Chapter 93: Claiming the Sultry, Hopeless Elf!
"Everyone! Are you all safe?!"
The moment they arrived back at the home base, Loki rushed out in a storm.
After going through a familiar and very satisfying sequence of events, she was once again mercilessly slapped into the front gate by Lefiya's sword sheath.
Loki had recently discovered that Lefiya's behavior was becoming more and more like Torajirou Shiro's.
Of course, she meant Lefiya's attitude toward her.
Compared to this Lefiya, who would not even let her touch her body anymore, Loki still preferred the timid little elf from before.
"Loki, I'll come find you later today to update my Falna."
Shiro did not hurry back to his room.
Instead, he crouched down and spoke to Loki, who had slid from the gate to the floor.
Loki shook her slightly dizzy head and said, "Oh, you're actually making an appointment in advance for once? Usually, you just barge in whenever you have time."
Among the Familia, other members needed to make appointments if they wanted Loki to update their Falna.
Shiro was the only exception.
Because of that, whenever Shiro had free time, he would come looking for her to update his status.
The feeling that someone might come and stab her with a needle at any moment was not pleasant.
Now, he had finally discovered his conscience and knew to tell her in advance.
"I should awaken a magic spell in the next two days, so I want to check its effects as soon as possible."
Shiro paused.
"And I'm afraid you'll run off somewhere after drinking, and I won't be able to find you."
That was right.
Shiro had finally gathered enough Valis to buy the grimoire.
In exchange, all the money he had saved in this world over the past two months had vanished like smoke.
After all, a first-class adventurer could buy first-class equipment if they worked hard in the Dungeon for a few days and gritted their teeth.
But aside from the most basic protective gear, Shiro had no need for that kind of equipment.
This time, he chose to pour enough Valis to buy several first-class weapons into a grimoire.
It was all to prepare for any unexpected situations during the War Game against the Freya Familia.
After saying goodbye to Loki, Shiro went to the Guild and exchanged all the magic stones he had accumulated for Valis.
Then he once again visited the shop that sold magic items.
Ding-a-ling—
A crisp doorbell rang.
The shopkeeper poked her head out from behind a large pot to see which customer had arrived.
After seeing Shiro, she looked greatly disappointed.
"Why are you here? I'll say this first, I can't lower the price. If I lower it any further, I might as well send this book back to the auction house."
"I've saved enough money."
Shiro answered concisely.
He understood why the shopkeeper made that expression when she saw him.
She simply thought he was saving up to buy the grimoire, so he had no money to buy anything else.
And with such a short amount of time, there was no way this rookie from the Loki Familia could have saved enough money for a grimoire.
In her mind, Shiro must have come to bargain because the book was too expensive.
Shiro threw a large box of Valis onto the counter.
Then he took the book, Magic Even Goblins Can Learn, from the shelf and asked the shopkeeper.
"Do you need to count the money?"
"Ah, oh, oh, no need! Please come again next time!"
The shopkeeper stared wide-eyed at the box of Valis that nearly blinded her.
Her attitude toward Shiro instantly became enthusiastic.
Shiro ignored the way she looked at him like a fat sheep.
He took the book and prepared to return to the Familia.
Likewise, he was also very much looking forward to what kind of magic he would awaken this time.
...
"Huh, Ryuu?"
While walking through the streets of Orario with the grimoire in hand, Shiro noticed someone he knew.
"Eh? Shi— I mean, Shiro-san. Why are you here? And how are the members of your Familia?"
The girl seemed a little flustered because of Shiro's sudden greeting.
She could not even bring herself to meet his eyes.
Shiro raised the grimoire in his hand and said, "Thanks to your medicine, our expedition finally ended safely. I came by to buy something on the way."
"Ahaha, then congratulations... If there's nothing else, I'll be going first..."
Ryuu seemed like she wanted to escape this place as quickly as possible.
The bag filled with ingredients was still on the ground, but she began running toward the tavern with her arms and legs moving in the same direction.
"Ouch."
However, Miss Ryuu, who was using this walking style for the first time, clearly had not mastered her balance.
After only a few steps, she fell on the empty ground.
Under Shiro's gaze, Ryuu lay flat on the ground without moving.
He even faintly saw steam rising from her head.
"Are you okay...?"
Shiro reached out to help her up.
Unexpectedly, Ryuu displayed unprecedented agility at that moment.
She sprang up from the ground in an instant and retreated five steps away from him, then looked at him as if nothing had happened.
At that moment, Anya, who had come out to look for Ryuu, appeared from around the corner of the alley.
