down to look.
"Ughmm... Husbaaand..."
Elma. My small, lovable little queen.
She was clinging to my bare chest with her limbs. A perfect baby koala.
Whoo. Whoo.
Her steady, peaceful breaths. Her sleeping face looked utterly serene.
The scent of rain-soaked woods. Roasted nuts, rich and savory.
Her pleasant body odor tickled my nose. Her squished cheek had her little lips poking out like a bird's beak.
"Hehe..."
A sleepy chuckle leaked out. Dreaming something nice, maybe.
Mwah.
I leaned down carefully. Kissed her crown and tried to slip out.
Bathroom emergency. But then.
Snap!
"......?"
Her closed eyes flew open. Clear gaze, sleepiness gone.
Thwack!
"No! Dildo broken!"
Her short arms yanked my neck tight.
"Oh, you're awake? Just heading to the bathroom..."
"No way! Can't go!"
Elma pouted and headbutted my chest repeatedly.
"You're my body pillow!"
"It's really urgent. Be right back."
"Ughhh... Nooo!"
A full tantrum. Separation anxiety had kicked in hard.
"Still gotta go to the bathroom though..."
After a short struggle. Elma pulled out her ultimate weapon.
She drooped the corners of her eyes and looked up at me. Voice all pitiful and meek.
"If you're going... take me toooo..."
The saddest puppy eyes in the world. How do you defend against that?
"Jeez. Can't win with you."
I chuckled and stood. Our little queen dangling from my neck.
Whoosh.
Her tiny body swung against my chest. I naturally lowered my left hand.
Squish.
Soft and chewy butt. I cupped Elma's rear firmly with one hand.
"Heehee."
Seated in her favorite spot, Elma purred happily. Her short legs hooked around my arm, arms locked around my nape.
In front of the sink. Mirror showing the usual sight.
A big guy. Tiny wife nuzzling his neck while hanging on.
I loved this peaceful routine. Casually handled business and started brushing.
Scrub scrub.
One hand still supporting her butt. Brushed with the other.
Bob. Bob.
Elma's head nodded sleepily again.
"Told you to just sleep."
"Ugh... Husband's toothpaste smells too stronggg..."
"Yeah, yeah."
My little queen squirming to stay attached. Valiantly lifting heavy eyelids to watch my face in the mirror.
"It's fine. I'm not going anywhere."
"Haaawn..."
Reassured, she softly closed her eyes. Buried her head back in my chest.
One hour later. At the table.
Elma gripped her fork, devouring breakfast. Cheeks bulging as she chomped a huge omelet.
"Elma. Hear me out?"
"Mm, mmm? Mmm?"
"Just listen, keep eating."
I tried for a serious vibe. But her food-smeared, munching face nearly cracked me up.
"The promise. I'll find a way, no matter what."
Her fork froze. Almond eyes quivered faintly.
"Whatever it takes. Relax."
"Husband..."
Lips trembling with emotion. She hesitantly set down her fork.
Wiped her mouth vigorously with a tissue. Cleared her throat seriously.
"Ahem. Truth is, regular magic or drugs won't cut it."
Her voice sobered.
"My body's mana density is abnormally high for a dwarf. It sees any external influence as an 'attack' and repels it all."
"Still, there must be something somewhere."
"That's why—one idea popped up."
Elma's eyes sharpened suddenly.
"Use 'alchemy' to reconstruct the body's origin."
"Alchemy?"
The word alone felt ominous. I swallowed dryly.
"Where do you find that?"
"My hometown. Central lab of the Arcadia Dwarf Union."
Her short fingers tapped the table.
"Sub-level 45. 'Archive of Truth'—secret vault stuffed with forbidden tomes from across the continent. Includes stuff on body modification and bio-alchemy, obviously."
Bio-alchemy. Body mod. Chills down my spine just hearing it.
But for Elma, nothing was off-limits.
"How do you access it? Application or...?"
"Nope."
Elma shook her head.
"Forbidden of the forbidden. Needs unanimous elder approval. Those old fogeys? No chance."
"The elders..."
Elma snorted. The ones who grilled her in that video call.
No way to convince them. But I swallowed my sigh.
"Maybe circulate a petition. With your genius rep, some dwarves might—"
Momentarily.
"......?"
My words jammed. Our eyes met.
Her almond eyes glazed over. Lips curved slyly.
Madness.
...Not this look.
"Elma. Don't tell me..."
Cold sweat. I waved frantically.
"Wait. Think rationally. Legal ways first..."
"Just steal it!"
My desperate plea shattered. Elma sprang up on the table.
Raised one hand triumphantly.
"If they won't give it, steal it! The great, revered, prestigious... mmph mmph!"
"You're drooling."
Omelet remnants dribbled from her chin. I dabbed it with tissue.
"Mmph... Think I, Dr. Elma Bronzebeer, can't crack some puny security?!"
"What exactly are you planning..."
I rubbed my throbbing temple. Elma huffed indignantly.
"Perfect timing! Tomorrow's the video call with those geezers!"
"How do you steal via video call?"
Her smile turned maniacal.
"You just cheer from the back."
Ahem.
Short arms on hips. Little queen looking down imperiously.
"Oh ho ho!"
Even the haughty laugh. Ah. Growing more uneasy by the second.
That night. Living room.
Tak-tak-tak-tak-taka!!
Keyboard assault like it might shatter.
Elma hammered away at the table. Those frameless fashion glasses for her "intellectual" look.
Her eyes behind them were dead serious.
"Elma. Coffee?"
I approached cautiously with the mug.
"Mm. Thanks."
Clink.
Set it down. Special latte, her taste maxed: triple syrup pump, heaps of sugar.
Sweet enough to scream at your veins.
Slurp. Gulp.
"Kyaa..."
Elma clutched the mug two-handed. Let out an old-man groan.
"Husband's coffee is the best. Blood sugar spiking."
"What're you making so intently?"
Peeked at the monitor. Black background. Green text. Tangled magic formulas.
Modern code mashed with magitech.
Elma pushed up her glasses with a grin.
"Sending the geezers a new 'mana reactor drive formula' tomorrow."
"And?"
"With a fun little gift inside."
"Gift?"
Her tiny finger slammed enter.
Bang!
Screen flooded with red symbols.
"Trojan horse."
Voice dripping mischief. My little wife puffed her chest proudly.
Just 90cm tall. Yet radiating overwhelming genius and shamelessness.
"Trojan horse?"
"Yup!"
"What for?"
"Secret~!"
Elma pressed a finger to her lips.
"Husband."
She spread her arms wide. Hug time.
I bent and scooped her up. She plopped on my lap, nuzzling my solar plexus with her cheek.
"Tomorrow's meeting."
"Yeah."
"Get excited."
"...I'll try."
I quietly swallowed the rising anxiety. Savored my little queen's cuteness instead.