Dwarf. Voyeurism. Legal. - 2
“Haaah…….”
By the time the center of the bed was soaked through with sweat, love juices, and semen, Maria—lying right in the middle—let out a heated breath. She stroked her lower belly, swollen with cum, and smiled bashfully.
I don’t have to give this away. It’s mine. The precious semen I milked out myself…….
That day. How heartbroken she had been when Beatrix forced the semen out of him. Just recalling the emptiness and loss she had felt then was enough to make her want to die of depression. It had been every bit as horrible as the memory of spending a whole week locked in a chastity cage.
Maria gazed at her belly with hazy eyes, then lightly flicked her fingers. Mana answered her will, and her filthy body and the bed became spotlessly clean.
Albert, who had already sat on the edge of the bed first, gathered the clothes strewn about and put them on. Maria’s dazed pupils took in the sight of him. How could such overwhelming strength come from that delicate frame? Even now, it was truly amazing.
“Is this enough for now?”
“Yes. The rest… tonight. May I ask for more tonight?”
Maria picked up the dress she had tossed aside earlier, looking a little shy. If she got greedier today, she wanted to monopolize Albert’s semen for several days. A mere dick sleeve like her had no right to demand the cock for herself. Still, she could coyly seduce her male into putting it in of his own accord.
Clothes with some exposure were the norm, but they couldn’t be too vulgar. Sleeveless, with the armpits fully visible and the front of the chest open—this was perfect. And since the dress clung tightly, it showed off every curve of her body without holding back.
If I sway my hips like this, he’s sure to get hard for me.
Beatrix’s husband. And at the same time, her own Master. When Maria’s eyes turned tender, an awkward smile curved Albert’s lips.
“Yes. Let’s do that.”
“You promised? You won’t break it?”
“It’s a promise I’m making while holding back something I want to do myself.”
Half of it was courtesy, but half was sincere. Maria was far too arousing to stop after mixing flesh just once. Even if he had already pumped enough semen into her to make her belly bulge and then some. When a faint lust began to gleam in Albert’s eyes, Maria nodded as if satisfied.
“Shall we head outside, then? You don’t like a fuss, so I’ll put up a veil first.”
A “veil” meant magic that kept others from seeing her. For Albert, who had shown up out of the blue, it was a welcome kindness.
Thank you. When Albert offered his gratitude, a soft blue light coiled around his body. Now no one but Maria and the person himself could see Albert’s form—unless they had high magical aptitude.
“Then let’s go. I’ll protect you, so just relax.”
“I’m sorry. Please take care of me.”
Maria clenched her fist theatrically and smiled. At a glance it looked like cute bravado, but Maria was a tyrant—one with the power to inflate a human like a balloon and pop them, not just punch them.
A man being protected by a woman. Albert was gradually absorbing that idea, yet his fundamental nature hadn’t changed.
I’d better work harder.
He was learning magic, but he was still far from enough. Without Beatrix’s help he couldn’t even sense mana—he hadn’t even earned the “apprentice” label yet. Albert resolved to study magic more diligently and trailed after Maria like a duckling.
Maria pulled a black robe from the wardrobe in her room and threw it on. When she tugged the hood down as well, it looked shabby yet surprisingly convincing.
“Well then, shall we?”
Maria stretched a hand to the side, and the tightly shut window flew wide open. Calling it a window was almost an understatement—judging by its size and opulence, it might as well have been a door.
Albert asked, looking dumbfounded.
“You’re going out through the window?”
“Yes. It happens often enough that no one pays it much mind.”
Sending a king out alone without escorts was dangerous. All the more so for a tyrant who had surely made enemies in the shadows. Still, she said she was used to it, so there was nothing more to say. If even her retainers just accepted it, it must already have been proven safe.
Albert was led by Maria’s hand and soared into the sky—just as when Beatrix had flown to the hot spring on the mountain.
“Whoa…!”
The cityscape spread out below was so beautiful that a gasp of wonder escaped Albert’s lips on its own. The East was full of low buildings overall, but the North generally had taller ones. That held true not only for the capital but for the provinces as well.
“Do you like it?”
Maria, flying shoulder to shoulder with him, asked. Watching him marvel at the city view seemed like a good reaction, yet a sliver of anxiety still lingered in her eyes.
“It’s magnificent.”
“Is that so? I’m glad you like it—makes me feel proud.”
What a relief. A smile curved Maria’s lips, and the last trace of unease melted from her gaze.
