Dark Elf, and the Swordsman (1)
A hint of brown peeked through the streaks of white hair. The wrinkles around his eyes and the aura he gave off marked him as an old man, yet the fiercely burning light in his gaze made it impossible to guess his true age.
“Ah, hello. Um… your name is…”
“I’d prefer it if you called me Grandfather.”
He didn’t seem inclined to give his name. Or perhaps he was so famous that simply hearing it would be enough for Marei to recognize him. Marei nodded nervously.
Ever since arriving in Valter, he had been encountering one strange meeting after another. He knew he ought to get used to it, but he couldn’t.
“It’s been a while…… Grandfather. Still, I’d like it if you told me your name.”
“I’m not famous enough to go around announcing my name. Besides, a week isn’t all that long. So, how has young Pawen been faring?”
The old man knew him. He seemed to know him quite well. Yet Marei had no idea who this elder was, where he had come from, or why he had approached him.
“Yes, I’ve been well……”
“Valter’s summer is harsh enough to wear a man down. Care for something to drink?”
Before he knew it, Marei was walking alongside the old man who had already started moving. The elder was sweating profusely, clearly unaccustomed to the heat, and Marei could only nod.
“Come, let’s pick whatever you’d like.”
“Ah, I can pay for my own……”
“All you need to say is thank you.”
Their eyes met. The intensity in the old man’s gaze left Marei unable to refuse.
“Thank you……”
“You ate quite well last time. Let’s keep it simple for now.”
Though he had said “simple,” the old man—rather, Grandfather—casually ordered a considerable amount of food. It was exactly the same dishes Marei had eaten the previous time.
“I… if you buy this much……”
“You remind me of a grandson. Don’t feel burdened.”
The other party’s speech felt extremely awkward. It wasn’t that he had a speech impediment or struggled with words. No, the difficulty was real, but it stemmed from his inability to properly gauge the distance between himself and Marei.
“Please, speak comfortably.”
“Hahaha, very well. Very well. Young Pawen. I was thinking of you as a grand… no, that’s not right. You feel like a grandson, yet I keep treating you as an outsider and creating distance. My apologies.”
The old man looked genuinely pleased. He seemed to like the word “Grandfather” very much. Who on earth was this person? He was no ordinary man. And he didn’t seem to want anything from Marei. He simply wanted to talk.
“So, how did you spend this past week?”
“Ah… well… that is……”
Most of it had been spent rolling around with his eager sex slaves all day. The rest was studying, homework, and classes. Even though Marei couldn’t give a proper answer, the old man merely smiled.
“There are things one can do at your age. Studying isn’t everything. Are you good at your studies, young Pawen?”
The elder naturally guided the conversation as Marei grew flustered.
“No, I’m just average…… I think I’m rather lacking.”
“Recognizing one’s own shortcomings is the first step to learning. You’re a good student.”
The old man held Marei in very high regard. No matter what Marei said, the elder only smiled and offered praise. The conversation that followed was nothing special. The old man listened attentively to Marei’s accounts of his classes and the thoughts they inspired. When the talk wound down, he took out a pocket watch, checked the time, expressed his hope that they would meet again, and departed.
Who was that old man? Marei’s mind was so full of the question that by the time he came to his senses, he had already arrived home. With Idrien absent, the house was unusually quiet. Marei and Labella spent a languid, intimate time together, their bodies entwined. There had been no contact from Ilien, which made him worry that something might have happened to the twin sisters after he left, but when Idrien sent a photo of the house along with a message saying she was having a drink with her sister, Marei simply smiled and fell asleep after releasing everything inside Labella’s rear entrance.
As always, Marei woke to the sight of Labella serving him with her mouth, gently stroking her hair while gazing out the window at the sky where the morning sun had yet to rise. After a quick wash, he thoroughly disciplined the mischievous mother who kept swaying her hips to tempt him, turning her obedient, and spent the rest of the morning scolding Labella for being picky and eating only semen even at breakfast time.
