episode_0134

Alice had weakened.

It was an inevitable outcome.

Her body was battered to the point of being drenched in blood,

and her heart had been shattered.

With injuries this fatal, it would be stranger if she hadn’t weakened.

But.

Even so, Alice was still Alice.

Humanity’s strongest Sword Master, a hero who had reached the realm of a Grand Archmage.

‘If the Shadow Needle had worked, there’d still be a chance…’

But now, her entire body—even her insides—was encased in an icy barrier, making it impossible to pierce her with needles.

Effectively, she was in a state of complete immunity.

So.

There was no way to defeat her through conventional means.

Attacks simply wouldn’t land.

But.

That didn’t mean victory was entirely impossible.

‘Attacking with Shadow Hands is out of the question, but touching is still an option.’

Which meant this was also possible.

“Hngh…!”

Alice suddenly flushed red and clutched between her legs.

“K-Kain?… W-What is this?…”

“My last resort to defeat you.”

“T-This is your last resort?!… Nngh…!”

“Yep.”

Alice let out a moan and slumped to the ground.

Huh?

What just happened?

All I did was use a Shadow Hand to gently stroke that spot between her legs.

That’s right.

I did something lewd.

“Hahh…!”

“How is it? Does it feel good?”

“I-It does, but… No!… That’s not the point!… We’re in the middle of a fight!”

“So?”

“What do you mean, ‘so’?!… Nngh…!”

I intensified my assault on Alice’s weak point.

“Hyaaah…!”

“So you do like it here?”

“S-Stop…!”

“If you want me to stop, why not surrender? Or try resisting?”

“Ghk…!”

Alice gritted her teeth.

She didn’t want to surrender.

So.

She resolved to resist my Shadow Hand instead.

But.

That wasn’t as easy as she thought.

“Nngh…!”

Every time she tried to cast a spell, I’d roughly tease that spot, shattering her focus.

“Hahh…!”

Every time she attempted anything, I’d rub her more aggressively.

The result?

Alice began crumbling bit by bit.

“Nn… Nngh…!”

Gradually succumbing to pleasure, she started craving the Shadow Hand’s touch even more.

Her will to defend herself faded.

She began accepting the sensations.

“Haah… Haah… Hahh…!”

So then?

What happened next?

‘The impenetrable ice barrier shattered.’

With her defensive will broken,

the icy shield protecting her insides vanished.

Which meant.

All I had to do was one thing.

‘Shadow Needle.’

I formed a single needle above Alice’s head and lightly drove it down.

“Ghk…!”

A painless, instant kill.

Thud.

Alice died with absurd ease—a clean headshot.

Alice opened her eyes.

“Hahh…!”

“You’re awake?”

“Where…?”

“The training grounds where you fought Master.”

“How much time has passed?”

“About three minutes since you died.”

“Three minutes?”

She checked her condition.

Not a single wound remained,

and her heart was perfectly restored.

She felt so refreshed it was hard to believe she had died and been revived.

Lia had resurrected her,

and Sophia had handled the recovery.

“Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.”

“Where’s Kain?”

“Over there, fighting Lia.”

“Kain is fighting Lia?!”

“Though I’m not sure if this even counts as a fight anymore…”

Alice quietly looked where Sophia was pointing.

“Hahh…! Hyaah…!”

“Will you surrender?”

“No… Not over this!… Nngh…!”

“Will you surrender?”

“I’m a hero!… Pleasure like this… I can endure it as much as you want!…”

“Then should I stop?”

“Master! Just a little more! Keep going!”

“Sigh… Fine.”

“Nnngh…!”

Hmm…

She got the gist of the situation.

Lia, in heat, was using “sparring” as an excuse to do that kind of thing.

Well…

She could understand.

The Shadow Hands Kain created had a tactile sensation indistinguishable from real hands.

It felt so much like the real Kain touching her that the sensation was…

Pleasant.

…And the moment she thought that, she wanted to experience it again.

Last time, her body had been in no state to properly savor the feeling,

but now she could.

So she went for it.

“Kain! Me too!”

Kain was thinking.

‘I’m screwed.’

After demonstrating the magic of stimulating that spot with Shadow Hands, the entire hero party had gone into heat.

Lia was demanding he touch her under the guise of “sparring practice,”

and Alice was asking for a “rematch” with the same goal.

Sophia was calling it “baby-making practice” and insisting he try it with her,

and Big Sis Fine…

Well, their intimacy hadn’t reached the point where she’d openly make a move, so she was just quietly watching—

‘Nope.’

Big Sis Fine was cautiously observing them while moving her own hand.

‘Well… I guess that’s just Fine for you.’

Elves were generally known to have low libidos.

…Or so the rumors claimed,

but in reality, that was very misleading information.

‘To be precise, it’s male elves who have practically zero sex drive—borderline eunuchs.’

