Chapter 117: Welcome to the Lustful Elf Forest (3)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 117: Welcome to the Lustful Elf Forest (3)
There are many kinds of pleasure, but personally, I think like this:
There aren't many pleasures more thrilling than irresponsible pleasure.
Why am I suddenly spouting this vague nonsense?
Because right now, I’m in the middle of a spree of irresponsible creampies.
“Hyah!”
“Ahhh! Lord Leon! Ahhh!”
—Slap, slap…
In the Great Forest, the home of all elves, the sound of distant waves echoed.
Along with moans that whipped through the air like a gale.
‘To think I can jump any woman I see—no, that they actually want me to!’
There’s no point in hiding it now.
I was currently taking an elf named Celia… or something like that, from behind.
She had been looking back at me with a flirtatious smile, swaying her hips so provocatively that I just couldn't resist.
Naturally, I followed her, and Celia leaned against a tree, thrusting her backside toward me.
The Great Forest wasn't just any elven forest.
It was a forest of perverted elves who couldn't be satisfied without internal ejaculation…!
“Urgh…!”
—Glug, glug…
“Heugh… Haah…!”
Celia’s hands, which had been gripping the tree, slid down weakly.
From the pink petals blooming between her white buttocks, a mixture of love juice and semen overflowed like honey.
Celia’s body trembled slightly, bathed in the afterglow of an intense climax.
‘That’s a sight I’ll never get tired of.’
With that much, she’s bound to get pregnant in one shot.
Normally, I would have acted like a gentleman, cradling the fallen woman and whispering sweet nothings…
But unfortunately, I have a heavy responsibility right now.
I have a duty that only I can fulfill: to preserve the elven race, whose men were all killed in the dragon’s attack.
“Grrr…”
Therefore, without hesitation, I turned my eyes away from Celia’s limp backside.
The day is still young, and there are still many elves to impregnate.
Every single elf gets pregnant.
I immediately pounced on a cheeky elf who had been peeking at my tryst with Celia while rubbing her own crotch.
“Are you next?!”
“Kyaah♥ Lord Leon, you’re a beast♥”
I ripped open the front of the squealing elf’s clothes and sucked on her dainty pink nipples with all my might.
“Ha… ah…! If you suck that hard…!”
“You hate it?”
“I love it so much…! Please, suck harder…!”
I think it was at that moment.
The moment the thin thread of my reason finally snapped.
Thanks to Sitri, I have an immortal body that never tires and never ages.
Even though I take five women every night, my sexual desire and stamina only increase day by day.
“Hyah!”
“Ngh-ooh♥”
—Splurt…
Even after impregnating another elf like this, another woman appeared before me.
A bitchy elf wearing only a flimsy white negligee, as if begging to be taken right then and there.
“Grrr…!”
Only one thought filled my head.
Every single elf gets pregnant.
“Hieek…!”
“So you’re next!”
I pounced on the elf who had collapsed in surprise the moment she saw me.
How many does this make?
How many are left?
I had long since forgotten such questions.
I had become a beast, spreading the legs of beautiful elves and pounding into them like a madman.
“Ah-haang…! Lord Leon, Lord Leon…! Please fill my womb to the brim…!”
“Pant, pant…!”
“Ngh-ooh♥ The seed of a superior human male is coming in…! It’s the best…!”
The noble and beautiful children of the forest, the elves.
In the Great Forest, the ancestral home they all dream of no matter where they are, the sound of distant waves continued to echo…
—Slap… slap…
“Hyah!”
“Oh-hoh♥”
*
While Leon was busy… well… tilling the fields and sowing seeds.
Irene Merlini, the Chief Court Mage of the Empire and Archmage Marshal, was at Elder Rania’s residence.
With a gentle smile on her face, which was lined with wrinkles like the rings of a tree, Rania handed Irene a wooden teacup.
Behind her, a cauldron was quietly boiling, emitting a strange scent. Irene was staring at the cauldron, unaware that the cup had even been placed in front of her.
“Would you like some?”
“Yes, Elder. Thank you. By the way… it seems you are brewing an elixir. That color and scent…”
“Hoho, it’s not every day we get precious dragon blood. Besides, a wonderful gentleman has visited our forest. So… even this old woman felt like catching the night breeze for once.”
“I… see…”
Perhaps because she wasn't used to this kind of talk, Irene hurriedly brought the teacup to her lips.
