"This young lady longs for—no, this young lady longs for only one thing! My Lord, please continue the unfinished great ceremony from yesterday!"
Think leaned close to Arthur's ear, exhaling sweetly as she spoke with solemn conviction. "As long as it is what my Lord desires, no matter what it is, I will do my utmost to respond to all of my Lord's requests!"
"Huh?"
Arthur tilted his head.
What happened yesterday? Why don't I remember anything?
At this moment, Think gently stroked her flushed cheeks and looked at Arthur with hopeful eyes.
That expression was abnormal no matter how you looked at it.
But Arthur truly couldn't recall a thing. It didn't feel like he'd done anything particularly out of line yesterday.
Gradually, his gaze toward Think turned strange. Could it be…? Perverts are indeed coquettish, but maybe their customs differ from human norms. It seems possible. If something as simple as beating her up could satisfy her, then fine. Actually, I really want to beat this woman up right now!
"Don't stare at me like that. Even I get embarrassed, you know. Really, I've always acted tough before, but yesterday was the first time you did something like that."
As she said this, Think became even more brazen, pressing her full chest against Arthur again and again.
I have to say, the lewd elf species is frighteningly powerful in this aspect.
That incredible elasticity made Arthur think of Morgan.
But… you asked for this~!
Arthur's expression gradually darkened into something wicked as he silently condensed the Star Sword in his hand.
Feel pain, you pervert!
Just as he was about to strike, Think—utterly oblivious to danger—blushed and murmured, "I thought about it last night and was surprised. I assumed it was a peculiar Werebeast habit, but I didn't expect… Master actually enjoys that kind of play. Of course, I don't mind. If it's Master, then anything is acceptable."
Wait! Something's wrong. What the hell are you talking about?!
For the first time, Arthur felt like an emotional simpleton. He couldn't tell whether Think was M, S, or something else entirely.
No—it wasn't that he didn't understand her words. He understood each word individually, but strung together, they became complete nonsense.
"Um… Miss Think?"
"What is it, Master?" She lowered her head shyly.
"No, I mean—what exactly did we do yesterday?"
"Do you really need me to say it out loud? Honestly, Master, you're so wicked. It was that, that thing!"
"Huh?"
"Just… step on—" Her voice trailed off into an inaudible whisper.
"...I'm leaving now."
"Fine! I'll say it! It's stepping on milk! Stepping on milk!" Think's face flushed as she shouted in frustration.
Oh, I see. Stepping on her chest… Wait, what the hell?!
I don't remember doing something that shameful yesterday!
Do you think I'm a cat?
No, I didn't do that yesterday… Did I? If I call it "just restraining her movements," then it really is different!
Arthur's eyes went dull. He could not accept this.
Still, a hazy memory surfaced of him pinning Think down yesterday.
In other words, it was just about restricting her movements.
Yes, that's it. If blame must be laid, it's on her breasts being too big.
So what does this have to do with me?
"Well… even if I do something like that, I wouldn't… But if Master likes, I could research magic to force it." Think's voice sounded again, this time from below.
Yes, this pervert had already prostrated herself at Arthur's feet, blushing as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Her eyes drifted aside toward a certain white-haired creature that looked like a mix of cat and rabbit, lying there with an expression that screamed do whatever you want.
If you're shy, then don't do this!
This pervert… is absolutely a pervert.
Arthur's mouth twitched as he glanced at Merlin and Merry, both frozen in shock. He felt his reputation was about to collapse.
No, this absolutely cannot continue!
The room fell into an oppressive silence. Against this awkward stillness, the noise outside sounded all the clearer.
"Ah, something's happening outside. I'll go check."
Arthur bolted from the room. Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, Think's shy scream rang out behind him, followed by the roar of a scuffle among three people.
Never mind.
Outside, he quickly saw the source of the commotion—Riku had returned.
For a human without access to the Spirit Corridor, venturing alone for five whole days was reckless in the extreme. The odds of survival were practically a coin flip. Naturally, many had worried about him.
Couronne hovered at his side, fussing noisily with concern.
Riku noticed Arthur emerging, and gave a curt nod in greeting.
But soon, all eyes shifted toward the petite girl beside him.
"What's your name?" Couronne asked gently.
The girl hid behind Riku, speaking timidly: "...Schwi."
Her shy, almost fearful demeanor made it easy to assume this child must have suffered before meeting Riku.
But—
Her body was cold, devoid of life.
A vast reservoir of magic was contained within her frame… No, she wasn't human. She was clearly an elf.
Riku had picked up something remarkable.
And yet, why did this scene feel so familiar?
Arthur frowned.
Riku made no attempt to conceal the truth. He simply nodded, confirming Arthur's suspicion.
As the two exchanged glances, Couronne asked the key question: "Hey, how did Schwi and Riku meet?"
Here it comes.
Couronne, always perceptive, had already sensed something off about Schwi. Her true meaning was clear: What's your purpose in approaching Riku?
But as a machine, Schwi couldn't grasp the subtext. Instead, she replied in her timid voice: "...Schwi… a kiss… and a breeding request… Riku… forced."
Huh?! A powerless human forcing reproduction from a being with vast elven reserves?!
And thus came the question—
From that sentence, who could possibly understand that it was Schwi who requested reproduction from Riku?
Instantly, the entire cave fell into a suffocating silence.
Humans, as social creatures, rely on their peers for survival. To be ostracized is practically a death sentence.
And that's what happened to Riku.
Everyone turned sharp, contemptuous eyes on him.
Even his reputation as a leader held no weight in this moment.
Well, Riku was a boy, and as he grew older, such impulses were inevitable. But no one expected him to be this lustful—targeting a lone girl who looked like a loli, and doing it out in the open, unprotected wilderness?!
Can't wait even a second longer?!
Humans, no matter how desperate, had always placed survival above all. No one had ever stooped to such bestiality.
Riku, as a human being, was disqualified.
So naturally, everyone's gaze shifted to Arthur.
Pervert. They're a couple.
Arthur: "...I can explain."
Riku: "No… it's not what you think."
But to the crowd, their excuses sounded pale and hollow.
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