Chapter 26: Lana & Leandra Might Be?
Chapter 26: Lana & Leandra Might Be?
The morning sun filtered through the frosted glass of the bathhouse, but its warmth couldn't compare to the steaming water enveloping me. I was utterly spent. Last night had been an absolute nightmare—a grueling, desperate clash against the vile and deceptive Snake Lamia Queen. I had finally slain the monster and banished her soul deep into the recesses of her forgotten temple, but victory had cost me every ounce of my energy. I hadn't slept a single wink.
Sitting on the edge of the tub, Yin Meng and Taki Tsuki cast pitying looks in my direction.
"Yin Meng, stop squirming," Taki chided softly, her dark elven eyes narrowing. "The Lord cannot properly relax if you keep moving around."
"It's fine," I mumbled, sinking deeper into the soothing water.
Currently, I was reclining against the smooth tile, holding Yin Meng straddled directly in my lap. My face rested against her bare chest, drawing comfort from her warmth. After the taxing ritual of the previous night, my internal aura was completely drained; there wasn't a drop left to initiate the magical energy required to "invade" the private abode of this virginal Eastern warrior. I was practically combat-ineffective in every sense of the word.
A deep crimson blush crept up Yin’s cheeks as she folded her arms around my head, pressing me gently against her respectable chest pillows.
"Master," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly but earnest. "It is perfectly fine if you only wish to touch and suck. Even if you cannot do battle right now, I am yours."
I felt a sudden, involuntary twitch below the waterline, though the spark faded just as quickly under the weight of my exhaustion. Still, her cooperative attitude lately was incredibly endearing.
Behind me, a gentle scrub, scrub rhythm broke the silence. Taki, my sultry Dark Elf companion, was lathering soap across my shoulders. It felt far more like a tender massage than a cleaning session, especially since she could have easily used her water magic to instantly cleanse me if she wanted to be thorough. She was just spoiling me, and I wasn't about to complain.
With Yin’s nipple practically brushing against my lips, I decided to take her up on her offer. I latched on, sucking with a firm but gentle force.
A sharp gasp escaped Yin’s throat, her entire body stiffening the moment my mouth enveloped her right breast. My hands roamed slowly across her soft yet athletically toned back. Holding her like this felt different. She wasn't a Yuan-ti or a Dark Elf; she was a true Eastern woman, and the sensation brought a sudden wave of nostalgia. As I switched sides to keep things even, the heavy shroud of raw lust lifted, replaced by a tender warmth. For a fleeting moment, I felt like a regular university student again, holding a girlfriend in the quiet hours of the morning.
Yin’s breathing grew noticeably heavier. Unconsciously, her fingers tangled into the hair at the nape of my neck. Then, she murmured something with pure, unvarnished innocence—a phrase that completely broke my tranquility.
"Master... is this what feeding our baby will be like?"
Splash!
The words echoed in my mind, instantly translating into a primal demand: Master, give me your baby to breastfeed.
The sudden rush of adrenaline overrode my exhaustion. In one fluid motion, I hoisted her five-foot-four frame out of the water, pinning her against the wide marble ledge of the tub. I buried my face into her neck, sucking hard against her collarbone.
"M-Master?! You're up?!" Yin gasped, her eyes wide with shock.
Beside us, Taki Tsuki didn't say a word. With a flawless execution of her <Blink Teleport>, she vanished from the tub, reappearing on the dry tile floor.
A quick burst of localized magic evaporated the water droplets from her dark skin in a flash. Looking back at her dazed, brown-eyed companion, the Dark Elf gave a knowing, supportive nod.
"Lord," Taki said, a small smile playing on her lips. "I shall instruct the kitchens to hold breakfast a bit longer. Have fun."
The heavy wooden door clicked shut behind her. Now alone, I leaned in close, whispering directly into Yin’s ear while gently guiding the tip of my suddenly revitalized, throbbing erection against her entrance.
"Meng'er... call me husband. Please?"
Unlike Taki or Shehuang, Yin still retained the neatly trimmed hair of a traditional human woman down there. She wrapped her toned, athletic legs tightly around my hips, locking me in place. Instead of answering my plea, she looked at me with a startlingly serious expression.
