Chapter 264: The Old Hag Hides Her Power
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 264: The Old Hag Hides Her Power
“I told her we have to leave a record of how big it is every time we measure, and then I drew it like this!”
I grabbed a pen from the table and lightly traced the outline of my penis.
Starting from just below the solar plexus, I drew the shape of the glans.
“Ugh… ugh… uuuugh….”
Rune let out a foolish-sounding groan, and a bit of pre-cum leaked out.
Gulp. Seeing the perverted MILF elf sister unconsciously lick her lips at the sight of the mucus dripping from my tip, I knew this was the right place to stop.
Until the moment she became so desperate that she begged for my cock, I absolutely, under no circumstances, could give in.
I had to firmly engrave the hierarchy of top and bottom into her mind. Only then could I go around poking all sorts of women and enjoy a proper stallion life.
“My mom was worried I might actually die if it got any bigger than this. Do you think so too, Grandma?”
“I-if it’s like this… r-really… th-that might actually h-happen….”
A few years ago, she had been bragging about how big my maternal grandfather’s piece was, but compared to my Female Submission Rod, it seemed his was incomparably small.
“Just how big was Grandpa’s?”
“I-it was… a little smaller than h-half of this, I think….”
I wondered if that was just the average male size from my previous life. Seeing how even that was considered a 'giant cock' here, it seemed my value was indeed absurdly high.
Feeling a bit unsatisfied ending it just like that, I lightly tapped my penis against Rune’s abdomen.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
My penis began to rhythmically strike her lower belly, which was already drenched in sweat, creating a satisfying sound.
“Ngh…! Haaah…! Ugh…!”
Perhaps she was suffering from a hallucination of her cervix being bombarded by a cock, because the MILF elf bitch gritted her teeth and let out soft, nasal moans.
“St-stop…. Pl-please stop….”
Despite her weak resistance, I felt like I could have just hidden my penis inside the grandma elf’s belly right then and there. However, knowing she was a formidable opponent, I couldn't afford to act recklessly.
“Okay~ Thanks for measuring my cock, Grandma!”
“Huh…?”
When I withdrew my penis without hesitation, Rune’s green eyes, which were usually soft, widened in surprise.
“O-oh… right. M-measurement… yes, measurement….”
It was cute seeing the elf hag unconsciously stroke the thick outline drawn on her stomach as if to soothe herself.
If I kept up these 'cock measurements' every year and let her ripen for about two years, she would surely make for a fine special treat—a MILF elf delicacy to enjoy whenever I visited.
Or so I thought.
***
“A week…?”
One week. That was the amount of time I had to spend in the Southern Hemisphere during my golden vacation season.
“...I do not use the name Degrain, but you are still a member of the family. You must have a foundation so that you do not lose to anyone in swordsmanship.”
Grandma hadn't called me here just to see her grandson’s face after a long time or to check how much my cock had grown. She had summoned me as the former family head (the equivalent of a former Sect Leader in Murim terms) to look over one of the family’s Rising Stars.
“There’s almost no one my age who can beat me, though…? I’m at the level where I can even beat down my seniors at school….”
“What is the point of comparing yourself to such ordinary children?”
I had no answer to that. Since I lacked natural talent, I planned to maintain my results by crushing everyone my age with elixirs and my incredible hybrid divine arts. I didn't feel I needed the 'foundation' Grandma was offering.
“I’m a man… isn't it strange for me to hold a sword?”
“Times have changed. Shouldn't a man at least know the basics?”
“I think it would be more appropriate to call Gracia, who is the heir to the Degrain family.”
Grandma looked at me silently. It seemed no matter what I said, it wouldn't get through to her. I should have just shoved my cock in earlier; that would have solved everything.
I was ignorant.
No, I should have ruthlessly sown my seeds without worrying about the consequences. It felt like I was suffering now because I lacked the proper mindset of a Super Alpha Male.
Grandma tossed me a longsword and picked up a withered tree branch for herself.
“Let us begin before your mind becomes cluttered with idle thoughts.”
Rune Cal Degrain, speaking words that could have been directed at her own self—who had just been in heat over her grandson’s cock—or at me, who was looking for a way to escape, lightly swung the branch horizontally.
In that instant, a tsunami surged before me. A massive shadow, beyond anything I could fathom, covered the world.
Just as the towering wall of the tsunami was about to pull me in—
I snapped out of it. The branch in Rune’s hand had sliced through my longsword.
I could do nothing against that effortless movement. The longsword that fell to the floor melted, floated into the air, and restored its shape once more.
“Hmm…. Your realm is pathetic compared to your mana capacity.”
I reflexively looked around, searching for the massive tsunami I had just seen. It wasn't an illusion created by magic or some Murim formation.
“Then, look at this.”
Rune’s branch swung diagonally from below. It was a move so slow it was agonizing, so I tried to cut it down with my sword.
