I had wound up sohow in another place that was definitely not the Whispering Wilds.
A second ago, everything was normal—I finally saw Sara’s face in what felt like centuries—but the next mont, it was like reality just twisted.
The air here was different: to be honest, it was sweeter but heavier, and laced with the scent of blooming night flowers and a vague crackle like static before a storm.
My boots pressed on sothing soft and yielding; moss, or organic carpet, that gave in under my weight like it was breathing out.
There were little to no forest canopy over my head, and I wasn’t hearing distant calls from the Amazons.
Just this strange, glowing alienation that made my skin prickle...
[Ack! I got transmigrated into another world again?!]
The thought slamd through my head, as pure panic began to spike my pulse.
{Negative: Master is still in Elyndor.}
Thanks Sys for that reality shot!
I let out a shaky breath...
Okay, I was just joking; I understand it’s not a full reset again. It’s still the sa ssed-up, yet wonderful, fantasy world of Elyndor.
But where exactly am I, then? And how the hell did I get yanked here?
"Kidnapping?" The fairy girl huffed from right in front of . Her voice was high and lodic but sharp with palpable annoyance, like a bell soone had struck too hard. "With how open your fly was, who wouldn’t seize you?"
"Eep, don’t use such taphor as ’fly’, little girl!" I yelped, hands snapping down to cover my crotch, as heat exploded across my face and neck in a full-body blush.
My pants were not in any disaster, or anything like that; but for so reason, I rembered my laces being undone from Izra’s grip in CH17 or so.
What the fairy actually ant was that, my resistance to abduction-by-teleportation had been next to non-existent.
So whatever spell grabbed , I hadn’t even felt it coming, due to my zero defense.
Tsk. Currently, I must look like the easiest target in Elyndor.
Which brought to the thought:
[I don’t know why such a little girl is the queen here, but maybe if I threaten her a bit, she’d release ? I heard fairies are weak beings.]
I’d picked that up sowhere from Shishi-no-su’s huge library; that fairies were supposed to be delicate and easy to overpower if you got close enough.
The idea felt solid, considering how small they were: so a little intimidation from , then maybe she’d shudder and send right back.
It’s worth a shot!
{They truly are physically weaker than the other races, Master. But in terms of magic, they surpass them by the sa proportion.}
Sys’s reply ca dry and precise as always, cutting right through my confidence. Damnit!
But of course, physical weakness didn’t an squat when magic was involved.
But I’d seen my own power back at Shishi-no-su... those blue flas that felt as if they could crack marble.
I think I had sothing now.
[C’mon, I’m getting confident in my own magic. Let’s scare them.]
So I squared my shoulders.
Fake it till you make it, right? So it’s ti to test what this Arch Human body could really do.
Then I breathed in deeply. The air wasn’t really oxygen; it was sothing thicker than it, and richer too.
It was also magic-infused, and coating my tongue with sweet floral notes and tingling down my throat like sparkling wine.
It filled my lungs with a strange buzz, kinda energizing instead of suffocating, due to the lack of oxygen.
I held it for a second, centering myself, then breathed out slow and disturbingly glared straight at the fairy Queen.
The other fairies scattered around us winced hard at my stare.
Their tiny wings began to flutter in sudden panic, and their bodies darting toward nearby alcoves and vines like startled insects seeking cover.
The fear rippling through them was visible.
But those identical looking fairies flanking the queen didn’t move an inch.
They looked like they were in their teens; perfect mirror images, except with different shades of silver braids—on being duller than the other, one had silver eyes and the other had dark eyes; but they had the sa blank porcelain faces.
Their short leaf-green dresses clung to their slim, graceful bodies, the hems riding high on creamy thighs.
They stayed emotionless and focused, with their wings folded, and their hands resting lightly on what looked like crystal dagger hilts.
Actually... Maybe they’ll be a problem in a real fight, I thought, with a quick flicker of caution cutting through my bravado, but we’re not really fighting.
This was supposed to be just a bluff.
"Hey, Titania," I called her na without any honorifics, letting my voice ring out firm and casual across the space. "I haven’t seen my folks for a while, you know... I’d appreciate it if you let go now... You do not want to start sothing with , do you?"
I let the words hang, then slowly released my magic power. Just about twenty percent; which was enough to intimidate anyone without turning them into a husk of flesh. I kept it controlled and careful.
The power surged out from my core right away. It mixed with my flaring aura instantly, creating sothing deadly for normal humans:
One enough to make them froth at the mouth and collapse begging for their life, even if a sword or weapon hadn’t been drawn yet.
My aura coiled outward like living fiery smoke, sowhat seductive and heavy, wrapping the air with promises of disaster and chaos.
But the raw magic blasted like a sudden storm, whipping gusts through the chamber.
The wind caught the short, leaf-looking skirts of the twins and flipped them upward in one clean sweep.
Whoa! Fan service!
The thin green fabric rose completely, baring smooth, flawless thighs the pale color of fresh cream all the way up.
And light green panties hugged their pussies with that obscene tightness; the silky material so sheer it molded to every intimate curve like a second skin.
So darker green spots dotted the panties like scattered dew drops, clustered right over the sensitive peak where the fabric had already darkened with a small, intimate wet patch.
The panties traced the plump outer lips of their vagina perfectly, outlining the soft cleft in teasing shadow, showcasing the vague ridge where folds pressed against silk, the subtle indentation hinting at the slick entrance beneath their legs.
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