After seeing this scene, she immediately shrank back, leaving only her tail outside, swaying back and forth.
"Oh! Ryuu is here, nya! Judging from Ryuu's reaction, could Shiro-san be..."
"Aaaaaah! Please come with me for a moment!"
Anya's muttering from a distance naturally could not be hidden from the two Level 4s in front of her.
Before Anya could call even more people over to watch them, Ryuu stretched out her soft white hand, grabbed Shiro, and dragged him into her own room.
"Phew~ Now it's safe here..."
Ryuu wiped the cold sweat on her forehead from nervousness and leaned against the door of the room.
"Um... is this Ryuu's room...?"
"Eh?"
Only then did Ryuu realize it.
Because she had been afraid that everyone in the tavern would surround her and Shiro, she had subconsciously dragged him into her own room.
Wait!
Was this not the same as confessing her feelings to him?!
Wasn't this something that should only happen at the fifth stage?!
Ryuu's face flushed red, and she fell into silence.
Shiro, meanwhile, instinctively looked around the room.
It did not have the girlish feeling he had imagined.
Ryuu's room was organized neatly, and the only thing out of place was probably the white clothing she had changed out of earlier, sitting inside a bucket.
White clothing?
Shiro focused his eyes and looked closer.
That thing should be what he thought it was.
The room was filled with an ambiguous, suggestive atmosphere.
At this moment, the elven girl's sense of shame had already reached its limit.
Ryuu began brainstorming at the speed of light in her mind.
He looked good, and he was strong.
He had risen to Level 4 in two months, something even she, who had once been called a genius, could not do.
He had also promised that when he gained the ability, he would revive her former companions.
And—
She looked into Shiro's golden pupils and felt the violent pounding in her chest.
Ryuu clenched both hands and stepped toward Shiro on her long, trained legs.
The closer she got to him, the harder it became to calm her heartbeat.
She wanted to run away from this place.
But she could not run!
How could she run at a time like this?
She was not a hopeless elf!
When she was only one step away from Shiro, Ryuu finally made up her mind.
Her pale hand brushed past his head and wrapped around his neck, gently pulling his head down.
At that moment, Shiro saw Ryuu close her eyes.
Her eyelashes trembled slightly from the nervousness in her heart.
In the next instant, their lips met.
It was a clumsy, trembling press of flesh, soft and unsure. The clumsy elf relied on what she had heard from other adventurers and awkwardly tried to take what she wanted. Her lips were cool and tasted faintly of the mint tea she must have been drinking. Ryuu used this method to force herself past the barrier formed by her own embarrassment.
A gentle, nature-like scent—like crushed pine needles after rain and clean linen—reached the tip of his nose.
At that moment, the string called reason snapped.
Only the flame called desire burned fiercely.
When Ryuu let go and stepped back with a flushed face, he picked her up in one motion, his hands locking firmly under her thighs, lifting her effortlessly.
"Eh?! Wait! This is too fast! At least start from..."
Before Ryuu could finish speaking, Shiro carried her the few steps to her neatly made bed and laid her down upon it.
He followed her down instantly, his heavy, muscular weight pinning her gently to the mattress. The sudden shift to the soft sheets made Ryuu's breath hitch under his frame.
She lay beneath him, her long, trained legs slightly parted under the green above-the-knee dress of her waitress outfit. Her heart hammered against her ribs like a trapped bird as she looked up into his striking golden eyes.
Those eyes shone with a mixture of intense focus and fierce determination, causing a poignant memory to surface in her mind. She remembered his solemn promise to her.
I will revive your companions when I gain the ability.
Alise, Kaguya, Lyra—all the faces of her fallen family in the Astraea Familia flashed before her mind's eye. Shiro was a prodigy who had reached Level 4 in a mere two months, an unprecedented anomaly in the history of Orario.
If anyone possessed the potential to overturn the very laws of life and death, she knew it was him. A quiet, desperate determination settled deep within her chest, completely overriding her trembling hesitation.
If she had to bind him to her to ensure he would never forget his promise, she would offer him everything. She would tether his determination using the only thing she had left entirely to herself—her own body.
"Shiro-san…" she whispered, her voice shaking but her gaze finally locking onto his.
He didn't answer with words. Instead, he leaned down and kissed her again, much deeper this time.
His lips were warm, pressing against her cool, mint-tasted mouth with a slow, deliberate pressure. His tongue gently traced the seam of her closed lips, coaxing and patient, until a soft sigh escaped her throat.
The moment she gasped, he slid inside, his tongue tangling with hers in a slow, wet rhythm.