Thud.
No, it made a sound like a light collision, but the sword I was swinging began to be slowly lifted. The trajectory of Grandma’s 'sword' didn't change. Only then did I realize that what I was clashing with wasn't a branch, but a boulder.
A massive rock of immeasurable size. My arm was being lifted, but I felt the illusion of being tossed into the empty air.
“Regrettably, your talent is not particularly good. Though the results are fine if you only started because it looked cool.”
The crazy elf hag was undervaluing the talent of a cute, charming, big-cocked Super Alpha Male like me.
“Next, try to dodge this.”
She pulled the branch to her chest and began to thrust it slowly toward me. An attack of a point, not a line. If it was about dodging rather than blocking, it shouldn't be difficult.
The moment I tried to move, what appeared before my eyes wasn't a small branch. It was a wall. Not even a circular one, just a vast, wide wall. A long barrier that filled the plains so completely it couldn't even be climbed. I couldn't dodge. No, dodging was meaningless.
The wall was approaching. It was a 'fate' that could neither be leaped over nor escaped. That’s how it felt.
“But it is not bad.”
Grandma’s branch lightly tapped my chest. I reflexively shivered at the chilling cold. Though it had been less time than it would take for three exchanges, my entire body was drenched in cold sweat.
I collapsed to my knees without realizing it.
“You have been taught well. If you were a woman, you would have surely become a brilliant swordsman who left her name in history. Unfortunately….”
Rune’s massive Big Tits hung down with gravity, blurring my vision. As blood flow accelerated to my dazed brain, I regained some of my senses.
“Just how high of a level is that swordsmanship?”
“Yours? Or the level I showed you?”
“...Both.”
Grandma smiled softly.
“In our time, there were no precise classifications, but there is a good term from the dimension we recently began interacting with. The name isn't bad either; it is a realm called the Life and Death Realm. It was the realm everyone thought was the end.”
It finally began to sink in again that the MILF sister with the massive milk tanks in front of me was the strongest being in this world's setting. If she could arbitrarily show me a realm I couldn't even perceive or touch—
It meant she was someone who had clearly reached the level beyond that.
“...And me?”
“You are somewhere between second-rate and first-rate.”
On this prison island that the Empire and the United Kingdom didn't even care about, an old hag was hiding her power. She was a monster who, in my childhood, had cut my finger with a sword scar she created in the air with just her finger.
“First, I want to check each muscle movement, so please undress.”
“Ah, yes!”
Still, since it seemed she would give me proper instruction, I figured I just had to endure a week of celibacy.
***
On the first day, my body was so squeezed dry that I fell into a dead sleep the moment I hit the bed.
The claim that I had to ejaculate six times a day turned out to be bullshit. When your body is pushed to its absolute limit, whether it's semen or whatever, you just have to let your body rest to survive.
When I woke up in the morning, I whimpered like a dog from the muscle pain all over my body. I settled for calorie bars and supplements that had no trace of meat and ran around trying to dodge the sword Grandma swung, howling in a pathetic female-like voice.
At lunchtime, I couldn't even eat properly because of the muscle pain, but I managed to eat somehow because Grandma sat me on her lap and blew on the food to cool it down before feeding me. Perhaps realizing she had pushed me too hard on the first day, she went a bit easier on me after that.
I fell asleep right after dinner, and so arrived the third day.
I felt keenly that what I did at the fitness center—or rather, the training ground for thugs—was just mere weight maintenance or body shaping. Grandma worked me without mercy. I felt like someone was fiddling with me at night, but I was too tired to even move.
By the fifth day, I was seriously considering whether I should just ambush her at night and turn her into a broodmare to survive.
“Your stamina issues are severe.”
When I woke up in the morning, Grandma was sitting in a chair watching me with a look of deep disappointment. My head was spinning. I was eating less than usual and pouring out more energy than I ever did during my wrestling matches on the bed, yet I had zero mental satisfaction.
I couldn't even relax at the thought that this would be over in two days, as visions of a third life began to flicker before my eyes.
For someone like me, who used to spend his days ejaculating at least five times, the fact that I hadn't come once in five days was driving me insane. I had a few erotic dreams that should have led to nocturnal emissions, but seeing as my underwear was never wet, I started to fear my balls might actually explode and kill me.
Why is the reproductive instinct so strong even in the face of survival?!
“Anyway… shouldn't you get up and eat breakfast soon?”
Because Grandma had approached me wearing only her underwear!
I had been so exhausted just trying to survive day by day that I hadn't even noticed. Now that I thought about it, I realized she had been shaking her ass in front of me in suggestive lingerie ever since the cock measurement.
I, who have always lived by thorough calculation, never liked gambling, but...
"My erection won't go down, so it's hard to get up."
I boldly exposed my throbbing, swollen penis to the crazy exhibitionist elf hag.