**[Day 5 of Abstinence]**
"Seriously, dude…"
A giant close-up of the penguin's face filled my vision the moment I opened my eyes.
"I'm really, really sorry…"
Four days in a row. Four straight days of failure. Even I had to admit this was getting ridiculous.
"Penguin-kun, I actually came up with a plan this time."
"Oh? Let's hear it."
"I'll just declare it to all the girls in the store."
The core issue was simple: none of the women around me knew about my abstinence challenge, so they kept accidentally tempting me into situations that ended with me buried balls-deep inside them.
"I hope that works…" The penguin flapped his flippers (wings? whatever) skeptically. "But listen up—if you fail one more time, I'm dragging you away without discussion and making you fuck in dragon form. Got it?"
Fucking a dragon? There was no way I'd get hard for that. Still, four consecutive failures were unacceptable.
The question was how to explain it without sounding weird. Announcing "I'm not having sex" felt awkward as hell.
I went to consult Jelahagdome-san.
"No, just say you're exhausted from too much sex and need a full week of rest. That should do it."
"Isn't that kind of strange to announce?"
"Don't worry. If a normal guy said it, yeah, it'd be weird. But you're already weird, so it'll be fine."
When I made the announcement inside the mansion, the girls accepted it surprisingly easily.
"Ah, that makes sense."
"Yeah, with how many of us you've already knocked up, it's no wonder you need a break."
Everyone understood immediately. Crisis averted—for now.
Today's work was all with male clients anyway. We were consulting about the high-class restaurant.
"The space has expanded, and we can finally handle reservations properly."
Koiche's old spot had been relocated to the new building, after all.
"We'd like to create VIP rooms for important guests."
The restaurant had become quite popular. Nobles were starting to use it as a social venue, which meant they needed private, isolated rooms for discreet conversations.
"But where should we build them?"
The area where Koiche used to work was now filled with regular tables.
"The ceiling in this mansion is quite high even though it's only one story," the manager pointed out.
Wait… did that mean…?
"Could we perhaps build them above the kitchen area? Like a mezzanine?"
"I'll ask the dwarves."
I brought the usual dwarf crew in for consultation.
"Wood's the only option, but it'll take time," one grumbled.
Yeah, figured.
"And if we build over the kitchen, we can't work down there while construction's going on."
Exactly as I thought. Wasn't there some kind of magic solution?
"Underground would be easy with magic."
Underground was apparently no problem at all.
"I'll go check it out tomorrow."
For today, I headed to the dwarf kingdom to help with sake brewing—and decided to stay overnight. If I was surrounded by drunk dwarves, there was no way I'd end up having sex.
…Or so I thought.
"No matter how much we brew, it never ends!"
Every time I showed up, an instant banquet started. The pace at which the alcohol disappeared was insane.
But before the drinking really kicked off, the dwarf king had bowed his head and said something that stuck with me:
"Dwarves don't starve if there's alcohol. Diseases heal, and suicide doesn't exist among our kind. Without alcohol, however, starvation, illness, and suicide appear. In the year since you started coming here, deaths from anything other than accidents or old age have dropped to zero. We are truly grateful."
After hearing that, how could I refuse?
I ended up brewing sake until I was completely wasted late into the night.
**[Day 6 of Abstinence]**
"I did it! I actually managed a full day of abstinence!"
Congratulations to me! I'm amazing!
On the desk in my room was a handwritten note:
『Well done.』
Accompanied by a ridiculously well-drawn portrait of an emperor penguin.
It was actually really good.
Alright! Keeping this momentum, today would be another success!
I took the dwarves to the high-class restaurant to check the underground VIP room.
"…An underground room, huh…"
No one seemed able to picture it as a luxurious VIP space—including me.
Almar-san's older sister was there too.
"Don't worry, I can restore everything later. Let's just try it."
It was over in moments.
With a few gestures of her earth magic, a spacious underground chamber took shape. Then she worked on the walls.
"Whoa!"
Everyone gasped.
The walls sparkled brilliantly—gaudy, shiny, almost blinding.
"It's magically synthesized metal, so it has no real material value," she explained.
It was all for show, but the clients loved it.
"This is perfect for a VIP space!"
From my perspective it looked tacky as hell, but apparently this was exactly what nobles wanted in a private room. We decided to go with it.
After that, I inspected Koiche's new store. Even though it had moved farther away, customers hadn't dropped off. The new private rooms were especially popular.
"Thanks to you, business is going smoothly!" Koiche beamed.
Good. Everything was going well.
That night I worked at the soba shop with Reiza. No major troubles. The hot weather made chilled somen with crushed ice fly off the shelves.
Reiza headed back to the mansion early. I stayed behind to clean up.
Feeling satisfied with a productive day, I decided to sleep on the second floor of the shop.
**[Day 7 of Abstinence]**
"I can do it when I try!"
Two whole days without sex! I'm incredible!
Another note waited on my desk:
『Just five more days. Keep it up.』
This time it featured a surprisingly detailed drawing of a sea otter, with the words written in cheerful handwriting.
Thanks to my announcement, everyone was being considerate. No temptations appeared all day. I was surprisingly busy running around the city anyway, so the hours flew by.
Night fell again, and I returned to the soba shop. Once more, no one was around.
"Awesome! Another clear day!"
Grinning like an idiot, I lay down on the futon.