Smooch.
Slurp.
Ryuu's delicate toes, trapped inside her short brown ankle boots, curled tightly together from a rush of pure embarrassment. Her pale hands slowly curled into the fabric of his clothes, feeling the rigid, well-trained lines of his chest muscles beneath.
Shiro felt a deep surge of masculine pride swelling in his chest at her compliance. Looking down at the legendary 'Gale', a beautiful, notoriously untouchable elven adventurer who was now entirely yielding beneath him, sent an intoxicating rush through his veins.
Her stoic elegance was completely breaking just for him, and the raw satisfaction of conquering her defenses made his golden eyes burn even brighter. Slowly, gradually, his hands moved down to secure her surrender.
His fingers slid down from her waist, tracing the clean white apron before slipping beneath the hem of her green tunic dress. He worked his way past the smooth barrier of her black leggings, his warm palms sliding underneath the fabric to stroke the bare, smooth skin of her thighs and stomach.
The contrast of his slightly calloused palm against her ultra-smooth, pale skin made her abdominal muscles jump under his touch.
"Shiro… san…" she breathed against his mouth, her voice a fragile, hesitant thread as his fingers climbed higher.
"Just Shiro," he murmured, his lips trailing away from her mouth, moving along the elegant, pale line of her jaw toward the sensitive skin just below her pointed elf ear.
He nipped the soft flesh with a gentle, teasing pressure.
Chomp.
"Aaah…"
A soft, involuntary sound escaped her lips, her pointed ears flushing a deep crimson.
"Or whatever you prefer, Lion…" he whispered against her skin, his adult mind thoroughly amused by her shifting expressions.
The use of that name did not bring fear this time. Instead, a wave of profound, bittersweet nostalgia washed over her, mixing with the intense anticipation building in her belly.
Hearing it from his lips made her feel entirely seen, bridging the gap between the broken adventurer she had been and the woman she was becoming in this room. Shiro's fingers shifted, moving upward to fully expose the beauty she was offering.
He reached the white collar and the front of her uniform, his golden eyes fixed on her face as he unfastened the fabric and parted her long puffed sleeves. He pushed the material aside, revealing the pristine, pale swell of her breasts.
They were modest but beautifully shaped, the nipples a soft, virgin pink, tightening instantly as the cool air of the room hit them. He lowered his head, his tongue flicking over one stiffening peak with agonizing gentleness.
Lick.
"Urgghhh… Sh-Shiro…"
Ryuu arched her back slightly, her fingers tightening into his white hair.
Shiro took his time, his mouth fully enveloping her breast, sucking gently while his hand moved downward to peel the black leggings away from her long, powerful legs.
He pushed her green tavern skirt up past her waist, bunching her clothes around her torso until her lower body lay completely bare to his gaze. Ryuu's breath caught in her throat, and she tried to close her thighs out of a lingering, desperate sense of modesty.
But, Shiro gently wedged his knee between them, parting her legs to expose her most intimate center. Her elven pussy was neat and narrow, surrounded by smooth, hairless, pale skin.
The outer lips were already glistening slightly, a thin sheen of clear, natural moisture coating the pink flesh.
Shiro reached down, his fingers lightly brushing against the outer folds before sliding directly into the hot, slick warmth.
Slick.
Squish.
"Hnnnn…" Ryuu whimpered, burying her burning face into the pillow as his fingers began to stoke her desire.
His fingers moved in a slow, exploratory stroke, discovering how incredibly tight and narrow she was inside. He found her small, swollen clit hidden beneath its hood, rubbing it with a feather-light touch that sent electric jolts through her lower abdomen.
"Please…" she whispered, the words torn from her as her hips unconsciously twitched upward against his hand. "Don't… it feels too strange…"
Shiro withdrew his fingers, replacing his hand with his own weight as he shifted between her spread thighs and adjusted his own clothes.
He freed his thick, rigid length.
His cock was fully erect, a heavy, thick shaft with prominent veins running along the dark skin, leading up to a broad, weeping head that throbbed with his racing pulse.
He pressed the smooth, wet head of his shaft directly against her tight, dripping entrance.
The contrast was stark—his dark, thick, unyielding masculine length resting against her fair, soft, narrow, and delicate elven folds.
He began to push forward, inch by agonizing inch, allowing her body the time to stretch and accommodate him.
Slide.
Ryuu gasped loudly, her back bowing completely off the mattress as her narrow walls were forced to widen around the thick circumference of his cock.