They flew for a while, sightseeing over the city, then finally descended into a deserted alley. Even though it was an out-of-the-way side street, it didn’t feel gloomy; light reached it well. “Cozy” fit better than “secluded.”
“Just follow me. The dwarf workshop is right around here.”
Maria walked ahead, and Albert trailed after her. The streets weren’t winding; they were straight and orderly, as if someone had drawn clean lines inside a rectangular frame. That only made the angles feel sharper.
“Oh, right.”
Just as they neared the workshop, Maria lightly flicked her fingers. Blue mana rose like smoke around her and seeped into Albert’s body.
From now on, I think it’ll be better to use telepathy for explanations. Talking to empty air would make me look crazy.
Telepathy. A fairly advanced magic that let people converse by will alone, without using the mouth. She had cast it with a single flick of her fingers. A seasoned mage would have been unimpressed, but apprentices still struggling to learn would have been quite surprised.
Just think freely of whatever you want to say to me. Give it a try.
As if thinking to himself. Or muttering under his breath without speaking aloud.
Like this?
When Albert asked uncertainly, Maria’s voice rang out—not in his ears, but directly inside his head.
Yes. I can hear you clearly.
Confirming that Albert had adapted well, Maria’s steps quickened again.
Creak.
Maria soon reached a certain building and opened the door without asking permission. It was a fairly large structure with an iron signboard hanging above the entrance.
They carved those letters well. Albert, who had been admiring the sign, slowly stepped inside.
CLANG!
At that moment, the sound of hammering iron assaulted his ears from every direction. For some reason the image of his own skull being cracked flashed through Albert’s mind. Crimson flames roaring up everywhere. Furnaces containing those flames. The stifling heat from the fire. In short, it could be described as a massive forge where many people had gathered.
And yet…….
Why are they all little kids hammering iron?
The people actually striking the metal were all young girls. Every one of them had meticulously braided their very long hair, wore sleeveless shirts, and was sweating freely. On top of that, firm muscle stood out on their slender-looking arms.
Albert rounded his eyes in disbelief and asked.
Why are kids hammering iron?
What? They’re all dwarves.
Maria answered as if he had asked something obvious. He had heard talk of dwarves, but he had never actually been told what they looked like. Albert realized that fact only now.
What’s more—
“Aigoo, fuck! How many times do I have to tell you to hammer more gently?! And lower the furnace temperature over there!”
“Fuck off! I work better when the fire’s hot!”
—the girls who looked merely cute were constantly spewing rough curses. Even for an 18+ dating sim, this felt a bit much. While Albert stood there unable to close his mouth from sheer absurdity, Maria spoke with a smile.
You look pretty shocked. Come on, let’s go inside.
Maria walked ahead first, and Albert lightly shook his head as he followed. His first visit to a dwarf workshop was more shocking than he had imagined. All the more so when he learned that every one of them was an adult—and that some had even reached middle age.
But why isn’t anyone reacting even though they’re looking at Maria? That’s weird.
Even if they didn’t know she was the queen, a suspicious stranger walking in should normally draw eyes. Yet the dwarves just kept hammering iron and swearing, treating Maria as if she didn’t exist. No wonder Albert’s face was full of puzzlement.
Ah, that’s because I ordered them to. Treat me like I’m not here until I speak first.
Ah… so that’s why?
Maria visited dwarf workshops often—not just this one, but various ones throughout the capital. Every time, the formalities and fuss would only waste time, so she had given that order. Couldn’t she just visit less often and show some consideration? Someone might ask that, but Maria was a tyrant too.
Creak.
Maria climbed the stairs leading to the third floor of the workshop, then grasped the doorknob of a door with a blue nameplate.
“You’re here?”
When she opened the door, the child leaning against the window opposite widened her eyes. More precisely, it was an adult dwarf who looked like a child.
“You came again? Don’t you ever get tired of it?”
The small dwarf picked up the liquor bottle left by the window and laughed. In this world, “liquor” meant only wine and beer—just those two. And inside the dirty black bottle the dwarf had grabbed was beer. Lukewarm, tasteless beer that had gone flat from the stifling heat of the room.
“Ugh… disgusting!”
Whoosh! The dwarf kept complaining about how bad it tasted even as she drained the bottle clean.
“So what brings you today? And with a strange guest in tow, no less.”
Thud. The dwarf set the empty bottle down by the window and asked. She wasn’t just rambling; she was looking precisely at the spot where Albert stood.
I think she noticed?
When Albert asked in a fluster, Maria’s eyes curved prettily.
