Allen Understood Marian
Allen understood Marian. "Hnnngh." The female elf gripping his sword let out a lewd moan. The male elf couldn't hide his tense expression, startled by the sudden sound. Finally giving up, he cautiously approached the sword and spoke.
"A-are you okay? Emiri?" Apparently, the female elf's name was Emiri. But even to his question, Emiri gave no reply. She just twitched her thighs, staring at the male elf with eyes full of greedy lust.
"Put the sword down first." The male elf spoke carefully as he drew nearer, but Emiri gripped the sword tighter and shook her head. Watching her handle his sword like it was some treasure, Allen felt like he was viewing a thrilling play. He could honestly understand why Marian was so obsessed with peeping on his private life.
"Emiri!"
"N-no... haaht... th-the sword, it makes me feel so good."
"What nonsense is that? How can a sword make you feel good?"
Seeing Emiri's hot breaths, the male elf asked with a face that couldn't comprehend the situation at all. Frustrated by her comrade's reaction, Emiri furrowed her brow.
"Y-you idiot. You don't even know how I feel... haaah."
Emiri seemed like the type whose actions spoke louder than words. Without hesitation, she swung the sword at her clueless comrade.
"E-Emiri! What are you doing?!"
"Shut up! It's all your fault, you jerk!"
The male elf could only retreat helplessly from Emiri's attacks. Her swordsmanship wasn't particularly skilled, but for a male elf who couldn't risk hurting her, dodging her clumsy swings might be the only solution.
"Snap out of it, Emiri!"
His urgent voice echoed through the forest, but fortunately, no one approached. The elves had built their village far from here, deeming it impossible to live near the World Tree.
Allen watched Emiri and the male elf with keen interest, soon confirming that her sword sliced through the male elf's pants.
"Hm."
The cut was clean, severing only the waistband without a scratch on skin—skill far beyond Emiri's level. It felt like the sword was moving on its own, drawing a small gasp of admiration from Allen. Katrin Jayhops's creation was steadily evolving into a true Demon Sword.
Regardless, the real issue now wasn't whether it was a Demon Sword—it was the drama between Emiri and the male elf. Her actions were pushing things toward a climax.
The male elf desperately reached for his pants, but gravity pulled them down faster.
Egh?
Allen frowned at the exposed lower half. He didn't know if elves skipped underwear as custom, but the sudden reveal was pathetically underwhelming.
Heroes are big where it counts! He recalled Karen Cross boasting that shamelessly before the elf queen. Of course, she couldn't have known elf endowments were this pitiful. He could only guess her instincts had sensed something.
Allen gripped his hands in anticipation, rooting for Emiri. She seemed pure-hearted, undeterred even by the sorry sight.
Emiri wiped drool from her lips with the back of her hand, eyeing the male elf's member with slutty hunger. The innocent male elf could only cover his lower half with both hands under her gaze.
"Move your hands!!! I can't see it!"
Emiri yelled and swung again. Covering his dick naturally limited his movements. Abandoning the cover, the male elf dodged swiftly, letting Allen glimpse the flopping little thing.
"Ah, shouldn't have looked."
Not the most pleasant sight, but at least it was small, he thought.
Suddenly, Emiri hurled the sword at the fleeing male elf. It didn't seem like her will—the Demon Sword had decided enough was enough.
Shwick—
Cutting through the air from behind, the male elf twisted to dodge and grabbed it instinctively.
"Th-this..."
Only then did he realize his mistake, a bewildered voice escaping him. His tiny member stiffened, and he eyed Emiri with lewd intent.
Emiri clutched her head, somewhat regaining her senses, but the Demon Sword's aphrodisiac didn't fade instantly upon release.
"Emiri."
"Hnnngh... Skevin."
Emiri and Skevin's lustful gazes clashed in the air. Allen finally learned the male elf's name, though he couldn't care less.
Fuck! Hurry up and do it!
Staring at them with flushed excitement, Allen cheered inwardly. Peeping on others' secret acts was undeniably thrilling.
**
"Haht... haaaang! It feels so good, Skevin."
"Emiri. Feels good for me too! Urgh!"
Both virgins apparently, they stuck to plain missionary. Their cute, innocent talk had charm, but compared to handling Jena von Darius's wild screams of Ah-maaaah!, it felt dull to Allen.
He watched the two elves roll entangled on the forest floor, smacking his lips in boredom. Entertaining until sex started, but the payoff was disappointing.
Should I just knock 'em out and go?
The thought crossed his mind, but interrupting wasn't heroic. Watching their tedious groping with a bored face, he suddenly chuckled.
"Uhng!"
"Haaah... Skevin!"
Skevin finished mere moments after insertion. Allen swiftly circled behind and knocked him out.
With only one body, Emiri was still conscious.
"Kyaa!"
Staring blankly at Allen, she belatedly screamed upon realizing the situation. He silenced her roughly and knocked her out too.
Emiri's exposed body—bare breasts and pussy, unashamed—captured his gaze. As an elf, she was beautiful enough. Glancing at her pussy leaking Skevin's semen, Allen spat on the ground.
He'd do whatever he wanted post-regression, but even he had limits.
Sweet dreams.
Not horny right now, and the elf queen outshone Emiri anyway. No need to spoil his palate with the budget version first. Leaving her without regret, he reclaimed his sword and ventured deeper into the elves' holy site.
After walking a bit, a massive tree unlike any other greeted him.
World Tree.
Allen felt a nostalgic familiarity; he'd visited before. Elves foolishly thought it sustained the world, but he knew its true nature.
Approaching slowly, he found the knothole midway up the trunk. Thrusting his hand into the unfathomably deep darkness, he felt himself sucked in.
Accepting the odd sensation, his vision faded to black.
"Long time no see, Hero!"
Opening his eyes again, the World Tree's voice rang out. The scenery had utterly transformed—unbelievable he'd been in the forest moments ago. Endless shelves crammed with countless books stretched out.
Indeed, contrary to elven beliefs, the World Tree wasn't some world-sustaining guardian. It was merely the recorder of all events, manifesting as a grand library.
His knowledge of the obscure rabbitkin came from perusing their history here.
"You remember me?"
Seeing his incredulous face, the green-haired beauty began to smile mysteriously.