"You are always too gentle with your other lovers," she said, her voice steady despite her blushing face. "Please... be more forceful with me. Claim me entirely. Even if I cry, even if it looks like it hurts—I want to feel the absolute weight of your love and lust."
I froze. I had already positioned myself at her threshold, but her intense request threw my mind into complete disarray. In all my encounters, I had always adhered to honest, romantic lovemaking. The concept of being intentionally rough just wasn't in my nature.
Yin Meng clearly read the hesitation in my eyes. Sensing my body stilling, she narrowed her dark brown eyes, intentionally softening her tone into the most coquettish, seductive whisper she could muster.
"Please take me... Hus~band?"
Seeing her blush so fiercely while uttering that word shattered my hesitation. A switch flipped in my mind. Fuck it, I thought.
Abandoning my usual hesitation, I drove forward, burying myself inside her all at once. I didn't treat her with the fragile care of a first-timer; I drove into her as if she possessed the supernatural resilience of Shehuang.
"Ha~! That hurts... ouch! Ah, but... I like it! Hus...band!"
I glanced down to where we connected. There was no blood, though the tightness was incredible—a testament to the rigorous physical conditioning she had undergone before becoming a Summons.
"Meng'er, I'm going to start now," I growled softly, my hands gripping her hips. "And I'm only going to go harder the more you call me. Understand?"
Her dazed eyes snapped back into focus at my words. In response, she pulled my face down and kissed me hard, her lips bruising mine.
Slap! Slap!
The remaining water at my hips splashed rhythmically against the marble ledge as I began to pump into her with heavy, unyielding thrusts. Tears began to well at the corners of her eyes, but the faint, genuine smile on her usually stoic face told me everything I needed to know. This was exactly what she wanted.
After a minute of rough, rapid pacing, she completely lost herself to the rhythm.
"Hus...band! Husband! Husband!" she cried out, her voice straining. "Go harder, Husband~!"
She buried her teeth into my shoulder, her nails digging deep into the skin of my back as her thighs clamped around me like a vise. Spurred on by her intensity, I deepened my thrusts, driving harder and faster than I ever had before.
Slap! Slap!
Her eyes were glazed, completely focused as if she were enduring a life-and-death battle on the front lines. Lean, powerful, and entirely mine. Lean in close, I growled into her ear as I delivered one final, deep thrust, burying myself to the hilt as I released a heavy torrent of semen deep inside her.
"Wife... get pregnant for me. I love you, Meng'er! Ugh~!"
"Yeeees! Hussssssband!"
As our mutual climaxes finally subsided, I felt the warm wetness of her tears soaking into my shoulder. The adrenaline faded, leaving me hyper-aware of her crying.
"Meng'er..." I asked gently, my voice laced with sudden concern. "Are you hurting? Did I do something wrong?"
Despite the tears streaming down her face, she flashed a brilliant, radiant smile—a sight so rare it instantly washed away all my anxiety.
"After four hundred years... I have finally found true love," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "Thank you, Master."
I pouted slightly at the title. "Master again?"
She reached up, her soft fingers tracing my jawline. "I shall save 'husband' for when I need to feel your love a little harder," she teased, letting out a genuine, melodic laugh.
My eyes widened. Hearing Yin Meng laugh was a borderline miraculous event.
"Master," she continued, her demeanor shifting back to her comfortably demanding self. "Clean me up and carry me to the bed. I am taking the day off. Will you bring me food later... Husband?"
I smiled and nodded, more than willing to spoil a woman who literally never asked for anything. She was incredibly easy to please, and in that moment, I realized I loved her for real.
Later that afternoon, after the local academy had let out for the day, the atmosphere in my living room was significantly less romantic.
Yin Meng was upstairs, peacefully reading a book to recover. Downstairs, Taki Tsuki sat directly beside me on the couch. Though her eyes were closed, I could practically feel the silent, venomous curses she was hurling at the tall, remarkably well-endowed woman sitting across from us. Like most traditional fantasy settings, High Elves and Dark Elves despised one another. It was an eternal, petty rivalry—the magical equivalent of Ninja versus Samurai.
