Chapter 134
Chapter 134
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 134
Chapter Title: The High Elf's Frequency
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"Haa, haa."
Lying on the bed with her legs spread awkwardly, she stared up at the ceiling, panting for breath.
She had lost consciousness for a moment.
She didn't know how long it had been, but she knew she had briefly blacked out in an endless ecstasy.
Light twinkled from the ceiling.
It resembled the light emitted when the World Tree bestowed blessings upon the elves.
A shimmering glow enveloped her, and an intense satisfaction unlike any she'd felt before made her heart race.
Clutching her pounding chest with trembling hands, she let out a deep sigh.
"Haaa."
It was a sigh too seductive and lascivious for a High Elf.
Reina exhaled a breath so thick it felt like a succubus reborn, then snapped her eyes open in shock at having made such a sound herself.
"You're awake?"
A familiar voice rang out.
The man who had led her to ecstasy.
It was the mercenary Max.
Grumbling in his cheeky tone, the man sat on the bed, gulping down water.
'It's not over yet?'
Why?
Last time, she'd passed out once and that was it.
"You passed out so easily like a cheap onahole, so I let you rest a bit. Pretty generous for trash like you, huh?"
Onahole.
She'd heard it was one of the tools human males used to relieve their lust.
He was treating her—the mighty High Elf Reina—like something less than human?
The one revered by all elves?
"W-What... right now..."
"You think you shouldn't be treated like that because you're a High Elf?"
Max stood up, sneering as he approached.
"After cumming your brains out from my touch and cock?"
Reina's gaze was stolen by his sweat-slicked, muscular body.
Zzzt.
"Ah."
Seeing it made her head spin.
A lewd electric signal from her ears coursed through her body.
"Uuugh."
In the faint climax, Reina gripped the bedsheets tightly, gasping for air.
Elves were notoriously picky about choosing mates.
As a race renowned for beauty, they demanded exceptional looks as a baseline.
Not just facial beauty, but slender, elegant fingers, well-proportioned arms, tall stature—all physical perfection.
They also required superior spirit affinity and immense mana—strength and talent beyond measure.
Each elf had their own criteria, recognizing only those who met them as potential partners.
But most crucially, instinctual attraction.
Among elves, it was called "frequency"—a fated pull.
Even if all other conditions were met, mismatched frequencies often led to no romantic connection.
That's why Reina had fallen so hard for Yuris, devoting herself entirely. She'd sensed that 'frequency' in Yuris saving the elven forest.
Believing Yuris felt the same, she'd pursued her relentlessly, only to fail miserably.
So she'd thought finding a new mate would be impossible for a while.
But now.
Reina trembled at the 'attraction signal' pulsing from her ears.
Her body was reacting.
To the man before her—the one whose frequency matched hers perfectly.
"Aah."
"Love being treated like an onahole that much? You're in heat and squirting again."
Her body responded to his words.
Her lower half twitched, pussy juices gushing out.
"Perfect. Looks like your body's satisfied, so no complaints later."
Max stroked her chin as he spoke.
"Want more? Spread that pussy."
Even his crude words to her made her body react.
A body with perfectly matched frequencies became hypersensitive to such a partner's voice.
As if the man before her was her fated one.
Her heart pounded.
Her head tingled.
"Ugh, th-this isn't..."
She tried to deny it.
"Don't like it? Not trained enough yet?"
His roguish, sloppy words bit into her lower lip with intense stimulation.
The fated frequency filtered Max's rough voice into something sweet through her sensitive elven ears.
'This can't be.'
Me, drawn to this arrogant, sloppy inferior species?
No way.
It shouldn't be.
I'm the guardian of the World Tree...
Then, Max's cock appeared before her eyes.
"Aah."
Her train of thought snapped.
The reasons she'd clung to faded, and instinct took over.
She opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue, and licked the tip.
A nasty taste.
Yet it thrilled her body more than anything, tingling on her tongue.
"You're good. But..."
Max grinned down at her.
"Wait."
Like commanding a pet dog, and Reina looked up at him.
Humiliating as it was, she obeyed and stopped.
She pulled her tongue from his cock and awaited orders.
Before she could even understand why.
"Good girl."
Max petted her head.
"Ugh."
She shouldn't.
He's an inferior species...
Even as those thoughts swirled, her eyes stayed glued to his cock.
The grotesque meat rod throbbed, promising satisfaction once more.
I want to suck it.
I want it inside me.
Quickly.
Quickly.
Quickly.
As her body leaned in.
"Suck."
Max's command came from above.
Only then did Reina take his cock into her mouth.
Like a dog obeying orders.
Her elven pride and dignity forgotten.
"You're a pro, pussy slave. Top-tier quality."
His chuckling voice nearly made her cum again; she was that aroused.
The cock pushed into her throat, choking her.
"Glrk!"