Labella knelt with her hips raised toward her young son, spreading her semen-dripping rear entrance as wide as she could. It twitched and quivered, the wrinkled flesh seeming to beg to be cherished. Marei considered going one more round, but doing so would make him late for Professor Icher Valentine’s class. He took out a round plug and slowly pushed it into Labella’s rear.
“Hngh… Marei… this… where did you……”
“Idrien gave it to me. Come on, spread a little wider, Mother. No—relax a bit more. That’s it, that’s it. It’s all going in. All of it. Good girl.”
Even as her young son plugged her rear to keep the massive amount of semen he had pumped inside from leaking out, Labella could only pant and accept the heavy sensation of rubber and plastic mixed together.
“Now, the front. Spread that wide too.”
“Aah… yeees… yeees… if Marei wants it… hngh…!”
—Squish… squelch…!
A vibrator slightly smaller than the plug that had been in her rear was pushed into her semen-filled womanhood by the boy’s strength.
“Mm, pretty, Mother. No—Labella. So pretty.”
“Is that so… hngh… ugh… wearing one… isn’t proper……”
Though the toy barely reached her chest and her young son’s sadistic, perverted act was on full display, Labella merely trembled with excitement, her waist and shoulders quivering as she smiled. As a trickle of semen began to seep out, she layered three pairs of panties and, just in case, packed spare underwear into her bag.
Arriving at the academy a little later than usual, Marei hurried to the classroom where Professor Icher Valentine’s lecture was held. Since he wasn’t actually late, the room was still empty. The senior who usually greeted him warmly was nowhere to be seen either, so Marei took a seat in the front row and waited for the two of them.
While he was staring blankly at the ceiling, his vision suddenly went dark.
“Who could it be~?”
Marei flinched and tried to stand, but a considerable weight pressed down on his head, preventing him from rising. Who was it? The voice was familiar. And very bright.
“Ilien……?”
“Wrong~, how disappointing~.”
If it was disappointing, then it could only be Idrien. Lately Idrien had become quite forward with her affection, but she didn’t seem the type to play this kind of prank. Julia’s voice was even less likely.
“Idrien……?”
“Completely wrong!”
It was obviously Ilien. Marei let out a small sigh.
“It’s not Ilien, it’s Ren. You promised to call me Ren when no one else is around. You called me that plenty yesterday!”
His vision returned to normal. When Marei lifted his head, an extremely heavy chest was pressing down on him. He had squeezed and played with it during sex, but feeling it like this made him realize just how heavy it truly was.
“Ah, sorry… Ren.”
“Hehe, yes. I’d be hurt if you forgot.”
Ilien pulled her chair right up beside Marei’s and sat down.
“Isn’t today Professor Icher’s class……?”
“That’s right, it’s Professor Valentine’s class. Since she always arrives right on time, it should be fine to sit like this for a while, don’t you think?”
At Ilien’s bright smile, Marei nodded with flushed cheeks.
“Ah, it would be so nice if we could attend class together like this…… It’s a shame.”
“Hm?”
“Teaching a class and taking a class together are different, aren’t they? Like being classmates. Or a fluttering romance. If we were both students, we could have that kind of free relationship where it wouldn’t matter if others found out, and we could openly show affection…… Well, I’m still grateful that my master only dotes on me at night.”
Ilien smiled bitterly.
“And also.”
—Thump thump thump.
Making drum sounds with her mouth, she pulled out a shopping bag.
“Ah, what’s this??”
“It’s a limited-edition cake from an incredibly delicious cake shop! It was so hard to get!”
The shopping bag had a pattern of a hammer and anvil on it.
“……Uh, did the cake shop give you this bag?”
“Ah, hahaha. It’s a bit unusual, right? A dwarf made it. They’re good with their hands and make perfect things, but when it comes to packaging or labels, their sense is a bit lacking. It’s called ‘Le Malang.’ Have you heard of it?”
“Ah, yes. Philia praised that patisserie a lot……”
As expected, it’s incredibly delicious~? Ilien puffed out her chest proudly as she spoke. When she naturally began unwrapping the package, Marei panicked and tried to stop her.