On a side chair sat my idiot brother, Thorin. His eyes were utterly glued to our royal guest, the stunning "Milf" Elf Queen, Leandra Breeze. Thorin was drooling so heavily he hadn't even noticed Princess Lana pouting right next to the Queen.
I, on the other hand, had already sent all my "baby paratroopers" behind enemy lines into Shehuang and Yin earlier today, so my thoughts weren't clouded by lust. I noticed Lana’s sour expression immediately. However, I completely misread the room; I assumed she was pouting because Thorin was staring shamelessly at her companion. I had no idea she was actually upset because Lisa Swallow hadn't been fired from the academy, only demoted.
Queen Leandra—an Elf holding the title of Queen of Humans, a bizarre quirk of this world—finished reading an official royal decree sent by her husband. Her voice carried a surreal blend of a thick Russian accent mixed with an ethereal, fairy-like cadence. Combined with Taki’s distinct Japanese-toned dialect, it made me realize just how deeply strange the world of Myst really was.
"So, with all of that settled, Count Sky," Queen Leandra concluded, folding the parchment. "Lisa Swallow has been stripped of her administrative duties and is now merely a Mage instructor. Knight Arnaldo Rake, who assisted you during the incident, has been appointed as the new acting Vice Principal. I trust this conclusion satisfies you, Count?"
Thorin gave me a subtle nudge, nodding vigorously to signal that I should just accept the terms and drop it. Hilarious.
The pout on Princess Lana’s face vanished instantly. She turned her striking gaze toward me, her blue eyes locking onto mine as she awaited my response. The subtle shift in her posture didn't escape the Queen's sharp eyes either.
Even Gondul, the imposing Valkyrie standing guard at the entrance, shifted her stance. Her stern, slate-grey eyes pierced right through me, conveying a silent, lethal message: If my Queen or my Princess begs you for a favor, you are a dead man.
"It satisfies me. Thank you," I replied smoothly. Then, let out a dry chuckle. "Does this mean I still have to go to school, though?"
It was half a joke, and a few people in the room caught the humor. Lana, however, took it entirely seriously. She reached into her bag and pulled out a fresh set of academy uniforms, complete with polished silver epaulets.
"If the Prince and Princess are required to attend, so are you, Count Sky," she said, stepping forward. "Here. This is yours."
I held out my hands with a defeated smile to accept the fabric. As she handed them over, her fingers deliberately grazed against mine. Her skin was impossibly, ungodly soft.
Thump! Thump!
My heart gave a sudden, violent shudder at the brief contact. Both of our movements froze. For a solid three seconds, neither of us let go of the uniform, our eyes locked in a silent, paralyzed stare. I forced an awkward smile to show I wasn't the one instigating this, but Thorin was far too busy ogling the Elf Queen to notice the blatant romantic tension unfolding two feet away from him.
Suddenly, my internal perception of Lana shifted. It wasn't the shallow, love-at-first-sight infatuation I had felt when we first met. It felt heavier. It felt like I had suddenly rediscovered someone I had lost a long time ago.
"Thank you, Princess," I managed to say, breaking the spell. "I suppose I have no choice but to attend, then."
The moment Thorin finally glanced over, Lana snapped her hands behind her back. She lifted her chin into the air, adopting a haughty, aloof posture to conceal the frantic racing of her heartbeat.
"Good," she stated primly. "We are fellow Summoners. It is only fitting we share the same curriculum."
The best way to describe the sensation I had just experienced was raw vulnerability. It felt as though I had accidentally walked in on her stepping entirely naked out of a shower, catching a five-second glimpse into the most intimate, hidden corners of her heart. It was bizarre.
My eyes drifted involuntarily back to her hair. Her golden bangs were cut awkwardly, and a sudden surge of irritation washed over me; I genuinely wanted to find whoever had butchered her beautiful hair and punch them in the face.
As Lana retreated to the Queen’s side, my gaze followed her—and then bounced over to Queen Leandra. I froze as a sudden realization struck me.
