Hoo—~~!
A gust of cold wind blew in through the wide-open window, the chill jolting Hilma awake from her dream.
She pushed herself up with one hand and stared into the pitch-black room. Her heart began to pound for no reason, as if something were about to happen.
Thump-thump, thump-thump, thump-thump...
In her daze, she could hear the echo of her own heartbeat in the silent room.
This mansion had dozens of servants and guards. Even if it were quiet, it should not have been completely silent like this.
She put on her nightclothes, opened her bedroom door, and headed downstairs.
An elf?
Reaching the stairs, she looked down at the elf wearing a short skirt and holding a staff, confusion filling her mind. Why would an elf appear in her estate, and why had neither the guards nor the servants stopped him?
"An elf boy..."
As she descended, she observed carefully. Years of experience in the underworld allowed her to notice that the elf's ears were drooping.
Among elves, drooping ears signified a male.
Although it was strange for a boy to wear a skirt, she had seen too many people with peculiar habits over the years, so she was not surprised.
Therefore, she tried to appear as gentle as possible and spoke without hostility. "Little boy, why are you here?"
"Auntie, are you the highest-ranking person in this house?"
Mare's heterochromatic eyes glowed with the faint blue light of night-vision magic in the darkness, allowing him to see Hilma's face clearly.
After the lessons from the previous mission, even though Demiurge had already confirmed the target, Mare still chose to verify it himself. He did not want to make even the slightest mistake.
After all, tonight's operation would be observed by Lord Father the entire time.
Hilma frowned slightly. This way of speaking did not sound like something a child would say, but she still answered honestly. "Yes, may I ask—"
Before she could finish, a nearby door creaked open. A young girl with a delicate face peeked out from the gap, chewing on something.
When Hilma saw clearly what the girl was chewing, her heart jumped violently, and her face turned deathly pale.
A human hand?!
This was clearly a man-eating monster!
"Th-then, I will take action!"
Mare raised his staff, controlled his strength, and struck Hilma's leg. The sharp crack of breaking bones echoed through the room.
"Ark—" Thump!
Before she could scream, Mare calmly knocked her unconscious with another strike.
It was not that he had suddenly learned to be gentle, but rather that he needed to discuss something that could not be heard by others with his companion from Nazarick.
"Entoma, you need to let that matter go..." Mare said softly, his gentle voice carrying a hint of sweetness as he held Entoma's forelimb and pulled her into the moonlight.
The cold moonlight fell upon Entoma's face, reflecting a metallic sheen.
She lowered her head in disappointment. Even the hand she had been chewing on no longer tasted good.
"But the older sisters can all become Lord Helant's concubines. Even little sister CZ can..."
When she learned that she was not included in Lord Helant's harem, it felt as if the sky had collapsed.
The older and younger sisters could, but she could not.
This sense of loss and sadness was difficult for her to accept.
"I.. it's okay. Even if you can't become Lord Father's concubine, F-Father will still like Entoma very much!"
Mare understood his friend's disappointment. If the others were rewarded but he was not, he would also feel the difference.
"Really?" Entoma pressed her forelimbs against her chest, her sweet voice filled with anticipation.
A child's understanding of liking was often very different from that of adults.
"Really!" Mare nodded firmly, a warm smile appearing on his cute face. "Lord Father will be watching everything that happens tonight, so Entoma, your performance today was very, very good!"
"Lord Helant will be watching me?!" Entoma let out a soft cry, excitedly shaking the spider-like hair on her head.
"Um... because you can't become Lord Father's concubine, so this item is something Lord Father asked me to give you."
Mare took out an exquisite necklace engraved with complex inscriptions from his spatial bag and handed it to Entoma, smiling with narrowed eyes, trying his best to avoid meeting her gaze.
He was not good at lying, and he did not like using his Father's name to lie.
Lying to take care of a friend's feelings. This must be the kind of white lie Lady Bukubukuchagama mentioned.
"Wuu, thank you, Lord Helant~" Entoma said in a tearful, sweet, and sticky voice. She excitedly took the necklace with her forelimbs and carefully put it around her neck.
A warm feeling rose from her heart and spread throughout her body.
Once her mood improved, even the hand in her forelimb began to taste good again.
Seeing his friend's mood improve, Mare became happy as well and added, "This necklace was personally made by Lord Father. It can reduce weak attribute damage based on the user.
For example, Entoma, you are afraid of fire magic and anti-insect spells. This necklace can help you reduce seventy percent of that damage."
"Lord Helant is the best!" Entoma held the necklace and happily swayed her slender body.
