Chapter 573 – SomeiyoShino (12)

Venice, who had been seated on the mat, was airing her damp underclothes in the wind while she muttered to herself.

“There is no progress.”

Persistently fighting to find the answer to spiritualization.

The only accomplishment after bravely initiating the battle and felling about four golems was the stifling frustration one experiences when the blood flow is obstructed.

“The hearts of the spirits and humans must merge…”

I understand the literal meaning of becoming one, but do I possess the talent required? The Nymph orgy had sufficiently increased the spirit’s responses, but whether it directly correlates to the ability of spiritualization remained an uncertainty.

I lay sprawled out on the mat, lost in deep contemplation. Venice, too, shared my concerns.

“If it were the old times, I’d have quickly grasped the concept and executed it.”

During my time at the academy, I’d voraciously consumed all knowledge in sight as my own. Now, with the decline in potential, I can’t reclaim the brilliance of those days.

I’ve exhausted all my potential learning magic and martial arts, unsure of where my abilities could evolve.

This was precisely why the urgency of spiritual arts, harnessing external power, and the power of the crown were important.

“I can no longer flee and plan for the future. I’m not a nascent divinity, but a mature one, aflame at the core.”

Both technically and in terms of ability, growth was impossible without an extraordinary method.

Given that potential isn’t infinite, generations inevitably shift over time. Just as my teacher and Mugung stepped back, and I, along with Byul, the President of the Association, stepped forward. The divinity of the next generation could very well be Ebony or Wiki. In fact, it was destined to be so.

“That’s why I need to learn the power of the spirits as quickly as possible… Hmm.”

If all goes well this time, I could perhaps unlock new martial arts.

I had to endure the torment not only from the Queen of Spirits but also from this aspect. At that moment, Venice raised her fist in her palm and exclaimed,

“…Ah!”
“Why, do you have a thought?”

As soon as I turned my head, Venice’s waiting finger jabbed my cheek. Her elfish ears fluttered up and down.

“You have a tendency to involve the spirits at your own pace.”
“What?”

From the standpoint of dealing with magic, my way of fighting isn’t particularly gentle. It’s unpredictable, rash, and often involves forcing the use of burdensome magic. There were times when I was just dealing with Eleanor and Lucy.

“And so.”
“Maybe the solution is to concede a bit to the pace of the spirits.”
“…Trying wouldn’t hurt. So, you’re saying that you’ll ride on my back this time and fight?”
“Well, that’s a good idea too.”

Venice surveyed my face, then stretched out her hand and gently touched my chest.

“The crucial factor might be the bond with the spirit. Haven’t all the three thresholds you’ve crossed so far involved getting closer to the spirit?”

“So.”
“It might have been an effortless task with a one-dimensional animalistic spirit, but remember, I am an elf, right? No matter how well you comprehend emotions, it is arduous for two intellectual beings to cultivate a bond within a span of a few days.”

Indeed, it makes sense.
The majority of the spirits that have served here thus far have taken on the guise of animals.

Even the humanoid nymphs were mostly unable to communicate or were somewhat underdeveloped.

“So, you suggest I summon a different spirit?”
“That could be an approach. But don’t you think it would be beneficial if we deepened our bond?”
“It’s irrelevant, for he who is destined to meet his end soon.”
“Ha.”

Venice chuckled, her ears flickering in amusement. It was the haughty expression she wore whenever she held the upper hand.

“A unique chance to unite with a female elf, and you’re willing to forfeit it?”

Elves have been extinct for a long time, and Venice, bearing the form of an elf, might be the only one of her kind in this world.

Despite her appearance, what truly matters is the method.
At present, it feels as if we’ve been childhood friends for years, yet, what more should I do here?

Venice contemplated my inquiry briefly, before a mischievous grin took shape on her face.

“Firstly, let’s initiate with a round.”

– Pat-pat-pat!

