Fellow Curse Slave: The Masochistic High Elf Queen
“Eh...”
“U, umm...”
Two women sit facing each other at a tavern table.
It's so awkward we can't even meet each other's eyes.
Of course! I never expected to run into another high race here of all places!!!
I stealthily lift my head to glance at the woman across from me.
She's huge.
That's my first impression.
Golden hair as radiant as sunlight, eyes blue like vast meadows, skin clear and translucent like flowing water.
But what catches my eye first are her massive tits.
Even hidden under that loose dress, they're enormous.
Insanely huge.
Fucking massive.
Like, ridiculously gigantic.
Bigger than mine... way bigger...!
If I'm a Cerberus lugging around tits the size of my face, she's a Hydra with absolute ahoge monsters strapped to her chest.
“Ah... um... if you stare like that... it's kinda hard for me too...”
“Ah, aaah. S-sorry. I was just so shocked...”
Once I tear my eyes away from her chest, I finally take in her full appearance.
Slightly drooping eyes that give her a gentle look. Refined features full of elegance. She sits demurely on the creaky tavern chair, her graceful speech revealing the culture and manners ingrained in her body.
Just her sitting there turns the dingy tavern chair into a splendid throne.
And peeking through her golden hair—those pointed elven ears.
No doubt about it. That aura. That beauty. She's a high race. A high elf, most likely.
“Just to confirm... you're a high elf, right?”
She nods at my words.
A high elf is royalty or high nobility in elven society.
High races are called that because they're powerful, beautiful, swift, maintain the world's balance—and above all, incredibly rare.
Like high elves or vampire lords or demigods, most high races are elite nobles or royalty in their nations.
Ordinary folks go their whole lives without ever laying eyes on one.
Even foreign kings, top nobles, or famous adventurers rarely get that chance.
She's no elf who could just waitress at a cheap cosplay pervert bar like this.
“Ah... um... are you by any chance... a dragon...?”
And she's probably thinking the same about me.
Dragons are symbols of power.
Greedy beasts nesting in massive caves, hoarding treasures and jewels from across the world.
Not the type to spread their legs for random guys at a pathetic cosplay whore bar like Cheep Pervert for a few coins.
Eut...♡ Getting pitied as pathetic by another high race... it makes me so excited...♡
I clamp my thighs shut, fighting the fluffy arousal juices bubbling up between my legs.
C-control yourself♡ Somehow hold it in♡ We're already meeting at a place like this. If my old-tree pussy starts squirting heat-rubber goo everywhere, how bad will her impression of me be♡
I desperately press my thighs together as I look at her, but the woman across from me seems uncomfortable too, rubbing her thighs against each other.
What? Gotta pee? Or... ah. No way, is it...?
---That thing?
“F-first, let's introduce ourselves. I'm Maltaris. Dragon, as you can see. Specifically a venom dragon. I was doing adventurer work when I got hit with a whore-ification curse and ended up here.”
“Eh, ehhh. What a coincidence. I'm Erophna Lu Hareya Leon. High elf, as you see. Former queen of the elven nation of Luel. I... um... well... actually... that thing... I got hit with an arousal curse too... but I didn't want to sell my body or make heirs with other men... so I... uh...”
Erophna's gaze drifts to the floor.
Anyone could tell that's an excuse.
“You don't have to hide it from me.”
“Eh...? W-what do you mean...?”
“Trial Grimoire.”
—Twitch!
Erophna's body shudders violently.
That gesture of pressing her thighs just moments ago.
I thought she might need the bathroom for a second, but as a total pervert, I knew exactly what it meant.
Because I've been there myself.
The reason she was rubbing her thighs.
It was to hold back her arousal juices, just like me.
“Eh, eheheh. Fufufu... then you saw right through me from the start. That I was working here as a hobby. That I acted so vulgar the other waitresses couldn't earn tips and quit. That I'm handling everything alone now. You know it all.”
“Eh, ah, huh? I didn't know that much...?”
I rarely panic, but I blurt it out anyway.
At my words, Erophna's face stiffens, then flushes red as she fans herself with her hand.
“Oh dear. How embarrassing. Fufufu. This is... you must think it's pathetic, right...? A granny elf who's lived her fill, spreading her legs like a slut in a place like this... aaah... getting found out by someone like you, Maltaris... this is... fufufut...♡”
She places a hand on her cheek, smiling awkwardly with a “fufufu♡” giggle.