Watching her with a faint smile, Rania spoke again in a benevolent voice.
“By the way… it’s been a long time. Has it been about thirty years?”
“…Yes, it’s already been that long.”
“I’ve heard the news. You’ve become the greatest Archmage in the Empire? Your parents, who returned to the forest’s embrace before you, would be very proud.”
Irene took a sip of tea and nodded silently.
In truth, titles like Archmage Marshal or Chief Court Mage didn't mean much to her.
Whatever they might have meant in the past, all she wanted now was the pursuit of magic.
To Irene, those grand titles were merely tools to make her research and exploration easier.
Because of that, Irene’s expression remained stoic.
Rania narrowed her eyes for a moment at that sight, but soon put on a warm smile and patted Irene’s hand.
“Come to think of it, I haven't thanked you properly. Thank you, child. For protecting our home.”
“…I cannot accept such words. We subjugated the dragon, but at least seventy percent of the forest was burned down, and the creatures living here suffered great losses… I was too late…”
“Too late? What are you talking about? A dragon is like a forest fire or an earthquake. The damage to the elves is indeed immense, and the wounds to the forest are deep, but it will surely recover one day. It is all thanks to you and the heroes who saved the forest.”
“…”
Despite this, Irene only sat there with a shadowed face, fiddling with the silver ring on her left ring finger.
Was it because she felt the damage was simply too great?
Rania noted the ring Irene was touching and shifted the direction of the conversation.
“Since you’re here, why don't you tell me your story?”
“My story…?”
“Hoho, yes. As you know, I haven't left this forest my entire life. No compatriots have returned from the Empire recently. And those who were here have all returned to the forest’s embrace… You’re the only one who can tell me about the outside world.”
Rania asked her to talk about the Empire, but her gaze was clearly fixed on Irene’s ring.
In other words, what story and what meaning did that ring hold?
Since that was the intent behind Rania’s question, the shadow on Irene’s face grew even darker.
“…”
“Oh dear, I must have brought up something unnecessary. It was… yes, a human, wasn't it? The man who stood by your side the day you left this forest.”
Irene nodded silently.
In that moment, Rania understood, at least roughly, the meaning behind Irene’s ring.
‘She lost that man. And she still hasn't forgotten him… Poor thing… That’s why I told her to think carefully back then…’
As an elder, Rania didn't pry any further into the ring’s meaning.
Instead, she covered the silver ring shining on Irene’s hand with her own and looked into Irene’s eyes once more.
“The knight who came with you this time is quite impressive. His name was Lord Leon, right?”
“That’s… right.”
“His character is as noble as his skills. He doesn't just show mercy; he is someone who finds joy in the act itself. And he is very young.”
“…”
Did she vaguely realize what Rania was about to say?
Irene silently turned her head toward the window.
Rania, her tone becoming even more cautious, asked Irene softly.
“You might think this is just an old woman meddling unnecessarily… but what do you think?”
The moment those words ended, Irene’s voice, as she replied, was laced with sharp thorns she couldn't help.
“What do I think about what?”
Just a moment ago, Irene’s eyes had held nothing but unchanging respect and relief toward Rania.
But now, Irene’s gaze was as sharp as a dragon whose reverse scale had been touched.
Sighing softly at that sight, Rania let go of Irene’s hand and gripped her own teacup.
“…I’ve said too much. My tongue gets loose as I get older.”
—Clack.
As if to agree, Irene set her teacup down with deliberate force.
Then, picking up her staff which she had placed beside her, Irene stood up.
“I’m a bit tired from using up all my magic power. I’ll take my leave now. Rest well, Elder.”
“Yes. Rest well.”
“…Thank you.”
Leaving behind the pitying gaze, Irene stepped out of the Elder’s residence.
In that moment.
“Grrr…!”
“?!”
“Are you next…!”
“W-Wait a moment…!”
*
Please don't do this.
I beg of you, please don't do this.
These were the pleas of the female elf pinned beneath me.
Unfortunately, I couldn't hear that tearful voice at all.
“Pant, pant…!”
“Please don't, please… Lord Leon…”
Mmm~ what a perverted elf, knowing exactly what to do~
Pretending she doesn't want it, acting like she hates it, only to throw herself into my arms—that’s another turn-on.
I easily pinned down the slender arms trying to block me and grabbed the tits of this newly appeared elf maman.
“Heugh…!”
