Chapter 567 – Yoshino Somei (7)

The tranquil murmur of a river meeting point, where the upstream and downstream converge, filled the air.

Adjacent to the village, a waterfall cascaded into the river, a site perpetually bustling with nymphs either washing themselves or their clothing. An unusual sight this morning, perhaps due to the events of the previous night, as the entire village of spirits was out washing their undergarments. A spectacle of purity amidst the mundane.

Nymphs, their faces innocent, soaked their semen-stained garments in the water, washing them as they chatted in high spirits.

“I was graced with his attention twice yesterday!” one exclaimed.
“Truly?! I am envious!” another replied.
“Hehe, I was chosen thrice.”

Nymphs gathered in small groups, reminiscing about the prior evening or boastfully sharing their experiences. The more I heard, the more I was astounded, feeling as if my known reality had been turned inside out.

“I heard that the white essence he bestows upon us is beneficial for our health.”
“That’s correct. Ever since I’ve been with him, I’ve not once wet the bed!”

Could their frankness about pleasure be the cause of this behavior? These nymphs, in their distorted innocence, had begun to extol me for the pleasurable experiences I provided.

I contemplated this phenomenon when my gaze fell upon Saku, squat in a corner, her face flushed as she washed her undergarments. Unlike the nymphs, she hadn’t intruded on my bedchamber. The moans from the adjacent room last night must have been hers.

“Ah….”

Saku, immersing her undergarments in the cold water, was erasing traces of her nighttime perspiration and arousal. Even though magic could have cleaned them effortlessly, she chose this method. There are those who insist on conventional methods, avoiding magic for mundane tasks to evade complacency.

Thanks to her choice, by slightly adjusting my viewpoint, I might glimpse her secret lower region, unshielded by fabric.

Saku, holding her now soaked undergarments, looked around warily at the nymphs before disappearing into the forest.

She’d likely use magic to dry them, but wearing those undergarments would leave her feeling damp.

“There will be no one left in the village now.”
“…Indeed, so it seems….”

After a night of communal intercourse, the room was saturated with energy, both yin and yang. I turned my gaze to Venice, who was beneath me.

“The scent lingers.”
“What an unreasonable male.”
“Wasn’t it you who urged me to try it with all the villagers?”

As a result, I was able to significantly amplify my spiritual resonance. If I were to repeat this process a few more times, perhaps I could summon a humanoid spirit, not simply avian or animal, into this realm.

“…This is the first time I’ve seen someone enhance their spiritual prowess in this manner.”

Venice, beneath me like a cat on its back, huffed laboriously.

Her slender waist, breasts sloping with gravity, were but one step away from surrendering completely. I prepared to thrust my cock, now reddened and warm from the friction of prolonged use, into the depths of Venice.

No matter how sore I felt after such extensive use, there was nothing I couldn’t handle.

Prolonged sexual intimacy is a boon of the physically fortified hunter.

– A soft prod.

Gently, she unfolds the untouched haven of the elf. Having reached climax through her anus throughout the night, her well-soaked femininity, brimming with amorous dew, began to spill its clear nectar, as if it had anticipated this moment.

– A sudden jolt.

The glans forcefully pierces her virgin flower. An elf experiencing this for the first time, Venice, with her waist arched in a curve, tightens her thighs and flails her arms.

“Ah… it’s…”

Her splitting womanhood. The sticky nectar flowing like a waterfall adheres to his manhood.

Venice’s physique is as resilient as her character. He leisurely conquers the taste of her stubborn, tenacious femininity while rhythmically moving his hips.

“Hold… Hold me.”

Venice, stretching her arms, pleads with a whimper. He takes Venice in his arms, licking her flushed ears. Her ears shudder at the touch.

“You said… you’re a king.”
“Yes.”

Her intimate depths pulsate like a heartbeat. The snug warmth of the elf’s femininity contracts to an almost unbearable degree.

The love fluids coursing down his scrotum dampen the wooden floor. Venice wraps her legs around his waist, completely surrendering herself to him.

“I… I admit it. You’re the… the most superior male.”

With a face that seems to struggle to speak, Venice nips at his neck. Her fingernails dig into his back to prevent herself from slipping.

“Humans… all humans… are like this. Just one male… and I can’t think of anything else.”
“Not all humans are like that.”
“I know. But if all human males were like you, males of other races… they would all be extinct by now.”

Venice throws her head back, looking at their joined intimacies. Gazing at the traces of fresh blood, she murmurs in a startled voice.

“It hurts… the membrane in my femininity, a useless organ, is torn.”
“I suppose so.”
“It hurts, but why am I happy?”

Searching for an answer herself,

“Ah…”

She mutters, coming to a realization even as he remains still.

“…I have become a female.”

Pink gems adorning Venice’s hair. She spreads her thighs wide, jolting and twisting her hips with all her might.

That of an audacious female, pandering to a male.

“My body is speaking… ah…”

Unable to contain her moans, Venice clings to him.

“I will never find a male as superior as you in my life… I need to receive your seed soon…”
“Do elves communicate with their bodies, too?”
“Yes… you, a male, wouldn’t understand.”

– A slap.

“…how your male scent vibrates in my nose. How my lower belly is urging me. You wouldn’t understand.”

Grasping Venice’s buttocks tightly, he moves his hips. Venice, her upper body swaying, cries out in blissful pleasure.

“Ah… ah… Ahhhh!”

The female elf, now speechless, pleas to be cradled and penetrated.

