Chapter 727: Colorful Colors 2 [Leyla]
It has been several days since we returned from our trip to Kalwin Renfangas. By now, the guests I brought with me have grown accustomed to Polka, and there is no longer a need to keep a constant eye on them. Even though I act like I’m keeping an eye on everything, I can’t really take care of everyone I brought with me. However, the four elf girls of Polka, Savory and the others, as well as Marone and Miril, the collar-wearing cat girls, are helping out. They can be easily identified as my associates by their collars, so it seems that they are relied upon for help when things get a little tricky, including Galatia, Gloria, Lady Swallow, and Nord and her sisters, who arrived before I left for Kalwin.
“Especially Savory, who works at the tavern, and Oregano, who spends all day at the clothing store, are often asked for help because they are always in the center of town”
Fennel told me.
“Since we can communicate almost normally, it seems like we could just talk to the townspeople casually, but……”
Needless to say, the group from Celesta and Lapal, as well as the Silver Dragons, all understand the Northwest language. If there were no language barrier, I think we could be of use to the townspeople.
“It’s probably because we female slaves are more accustomed to cultural differences. While we don’t show it in front of our master, the townspeople are often surprised by the dragons’ insensitivity and the cultural differences of foreigners”
“I see……”
“In Trot, it’s apparently rare for women to drink alcohol openly”
“…………”
Now that you mention it, that’s true. Generally speaking, there aren’t many unmarried women of a certain age. This is because it’s seen as meaning they lack the ability to marry, so they can’t walk around with their heads held high. That’s not the case in Celesta. Well, there are regional differences, but with elves and dark elves—extremely long-lived, beautiful, and with unmarried women being common—walking around freely, it must feel like our narrow-minded values are being mocked. In Trot, since they are a long-lived race, they were recognized as 「Enemies from outside」, so they couldn’t walk around openly from the start. Therefore, such conservative values inevitably remain, and when they see foreign visitors from places like Celesta, Lapal, or Renfangas, who live freely with a different mindset, they are surprised and furrow their brows. When someone like me, who is both a member of Polka and well-informed about foreign cultures, acts as a buffer, it helps smooth things over, and people can rein in their reactions before they show on their faces. But when the impact of such a different culture hits suddenly, confusion comes first.
“In that sense, it’s inevitable that Savory and Oregano are the easiest to get along with……”
“Everyone seems to be trying to get used to it, though”
“It’ll take more time, I guess……”
They’re good people, though. Everyone in Polka. Thinking about it, it’s only been two years since the situation in Polka, including the northern elf territories, changed drastically. It’s unreasonable to expect the residents of a rural town to suddenly become socially accepting of everyone. Keel, Johnny, and the Baron, who quickly accepted the Celestia people and the elves and blended in, are the exceptions. ……Though I can’t help but think that lecherous desires are partly to blame. Elves are beautiful naked, and the men who form a peeping squad bond over their shared idiocy.
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I’ve already informed Selenium about the upcoming collar-granting ceremony. Or rather, it was Selenium who insisted on telling me. Selenium has always disliked having women who are indecisive around me. It’s certainly necessary to distinguish between those who can be accepted as female slaves and those who must be treated as outsiders, but.
……To be honest, I’m still undecided. Leyla and Corti. They are definitely different from the other female slaves, and there’s no doubt that they are a new type of person. The vision Selenium and Irina propose—a harem of lonely women centered around me, coexisting and thriving together—seems to fit, yet it also feels off. Though they’re not currently in a hostile state, their presence here isn’t inherently what they desire, and I can’t shake the doubt about whether they belong in this circle. If something were to happen……this harem was formed out of my own selfishness. No matter what happens, it’s impossible for anything to be anyone else’s responsibility. But if someone were to get hurt……even knowing I can’t fully control it, I’d regret it beyond words. However. Even so, I wanted to keep them alive. At least I have no grudge against them. I even feel a sense of gratitude. So, if necessary, I must do it. But I still hesitate to add that to the bond of 「Female Slaves」 that Selenium and the others cherish. Should I use a different name? Should I treat them differently and make it clear to everyone that they will be treated differently in an emergency? No, no, how can I discriminate against Layla and Corti like that? I’ve already given up on them, taking their pride as collateral, knowing they won’t betray me no matter what, even if their true feelings are different……so isn’t my place to trust them and stand by them? Holding the collar before it was put on, I hesitate over and over again, but I push myself forward and head toward Leyla.
Leyla was standing in a meadow a short distance from the town, wearing the Crystal Palace’s traditional costume, a layered robe with intricate embroidery, fluttering in the wind. Emma told me she was there. Apparently, she spends her free time standing there alone, lost in thought.