Panting and writhing, her lips stayed curled in trance-like bliss.
'Love my throat getting crushed. This is gonna become a habit.'
Slap, slap.
Each time Max moved her head, her breasts jiggled, echoing in the tent.
"Cum's rising."
Grabbing her ears hard, Max thrust his hips.
"Uuugh!!"
'Ears are getting crushed. My racial pride, these beautiful symbols, mangled by an inferior's hands...'
Her head felt floaty.
She felt his cock twitching in her mouth.
An inexplicable satisfaction from pleasing him with her mouth alone.
A feeling she hadn't noticed before.
"Haa..."
He pulled out, oxygen flooding in, and it felt amazing.
Savoring the sharp freshness for the first time, she inhaled deeply.
'Feels good.'
An indescribable euphoria washed over her, followed by exhaustion.
Her body wouldn't move.
Overloaded with too much pleasure, it had reached its limit.
Elves, less accustomed to pleasure than humans, couldn't fully process the ecstasy her brilliant mind registered—hence the symptoms.
Of course, Reina, ignorant of such pleasures, had no idea.
'So this is sex with a fated mate...'
Mistaking it for frequency-matched sex, she felt consciousness fading.
The salty taste of cum in her mouth was her last memory.
***
[User has reached their limit.]
[Recommend stopping the screening.]
The magic circle's warning made me end the illusion promptly.
Reina lay sprawled on the bed, naked and passed out.
"Cumming so hard she strains her body. Are all elves like this?"
Maybe they're lewder than I thought.
As I cleaned up.
"At least she seems fully satisfied. Good."
Honestly, I'd figured after the Yuris thing, she'd never come back.
Even if she did, it'd be hard to please her.
My illusion had cut off midway due to my own shortcomings.
Plus, she'd noticed Yuris watching and felt no disconnect between reality and illusion.
I'd expected all sorts of dissonance.
'But she immersed way deeper than I thought.'
The magic circle even warned her.
Mana-sensitive species might feel illusions more intensely.
"What a mess."
I looked around Reina.
The bed and floor were soaked from her repeated squirting and juices.
Even the ceiling was dripping.
A strange sense of conquest from her satisfaction.
Well, she felt it from *my* illusion(?), after all.
I magicked away the splattered fluids.
After cleaning everywhere, I wiped down Reina's body last.
Gently cleaning her unconscious form, I dressed her in store clothes and waited for her to wake.
"A fantasy of getting roughed up by a thug mercenary. She badmouths inferiors but craves humans, huh."
Reviewing her illusion complete.
Were there points where I could've acted better?
Was my performance lacking?
A routine reflection.
"Need to amp up the thug vibe more."
Better to bark "suck harder" than praise; that'd suit her taste more, I thought.
"Mmm..."
Reina stirred and woke.
"Feeling better?"
"Ah..."
She sat up, met my eyes, and turned away.
Then patted herself down repeatedly.
"Don't worry, I didn't do anything."
"N-No, it's not that..."
She started to say something, lips moving, then sighed.
"Never mind."
"You seem satisfied."
"...Not bad."
After enjoying it that much, "not bad."
What a dishonest elf girl.
"Drink some water and wash up slowly. Clothes are folded."
"Th...anks."
Her voice awkward from the illusion's afterglow, she fidgeted.
"Um."
Reina hesitated, then continued.
"W-Would you ever visit the elven forest?"
"Pardon?"
What now?
"For more realistic illu, illusions, you need real experience, I hear. To depict the elven forest in illusions, actually visiting wouldn't hurt."
"You're inviting me?"
"Of course. Someone of your skill—we elves could learn from you. Illusion magic's essential for defending the forest."
Oh ho.
Yeah, they use illusions for mazes there.
Stories of people getting lost and finding their way back.
"Sounds good. Teaching illusions... I'll visit when I get the chance."
"W-We could go right now."
I shook my head.
"Too busy at the moment."
"Ah..."
She smacked her lips in disappointment, sighing.
"If, say, you came to the elven forest..."
"?"
"Could you show illusions there too?"
Not that she wants illusions *in* the forest, right?
"Sure."
"I see. Then that's fine."
Nodding, she smiled brightly.
"I loved it. Truly the best. Not much as payment, but..."
She handed me two small pouches.
One with some gold coins, the other with dried petals smelling of fresh herbs.
"'Mingles Flower,' a premium tea from the elven forest. Great for vitality—just brew and drink when tired."
"Thanks."
She stared piercingly for a moment.
After deep thought, she sighed heavily and shook her head.
'What?'
Felt like killing intent just now.
Why's my spine tingling?
Max didn't know.
He'd just escaped being kidnapped to the elven forest by pleasure-drunk Reina.
That she'd barely suppressed her urge upon hearing he'd visit later.
He wouldn't know until she told him someday.