“Paaaaah!!!”
With her unique, strange scream, Elisha copsed onto the floor like a frog hit by a carriage, looking utterly disheveled. Semen was dripping out from between her spread legs.
“Elisha?”
<em>Smack, smack.</em>
I patted her butt, which had red handprints like maple leaves, but there was no response.
She seemed to have genuinely passed out.
“Huh.”
I exhaled deeply and flopped onto my back.
Even for me, squeezing out four times in a row was tough. My strength was draining away. Of course, I was recovering quickly, so I would be fine soon.
As Iy there, staring at the ceiling, Ca, who had been sucking her fingers waiting for her turn, sat down beside me, her butt touching mine.
“Sorry, Ca. Somehow, you ended up beingst.”
I apologized lightly, suggesting we should have done it together with Elisha, but the response I got waspletely unexpected.
“Eh? It’s okay, Master. You came back to me after going through everyone else, right? That’s enough for me—no, actually, I like it even more thinking that I’m yourst woman.”
What kind of end-of-the-world queen-like mentality is this?
I chuckled to myself and pulled Ca down.
“Kyah~”
With a joyful scream, Ca willingly surrendered her body to my touch.
Is there any need to wait to recover? There’s no one else waiting, so why not take it a bit leisurely?
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After an act that was satisfying, if not enough, to knock her out.
Ca, lookingnguid, carefullyy down beside me. I instinctively stretched out my arm, and she leaned her head on it as if she had been waiting for this. ???о??ЕS
Lying there like that, just breathing, I felt,
<em>Plop.</em>
Ca hugging me from the side.
Her slender arm wrapped around my neck, her soft breasts pressed against my chest, and her legs entwined with mine.
As I was enjoying this pleasant lethargy, Ca, who was clinging to me, whispered softly.
“Master.”
“Yeah.”
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For everything.”
Ca rubbed her cheek against mine and continued.
“When I was first sold to you, I was inplete despair. Sold to someone who looked like a perverted old man, from anyone’s perspective.”
“Ah… I was using a polymorph potion back then.”
Though it was to hide my wealth, even I thought it was a harsh disguise.
“Hehe. Do you know how surprised I was when you removed the disguise? A master who was younger than me and exactly my type!”
“Now that I think about it, Ca, you were quite obsessed with my face back then. You even spent a whole day just staring at it. But it doesn’t seem like that now.”
As I shrugged, Ca tilted her head, looking puzzled.
“I still like your face, Master.”
“Huh? Then why…?”
“I’ve just grown to like other parts of you as well.”
Ca gently stroked my face from forehead to cheek, then pulled me to look at her.
A short kiss followed.
<em>Chup.</em>
“I liked how you changed as you opened up to me bit by bit.”
Back then, I always kept in mind that I was like a treasure goblin.
Someone might notice my inventory contents and approach me. I could be kidnapped for my knowledge and gold, or even if not that, I could be beheaded by an upset noble or high-ranking knight.
Such anxieties were always in the back of my mind, naturally making me keep my guard up.
But after meeting Ca, learning magic, and gaining at least some power, I experienced the soft touch and warmth of a woman, and though it was based on the absolute trust of a master-ve rtionship, I remembered how to trust someone.
For the first time since being dropped into this world, I had a human rtionship.
It would be strange if I hadn’t changed.
But Ca’s words didn’t end there. With the ticklish sensation on my cheek, the whispering continued.
<em>Chup.</em>
“I was really happy when you said you wouldn’t abandon me even if you got other ves or married.”
<em>Chup.</em>
“I was grateful for how you helped Elisha, despite everything.”
<em>Chup.</em>
“It was good to know that a dragon’s blood flows in you, just like my ancestor.”
<em>Chup.</em>
“Oh, and I can’t forget how you willingly epted my dream of reviving the Lindelheit family.”
<em>Chup.</em>
“Even when more charming women than me gathered around you, you always took care of me first. My heart felt like it would burst each time.”
<em>Chup.</em>
“You promised to reveal and resolve the unjust treatment my father and I suffered, and you kept that promise.”