But I know.
That flushed face isn't from shame.
She's excited that a fellow high race like me discovered her depravity.
She's a pervert.
A 99.999999% certified pervert.
“But saying that... does it mean you too, Maltaris...?”
“Maltaris is fine. Yeah. I couldn't resist my curiosity and boredom, so I used the Trial Grimoire.”
“Then Erophna is fine for me too. You too, huh, Maltaris. I got shocked by my husband's affair and used it in a fit of rage...”
Husband's affair?
What? That's totally different from me, who jerked off for 100 years and couldn't hold back my urge for ruin.
This is a tricky topic.
“...We've got time till the bar opens anyway. Want to talk for a bit?”
Erophna says with a gloomy expression.
Don't make that face—you make it impossible to refuse...!
“...I was born between a kind mother and strict father, raised as Luel's next queen. I had everything. Looks. Bloodline. Brains. Status. Wealth and honor. But one thing... I was born impure. An insatiable sex drive unbelievable for a woman.”
“Insatiable sex drive?”
“Yes. I loved lewd things. Loved them so much I couldn't stand it. But as someone attended 24/7, I had no private time. No chance or way to relieve this heat. For so long, I just endured.”
“That must've been... tough.”
The total opposite of me, who couldn't hold back and drowned in masturbation.
A life with someone always by your side, no chance to touch yourself.
Hmm... some might love that, but not me.
“But it was fine. I was the queen, after all. I threw myself into studies to suppress the boiling heat. Decades later, I finally became Luel's queen. Even as queen, the lust didn't fade, but I suppressed it with grueling duties. And per Luel's ancient tradition, I entered a political marriage with one of the nobles.”
After long efforts, ascending the throne and solidifying power through political marriage.
The ideal queen's life.
If only for that overly intense sex drive.
“Our first night was quick and perfunctory. Elves aren't very lustful, after all. And that night I lost my virginity... I realized something terrifying. This was the full extent of sexual pleasure I'd ever know. In my eternal life, this meager, pathetic thing was my one and only outlet for lust.”
“Um... sorry if this is rude, but... was your husband's thing... really small?”
“...Very.”
Erophna holds up her pinky finger.
That little...?
“But I endured. I had the duties of nobility, after all. Like that, I ruled Luel for centuries. But my relationship with my husband grew distant.”
The queen's mating cooldown must've been long.
“Ruling Luel... bearing a daughter... and centuries more passed... one day, I learned my husband was cheating.”
“Ch-cheating? Why? Aren't elves low on sex drive? I can't even imagine an elf cheating...”
“His affair partner was shorter than me, with smaller breasts—a body like a child's. He told me he'd never once felt desire for me. That with her, he finally knew true lust.”
“A-ah... what a... awful husband.”
I almost pull her into a hug without thinking.
Ah, so that's your type...
“Do you know how I felt? I'd endured so long for queenly duties and wifely obligations. Meanwhile, my husband was out satisfying his desires. So... why shouldn't I? I stepped down as queen, drowned myself in wine. Then, fueled by drunken courage, I used the Trial Grimoire. Came to naked in front of this bar, Cheep Pervert.”
So, a long-suffering married woman holds back her lust, but her lolicon husband cheats, and in rage, she grabs the Trial Grimoire.
Hmm... hard to comment on that...
“Fufut. Luel's fine. My daughter's smart. Now I'm truly free... no hiding myself... no fretting over getting caught... free to just be me. Fufufu♡ ufufufut♡”
Erophna covers her mouth, laughing pleasurably.
Of course.
She's a pervert too.
“Maltaris. If it's not rude... how old are you?”
“Me? Not quite 300 yet.”
Young among high races.
“I see. For reference, I'm 1000. Spent 50 years in queen training from birth, then 950 ruling Luel as its beautiful high elf queen.”
No wonder after suppressing lust for 1000 years.
I want to praise her for holding out that long.
No one could blame her after peacefully ruling the kingdom for a millennium.
“You're my Cheep Pervert senior, then.”
“Ufufufu♡ Nice to meet you, junior. Oh, it's about time to open. First time here, right? Follow me. I'll teach you everything from one to ten♡”