"What's this?"
Every time I make liquor, I get jewels as payment, but sometimes there are things mixed in that I just don't understand.
A round, rainbow-colored sphere.
When you shine light on it, it glows with rainbow colors. It's beautiful.
Every time, the dwarf king hands them over without saying anything, so I don't even know what they are.
When I need money I go to a jeweler to cash them in, but—
"Even if I don't sell it because it'd be a waste—"
I should at least get it appraised.
For now, I went to the dwarves and, as usual, got dragged straight to the sake cellar.
"Before that, appraisal~"
I showed it to Trib, the dwarf I'm always indebted to, and—
"Oh? Isn't that the 'Prismatic Presentation'?"
Trib said, looking surprised.
"You know it? I got it from the king."
"Hoh. That jewel itself probably doesn't have a price."
"Really?" Is it that common?
"Because there's only one in the world."
I nearly spat out my drink.
"To begin with, we don't even know what it's made of. If we don't know the material, we can't put a price on it. That's it."
Well, that's straightforward, I guess.
"Maybe magic would tell you."
After returning from the dwarf country, I showed it to Ms. Aevael.
I don't know any wizards who appraise tools, but I figured Aevael would know someone, so I asked her.
"…Th-This… isn't this the Prismatic Presentation?"
Aevael said, her face pale.
Everyone knows it? Is it that famous?
"How did you… ah, right. You got it from the dwarves?"
"Yes. I wanted to know what it is. The dwarves don't know either, apparently."
Aevael let out a long sigh.
"The Prismatic Presentation. It's a magic item created by the great mage Haarukemaasu."
I see, I see.
"Its effect is said to be a mystery. Haarukemaasu used a more advanced version of my creation magic and put his all into making it. It's an outrageous item."
"…Then why do the dwarves have it? And why did the dwarf king give it to me?"
Aevael brushed her hair back.
"There's a thin line between genius and fool."
Huh?
"Haarukemaasu was a genius. A great genius. But he loved gambling to the point you'd think he was insane."
Haa.
"The dwarf king at the time was also a gambling maniac. The two of them wagered outrageous things. Haarukemaasu bet his magnum opus, the Prismatic Presentation. The dwarf king bet his throne."
"Huh!?"
The dwarf king at the time—were you grinning?
"The king won that gamble. That's why it's famous among dwarves. But what mattered was 'winning the gamble.' The prize itself wasn't studied."
"So the mage didn't explain it?"
"Haarukemaasu was so bitter about losing that huge gamble that he cut all ties with the dwarf king after that. He even slammed the Prismatic Presentation onto the ground when he handed it over. So the dwarves probably just thought, 'It can't be that big a deal.'"
No, no, no—
"Why did that gamble even happen?"
One side bets his throne, the other bets some mysterious jewel.
"It's simple. Haarukemaasu had no intention of becoming king. It was a farce from the start. The whole thing was just a pretext: 'Throne vs. Magnum Opus.' It was only a prop to make the gamble exciting. So the fact that Haarukemaasu called it his 'magnum opus' was enough."
Seriously…
"Still, it was the spoils from a nation-level bet. I thought the dwarves would never let it go…"
Aevael carefully picked it up.
"I know an appraisal mage. Let's call them."
The appraiser was male, and, how do I put it, he looked exactly like an appraiser you'd see in a fantasy story.
Huh? Redundant? No, but that's what he was like. He even wore a weirdly shaped hat.
"…Unbelievable. The Prismatic Presentation, no doubt."
After chanting something, his hands were trembling.
"I was certain of its authenticity from the start. What matters is the effect. The effect of this is…"
Aevael pressed him, and the appraiser swallowed hard.
"…Hard to believe, but I trust my magic. The magic appraisal revealed this: it's a catalyst for age manipulation."
Aevael's face froze.