<em>Chup.</em>
“Lastly, when I was too much of a coward to seize the chance to turn everything back to how it was, you carried the name of Lindelheit for me.”
<em>Chup.</em>
“You told me not to worry and just stay by your side. That if I devoted myself to loving you, you would give me everything I ever wanted or hoped for. I don’t know a confession more romantic than that.”
After saying all that, Ca kissed my lips instead of my cheek this time.
Soft touch. Warm breath. Her tongue entered my mouth and entwined with mine, respectful yet full of affection.
After a long kiss, when we were out of breath, Ca pulled away.
With a dreamy look as if intoxicated, she whispered to me.
“Master, Master.”
“Why?”
“I am your Ca.”
“Yeah.”
“And you are my Master.”
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“You’ll remain my Master forever, right?”
“I think I’ve said this before… Even if you say no, I have no intention of letting you go, so be prepared.”
“I know. I just wanted to hear it again.”
Saying this, Ca giggled like the happiest person in the world.
Seeing that, I realized.
It wasn’t just me who had changed. Ca had too.
No, Elisha, Iris, Faye, Iona, Helena, Sri—all had changed.
None of them were the same as when I first met them. They’d changed by meeting me and each other.
Elisha no longer obsessed over proving her worth. She made a yful remark about bing the best if I became the best, but it was just a jest.
Iris had let go of her longing for past glory and her impatience to reach the realm of Archmage. She was now finding happiness as apanion and as a woman, not as the bearer of elven hopes.
Faye, though still dark in personality, no longer despaired or bemoaned her fate. She simply said it was enough that I recognized her.
Iona had finished her revenge. There was no more ghost bound by the past. What remained was just one vampire cautiously stepping into an unseen future.
Helena learned of human love, not just divine love. She, once a devout nun, reimed her life offered to God by bing a saintess.
Sri momentarily shed her duties as a god to confront herself. Her cause no longer shackled her. There’s no rule that says one who saves others cannot be saved.
Thus, everyone had changed a little. It’s natural when lives influence each other by ovepping.
However, one thing that hadn’t changed existed.
It was the affection that weaved and sustained these rtionships, the desire to live happily ever after.
“Ah.”
At that moment, I realized. Magic was like this, too.
Magic could be fire, wind, or an intangible force.
It was called magic because it could transform into anything with imagination and mana.
But no matter what form the magic would take, there was one thing that would never change.
That was my will to enact magic.
Ca oncepared will to mana, but the will I was talking about now was slightly different.
It wasn’t the mana that followed the will but the very desire to do something.
The magic turned into a fireball and burned the target. Then, what defeated the enemy?
The hot heat? Or the difficulty breathing caused by heat and smoke? Perhaps it could be the mana itself at the root of all this.
But all these were wrong. Ultimately, it was my will that burned the opponent.
Because I wanted to burn, the mana ignited; because I wanted to burn, the fireball flew and hit the enemy.
This principle applied to things beyond magic.
If I peeled an apple with a knife, what cut the apple’s skin?
The knife? Or the person holding the knife?
If I gave another knife to someone else and asked them to peel the apple, what made the apple ready to eat?
It was me again. Because I willed it to be so.
Whether I did it myself or had someone else do it, there was no difference.
Everything in the world would change and evolve. But what wouldn’t change over time, what would rather lead the change around it, was always my pure will.
Only will was everything.
The ssification of magic, its attributes,plex forms, understanding of phenomena, and even the minimum required mana, were all just tools to enforce my will in this world.
They were necessary and sometimes important, but they were not the core.
“Ah.”
At that moment of realization, all the experiences I’d umted, the techniques I performed unconsciously during dragonization, and the knowledge I’d diligently learned—all of this in my mind scattered and then coalesced repeatedly.
Not the magic the world spoke of, but the magic I spoke of.
Not magic anyone could use, but magic reassembled for me alone.
Magic. Mana. Will. And me.
Amidst the swirling concepts, a clear standard was established.
And then.
<em>Twitch.</em>
“…”
Why is it getting hard again?