“Leyla”
“……Master”
“What’s going on here?”
I decide to ask her directly, even though it feels a bit abrupt.
“……I’m still not used to being around people. ……There’s nothing here, but the scenery is beautiful and it calms my heart”
It was late summer. The grasslands spread out before us, the vivid green of summer gradually mixed with the withered colors of autumn. The wind was already cool, and the sight of a beautiful woman standing there in slightly thicker clothes under the blue sky didn’t seem out of place.
“Can I help you?”
“……Emm”
I scratched my head, wondering how to start. In fact, even though I thought I had made up my mind, I hesitated because I felt there was still room for change. When was the last time I thought of myself as so indecisive? I’m an idiot, so I always thought I should leave difficult decisions to Dianne, Laila, and Irina. But I couldn’t just give up on this. But.
“……Leyla. Are you really……sure you want to be a female slave?”
In the end, I couldn’t think of a good solution to the problem. There were plenty of ways to escape the responsibility in front of me. I could pretend I forgot about the promise to make her a female slave and put it off. But I had no idea what effect or meaning that would have. So, I asked a meaningless question. This was the proposal Leyla, the dragon, had made by suppressing her own pride. There was no way I could go back on it.
“Yes. ……I will obey you. I acknowledge your resolve and qualifications as a rider, who, despite your will to save Corti and me, has denied the judgment of the evil dragon even beyond the dragon’s pact, and has chosen to uphold your own principles to protect someone”
Leyla kneels. Did she interpret my hesitant words as a test of my resolve? I finally make up my mind. Beating around the bush isn’t my style.
“To become one of my female slaves, a ritual is necessary”
Declaration.
“Female slaves acknowledge that they are each other’s playthings. For that, new female slaves must strip naked in front of all the other female slaves, have a collar placed around their necks by me, swear allegiance to my cock, and be raped on the spot”
“……Yes”
“But since your sister has already experienced the ritual, I thought it might be a bit much for you to go in cold turkey. ……Though, if you think of it as a kink, you might accept it, but I don’t intend to make it unnecessarily harsh”
“……Eh, emm, so……”
“Let’s have sex first. Having sex in front of about 30 people is nerve-wracking. Either way, it’ll be embarrassing, but it’ll be a bit better the second or third time than the first”
……I quickly counted in my head, but 30 people should be fine, right? Selenium, Apple, Anzeros, Aurora, Hilda, Laila, Jeanne, Maia, Luna, Irina, Christie, Fennel, Oregano, Savory, Laurel, Almeida, Tetes, Sharon, Miril, Marone, Cute, Breakcore, Neia, Beatrice, Galatia, Emma, Leda, Corti. Dianne isn’t a female slave, but she’ll probably attend. Also, Breakcore’s location is tricky, but if we want to be thorough and fair, the ritual might have to take place where Breakcore is. Yeah. No matter how I count, it comes to about 30 people including myself. ……I’m a little shaken by that number. Well, I guess it’s because I see each person individually, so I don’t usually think of it as that many. Am I overdoing it?
“……Yes, I guess so……then, please……”
Leyla lowered her head slightly and began to undress on the spot.
“Wait, hold on. We can’t do it here. Someone with good eyesight from town could see us”
Dragons can see us, but I think someone like Lantz could see us too. With a pair of binoculars, anyone else could see us easily.
“……It, It’s fine”
“No, don’t make it harder on yourself”
“Eventually, I’ll be seen by 30 people. And if I’m going to keep satisfying Master’s desires, I’ll eventually have to be naked and spread my legs in front of anyone……”
“But we rarely do that kind of thing! Besides, it’ll just ruin my social standing!”
“But the dark elf Swallow once said that you did it in the southern town……”
“……No, really. I meant it’s really rare. That kind of thing is only for those who really want to do it themselves”
Even now, I wonder why I did that. Yeah, everyone just wanted to do hardcore female slave play. It wasn’t my fault, right? During that ridiculous exchange, Leyla eventually stripped completely naked, exposing her snow-white skin, heavy breasts, and silver-haired pubic hair to the late summer sun, and knelt before me once more.
“So, then……please take care of me……♪”
“You’re surprisingly pushy when it comes to sex, aren’t you?”
I thought the same thing when she let Corti fuck me while she masturbated.
“…………”
Leyla blushed slightly and looked down.
“……To be honest, I was a little jealous……”
“……Of whom?”