Meister Ella has magical aptitude too. That’s how she spotted you. I also left just enough mana for her to notice if she was sharp enough.
When Maria deliberately withdrew the mana, Albert’s hidden form was fully revealed. A suit that had been tidied yet still looked a little disheveled, blue eyes, ash-gray hair. A face he had heard described more than once.
“A pleasure to meet you. I’m Albert.”
He now carried the Martinez surname, but he deliberately gave only his given name. It would have felt too much like showing off otherwise.
“Ah! That big-dicked one?”
The moment she heard the name, Ella raised her voice in surprise. Rumors about Albert had already spread beyond the East and across the entire continent—far enough to reach even a dwarf’s ears in the northern kingdom.
“Yes. I’m that big-dicked husband.”
Was I really this famous? Albert answered without hesitation even while feeling embarrassed. Because of that, Maria—who had been wearing a chilly expression—only let out a long sigh and didn’t take any further action.
“Oh? That’s strange. A man should be embarrassed or angry. Claiming someone dared to shame him or something?”
“It is a bit embarrassing, but saying I’ve got a big dick isn’t exactly an insult. And this is a private setting anyway.”
“What a curious guest. Well, I guess it’s forgivable since it’s private. But how did you even get here? Someone like you showing up would start rumors.”
“That’s a secret.”
Albert chose to hedge rather than give a proper answer. He really didn’t want to reveal the teleportation magic. If he did, he would end up spilling every story connected to teleportation as well.
If he doesn’t want to say, nothing I can do. Ella snorted a laugh and turned her eyes toward Maria, whose displeasure was plain.
“So then, Your Majesty, why did you bring this guest?”
“This gentleman wants dwarves. Not many—just a few.”
“You actually permitted that?”
Nobles from the East, West, and South had occasionally tried to lure dwarves away. None had ever succeeded, but the attempts themselves weren’t rare. This case, however, was unprecedented. The queen herself personally escorting a human who had come to poach dwarves? Something had to be going on.
“Did you get something out of it?”
“That’s none of the Meister’s business.”
Maria’s eyes and voice as she answered were ice-cold. A warning not to cross the line.
“Keh-heh-heh!”
Even so, Ella only laughed heartily, showing no fear. She was the type whose guts hung outside her belly, so she remained bold even now.
“True enough. Why would I stick my nose into state affairs? It’d just give me a headache.”
Ella smirked and slipped a hand into her pocket. Even after drinking, she showed not the slightest sign of intoxication.
“Anyway, Your Majesty’s permitted… that big-dicked guest? I’d like to talk with him alone for a bit.”
“Alone?”
In that instant, an edge entered Maria’s voice.
“That’s right. If you came to talk business, the parties involved should settle it themselves. I hate complicated stuff.”
So Your Majesty should clear out as well. Ella brazenly issued an eviction order, even knowing Maria’s nerves had sharpened. She was a Meister, but not someone whose absence would cause major problems. That was why Albert had thought it would be fine to bring her along—yet she was being even more reckless than usual.
Should I just pop her right now? A nasty thought prodded Maria, but she first wanted to confirm Albert’s wishes.
“…Lord Albert. Will you be all right?”
A national consort of a kingdom deserved to be addressed as “Lord.” Albert hesitated a moment, then slowly nodded.
“Yes. Lady Maria, I’m truly sorry, but…….”
“Don’t worry about it. If Lord Albert is fine with it, that’s enough.”
Maria said she would wait outside and left.
Thud.
The moment the door closed, Ella’s eyes flashed. Even for a tyrant, it was hard to treat a national consort of another kingdom carelessly—especially when that consort was also another tyrant’s husband. Yet Maria’s attitude toward him had been far too devoted. Simple courtesy would have been enough.
She was exactly like a woman who’d fallen for a man.
The tender gaze she directed at Albert. The way she immediately got angry the moment someone insulted him. She hadn’t been treating him like a mere guest.
Ella was every bit as unrestrained as the tyrants, a woman whose guts hung outside her belly. Her personality was so eccentric that even in the workshop she was treated like a half-abandoned child. On top of that she was sharp-eyed, and she had seen straight through the true feelings of Maria, who had been pretending to keep her distance. The rude attitude she had shown to rattle Maria had played a big part, but…….
Anyway.
To resolve her own curiosity, Ella fearlessly opened her mouth.
“Hey, Lord Consort. Albert, was it? Have you by any chance been fucking our Majesty?”
Even if it meant dying on the spot, she said what she wanted to say. That was the small dwarf Ella.