"Age manipulation, exactly. If you strike it with magic power, that power comes back. Look closely at the orb. There's ancient magic script written in places. By striking specific points with magic power, age can be raised or lowered at will. Truly a magnum opus. This…"
After a stunned silence, the appraiser said,
"If this were made public, it would start a war."
The three of us kept discussing, but the conclusion was immediate.
Aevael said,
"…This depends on the owner, but you're smart, so you should understand. Making it public is bad. But staying silent is also difficult."
The appraiser nodded.
"So let's become accomplices. We'll arrange for convenient use of it."
"..." The appraiser silently stared at the jewel, then:
"Understood."
"…Meaning?"
After the appraiser left.
Aevael pressed her breasts against me.
"Hey, hey♡♡♡ Give this to me♡♡♡"
She cutely wiggled her butt too.
"No, no, no."
"It's age manipulation♡ I'll do any age♡♡♡"
I had age-manipulation medicine too, but the side effects were seriously scary.
I'd decided not to release it anymore.
But Aevael is extremely hung up on youth.
She never says it out loud, but I know she's been anxious, wondering if she can get the youth-rejuvenation medicine again.
So, well, it's a timely offer, but—
"Hey, hey♡♡♡ I'll give you service♡♡♡"
Aevael has black hair.
The cabaret club uniform she's wearing now looks like a Japanese high school girl's.
What happens when a girl like that acts spoiled?
"See♡♡♡ Your cock is already hard♡♡♡"
This happened.
"Okay, let's do it like this."
Either way, that Prismatic Presentation is just right.
That's what this is about.
It's not just that I'm being baited by sex!
"Fufufu♡♡♡ You like this kind of thing♡♡♡"
I said it looks like a schoolgirl uniform, but that's just the top.
For the bottom she was wearing pants.
That halves the schoolgirl feel, so I had her put on a skirt.
Perfect! She looks like a schoolgirl!
"Fufufu, you like skirts♡"
By the way, about the panties.
That culture doesn't exist here.
They just tie cloth like a loincloth.
But that's kind of lacking, so I asked my usual tailor to make some prototypes out of silk—not Japanese silk, but I call this world's material that.
She's wearing those.
"I'll service your cock while still wearing them♡♡♡"
Thighjob!
I love penetration too, but doesn't a schoolgirl giving a thighjob feel more real?
It gives me this thrilling sense of immorality.
"Fufufu, it's so hard♡♡♡ I'll serve you diligently♡♡♡"
Through the silk, the feel of her pussy and pubic hair is amazing.
Right. Aevael has thick pubic hair.
A schoolgirl with thick pubic hair. Nice!
"I'm gonna cum like this."
"Yeah♡♡♡ First, shoot it all over me from above♡♡♡"
At the feeling of her pussy and pubic hair through the cloth—
DOGU!!!
"Aaahn♡♡♡"
A huge ejaculation aimed at the silk panties.
"Fufufu♡♡♡ Amazing smell♡♡♡"
Saying that, Aevael made a provocative gesture, took off the panties, opened her mouth wide over the panties that still had cum on them, and—
"Nnnnn♡♡♡"
She put them in her mouth.
She made slurping sounds as she swallowed.
While she did that, she rubbed her now panty-less pussy directly against my cock and started another thighjob.
"Your pubic hair feels good."
"Nnnn♡♡♡♡♡"
Aevael smiled happily.
She probably has some kind of preference about not grooming her body hair.
She looked happy to be praised for it.
"I'm gonna cum again right away."
"Nnnn♡♡♡"
Aevael smiled with the panties still in her mouth.
Then—
DOGU!!!
This time, a massive load tangled into her pubic hair.
"Fufufu♡♡♡ Wonderful♡♡♡ Hey, next is inside…"
The moment Aevael leaned in close—
"!?"
A presence.
"Pardon the interruption during your tryst. It's an emergency."
Suddenly appearing, that woman—
"…T-Teedy Alna."
The summoner who brought me to this world.
But her face showed urgency.
"A dangerous demonic beast has appeared. We need your help, 'M.C.Quu.'"