Leaves sprouting from the ground enveloped us in an instant, morphing into a snug tent.
Venice’s magical prowess, as witnessed in the temple of the third gateway, was extraordinary in materializing intricate objects.

“Light.”

With a cozy lantern hung atop the tent, the setup was complete.
With a mysterious smile, Venice delicately climbed onto my body.

“I believe I need to enlighten you more about me. Just so you comprehend the bond to its fullest extent.”

The relationship, now entirely familiar, between our bodies.
My gaze was captivated by Venice, straddling my torso, gradually advancing towards my chest.

“How can you even consider this as an elf?”

Venice moved forward, pushing her hips up to her chest. She parted her thighs, revealing her tiny, twitching opening within her glistening folds.

– Twitch. Twitch.

Like a clam beneath the ocean’s surface, drawing in water and squirming, the elf’s womanhood was oozing love juices.

“You relish the scent, don’t you?”
“……”

A somewhat musky yet sweet scent wafted to me.
Venice, seemingly excited, spread open her slick folds, exposing the interior. Her inner walls, which had been used just the previous day, were vivid.

“So how is this related to our bond?”
“Lacking in emotional intimacy, we should at least build up physical intimacy…. Hmmm. Enjoy the view. It’s the love juices of an elf, a sight you won’t be privy to once you depart this dungeon. And it’s eager to be filled by you.”
“……”

The soft soles of the elf’s feet rested on my cheeks.
Despite a twinge of discomfort, the inevitable scent of her pheromones incited an arousal. Venice, running her hand over my throbbing member, giggled with delight.

“…Your women waiting outside, they have no idea you’re passionately sowing seeds with a friend, do they?”

The dominance and thrill conveyed in those words electrify my nerves. As if purposely stirring my emotions, Venice, flashing a toothy grin, discards her loose undergarments, baring her breasts.

I pinch her erect nipples.

“Ah…!”

A satisfying response echoes in the room.

“You really shouldn’t speak of such things.”
“I only state the facts. Ah… I am aware of your prowess, but you too are adjusting.”

Venice, casting my shadow in her own whimsical way, one hand on her vagina and the other stroking her cock.

“You’ve always had a penchant for new women. A trait of royalty, perhaps? Regardless of the reason, this formidable member is a body traitor to its lover.”
“Indeed.”
“How many virgin maidens have been defiled by this monstrous organ? Ah… How did it feel then? Did you also… ah? Did you press down on them and force your cock in at your leisure?”

I muster my strength, lifting Venice’s body into the air. Laying her back down, I forcibly part her thighs and, as she suggested, thrust my highly aroused cock inside her.

– Swoosh!!

My cock glides smoothly into her. Her vagina clings to me, gnawing and refusing to let go. It teases my waist assuredly, constricting around me, offering an irresistible invitation.

“Aaaahh!”

A wild elf, with a hint of social grace.

She is brutally honest with her lust. Venice gasps, pulls her body up, and envelops me in a tight embrace. Her womb throbs against the tip of my curved cock.

“Haaa…. Ahh…! Huuh… huuk…. ughh… hehehe. How does it feel…? Can your lovers elicit such sounds?”
“Venice.”

Venice, her laughter hysterical amidst her moans, regards me defiantly. Her lips graze my cheek, leaving a kiss and then her tongue traces my cheek.

I hold her close, teasing out her hair strands that had found their way into my mouth. The scent of sweat permeates the air. Her lower abdomen trembles. Venice’s emotions start to surge with an intense fervor.

– Throb.

Moving my waist slightly with her still impaled on me, triggers a spasm in Venice’s vagina. Lost in pleasure, Venice releases a raw, primal scream.

“This… cock is the problem….”

– Thump! Thump!

“Clo…Clothes… Ahhh… Ahhh…?!”

Venice, lifting her waist of her own accord, repeats a rough piston-like motion. As I bite into her swaying, pale breasts, she erupts in a scream of ecstasy.

“Ahhhh…! Yes. Yes… Ah!!”