"W-Wait... this is... the tavern dormitory... They'll... hear..." she managed to pant out, her voice cracking with pleasure and anxiety. "Mama Mia… the others… are downstairs…"
"Then Lion has to do her best to hold back," Shiro replied, his voice rough and thick with arousal.
He delivered one final, heavy thrust, burying his entire length completely to the root inside her tight, gripping heat.
Thud.
"Oh! Ahhhh!"
He remained still for a long moment, letting her internal muscles adapt to his size.
A sharp, stinging heat bloomed deep within her, and a few bright drops of blood began to drip onto the white sheets beneath them, the unmistakable symbol of her very first time.
Shiro leaned down, capturing her lips in a deep, reassuring kiss to melt away her pain, his tongue sweeping into her mouth with hungry, wet strokes.
Smooch.
Slurp.
Ryuu's pussy clenched frantically around his shaft, pulsing and contracting in tight, fluttering waves that tried to milk him.
Shiro let out a low growl, his golden eyes darkening as he began to move in a slow, deep, punishing rhythm.
Creak.
Creak.
Each time he withdrew, he pulled out almost completely, only to plunge back into her wet depths with an unyielding force.
His hands became wilder, greedily reaching around her waist to squeeze and fold the pale flesh of her round ass, lifting her hips to meet each thrust.
He also reached up with his other hand, roughly folding and molding her pale breast, squeezing the soft flesh as his thumb repeatedly flicked the sensitive nipple.
The friction of his thick shaft sliding against her slick, tight walls created a wet, rhythmic sound that echoed softly in the quiet room.
"Lion…you're beautiful…"
Splat.
Smack.
Smack.
Ryuu's stoic nature was completely shattered, her green hair falling wildly across the pillow as she turned her head from side to side.
He leaned down again, cutting off her loud moans by smashing his mouth against hers, forcing another intense, deep kiss that tasted of hot gasps and mint.
Smooch.
"Using... that name... at a time like this... is too... unfair..." she panted against his lips, her voice broken into ragged gasps as his heavy thrusts jolted her entire body up the bed.
Shiro picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming harder and more aggressive. He grabbed one of her long, toned legs, lifting it and hooking her knee over his flank to open her up even further. The new angle allowed him to drive directly against her deepest, most sensitive spot.
As the minutes dragged on, the sheer difference in their endurance became glaringly obvious.
Even though Ryuu was a seasoned adventurer, Shiro's abnormal growth and monstrous physical stamina kept him completely untired. He maintained his brutal, unrelenting pace without showing a single sign of slowing down.
He relentlessly drove into her core while Ryuu's breathing grew increasingly ragged and her energy began to deplete entirely under his superior stamina.
Thump.
Squilch.
"Ah! Ah! Too deep! Shiro, it's—ahhh! I'm melting!"
The continuous, heavy friction within her narrow canal was pushing her rapidly toward the brink.
Shiro reached down between their glistening, joined bodies, his thumb finding her highly sensitive clit and rubbing it with firm, relentless circles.
Squish.
The overwhelming dual sensation of his thick cock relentlessly stretching her inside while his thumb intensely stimulated her clit was too much for the elven adventurer to endure.
Her internal walls clamped down on him like a vice, contracting in violent, rhythmic spasms.
"I'm—I'm going! Shiro! Aaahhhhh!"
With a final, loud shriek that she couldn't hold back, Ryuu shattered completely.
Her intense orgasm ripped through her body in waves, her pussy pulsing frantically around his length, pulling him in even deeper.
Squeeze.
Despite her climax completely draining the last of her remaining strength, Shiro's stamina remained completely unyielding. He didn't stop, continuing his heavy, powerful thrusts right through the waves of her orgasm.
He thoroughly enjoyed the tight, pulsing grip of her walls until the sheer, overpowering sensation finally dragged him over the edge too. With a dark, guttural groan, he delivered one last, deep plunge, burying his cock as far as it could go into her pulsing core.
Plunge.
His body shuddered violently as his climax took over, a thick, hot torrent of his seed spurting deep inside her, filling her completely.
Then, they lay there together for several long minutes, their chests heaving, sweat-slicked bodies joined as the chaotic heat gradually began to settle.
The setting sun sank into an orange sea.
Torajirou Shiro reached out and pulled the blanket over Ryuu's fragrant shoulder, covering the faint red marks left exposed.
Ryuu seemed to sense something, her nose twitching slightly before she turned over and continued sleeping.
…
After several suppressed sounds, the girl's tense body relaxed.
She leaned against the pillow and sank into deep sleep, a faint, sated smile on her lips, utterly claimed and peaceful.
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