Female elves, on the other hand,

did have some degree of libido.

Weaker than humans, sure,

but it was there.

So then?

What happened as a result?

‘It builds up… and up… until it explodes.’

According to some player’s research, female elves experienced libido explosions on a cycle of roughly 1 to 500 years.

Huh?

1 to 500?

Isn’t that range way too broad?

Exactly.

Elven libido varied so drastically between individuals that pinning down an exact cycle was impossible.

Some sex-crazed elves exploded every month,

while others only felt the urge once every five centuries.

The differences were so extreme that averaging them was meaningless.

The only certainty was…

Every elven woman would eventually have one explosion.

‘And that’s the key difference between humans and elves.’

Humans don’t go berserk from lack of sex.

Well…

There are some perverted exceptions, but…

Most can relieve themselves solo, through exercise, or other methods.

But.

Elves don’t have that luxury.

For them, release is only possible through intercourse.

Solo sessions?

Might help suppress the urge when it’s on the verge of bursting,

but it’s no permanent solution.

They’re a race that can never be satisfied until they’ve tasted a man’s thick, sturdy that.

‘Which is why they usually just devour their husbands.’

This is why elves engage in sex despite considering it filthy.

They can’t resist.

Without a man’s that, they’d lose their minds to the frenzy.

So they take what they need.

But.

This leads to a massive problem.

‘Elves with husbands can just devour them, but… what about those without?’

Do they just endure if they lack a partner?

No.

That’s impossible.

If they could endure, it wouldn’t be called a frenzy in the first place.

So then?

What do they do?

‘Well… they just snatch some random guy off the street.’

Kidnap a suitable elven man and devour him in secret.

Among humans, men are physically stronger,

so women kidnapping men is extremely difficult.

But elves?

Their women are stronger.

So snatching a man isn’t hard at all.

‘Elven men are physically stronger on average, but…’

In elven society, spiritual affinity matters more than brute strength.

And.

Statistically, elven women have higher spiritual affinity.

…Which is why elven women can relatively easily kidnap elven men.

Makes devouring them simple, too.

‘And no risk of getting caught.’

Elves treat sex itself as taboo.

Even if a man gets devoured, he can’t go around complaining about it.

…That said,

this only works for one or two incidents.

Kidnapping one man a year?

Devouring one a month?

Of course they’d get caught,

and of course they’d be exiled from their villages.

So then?

What happens to exiled elves?

Most end up in human society, forming relationships with countless men and living happily.

If elves were weaker than humans, they might be sold to brothels or enslaved,

but elves are stronger.

Unless a genuine human hero steps in, they can overpower almost anyone.

So they leisurely wander,

seducing and devouring any decent human man they fancy.

‘At first, some might fall in love and even marry a human man, but…’

Elven women remain young and beautiful for centuries,

while human men age and wither in mere decades.

Love inevitably fades.

When their partner’s performance in bed declines, despair is inevitable.

So they seek new men.

Forgetting the old,

they embark on journeys to find fresh, young lovers.

Huh?

Sound like another race you know?

Succubi?

Bingo.

Succubi are elven women—exiled, libido-driven monsters—who degenerated into demons.

Those who avoid outright crime and stick to just devouring men retain their elven form,

but those who lose themselves to lust and commit atrocities transform into succubi.

…Or so claimed one player’s elven research.

So then?

Is Big Sis Fine at that level?

No.

She wasn’t that far gone—not enough to be exiled.

She was just…

A woman who’d never so much as held a man’s hand, now teetering on the edge.

Her pent-up libido was at its limit,

and with no outlet, she was growing restless.

One round of sex would drain all that built-up desire, leaving her refreshed.

‘But conversely…’

If she didn’t get it, she was a ticking time bomb.

‘Sigh… This is bad…’

In Prophecy RPG, her explosion happened much later.

She stayed sane until after the Demon King’s defeat,

only losing control afterward.

But.

That was under normal circumstances.

If Big Sis Fine fell deeply in love, her countdown would shorten drastically.

In some cases, she could explode before the final battle.

So then?

What happens then?

You get an event where she sneaks up on her beloved man at night and devours him.

‘And that was a true delicacy.’

Big Sis Fine’s R-18 event was peak arousal,

and the follow-up aftermath was just as thrilling.

Her post-devouring apologies were delicious,

and when the man said “I enjoyed it too, let’s do it again sometime,” her reaction was divine.

‘Sigh… But no matter what, Marianne comes first…’

Not that Fine wasn’t tempting,

but he’d vowed his first time would go to his favorite.

If she went berserk, things would get messy.

An elven woman’s frenzy was a bomb that wouldn’t defuse until she had sex.

So he made a decision.

‘Hah… Today, I’ll finish recruiting her! Then, it’s confession time with Marianne!’