Chapter 66
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 66
Chapter Title: The Hero Who Wants to Make a Baby
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On the road to Alvheim, Ashy had no intention of leaving my side.
She spent the entire day nestled in my arms, clutching the collar tightly in her fist.
All I could do was stroke her.
I gently brushed back her ash-gray hair and patted her still-angry backside.
At the slightly naughty skinship, Ashy let out a pleased moan.
"Feels good..."
Ashy mumbled as she buried her nose in the nape of my neck.
She let out a languid breath, savoring my touch.
I hugged her soft body close and kept my hands busy.
Maybe because our bodies were pressed together, mine was constantly in a state of arousal, struggling.
The more blood rushed to my cock, the tighter the chastity cage felt.
It had been like this since last night in bed.
She seemed desperate to dispel the anxiety she felt from seeing the Chloe couple.
Even after I told her the truth, it wasn't enough.
Ashy, with her killer body, was rubbing up against me wildly.
The situation itself was hard to endure.
I was mentally cornered.
'Ah, I want to have sex.'
It wasn't just Ashy who was desperate.
I'd been holding back for the past few days too.
My balls were swollen to bursting; they could explode anytime, anywhere.
"By the way, isn't that name super unique?"
Ashy slid down from my lap, laid her head on my thigh, and looked up at me.
"Kang San for a boy, Kang Jia for a girl..."
Ashy repeated the names I'd suggested, lost in thought.
By continental standards, they were hard to understand.
I wasn't attached to them anyway.
If Ashy wanted different names, I'd happily go along.
The kids would live in this world, so naming them to fit the majority made more sense.
"Still, they don't sound bad."
If it were my original world, they'd be pretty decent names.
Not the kind to get called weird anywhere.
The carriage kept rolling without a stop.
But that didn't mean there was no rest at all.
We camped overnight and made it straight to Alvheim.
Whether inside the carriage or under the tent, Ashy kept groping my body.
She threw tantrums, demanding my balls even though they weren't hers.
"Hurry."
Ashy held out her palm, urging me on.
Whenever that happened, I had only one option.
I undid my belt and dropped my pants myself.
After a day of camping, a musky scent wafted up from my crotch.
"Stinky."
Ashy smacked my cock and grumbled.
Her voice complained, but her eyes were glazed over in a haze.
Ashy loved the thick male scent.
She tried not to show it, but she couldn't hide her flaring nostrils.
"Puppy, cock submission."
In front of Ashy, I raised my arms.
I hooked my fingers behind my head and locked them.
While Ashy toyed with my balls, I stood perfectly still.
She kneaded them relentlessly, anytime, anywhere.
Thanks to that, the chastity cage was always slick with precum.
My balls felt like they were bubbling with backed-up cum.
It really felt that way.
"Chuuup, chup..."
I entrusted my balls to her hands for dozens of minutes.
Before I knew it, Ashy had slipped between my legs.
She was licking my balls while the cage stayed locked on my cock.
Chuurup, chuururup.
"Kinda salty, but addictive..."
Ashy sucked on my limp balls, slurping away.
No drugs involved, but her pupils were fully dilated.
She was hooked.
"Ashy, feels good?"
"Mmm... puppy."
"Then can't you let me cum too?"
"No."
I wanted to, but no intention of letting me.
Almost there, didn't want to mess it up.
Didn't seem like Ashy would allow it anyway.
Ashy went back to dazedly stroking my ass and thighs.
She especially gripped my cheeks hard while munching on my balls.
The mighty Hero was hanging off my groin, making a lewd spectacle.
If the demons Ashy slaughtered saw this...
They'd probably die of injustice in their sleep.
"...No need to wash. Impressive, impressive."
My balls were drenched in Ashy's saliva.
No need to rinse in the river.
She cleaned them with her mouth—why would I need to?
A half-celestial's spit was holier than natural water, obviously.
I was maintaining perfect hygiene.
─ We've arrived.
The coachman said that from outside.
Now it was time to settle things.
Time for my cock to lose its virginity and plant seed in her womb.
I rolled down the window and peered out.
