Chapter 406
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They were what you could call the most pathetic, weak monsters.
They looked like science lab skeleton models, yet they carried around worn-out weapons.
Light flashed in their eyes.
But what can you do. There are people who run away because even those weaklings are scary in their own right.
In the first place, guys like that aren’t even a snack for me.
I lightly snapped my fingers.
Snap!
A pillar of White Flame erupted in an instant and engulfed the skeletons.
Just planting the White Flame is enough.
The White Flame covered the skeletons' bodies and burned them away.
Normally, I would just plant Chaos, a Mental Attack, but it doesn’t work since they are already dead.
So I had no choice but to burn them with the White Flame.
“Just snapping my fingers makes them… Huh?”
For some reason, the skeletons didn’t disappear.
As if mocking me, the skeletons walked right through the White Flame.
That feels pretty damn awful.
To think my attack doesn’t work on mere skeletons! What is this?
“Or not.”
It’s not that they don’t die. Their existence is briefly erased when hit by the fire.
But they reappeared after disappearing, like a hologram.
If so, that means there’s some kind of catalyst. What in the world could it be?
Looking closely at the skeletons for a moment, I saw something connected to those skeletons by threads.
Pure white threads, barely visible to the eye, were connected to the bookshelf.
Furthermore, looking closely, the skeletons couldn’t approach beyond a certain distance.
Then that’s it.
“They came out of the books.”
They were definitely connected to the books.
To the bookshelf. This was why this archive was fascinating. They wouldn’t die since they were made of something like that in the first place.
Then I would have to burn the books themselves, but if I wasn’t careful, all the books here could burn down.
Is it better if they’re just trash to begin with?
No. Still, it would be better to leave them alone just in case.
Yeah, right.
I could see not just skeletons but other monsters right now too.
“Then I’ll have to burn them all.”
Only the books that pull out monsters, of course.
It once again made me feel that the safety rules of this Archive were the dirty trick of those Kkanpes.
Right then.
“Wait!”
I felt a presence from behind and looked. There was an elf, Mari standing there.
“What, oh, where did such a perfectly corruptible Elf come from?”
The Elf stared at me quietly before jumping in surprise.
“Huh? A human? No, more importantly, you can’t burn that.”
“Why not?”
“Uh. Well. Um, so you see. Anyway, that’s because they’re books. Books are treasures of knowledge.”
Seeing her panic, I found it suspicious.
Suddenly, the Kkanpes who made the safety rules came to mind.
I haven’t seen them in person yet, so it’s just a suspicion. But maybe that Elf is one of them.
I pulled out the Lizard Maid Book.
“Even something like this?”
“Uh. Yeah. Absolutely not.”
“Hehe. Madam’s pussy has gotten so hot. It seems Master hasn’t been managing it properly. Haaht. Don’t do that. Eri. Don’t do that and hurry.”
I read a part of the dialogue from the Lizard Maid out loud.
You’re saying this is knowledge too?
At my words, the Elf’s pure white face dyed red.
This is a bit much. Seeing such a horny expression, I can’t just stay still.
No. I need to take care of those skeletons first.
Whether they popped out of that book or not, there’s definitely a possibility that those skeletons could attack me.
“Uwaaah. No, that’s.”
“That’s?”
“Anyway, you can’t.”
“Got it. If a book fucker says so, it can’t be helped.”
No, in this case, should I call it book-scissoring.
But what happens if you rub your clitoris on a book?
What kind of smell would a book rubbed against a wet vulva have? It might be pretty arousing in its own way.
Since some women put dolls between their legs and rub their clits to masturbate.
Do they shove books between their legs and go at it with that kind of feeling?
“Book Fucker?”
“It means having sex with books.”
Or maybe Elves don’t know because it’s a passive trait for them.
As I look closely, this Elf has an expression that says she really doesn’t know.
I am on the side of a pretty woman.
At least until I corrupt them. Right now, if I want to make this Elf mine too, there’s no need to be hated.
“No, it’s not like that.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll only wipe out what’s visible right now.”
Fwoosh.
I only burned the ones that those monsters came out of.
This should be satisfying enough.
It’s not like I want to burn all of these either.
So I managed to wrap it up somehow, but what’s with this Elf that suddenly appeared?
As if to resolve my question, the Kkanpe approached first.
“How do you handle fire so well? Where did you come from?”
“Well, I’m pretty amazing, but before that.”
“Before that?”
Is this real? Her appearance somehow looks incredibly like Ray.
Her outward appearance is exactly the face Ray would make if she put on an innocent expression.
First, to test whether she was real or fake, I pinched and pulled both cheeks of this Book Fucker Kkanpe with my fingers.
It’s quite soft and smooth, but how should I put it? The sensation is a bit subtle.
“Ouch! That hurts! What are you doing?”
“It’s chewy like mochi rice cake. Are all Elves like this?”
Actually, unlike Ray, I don’t feel anything in a different sense.
So it feels like the air has been let out.
It’s not bad, but somehow I don’t feel any vitality.
Then again, if you spend all day fucking books in an old and dark place like this, it can’t be helped.
No matter how good Elf Mari’s skin is, there’s bound to be some difference.
“Are all Elves like this? Aren’t you an Elf, Mari?”
“Who are you, then? Are you perhaps a bitch from the Empire?”
“Empire? What’s the Empire?”