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"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh♡♡♡♡♡♡"
The Elf Princess was right in front of me.
That couldn't be real. She wasn't the type to appear in a situation like this. This had to be a dream.
In the dream, the elegant, silver-haired Elf Princess was masturbating.
But the dream felt strangely off.
I could see her body clearly, yet somehow I was experiencing everything as if I were inside her—feeling every sensation directly.
(Yeah… definitely a dream…)
I had no idea what female masturbation felt like, but this pleasure was nothing like the sharp release I knew as a man. It was deeper, slower, like molten magma rising from the very core of my chest, spreading through every vein in slow, throbbing waves.
Only then did I realize—this wasn't ordinary masturbation.
Vines—thick, living tentacles of ivy—were controlling her hands. They had wrapped around her wrists, her fingers, even extending to the tips, forcing her body to move against her will while she accepted every second of it with an entranced, blissful expression.
More vines slithered across her flawless pale skin. They weren't just teasing her nipples or pussy; every inch of her body was being caressed, stroked, and worshipped. The sensation was overwhelming.
A large, tulip-like flower undulated in front of her spread legs, its petals glistening with nectar.
The flower pressed itself against her dripping slit.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh♡♡♡♡♡♡"
Something thick and tentacle-like burst from the center of the flower and pushed inside her.
The moment it entered, the tentacle began writhing wildly, twisting, thrusting, rubbing every sensitive ridge inside her pussy. The pleasure was alien, intense, and completely different from anything a human cock could provide.
'Feels so goooooood♡♡♡♡♡♡'
The Elf Princess screamed in ecstasy, her voice hoarse and shameless.
This wasn't rape. In the dream logic, it felt completely natural—like some kind of high-class Elf-style masturbation ritual. She was willingly surrendering to the tentacles, her hips rolling to meet every thrust.
More vines joined in. They wrapped around her large, soft breasts, squeezing and kneading them roughly. Tiny vines with leaf-like tips flicked and slapped at her swollen nipples.
*Slap! Slap! Slap!*
The leafy tips whipped across her sensitive buds, making her tits jiggle and her back arch violently.
'More♡♡♡ Slap my slutty elf tits harder♡♡♡ Even a proud princess like me is just a tentacle-addicted whore in heat♡♡♡'
A thick vine suddenly lashed across her face—*SMACK!*—leaving a red mark on her perfect cheek. Her golden eyes rolled back, a string of drool flying from her open mouth as another powerful wave of pleasure crashed through her.
'Again♡♡♡ Slap your filthy princess's face while the tentacles ruin my royal cunt♡♡♡ I'm supposed to be elegant, but look at me—begging for tentacles like a cheap brothel slut♡♡♡'
The main tentacle inside her thickened, sprouting smaller tendrils that rubbed directly against her g-spot and cervix. At the same time, a thinner vine forced its way into her ass, wriggling deep while another wrapped around her clit and vibrated rapidly.
Her entire body was enveloped in pleasure. Vines stroked her thighs, slapped her ass cheeks with wet *smacks*, pinched her nipples until milk-white sap leaked from the tips (even though she wasn't pregnant—it was pure dream logic), and kept slapping her flushed face repeatedly.
*SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!*
Each slap made her pussy clench violently around the invading tentacles.
'I'm cumming♡♡♡ I'm cumming from being slapped and violated by plants like a worthless elf whore♡♡♡♡♡ My royal womb is melting♡♡♡ The tentacles are stirring my insides so deep♡♡♡ Harder♡ Slap me harder while they fuck me senseless♡♡♡'
The flower-tentacle suddenly swelled and began pumping something thick and warm into her. It wasn't cum exactly—it was a sweet, tingling nectar that made every nerve explode with ecstasy.
The Elf Princess—me, in the dream—thrashed wildly, screaming incoherently as orgasm after orgasm ripped through her body.
'Gonna cum again♡♡♡♡ I'm breaking♡♡♡ A proud elf princess is being turned into a tentacle cumdump by her own garden toys♡♡♡♡ Slap my face while I squirt all over the vines♡♡♡ Use me♡ Degrade me♡ Make me forget I was ever royalty♡♡♡'
Vines slapped her cheeks, her breasts, her ass—over and over—while the tentacles inside her pounded mercilessly. Her juices sprayed everywhere, soaking the vines, the flowers, and the ground beneath her.
The pleasure was so intense it felt like her mind was dissolving. Every slap, every thrust, every flick against her clit pushed her higher until she couldn't even form proper words anymore.
'Cumming♡♡♡ Cumming so hard♡♡♡♡ Princess pussy is broken♡♡♡ Tentacles own me now♡♡♡♡♡'
With one final, earth-shattering orgasm, the dream shattered.
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I woke up with a gasp, my body covered in cold sweat—and a very obvious wet spot in my pants.
"…Penguin-kun. This one was force majeure, okay?"
"Yeah, sure."
The penguin was sitting on the desk, calmly writing another note. The sticky sensation between my legs was unmistakable.
"To think you'd have a wet dream after only three days of real abstinence… Well, at your current level, you could probably fuck in dragon form no problem. We'll do the ritual tomorrow, so just hold on one more day."
He hopped down and waddled out.
On the note he left behind was written in big letters:
『What the hell, man?』
Below it was an incredibly detailed drawing of Merry-chan with an angry expression and a speech bubble that read:
『Tentacle play is way too hardcore!』