“I’m grateful you brought it, but eating it now……”
“It’s fine, it’s fine. Professor Valentine will eat with us too.”
Ilien began arranging the expensive-looking cakes on the desk as if she had made prior arrangements with Valentine.
“This is the first I’ve heard of it, Professor Ilien.”
“Ah, Valentine!! No, I mean, Professor Valentine, welcome!”
Professor Valentine, her entire body covered by a robe, stood at the now-open door.
“Professor Ilien. Even so, right before class……”
“There are no students except Marei. Come on, hurry and eat. These are limited cakes from Le Malang, you know?”
Icher Valentine let out a small sigh. Even so, she sat down at the table. Though her expression beneath the robe couldn’t be seen, she looked strangely excited.
“How did you manage to get so many of these precious things……”
“I have a personal connection with the manager of Le Malang.”
Ilien smiled cheerfully and handed Valentine a fork.
“A personal connection……?”
Marei echoed the peculiar phrasing.
“She used to be our family’s chef when we were young. Even now, whenever I visit she still calls me ‘young lady~ young lady~,’ which is quite the problem. Even though I’m no longer her employer.”
She’s a good grandfather. A faint longing appeared in Ilien’s eyes before vanishing. Then she immediately cut into the cake with her fork.
“Here, you try some too, Marei. Ah~ open wide~”
“Ah, I can cut it and eat it myself.”
Even with Professor Icher Valentine watching, Ilien showed no hesitation in her affectionate behavior. When Marei dodged the fork Ilien offered, his face bright red, Ilien pouted with a disappointed expression.
“Still, just try one bite. Hm? Ah~ open~”
“Professor Ilien……”
Icher called out to Ilien, sounding flustered.
“He’s my favorite student in the whole world, you know? It’s fine, it’s fine. Come on, Marei. Ah~ open~”
Marei let out a small sigh and opened his mouth to accept the cake Ilien fed him. Ilien wore an ecstatic expression, smiling happily at the fact that she was personally feeding her master a snack.
“Also, Professor Ilien. There are other students besides Marei.”
“They haven’t arrived yet. What~? Ah, I brought plenty of cake, so it’s fine.”
Icher let out another small, exasperated sigh. Marei glanced at her expression, wondering if this was really all right. Come to think of it, the cake that had been in front of Icher had disappeared as if swallowed by a ghost. Where did it go……?
“Now, now. Class time is starting. Let’s go, Professor Ilien.”
“Aww~. Don’t be so stiff. Professor Icher. Just a little more~ more~.”
“Absolutely not.”
Ilien seemed very close to Icher. Judging by how lightly she dismissed Ilien’s earnest requests, they must have known each other for quite some time.
“Well, I have class too, so….. Ah, let’s eat the rest together during break. Marei, Icher? Then I’ll be going!”
Ilien neatly cleared away the empty aluminum packaging and wiped the table clean with a wet tissue. In an instant, the table was spotless. Ilien stood up and paused at the doorway.
“Marei~ bye-bye~ See you later~ Later~.”
Without the slightest embarrassment, Ilien waved and called out loudly. Marei ducked his head, while Icher heaved a deep sigh.
“You have it rough too.”
“Not at all……”
Icher sat silently at the table. A sweet scent wafted gently from her. It wasn’t the smell of cake, but her natural fragrance. It was a very sticky, sweet scent. Like milk chocolate. The two of them sat wordlessly at the table for a while, even after hearing the class bell ring.
“The other students aren’t coming……”
Icher sighed once more. She seemed to sigh quite often. He wanted to see her face. Her slightly low, resonant voice was very pleasant to listen to. Even though she was close, he couldn’t see inside the robe. It looked pitch black, as if magically treated. No—perhaps it was chocolate-colored. There was something there, but it wasn’t clearly visible.
“Since waiting is a bit boring, shall I have just one more……?”
Icher seemed to want to eat more cake.
“Then…… shall we have just a little more?”
“Yes..! No, I mean. All right. Good. Ahem.. ahem……”
From within the robe came the voice of a very mature woman. Though he couldn’t tell who was inside the robe, the impression that remained was that of someone cute.