Chapter 208: The Tree That Gives Generously (1)
I started wondering if dryads had holes too.
And once my curiosity gets triggered, I can't hold back until I confirm it.
Creeping... creeping...
"Hey, what are you doing?"
As I reached out toward the dryad, my hand creeping forward, Bella's voice called from behind. I quickly pulled my hand back and switched into observation mode, pretending to admire the village and surrounding trees.
"Just checking out the village."
"You really are a knight. Always thoroughly analyzing your surroundings."
"Yes. It's my duty to guard the party."
Of course, I'd already assessed the village as soon as we arrived. Unless there were magical or elemental facilities, it was just an ordinary setup—trees placed around the edge of the village as obstacles. In emergencies, traps were installed at the base of the trees to knock them over and create temporary barricades.
Beyond that, there were lookout posts with thin threads stretched between treetops. With the elves' eyesight and archery skills, anyone approaching would be riddled with arrows before getting close. And as one got nearer to the village, the trees became so densely packed that large armies would have a hard time moving through.
Of course, if someone tried to exploit those trees by setting a fire and attacking with a forest blaze, the elves had dug irrigation channels from ponds and underground water systems inside the village to act as firebreaks. It looked simple but was actually a meticulously designed defense.
Still, without an active defense force like elf rangers inside, it would just delay the inevitable.
"Bella, you should go rest too. You got ambushed by this tree earlier."
In fact, during the final moments when I hesitated to strike the dryad with my mana saber, mistaking it for an elf ranger, Bella was the one who kicked it down and uprooted it.
"Nah, I just couldn't sit by and hide while you were out risking your life to protect me... hehe."
She laughed awkwardly, and I chuckled in response. For someone like her—a timid rabbit beastkin—to run into a hail of arrows and help during battle took tremendous courage.
I had training to detect and dodge or deflect arrows with my mana saber or dagger, but if Bella got hit in the wrong spot, she could die instantly. So the danger we each faced was on completely different levels.
"Hey, um... those girls... are they yours too?"
She left a lot unsaid, but I got what she meant.
"Yeah. They're family."
"Mm... I thought so."
She'd already seen me in bed with Mollang, so I guess it wasn't too shocking. But still, hearing it from my own mouth must've had some impact.
"But that's okay! I'm your big sister, so I can be generous. You just have to love me as much as you love the others! You know rabbit beastkin can die quietly from loneliness, right?"
She smiled sweetly while saying something terrifying.
"So go do what you need to do. I'll look after the others."
"Thanks."
Actually, Shuru was surprisingly sociable, so with Bella's friendly nature and the fact that they were both beastkin, they'd get along fine. The real concern was Mollang.
'Mollang is super jealous. What if she bullies her...'
Still, since Shuru was also small like her, maybe she felt some kinship... or bonded during their scuffle. Either way, she brought Shuru in on her own.
Well, Mollang can be understanding too... I hope.
"...Is this my chance?"
Bella had gone back inside. Most of the elves were also gone, heading to the village hall to greet Professor Pandel.
This left just me and the dryad, still lying around with its bowstring snapped.
"Ahem."
Clearing my throat, I walked over to the dryad and began slowly admiring its body.
Just in case of retaliation, I checked its arms—those branches shaped like crossbows. The string was starting to grow back, but it would take time.
'Good. That means I have a window of safety.'
Now that I knew its movements were slow and predictable, I could cut its arm or string again if needed. Still, it's better for any threats to be neutralized while I take my time appreciating this fine female form.
'Why does a tree even have tits?'
It looked like someone had purposefully carved a pervy woman out of wood. Apart from the roots extending from its soles into the ground, it was basically humanoid.
'Wait, pointy ears? Is this an elf?'
The ears weren't round like a human's, but sharply pointed. Half-elves like Pandel have slight lobes, but Pai's ears were sharp like horns. This dryad had the same horn-like elf ears.
But elves definitely don't have tits like this. Or a curvy, erotic body. So maybe just the ears were elf-like.
Even more shocking, there were small protrusions like nipples on the chest, with softer bark around them. I gently rubbed them.
'If I rub a little harder, it'll probably come off.'
"...."
Creak...
The dryad tried to back away or push my hand aside, but compared to a human, its movements were slow. There was no stopping my hands from roaming all over its body.
'I remember near the mage knights' training grounds, there was a tree nicknamed the pussy tree, right?'
It had a trunk split at the bottom, and some asshole had carved a hole in the middle, making it look like a giant wooden pussy. The guys would joke about fucking it when bored. Eventually, Owen caught wind and made us chop it down. Especially after Dorm 2 tried to stack it with a dick tree to make a sex sculpture. Bunch of idiots.
Anyway, some trees had naturally lewd shapes, but this dryad wasn't a happy accident. It was blatantly molded to resemble a sexualized woman fused with a tree.
Why the hell does a tree spirit have a belly button, anyway? It's not like it was born from a mother.
'Is it for me to stick my fingers in?'
I poked her navel. It felt smooth, almost artificial like that angel golem, but different. The golem had a slight warmth from internal mechanisms, and its skin (aside from tits and pussy) felt like cool porcelain. This dryad's navel had the texture of finely polished wood grain.
Her toned, flat abs looked alive, so I played with the navel a bit. The dryad tried to cover it with her arm. But that just exposed her full, heavy tits—no, guess I should call them "milk branches."
They spilled into my hands. A satisfying size, but...
'Hmm, hard. Figures.'
They weren't soft or squishy like a real woman's. More like moist, tender wood. The circular pattern where nipples should be was particularly soft, so I used my fingernail to scrape at the left one.
'I think something's... coming out?'
Drip... drip...
A hole formed under my fingernail, and clear liquid started seeping out. Surprised, I instinctively brought my mouth to it and drank.
Slurp... slurp...
Was it sap? Sweet, rich, and refreshing, it quenched my thirst immediately. Not too cold, just the right temperature. I could drink this all day.
"Pwah!"
Once the flow stopped, I moved to the other breast. The dryad desperately tried to cover herself, but I used mana to force her arm away. Then I gently scratched at the right nipple with my teeth, making another hole.
Drip drip...
More sap flowed out, and I drank again. But maybe I had already drained too much, or maybe the dryad was trying to regenerate and block the hole. The second breast was producing less.
"Let's see..."
I tilted her forward like an oak barrel, leaning her against a tree. Her breasts now pointed downward.
"Looks like I'm lining her up for doggy style against a tree."
I stroked her round ass once and slipped under her.
Drip... drip...
Now that her tits were pointing down, gravity pulled the sap through the holes. I buried my face in her chest and started sucking both "milk branches."