Oh, I can feel it.
The sensation of soft breasts that don't just fill my hands but overflow through my fingers.
The dainty nipples swelling and hardening between them.
Even through the robe, this elf’s tits had an intense presence…
‘Wait? A robe?’
All the elves I’d taken so far were wearing flimsy, revealing clothes.
So they could be taken the moment they caught my eye.
Besides, while they all had great bodies and pretty faces, their breast sizes were a bit lacking.
Thanks to the sensation still filling my palms, my reason returned for a brief moment.
And through my cleared vision, what I saw was…
“Sob, sob… please… don't do this… I have someone I love…”
“…!!!”
Oh, for heaven’s sake.
If there’s one thing I don't do, it’s forcing a woman who truly refuses.
That is my aesthetic, the proof that I am a human and not a beast, and my principle.
I immediately pulled away from Irene’s body and bowed my head, bending almost double.
“I am so sorry! I didn't realize what I was doing…!”
I wondered if I should just get down on my knees.
No matter how half-crazed I was, to think I pounced on the Chief Court Mage.
To think I tried to force a woman who said no.
Even if Irene insisted on holding me accountable for this, I was prepared to accept it.
However, Irene straightened her disheveled clothes, sighed, and looked at me.
“Haa… let’s… let’s just pretend this never happened. I owe Lord Leon a debt I can never repay…”
“No! Subjugating the dragon and this incident are two separate things! I will accept whatever punishment you see fit!”
“I-I’m really fine. Fortunately, you regained your senses halfway through…”
Suddenly, something shiny caught my eye in my lowered field of vision.
Huh…? A silver ring on her ring finger… a wedding ring…?
‘Hmm…’
This woman… she’s even more appetizing than I thought…
The thought that "someone else's rice cake always tastes best" immediately flashed through my mind.
Right then, I knelt before Irene.
Enduring humiliation for a greater purpose.
A person with great ambition can endure any amount of shame.
Of course, the moment I knelt, Irene hurriedly approached me.
“L-Lord Leon!”
“My actions just now were absolutely unforgivable. It was an atrocity for which I cannot even dare to ask for forgiveness.”
Irene tried to pull me up, telling me not to do this, but I insisted on slamming my forehead against the ground.
I knew Irene’s words about letting it go were sincere, but this was something I had to do.
For the sake of the future, I had to show that I was truly reflecting on this incident.
—Thud, thud…
I slammed my forehead against the ground hard enough to make a sound.
Unfortunately, the soil was too soft for blood to flow… ah, well, the wound would have healed instantly anyway, so maybe this is for the best.
Regardless, Irene grew even more frantic as she tried to stop me, crying out.
“Lord Leon, I forgive you! I’ll forget everything! Please, please don't do this! This is enough!”
“…”
At that moment, I stopped my head just before it hit the ground again.
With black dirt smeared on my forehead, I looked up at Irene cautiously, with a gaze that seemed too ashamed to even meet her eyes.
“Lord Leon, please…”
“Are you… sincere?”
“Yes. Please, please stop now… this is enough… I’ll forgive everything, so please…”
“…I understand. However, I do not believe I have been forgiven by this. Even if Lady Irene forgives me, I cannot forgive myself.”
Therefore, I remained on my knees.
Even as female elves, startled by the commotion, poked their heads out of their houses.
Even as the wrinkled old elf grandmother approached.
I remained kneeling before Irene until the very end.
Oh, of course, Helena, Natalia, and Andrasta tried to intervene, but…
‘No. Don't get involved.’
I sent them that telepathy, preventing my women from interfering.
I was planning to give them plenty of attention later.
‘Now… it should be about time for a reaction.’
The meaning behind the gazes of the surrounding elves was extremely simple.
"What’s the big deal about having your breasts touched?" so to speak.
I had a rough idea because of the ring on Irene’s finger, but there was no way all the elves knew her circumstances.
You know what they say—a famous agitator once said:
Agitation only requires one sentence, but refuting it requires dozens of documents and evidence, and by the time you try to refute it, everyone has already been swayed.
So, in this situation, Irene had only one choice.
“Haa… l-let’s move somewhere else for now, Lord Leon. Somewhere away from other people’s eyes.”
“…Yes.”
I knew it.
Now… to hunt, one must first understand the prey.
Savoring the soft sensation of her breasts that still lingered on my hands, I quietly followed behind Irene.