One thing is for sure. It doesn’t seem to be a nation on Earth.
If it were, the word Empire wouldn’t have been used.
“They’re the ones who betrayed us and sided with the Demon King, and a Human doesn’t know that? Thanks to them, our nation and the continent were destroyed!”
I don’t know what it is, but it means it’s a fantasy world.
It seemed this Elf wasn’t an ordinary Book Fucker.
Seeing her fiercely displaying unknown hostility, I had to rack my brain for a moment.
How should I say this?
First of all, I don’t know their situation at all.
I can’t deny the possibility that I, as Aži Dahaka, might have caused damage to that world.
So it means she could be another enemy.
“Uh, well, as for me, I’m a dragon-person.”
If I said mutant, she wouldn’t understand?
I said a race that would at least likely exist in a fantasy world.
As if to show proof, I even pulled out my tail and horns and breathed fire from my mouth.
Wouldn’t this really add credibility?
“Dragon-person?”
“Look at this luscious tail and horns. and even Dragon Breath.”
“Why is a Dragon-person here?”
“Actually, this and that happened.”
First, I told her all the reasons why I was here.
How I ended up coming here.
When I mentioned it was because of Ray, our Elf’s face changed strangely.
“There’s a world like that?”
“Yeah. I’m a Dragon-person named Yongyong-i living in Korea in that world. My real name is Yu Eunha, and I’m also called Aži Dahaka.”
“It feels like some incredible names are mixed in there.”
“Ahem. It’s just your imagination, so let’s move on.”
Because it’s just a part of my identity, there’s no need to care about it.
My name, Aži Dahaka, is famous in the other world too, so its infamy must be widespread.
-Wow fuck, so when are you going to eat her?
-Puhaha. I want To rub pussies right away.
-Fr pussies are meant to be rubbed.
I also plan To rub it.
So I need to look for the right angle a bit more.
Especially since she’s been in this closed-off place for a long time.
“Anyway, in our world too, there’s an Elf, and a kid I know named Ray.”
“What? Ray?”
“Yeah, Ray. Do you happen to know her?”
“N-No. You said she was born there. How would I know that.”
The nameless Elf shook her head.
It’s a bit suspicious, but how much possibility is there really that Ray and this Elf are connected.
No, honestly there probably isn’t any.
It doesn’t seem that Elves only exist in this world right now.
“Anyway, so in our world, Humans are the majority, and there are Elves among them, that’s what I mean.”
“Humans? There are Elves among Humans?”
Our nameless Elf’s eyes widened as if she were quite shocked, demanding an answer from me right away.
Does she really perhaps know Ray?
Well, it doesn’t really matter either way.
Rather, if she knows her, I could use that as a reason to mess with her.
“That’s right. One day, Earth went through a Great Cataclysm, and people from the other world flowed in. Races like dwarves and Elves flowed in too, a minority, of course.”
“So the other world really existed. No, wait.”
“What’s wrong?”
“But you know, where have you been touching since earlier?”
Right. Right now, I am fondling the ass and breasts of this nameless Kkanpe.
Why ask something so obvious?
If a woman and a woman meet and touch, is there anything else besides pussy, ass, and breasts?
Those three places are the most meaningful places for a woman.
Of course, the Mouth Pussy is good too, but those three areas should be prioritized.
“Where else. I’m touching good places.”
“Hah. I’m Mari, an Elf, you know? And you’re a Dragon-person.”
Like a teacher and a student. As if preaching about an obscene, immoral, and forbidden relationship.
“So what if you’re Mari, an Elf, and so what if I’m a Dragon-person?”
“What?”
“Even Mari, an Elf, has a pussy, and even a Dragon-person has a pussy. If a pussy and a pussy are together, that’s exactly what you can call a good match.”
Traditionally, if there are a pussy and a pussy, they become pussy friends.
Race and such have no meaning.
It’s just that the skin or vaginal flesh is a bit different.
In short, between pussy friends who rub pussies together, there’s no need for borders or races.
We crossed worlds, so what does race matter?
“What kind of bullshit is that!”
“So come here.”
If a strong person tells you to come, you come, and if they tell you not to, you don’t.
When I look closely, she’s just throwing a tantrum despite being weaker than me.
Of course, I don’t dislike strong women like this either.
“I actually have a child! I have a husband. I had one!”
“Why don’t you have a husband? No, you have a Child too?”
“Why is the order like that? More importantly, what’s with that face?”
That’s a shame.
Having a child/offspring is fine, but I somehow don’t know if her saying she doesn’t have a husband is a good thing or not.
Because there’s the sweet fun of conquering her only if she has a husband.
“Traditionally, a woman with an owner is the most delicious. because the verification is complete.”
It’s not like I particularly prefer a non-virgin.
A married woman is different.
A pretty married woman is a verified, good-to-eat married woman.
Rather, isn’t she good to eat because she has an owner?
How arousing is it to make her betray her husband, and to turn her into a married woman deeply infatuated with her affair partner over her Child/Offspring, in a position where she should cherish her Child/Offspring more than anyone else.
If I corrupt her to the point where she feels even the immorality of abandoning her Child/Offspring as pleasure.
There’s no chaos like that.
The money her husband earns is spent on looking good for her affair partner, her existence becoming one that prioritizes her affair partner over her family.
As expected, a married woman seems to be the best for the next target.