Chapter 191: Useful Even When Small (2)
Knowing exactly what to do, Viola was rubbing her lower body against my glans, making me feel incredible pleasure.
With the mixture of the fairies' saliva and precum making my glans slippery, Viola was wrapping her legs around it to maintain balance while shaking her hips. The sight was too seductive for a fairy supposedly unfamiliar with lust, and just watching her was enough to make my glans react, causing her lower body to tremble.
"You have a hole between your legs, right?"
"That's called a pussy, and normally, I would put this inside there."
Hearing my words, Viola looked at the size difference between her pussy and my glans, realizing it wouldn’t fit, and stared at me with disbelief.
"Of course, I’ve only put it inside women who are similar in size to me, not fairies as tiny as you."
"Then... do you want to put it in here now?"
"Of course. That’s why it’s standing so hard."
Upon hearing that, Viola’s movements became even more seductive. She pressed her now sticky, wet pussy closer and began grinding even more intensely.
'Looks like she has a natural talent for being lewd.'
As her legs spread wider, she tried to open her pussy as much as possible, but naturally, something thicker than her entire torso wasn’t going to fit. In the end, all she could do was spread herself open, rubbing her inner walls against my glans, smearing them with precum.
She was rubbing so desperately that it was almost pitiful. Seeing that, I lifted Viola up and placed my fingers against her crotch.
As I moved my fingers, my precum mixed with the love juices Viola was releasing, creating a lewd, wet sound. If she were human-sized, the sheer amount of fluid she was leaking would’ve pooled on the ground.
Humans also have differences in their vaginal moisture—some are dry, while others produce a lot. It’s commonly said that the ones who produce more are usually more lascivious and better at sex.
If that were true, then Viola must be a once-in-a-century sex prodigy… if only the size difference weren’t a problem.
I hadn’t even rubbed her much, yet Viola squirted as she climaxed, collapsing limply onto my hand. Even though I wasn’t fully satisfied yet, I had no choice but to let her go.
If Maggie was sweet and Laz was refreshing, Viola’s love juices were on the bitter side.
I thought maybe it was because they mixed with my precum, but even when I directly licked the fresh nectar straight from her pussy, it still had a slightly bitter taste—like chewing on flower petals and getting that grassy flavor.
Of course, even if it was bitter, it was the kind of bitterness that was pleasantly rich. If someone told me to suck on it, I’d do it eagerly.
After making the three fairies feel good, my body signaled its own desire again. I lowered Laz and Viola from my chest, grabbed Maggie, and placed her on the ground as well before positioning my glans in front of them.
Knowing that I was about to cum, Maggie spread her arms wide in excitement, ready to receive it. Laz and Viola didn’t fully understand what was about to happen, but they still looked up expectantly, their faces close together.
With high pressure, thick semen burst out, covering the fairies’ faces in sticky white fluid.
"Ack! What is this?! It’s hot!"
Laz flailed her hands, shocked by the sudden shower of semen, while Viola, her face drenched, felt it slide down her body, dripping between her legs. Her expression melted into one of pleasure.
"How is it? Doesn’t the smell seem strange?"
"Ugh... The smell is so strong it stings my nose! And it’s way too sticky..."
Maggie, excited, was asking for their impressions of the cum, while Laz grumbled as she wiped the sticky fluid off her face. Meanwhile, Viola was absentmindedly touching her thighs, seemingly trying to push the semen inside her with her fingers.
"But if you keep smelling it, doesn’t it start to feel familiar?"
"It kind of smells like night-blooming flowers... It might be a bit addictive."
I hadn’t made the three innocent fairies my women… but I had dirtied them, teaching them about lust. That alone gave me a twisted sense of satisfaction.
Laz was the first to react, raising the pink, antenna-like strands of her hair and grabbing my hand.
'I wasn’t lying to Maggie, after all.'
After covering the three fairies in semen, they had started clinging to me even more.
Maggie was always affectionate, so there wasn’t a noticeable difference with her. But Viola, who was now hanging onto the back of my neck, was rubbing her body against me as if masturbating. Even Laz, who previously avoided getting too close and watched me cautiously when others approached, was now willingly holding my hand and pulling me forward.
'Sex really is the fastest way for men and women to get closer.'
Of course, this wasn’t real sex—just something similar. Still, we had mixed bodily fluids and shared intimate contact, making us feel closer.
Now comfortable with physical touch, the fairies took turns guiding our path while the others gave directions from my ears instead of flying.
"Why? Do we have to?"
Maggie’s innocent response left me at a loss for words.
"Walking is more comfortable than flying, but if we don’t fly, we can’t move fast. Our wings also get heavy when wet with dew, so we have no choice but to fly. But if we didn’t have to, we wouldn’t bother."
Like pigeons in the capital growing fat from being fed by people, it seemed the same logic applied here—they had no reason to fly anymore.