When she climaxes with such intensity, the next phase is her body going lax.

Venice collapses, entrusting her entire weight into my hands wrapped around her waist. Her eyes rolled back, mouth agape, but soon enough her consciousness returns, and she starts toying with her vulgar tongue as usual.

“Haah, haah… deep, deep. Did your lovers also succumb to this monstrous instrument?”
“…….”

It’s uncertain what she wants to express, Venice, writhing, places her chin on my shoulder and sways her hips.
I haven’t reached climax yet.

“Every time I heard your tales, I pondered. What do the women remember, the taste of this cock? Or perhaps, something pure and painfully sweet?”
“…….”
“Do you believe it exists? Against this cock that provides such insane pleasure. The notion of harboring a profound love.”
“What are you trying to say, exactly?”
“I’m asking your opinion… Uh, uh… I’m merely inquiring about your perspective.”

Perhaps it’s not impossible.
It’s undeniable that it served as a catalyst for the relationship. But if they solely reveled in the basic pleasure, there wouldn’t be such depth or development.
Because I didn’t manipulate anything in return for the pleasure.

“Really…?”

Venice, breathless, nods her head.

“Then… I will genuinely cheer for your love. It’s peculiar to say it in such a state. But I am sincere.”
“The words you just uttered were quite intense.”
“I did it purposefully to provoke you. You seem to regard them as significant. Your actions seem slightly twisted. Did you dislike it?”
“No. I feel adequately stimulated. It’s a tingling sensation. I’m being serious.”

Venice, observing my slightly deflated demeanor, leaves a lip mark on my cheek with an adorably irresistible expression.
She even rubs my ears.

“Let me ask one more thing. Is it possible for us to have something serious like that?”
“You mean, a lover?”
“Hmm… You have a lot of lovers, don’t you? That’s not what piques my interest. Something deeper than lovers, akin to comrades in the battlefield.”
“If you permit it. But we would need to tone down on this a bit.”
“Indeed… If I continue to submit to you… I even begin to harbor the desire to serve you. It seems I need some restraint. Shall we try that once?”

Venice exhales her final breath of excitement, then lifts her waist to extricate the long cock.

-Zzururuk.

After lifting her waist for quite a while, her pussy descends.
She hasn’t climaxed yet.

“One step… What should I do. Should I remove it?”
“It’s fine, it’s not hard to subside.”
“No. I should bring it to a conclusion.”

Venice lifts her own armpit and gently rubs my cock against the thin skin.

It’s not long before sticky semen spills out. Venice laughs shyly, savoring the stickiness.

-Chok.

Lips at the tip of the glans.
With her head bent so low that her slender chin is hidden, Venice, who lifts it slightly, giggles seductively.

“Unity implies a connection of hearts. At first, I thought this close relation would suffice, but after being taken, it doesn’t seem so anymore.”

Did she glean something from the sex just witnessed?
Venice nods a few times.

“A female brought to heel can submit to a male, but understanding him is a different matter. It’s challenging to become truly united. If there exists a more profound relation than this pleasure… I believe it would be quicker to seek it out.”
“So, what do you intend to do?”

Venice responded, her tone cool and undisturbed.

“Let’s lay everything bare, holding nothing back. Be they memories of joy or sorrow.”
“And how many years have you lived?”
“I don’t recall, but it’s sure to be a long stretch. Does that bother you?”

By no means.
The bitterness lingers in my mouth from the words I heard during our intimacy, but ultimately, I brought this upon myself.

Indeed, the guilt has wholly vanished.
Even if I claim to have no intention of stopping, becoming entirely numb is a different tale.
It might be challenging to undo, but it’s a prick of conscience I’ve felt after a long while.

“Go ahead. I’ll listen. If it’s entertaining, I’ll remember.”
“It’s bound to be dreadfully dull… First, please clean this. My armpit is drenched with your semen.”

I accepted Venice’s proposition with wholehearted agreement.