Chapter 131
Isabela struck back. "What's going on in there, nya?" Naked and chased out, Dalshinyang was keeping a close eye on the situation inside the hero's tent. She didn't have Marian's soul projection ability or any see-through tricks, but she did have the beastkin trait of exceptional hearing. Eavesdropping on a tent made of mere scraps of cloth—hardly a proper building—was child's play for her.
The problem was that the conversation between the hero and the elf queen wasn't unfolding the way she'd expected.
'I never thought that prideful elf queen would submit like this, nya.' Dalshinyang felt a twinge of crisis at Isabela's unexpected choice. Sure, everyone around her gossiped that she'd caught the Demon King's eye thanks to her classic cat beastkin looks, but that wasn't the whole truth. Her appearance had helped, no doubt, but she hadn't slacked off to get there either.
In short, Dalshinyang had a keen eye for reading the winds of fortune, the decisiveness to latch onto the winning side fast, and the guts to act on it. In her judgment, the hero was the only one who could guarantee the beastkin tribe's safety right now—which was why she'd so casually declared herself his pet.
"Still, wouldn't I be better than some beastkin girl?" Isabela's voice from inside stirred Dalshinyang's anxiety. Objectively, Isabela was far more beautiful than her, and it was common knowledge that humans preferred elves over beastkin. Sure, plenty of humans took beastkin as concubines, but that was only because elves were out of reach.
"Eh, it's not like elves have gold rims on their pussies." But the hero shot back just like that.
Dalshinyang felt a thrilling jolt course through her body at the hero's unforeseen response. Strictly speaking, it wasn't praise for her or anything, but just not losing out in comparison to that elf queen was enough to fill her with gratitude toward him.
'Y-You... thanks, hero, nya.' Right then, as Dalshinyang felt a tiny spark of affection for her master—
She startled at the sinister aura prickling her back and whipped around. Her wild instincts had picked up something extremely dangerous.
"Wh-Who...?" She blurted it out turning, but quickly clamped her mouth shut, realizing she couldn't make a bold show of voice here. Her eyes, however, filled with shock and fear—contrary to her held breath.
What she'd seen behind her was the saintess, staring her down with a face gloomier than gloom itself.
"......"
The saintess silently scanned Dalshinyang's naked body up and down with dead, emotionless eyes. The sensation of those eyes roving over her filled Dalshinyang with an inexplicable terror.
"Fuck."
And as Dalshinyang trembled in fear, the saintess muttered that curse in a low voice.
I was observing Isabela as she stripped before me, one piece at a time. Seeing her naked body, I finally got why elves brimmed with such confidence. Hell, if I had a body like hers, I'd milk it for all it was worth too.
The saying "clothes make the man" didn't apply to her one bit. With each layer she shed, her beauty only amplified. If anything, those meticulously crafted elven garments had been hiding it. Her body was like a sculpture carved by a god himself—flawless in every inch.
Her breasts rose just right: full and bountiful, yet not overly so, tracing elegant curves. Her waist was impossibly slim, her hips a dizzying swell, and her limbs stretched long and lithe in a way that felt refreshingly satisfying just to look at—far superior to any human's. Honestly, unless you were a dwarf with their alien sense of aesthetics, no one in the world could call Isabela anything but stunning. Even watching her nude sparked more awe at her beauty than raw lust.
The one regrettable flaw? The disgust twisting her face. But that only turned me on more.
"Nice. Now I get that confidence from earlier." I praised her body purely, honestly.
Yet Isabela just stood there, eyeing me with clear distaste at my words.
I'd anticipated that reaction, so it didn't bother me. Elves always saw other races as suckers to bleed dry for tribute anyway. If her tribe's fate wasn't on the line, she'd never dream of offering her body to me.
But I knew exactly what I was giving her in return—and unlike other men, I had no intention of playing the fool for her.
"You just gonna stand there like that?"
At my question, she flinched in surprise. "...What... exactly do you want me to do?"
Isabela looked genuinely lost. I couldn't help but chuckle at her bewildered gaze.
"Oh, right—you might not know." At least, the Isabela I remembered from my past life knew how to manipulate men, but actual man-woman stuff? She was clueless.
"First time with sex?"
"...I see no reason to answer that."
I relished the flicker of composure cracking in her eyes. She might think she'd played it cool, but irritation had flashed across her face, plain as day.
"Simple. A virgin's worth more than a used one." I grinned slyly at her.
I wasn't some virgin fetishist, but when the woman was the elf queen? Yeah, that changed the equation. Taking her first was worlds apart from just another lay.
Of course, knowing she was a virgin, it was mostly to tease her.
"It's... my first time."
She admitted it through gritted teeth, pride clearly stung at confessing to me of all people. But she'd staked her body as the bargaining chip—no idiot would toss away a chance to up her value.
"Honored. Me getting the elf queen's first." Her slender shoulders trembled faintly at my words. Guess it meant something big to elves too.
No more delays. If she was green, I'd just take the lead.
"Come closer."
"......"
She approached with a look of utter revulsion. With every step, her full breasts swayed, and a tantalizing glimpse teased between her pale thighs.
I reached out slowly toward the Isabela now right in front of me, tracing her breast lightly with my fingertips—like caressing fine art. My fingers glided over her smooth skin, dimpling the soft mound this way and that. Circling near her pink areola drew a sharp glare from her.
I teased slowly, deliberately, but her nipples stayed stubbornly unresponsive.
'Hmm, undeveloped territory, huh?'
Locking eyes with her contemptuous stare, I pinched and stimulated her nipple more roughly. It deformed under my fingers, on the verge of bursting—but her expression didn't budge.
Switching hands, I targeted her inner thigh, securing room between her awkwardly spread legs. Forcing apart the tight slit, I probed inside, but her pussy was just smoother than the rest—no wetness at all.
"...Guess Her Majesty isn't that into me, huh?"
"Would I get turned on by... forced bullshit like this? Take what you want and keep your promise."
Isabela shot back, and I noticed her lip curl up just a bit more than before—like she'd scored a point. That smug winner's vibe rubbed me the wrong way.