The forthcoming experience was profound and unhurried.

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The past.

From a time when figures referred to as ‘Wooden Ones’ had not yet risen to power.

In the azure era when dragons still stirred, it is said that far more races cohabited than do now.

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[Introduction]

Glaive is a realm where the earth is fecund, the air is lush, a world amenable to spirits.
When we established our presence here and began to cohabit. When lizards served as our mounts. When orcs stood as soldiers fortifying our walls. We believed that we were truly prepared to make the world flourish.

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Scholars of magic speak of a time thousands of years past, before the birth of the race known as Wooden Ones, when the earth held much more residual magic.

If you were to juxtapose wizards of the past and present, given equal knowledge, it is proposed that the wizards of the past would be thrice as powerful.

The basic physical capabilities that living beings acquire vary greatly depending on the density of surrounding magic.
This was also the reason why a world of emptiness stretched across the Asian continent, and a world of knights and dragons unfolded in Europe.

‘Intriguing.’

The Glaive spoken of in this tome is what we refer to as ‘Earth’.
So, it must have been a term used by our ancestors to denote the Earth.

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Spirits have coexisted with humans since the dawn of time.
Humans are sagacious, full of guile. Spirits possess strength, but lack the cunning to wield it.
Spirits served as extensions of such humans, and these two races often interacted via mutual contracts.

‘I pledge unto thee (Arta it`yqnw ntew)’

They infused their mana with a distinct resolve and swore not to cast spells against one another.

Humans and spirits have evolved such that they can more comfortably form contracts and summon each other at any time, even without a vow.
Humans and spirits are lifelong companions, akin to kindred spirits sharing the same blood.
The lizards of the north, in their insolence, called those who command spirits ‘Spirit Conjurers’.

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The opening chapter elucidates the relationship between humans and spirits.
The assertion that humans have evolved to facilitate smoother contracts with spirits is a fresh insight.

‘Since it’s a world imbued with magic, it is entirely plausible that the human body evolved to utilize magic.’

The significance of a mana oath remains uncertain, but it surely can’t supersede a soul-bound pact.

Generally, life forms evolve to enhance their survival. They must have deduced that forming a more solid pact with the spirits would be beneficial for their survival.

‘How is it possible for the spirit summoners to call upon the spirits to this world without expending a great deal of magical energy?’

I believe I have discovered the truth. I think I now have an understanding of why there doesn’t exist a world tree that commands the spirits.

“So, the spirit summoners that we now consider gifted, are they remnants of the past… Can we say they carry certain genes?”

“…Genes? I’m not quite sure what you’re talking about, but generally, you’re correct.”

Venice, who had collected the sticky semen on her lower belly, responded in a hoarse voice.

“The spirits and humans, their souls and their energies, they interlock like pieces of a puzzle… We inhabit different worlds, but we become one entity.”

Those who cannot achieve this interlock will not be able to form a complete pact with the spirits, no matter how much they train in their lifetime. However, it is said that traces of evolution linger faintly in most humans.

“Hmm.”

I continued to sway my hips as I immersed myself in the book.

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In the realm of Glaive, several powerful nations and tribes existed. However, if one wished to categorize them, they could accurately be divided into two types.

Those who obey the World Tree, and those who resist.

The grand tree, which had shaped the world in its early days, had always been cautious of this world, incessantly sprouting multiple species. Once nearly all of these species began using the power of the chosen mana, the grand tree made a bold decision.

The World Tree sequentially eradicated various species. Numerous monstrosities, demonic creatures and a few human species. Eventually, even the spirits were excluded.

During this time, one of the grand trees, the wisest among them, Sephirot, made a plea to the numerous World Trees.

If we entrust our children, the Elves, with war, the descendants of the World Tree will be able to live in tranquility for a millennium. Many World Trees heeded the request of the wisest among them and utilized their progeny, the Elves, as instruments of war.

The Elves, offspring of the World Tree and humans; and the Spirits, the companions of humans.

Humans split into two factions and initiated the war, with Elves and Spirits also in opposition. Countless blood formed rivers, and much of the world’s magic was transformed into warfare.

The century-long war drove the Spirits to the brink of extinction. Thanks to Sephirot’s strategy, even the Elves, who had been mighty, were on the verge of collapse.

The World Tree, wary of the Elves who had matured through the war, exiled them. After several interbreeding incidents with inferior human species, the Elves morphed into a new species, bearing resemblance to both a tree and a human. The pitiful Elves, abandoned by their parents.

Rumors persist that the necks of the fallen Elves from that day formed a massive tower.

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The World Tree continued to play its games, even here.

‘Does Alba know about this?’

Seeing the name Sephirot appear thus far, it’s evident that the girl has endured lifetimes beyond what I had imagined. I can’t say for certain whether it’s the same entity, but the formidable nature of Sephirot was becoming increasingly clear to me.

And this novel species introduced here—these decayed elves—they seemed unmistakably to be alluding to the Woodfolk.

There are truths, gradually unveiled, that become more illuminating with each revelation. My strategy may be slow in its unfolding, yet it remains time well spent.

I proceeded to the subsequent chapter. The name inscribed in that particular section was unmistakably—

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“The Magnificent Tree”

(Omitted) The father of the spirits, loving all things indiscriminately, was one of the pillars of existence, the world tree.

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A transcendent being who shaped the current realm of spirits.

The remaining half of the text, in nearly its entirety, was rife with an almost pathological reverence for his benevolence.