Following Laz’s guidance, I stepped into the thicket, and the two fairies who had been sitting on my shoulders simultaneously took to the sky.
Indeed, instead of the thick, heavy humidity of mist, I could sense the crisp, cool mana of fresh water nearby, indicating the presence of a proper water source.
'Ugh… But why does the undergrowth feel like it's getting denser?'
As if protecting the lake, the bushes that had initially only reached my waist gradually rose to my shoulders the more I walked. Before I knew it, I was completely engulfed by the thick foliage.
'Wait a second. This isn’t just thick undergrowth…'
Looking closely, leaves had attached themselves to my entire body, hindering my movements. The dewdrops on these leaves were saturated with an immense amount of mana, pressing down on me with incredible force.
Like being crushed under a massive weight, the overwhelming mana within the dew clung to my body, making it hard to breathe and even causing nausea. My mana circuits instinctively activated to block the influx, but since this wasn't a hostile attack, rather a restorative mist, I couldn't properly defend against it.
I fell to my knees, gasping for breath as the highly concentrated mana flooded my body. Under normal circumstances, I would never be able to absorb such a massive amount of mana at once, but now, it was forcefully condensing inside me, leaving me unable to focus.
My mana circuits burned as they overworked to handle the excessive input, and my body was becoming hypersensitive due to the overwhelming energy surge.
Just as an excessive dose of medicine turns into poison, the mana I couldn't handle was now a lethal burden, scorching my body from within. At this rate, I would either explode from an overload of mana or burn out from my circuits collapsing. With no other choice, I reached for my strap and activated my Mana Saver.
At maximum output, the Mana Saver dispersed the surrounding mist, but though the mist itself vanished, the concentrated mana within remained. In fact, it clung to the blade of the Mana Saver, strengthening it further. Still, at the very least, I was able to regulate the mana entering my body and force some of it out.
Each step I took felt as if my legs were burning.
With my mana circuits over-activated, even the simple act of moving made my feet sink into the ground from the sheer strength enhancement. My entire body was swelling with muscle tension as I desperately tried to suppress it. Finally, I directed the overwhelming mana toward the part of my body most suited for expulsion—my genitals.
For the first time ever, I redirected mana straight into my reproductive system. Normally, the core of my mana circuits was in my lower abdomen, passively strengthening my stamina. But now, I forcefully restructured my circuits, pushing mana directly into my penis, reshaping its internal composition.
Through the unbearable burning pain surging from the base to the tip, I successfully formed a mana circuit within my glans. The moment I did, my member, naturally designed for expelling fluids, began to uncontrollably leak mana, forcefully releasing the excess energy that was overwhelming me.
Gaining some control, I swung my Mana Saver, burning away the thick undergrowth, and finally managed to escape from the mana-saturated forest.
The moment I stepped out of the thicket, the crisp air from the lake wrapped around me, washing away the suffocating, sticky mana that had been consuming me. My circuits, which had been burning uncontrollably, finally responded to my will, and I was able to suppress them into dormancy.
"Huff... Huff... Huff..."
As the dew evaporated from my skin, I collapsed onto the ground, my body instinctively drawn toward the lake.
With my mana circuits severely overloaded, I needed a cooling agent to stabilize them. My body, acting on pure survival instinct, lunged toward the water.
"Wait! Don’t go in th—"
The fairies’ frantic warnings reached my ears, but survival came first.
The moment my body submerged in the cool water, the searing pain across my entire body vanished in an instant. As I drifted deeper into the lake, untouched by sunlight, I noticed something—massive, ancient pillars rising from the abyss below.
The tale of the Fairy’s Sword.
It was a contract between the ancient gods and humanity, witnessed by the Fairy Queen herself. To ensure the sword wouldn’t be misused, she sealed it away in her own domain.
She submerged it in the depths of this very lake, surrounding it with seeds gifted by the elves and an intricate web of mana from various worlds, forming an impenetrable barrier. The outermost layer was a vast forest, grown by fairies planting seeds one by one.
Lastly, to ensure no one could find this place by accident, they cloaked it in a dense mist, embedding the entire forest into a subspace. Without the guidance of fairies, no one could reach it.
This place… was the Misty Forest.
Thanks to the purifying waters sealing the Fairy’s Sword, I survived. Dragging my soaked body onto the shore, I gasped for breath.
"Are you okay, friend?"
"You’re not hurt, are you?"
"That lake is dangerous! You could’ve died!"
Hearing the fairies’ concerned voices, I raised a reassuring hand, took a deep breath, and shared what I had seen.
"The Fairy’s Sword… it was supposed to be resting on an altar deep inside the lake, right?"
"Yeah! It’s an incredibly beautiful sword."
"To us, it’s practically the size of a building."
"Then it’s already been stolen."
There was an altar, but the Fairy’s Sword was nowhere to be seen.