“Shario……no, maybe the women who are intimate with you”
Shario was the only dragon that Rainer himself had touched. I can understand why she’s jealous. However, it seems that letting Leyla and the others masturbate and watch was surprisingly effective.
“I thought dragons were a race that could control their sexual desires pretty well, but maybe not so much after all……”
“……I, I don’t know…. Maybe I’m just particularly lustful……”
Leyla blushes even more. Leyla, who gives off an especially calm and rational impression among the silver dragons, is actually an unparalleled pervert. It’s like she’s trying too hard, thinks Gloria inside me. But if she had begged me to make her a female slave with that intention, enduring the shame, and expected sex to start immediately, only to be ordered to masturbate while watching others have sex in front of her……well, if I were in her position, I’d find it unbearable too.
“So……maybe I was actually expecting……for you to order me to have sex with you sooner……♪”
“…………”
“Umm……what should I do next……emm, in a place like this, should I lift my butt like this?”
“Wait, no, that’s not a pose a virgin should be doing actively”
In broad daylight, Leyla spreads her legs wide and gets on all fours, lifting her butt.
“……A virgin is supposed to be discarded here……”
“…………”
“……Could you please let me be discarded……”
“Maybe it’s because Corti isn’t here……”
She’s a bit too wild for an intellectual busty beauty. But even so, seeing Leyla desperately trying to get fucked like that, my dick can’t just stay calm. Especially since her breasts are just as impressive as Laila’s or Sharon’s. Watching them jiggle while she takes lewd poses is something a young man can’t easily resist. I silently strip off my pants and underwear, then grab Leyla’s butt.
“……♪”
The white buttocks trembled slightly. As I traced the buttocks with the tip of my erect penis, Leyla let out a restrained yet clearly aroused nasal moan, 「N……♪」. I thought maybe I should take it slow since she’s a virgin, but when my penis reached her secret spot, a thick, sticky liquid was already dripping down her thighs. ……She’s not exaggerating when she says she has a strong sex drive. This virgin is amazing.
“……Someone like you might need something even more intense……!”
I no longer care. Instead, I’m starting to get excited about how far this virgin can go. If this is just an act to show that she’s a 「Highly suitable female slave」, then I’m completely fooled. No one can blame me. No one will stop me. There’s no way I’m backing down. Both Leyla and I can only see the pleasure beyond breaking through, and I’m especially eager to plow through with force.
“KKu……hu, aaaa……♪”
With a tear, I force my way into her virgin yet mature vagina, spreading it wide like opening a sealed package. With force, I thrust my cock into her, racing through the path to her uterus and claiming ownership. It seemed she had little hymen to begin with, so while there was the sensation of breaking her hymen, she didn’t seem to feel much pain. I penetrated her. Following Corti, I took the virginity of another dragon’s woman. The vagina of someone who should never have been able to experience such pleasure, I took it boldly.
“……I’m going to keep going, Leyla……”
“……Yes……please……♪”
Leyla, while being violated, extended one hand at a time behind her and let me grab them. In the open field near Polka, with the wind exposing her large breasts, I pulled Leyla’s arms and thrust my hips vigorously. There was no resistance. Her vagina, slightly colder as befits an ice dragon, wraps around my cock, slurping it with drool, and licks the inner folds of her vagina that no one has ever reached before. I’m so obsessed with her body that I can’t stop thrusting my hips. A woman this lustful must indeed be made into a female slave. This vaginal flesh, these lustful breasts—I couldn’t just leave them out in that barren wasteland. Lost in my own thoughts, I savored her body fiercely……and then came.
“Nkuu……hua……♪ This is……Master’s semen……♪”
“……Ugh……haa……!”
I pulled her body closer from behind, hugging her tightly, savoring the sense of accomplishment from reproduction.
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As I was walking to take Leyla to the hot springs, Shario suddenly appeared from the forest.
“……Shario”
Leyla looked a little awkward. Well, she had spread her legs for a man who was her 「Enemy」 instead of her true master. ……But then Shario looked sullen.
“Rainer-sama wasn’t……well……good enough for you to be jealous”
“What are you talking about?”
Now that I’ve been in Polka for a while, I’ve noticed that she is pretty off.
“……Rainer-sama just lacked experience. If he had used me a little more, things might have been different……besides, he couldn’t keep going like that guy……no, he just came quickly and then hurriedly left”
“So stop exposing that kind of thing after he’s dead! What the hell are you doing, showing up out of nowhere!”
“What I’m trying to say is……well, Leyla, I wasn’t happy enough for you to be jealous”
“Just shut up! It’s fine, just keep that sort of thing to yourself!”
I feel so embarrassed.