I looked at the Queen's golden hair. Then back to Lana's.
I looked at Lana's eyes. Then back to the Queen's.
Like a spectator at a high-speed tennis match, my eyes darted back and forth between them. I compared the shape of their cheeks, the bridge of their noses, the slope of their necks. Their bust sizes, heights, ear shapes, and distinct racial traits didn't line up at all—yet the underlying genetic facial structure was an undeniable, mirror image.
"Teacher Ayala informed me of your recent academic discussion regarding half-breed races," Queen Leandra spoke up, breaking my train of thought. "I take it you are not a prejudiced individual, Count Sky? Nor you, Sir Thorin?"
Before I could form a standard, diplomatic denial, a sharp, intrusive pressure forced its way into my mind. It was the telepathic voice of Gondul, the Valkyrie bodyguard.
[What the Queen is asking is for you to never mention what you figured out, Human.]
A hidden truth. Lana wasn't entirely human.
"My own mother is a Half-Amazon," I replied out loud, keeping my face perfectly neutral. "So I wouldn't place much stock in whatever crazy nonsense Teacher Ayala spouts about 'Devils' and racial purity. I believe all races possess inherent merit. It is the intent of a person's heart that truly matters."
A collective wave of relief washed through the room. Everyone present understood the heavy, underlying weight of the statement—except, of course, for my brother.
"Teacher Ayala thinks you're a Devil?" Thorin blinked, entirely out of the loop. "But she's always so nice to me?"
I turned slowly and gave Thorin the blankest, most dead-fish stare I could muster. He had actually gone ahead and accepted her as his instructor despite my explicit warnings. I let out a heavy, internal sigh.
Queen Leandra offered a sympathetic, almost apologetic smile as she delivered the final blow. "I am afraid I have some bad news, Count. Due to the sudden restructuring and the Vice Principal taking over the core tactics division, the only remaining Vanguard instructor available for your track... is Teacher Ayala. However, I have personally warned her to treat and grade you with absolute fairness."
"Fu—"
The curse syllable slipped past my teeth before I managed to bite it back.
Ah. Am I about to cry right now?
I could feel everyone in the room throwing deeply concerned looks my way. My attempt at a reassuring smile felt stiffer and uglier than a Troll's backside.
Seeking a distraction, Queen Leandra turned her attention toward my couch, her eyes focusing on the silent Dark Elf. "Taki Tsuki, correct? It is an exceedingly rare occurrence for a Dark Elf to pledge themselves to a human Summoner. Tell me, what was it that drew you to his service?"
Taki didn't hesitate. She gracefully reached over, took my right hand in hers, and lifted it to her lips. She pressed a tasteful, deeply reverent kiss against the back of my knuckles.
"He is my only Lord, and the one I love," Taki answered, her voice ringing with absolute clarity. "In a world of darkness, his soul burns the brightest."
The Queen stood up, her regal posture flawless. "It is time for us to return to the palace. Sir Thorin, Count Loki Sky, thank you for receiving us."
My brother and I both rose to our feet, escorting the three women out through the courtyard toward the front gates. Along the way, the Queen walked alongside Thorin, tossing out a series of casual, probing questions regarding his background, martial talents, and upbringing. Thorin, surprisingly, handled the interrogation well, keeping his answers sharp.
As we fell behind the main group, a soft, anxious whisper brushed against my ear. It was Lana.
"Do you... do you truly believe Half-Elves are disgusting?" she asked, her voice barely audible, her eyes fixed firmly on the ground.
A sudden piece of the political puzzle clicked into place. This massive racial secret was the exact reason why her brother, Prince Vali, never faced severe public punishment for his outbursts; the royal family was desperately shielding a scandal.
I slowed my pace slightly, turning my head to reply in a soft, fierce whisper. "I would punch anyone directly in the face if they ever dared to say such a thing."
A subtle wave of relief passed over her features. I could tell she desperately wanted to confess the truth of what I had guessed, but I purposely played dumb. Watching her pout was far too adorable to ruin the moment, and knowing she was secretly a Half-Elf only made her a thousand times more charming.
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