"Then I'll be going now." Mare grabbed Hilma by the hair and walked out, his sweaty hands showing that he truly was not good at lying.
This must be why Lady Bukubukuchagama said that men who lie have bad hearts.
"Mhm, goodbye, Lord Mare!"
Entoma waved the hand on her forelimb, her voice full of joy.
Once she was happy, her appetite returned. She drooled slightly, sniffing the scent of meat.
...
"Mare actually dared to lie using the name of a Supreme Being. He must be taught a lesson!" Albedo's hand, which was holding Helant's arm, suddenly tightened, her beautiful face filled with displeasure.
"Haha~ It was just a white lie. Mare wouldn't use my name to do anything bad." Helant reached out and pinched Albedo's cheek. "As a stepmother, you should be more magnanimous."
As he spoke, his other hand slid down to her massive, soft breasts. He gave one a firm squeeze, his fingers sinking deep into the plush flesh through the thin fabric of her dress. Albedo let out a soft gasp, her body trembling slightly at his touch.
"Ahh~ Yes, yes, I am the stepmother~" Albedo's face flushed a deep crimson as she hugged Helant's arm tightly with both hands, deliberately pressing her ample chest harder against his palm.
Her heavy breasts deformed under his grip, the warm, heavy weight of them filling his hand as he kneaded and played with them lazily.
Helant looked at Entoma in the magic mirror before him and asked, "What is going on with Yuri and the others?"
He was asking why he had not been informed of this matter.
Albedo scratched her cheek, still pressing her body against him, and said coquettishly, "Lord Helant, your combat power is too strong, so I thought I should recruit more people."
Helant raised an eyebrow, pulled his hand free from her embrace only to wrap his arm fully around her soft, curvaceous body, pulling her closer. His fingers continued to idly grope and squeeze her breast, thumb brushing over her hard nipple. "That is only the first reason. What is the second?"
He was not blaming her. Albedo handled matters with care and obedience.
Even if she had not mentioned the maid corps, he would have accepted them sooner or later. Having Albedo, the main wife, take the initiative now was just right.
"The second reason is that Helant San's charm is too strong. Every time you go out, you attract wildflowers, so I thought wildflowers cannot compare to the fragrance of cultivated ones."
In the background, wet, lewd sounds filled the air—gwack… gwack… slurp… gluck—the rhythmic, sloppy noises of Renner's mouth working diligently between Helant's legs. Her soft lips were stretched wide around his thick cock, her tongue swirling and licking along the underside as she bobbed her head.
Those ordinary women outside could never compare to those carefully created by the Supreme Beings.
"If you think wildflowers are not fragrant, then what about her?" Helant gestured forward with his chin.
Renner raised her head for a moment, revealing a sweet, innocent smile, her lips glistening with saliva and precum, her eyes filled with pure happiness and devotion.
One of her small hands was gently fondling and massaging his heavy balls, rolling them tenderly while her other hand stroked the base of his shaft.
Albedo puffed out her fair cheeks as she sat on the sofa, her delicate body forming a graceful curve. She tapped Renner's head lightly with her finger, then firmly pushed her head back down. "Renner is one of the rare wildflowers who possesses both ability and beauty~"
With Albedo's guidance, Renner's mouth sank deeper, taking more of Helant's length until the head of his cock pressed against the back of her throat.
Gluck—! A wet, choking sound escaped as Albedo held her there for a moment, making the girl deepthroat him properly.
"Very good. I like this kind of wildflower." Helant reclined lazily on the sofa, his hips twitching slightly as pleasure built rapidly.
He patted Albedo lightly on the head as a form of reward while continuing to squeeze and play with her soft, overflowing breasts with his other hand.
The intense suction, the tight throat, and the gentle massaging of his balls pushed him over the edge. With a low groan, Helant came hard, thick ropes of cum shooting directly into Renner's throat.
She swallowed obediently, not spilling a drop, her eyes watering slightly from the depth but shining with satisfaction.
"Haah.. haah.. haah.. " Renner slowly pulled back after he finished, picking up the glass on the table and taking a sip of water to moisten her throat, easing the numbness in her lips and the slight ache in her jaw.
He said he likes me.
Albedo looked at Renner with approval and praised inwardly, Sensible.
Helant narrowed his eyes in comfort and said casually, "Keep it up. I added vitality magic. It has remarkable effects on beauty and physical development."
Renner's eyes lit up with excitement, and she obediently bent down again, her soft lips parting once more as she prepared to continue serving him.
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