Alvheim had a completely different vibe from human lands.
Under the dense forest canopy, sunlight filtering through layered leaves tinged everything green.
The walls were unique too.
Nothing like the stone-built human ones.
'The World Tree's power, probably.'
Mighty trees formed the barrier.
Taller and thicker than any wall—could call it a fortress.
Only possible under the World Tree's protection.
The carriage halted at the barrier.
The horses paused briefly.
Only a select few could enter Alvheim.
Only those approved by the World Tree.
Ashy stepped out, revealing herself.
The Holy Sword she proudly carried proved her identity.
A gap opened in the tightly sealed tree barrier.
The barrier parted slightly, revealing a massive gate inside.
Alvheim's gate—the World Tree welcoming Ashy.
"Oh..."
The gate opened, and we entered Alvheim.
Beyond the great trees lay a small village.
Elves emerged one by one from their homes, staring at us.
"...How did humans get in?"
"Probably approved by Lord Yggdrasil."
"I see."
Their thought process was straightforward.
Absolute faith in the World Tree meant no prolonged suspicion or wariness.
The elves warmed to us quickly.
"What brings you here, Hero of humanity?"
Some elves recognized the Holy Sword.
Would be weirder if they didn't.
Good to have someone we could talk to.
"I want to meet a High Elf."
"......"
Human or elf, Ashy was the same.
She stated her business boldly and waited for a reply.
"You mean Princess Islan of the High Elves?"
"Don't know the name."
Ashy pulled out a bow.
The High Elf's bow she'd received as reward for saving someone.
A High Elf who'd left Alvheim for the world had given it to repay a favor.
We planned to return it for some conveniences.
"This is...!"
The elf inspected the High Elf's bow.
Made from the World Tree, so fake was impossible to spot.
The elf bowed politely at once.
"I'll guide you."
"Yeah, as fast as possible."
Ashy jerked her chin brazenly.
Things proceeded smoothly.
Alvheim was more city than nation.
Elves weren't numerous enough to form a country.
We followed the elf toward Alvheim's heart.
Villages close together—shorter distances than expected.
But the territory was vast.
The World Tree covered the expanse alone.
High Elves lived in the temple village near the World Tree.
They built a shrine to honor it and gathered there.
They served as priests to the World Tree Yggdrasil.
We sought Princess Islan among them.
Hard with a dozen High Elves swarming out to greet us.
They all shared the elven traits perfectly...
Blonde hair, green eyes.
Pointed ears stood out oddly.
"I'll take my leave."
The guiding elf bowed courteously to the High Elves.
Then headed straight back to his village.
A dozen High Elves welcomed Hero Ashy.
"The World Tree foretold your coming. We sincerely welcome you to Alvheim, Hero."
High Elves had hierarchies too.
They looked similar in age, but one was the elder overseeing Alvheim.
"May we ask your purpose?"
"Well, about that."
Ashy handed over the High Elf's bow.
The High Elves examined it.
Alvheim's bow, crafted from the World Tree's branch.
Undeniably genuine.
Then one woman took hold of it.
A clear resonance hummed from the bow.
It was Islan.
"My bow. I gave it to the human who helped me, so why do you have it, Hero...?"
No need for long explanations.
Islan had given the World Tree's bow as payment for aid.
Ashy received it for the same reason and passed it on.
"Untainted... So you didn't seize it by force. You must have received it out of true gratitude."
"Well, Hero and all."
No room for argument.
Ashy saved Marie and got the bow.
We set Alvheim as destination around then.
Islan tucked the bow away naturally, like it was always hers.
"You've returned a trace of the World Tree... We'll grant whatever you desire."
The elf elder said to Ashy.
A High Elf gave the bow to repay a favor.
Returning it to Alvheim warranted equal recompense.
We'd already decided.
Hand over the bow, pledge eternal vows before the World Tree.
"Marriage, you say?"
At Ashy's words, the elf elder hesitated briefly.
Her gaze flicked to my collar.
Dog collar on a human—definitely not normal.
"Understood."
But she accepted soon enough.
No other requests, so Alvheim had to honor Ashy's demand.