The platform around us remained silent except for the soft rustle of moss under shifting feet and the distant hum of fairy dust in the night air.
Roselyn’s leg was almost completely healed now, so I felt it was ti to ask the rude question;
"Uh... What did you an by ’my true self’?" I asked her, keeping my hands steady on her shin as the last threads of bone and flesh knit together. "Did you not see your own fears?"
"Oh...?" She looked up thoughtful, her golden eyes distant for a second. "My fear? No, what I saw was a really sexy man with reddish brown hair in a ponytail, with a super handso face."
"Really?" I wondered if she was scared of hot n. "Then what about that scared you?"
As she tried to recall, her body shivered again against my hands, like rembering trauma, except she was smiling.
"That..." A sweat dropped from her face, rolling slowly down her cheek. "I felt like he was going to kill . No, I thought I was already dead."
She then looked at , with her golden eyes bright again. "It’s my loss, Benjamin. You can fuck all the fairies here as agreed!"
"Ehhhh?!" All the fairies yelped, covering their crotch and blushing intensely.
Their wings buzzed in frantic unison; so fairies hopped backward on the moss, hands flying to skirts or chests, faces flaming red in the soft silver light of the platform.
A few let out high-pitched squeaks, others whispered furiously to each other, their eyes darting between and Roselyn.
Her leg was already healed, so she stood up testing it.
She flexed her ankle, rolled her knee, then hopped once—light, playful, as though nothing had happened.
The dark skin was smooth again, without scar and no swelling, just the faint sheen of sweat and the subtle flex of muscle under her shorts.
"Well... I know you’re Mr. Nice guy," she clasped her hands at her back, swaying slightly on her heels. "And you won’t want to take the fairies here... even if so of them are cute boys, so if you have any other requests—a massage, more tour, or just information—feel free to tell ..."
"..."
"..."
Eh? She ant like now?!
Everyone was suddenly staring at , waiting for my response.
Why?!
The platform felt smaller all at once.
Dozens of eyes—green, violet, gold, silver—locked on from every direction. Fairies perched on vine railings, hovering mid-air, standing in loose rings around the center.
Isabelle stood closest, her wings half-spread in quiet tension. Roselyn tilted her head, braid swinging, golden eyes curious and patient.
The night air carried the faint scent of night flowers and fairy dust, cool against my heated skin.
Damn it, I hate being the center of attention so suddenly.
But... What I wanted, huh...?
It might be presumptuous, but she asked, so:
"S..."
"Hm?" Roselyn tilted her head, braid sliding over one shoulder as she leaned in close enough that I could sll the clean sweat and faint floral dust clinging to her skin. Her golden eyes narrowed playfully.
"I didn’t hear you. Speak up, Benjamin."
I swallowed, throat suddenly dry under the weight of every staring fairy eye on the platform.
"Sex..." The word ca out quieter than I wanted, then louder on the second try. "I want to have sex with you, Roselyn... if you’re up for it. And Isabelle too."
For one frozen second the mushroom cap was dead silent.
Then the entire area exploded.
Shocked wails erupted from every direction—high-pitched squeals, gasps, and frantic wing-buzzes.
Fairies hopped backward like startled birds, their hands flying to cover blushing faces or going to clutch their skirts as if I’d just announced I was going to devour them whole.
So darted upward into the silver-blue glow, others clustered tighter together, whispering furiously while stealing glances at .
A few let out nervous, disbelieving giggles that bordered on hysteria.
"Huh? too?" Isabelle’s voice cracked. She pointed one slender finger at her own chest, cheeks blooming a vivid pink that spread down her neck and across the tops of her breasts where her thin top dipped low. Her wings gave a tiny, involuntary flutter, betraying her shock. "Benjamin, do you an... as well?"
Well, they did say I could ask for whatever I wanted as the winner.
And damn, I was so pent-up.
Ever since I landed in this place, it had been nothing but short skirts flipping in the breeze, thin panties flashing whenever anyone bent or jumped, sweat-slick thighs pressing together during training, crop tops riding up to show underboob and glimpses of hard nipples poking through fabric.
The constant parade of smooth skin, glittering fairy dust, and casual near-nudity had half-hard for hours on end.
My balls felt heavy and aching, like they were going to burst if I didn’t get so kind of release soon.
But... crap... Had I been too blunt?
They weren’t going to think this was my plan all along, right?
That I planned the fight or sothing just to get here? That I was so sleazy human pervert who only ca to Fairylynch to sleep with everything that moved?
"How brazen of you, Benjamin!" Roselyn’s laugh cut straight through my spiraling thoughts; being loud and delighted, and completely unashad.
She planted both hands on her hips, her chest thrusting forward so the damp crop top stretched tight across her firm breasts. "And here I thought you were all reserved and polite. Turns out you’ve got so real hunger under there."
She stepped closer, hips rolling with each slow stride until the toes of her bare feet almost touched mine.
"Sure, I’ll present my body to you for the taking. You won fair and square after all. My pussy, my mouth, or my ass—whatever you want tonight, it’s all yours. No holding back, okay?"
Her gaze slid sideways to Isabelle, who was still frozen with that hands on her flushed cheeks, like she couldn’t believe what she’d heard.
"Ah, but my elder sister..." Roselyn’s tone softened just a fraction, almost protective. "She’s sothing of a pure maiden, and always has been. Can you please leave her out of this? Feel free to give her share of the pounding instead. I can take it twice as hard if that’s what you need."
"Really?" The word slipped out before I could stop it.
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