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Chapter 200 - Marmi and the Continuation of the Long Night (Marmi ☆)

The lake visible from the window was shrouded in silence.

The center of it reflected the moon, receiving its drops of light and shimmering white, but it lacked the brightness of the dancing fireflies from before, dyed instead in the darkness of night.

We were back in our room at the fortress.

I pressed a hand to the left shoulder that had taken the monster's spear, but the searing pain I'd felt during the battle was gone. The miraculous power of the church was incredible.

Marmi, who had been gazing at the view with her hands on the windowsill, seemed to have had her fill and turned her gaze back to me.

This room was definitely too big for just the two of us.

Her silver hair slipped over her shoulder, glinting in the moonlight. Her long, pointed ears seemed to twitch with the movement.

Her white one-piece dress was made of a high-quality material that shifted from a reddish hue to silver as she moved. The hem was adorned with floral embroidery. The flared silhouette, spreading from her neck to her upper thighs, along with the slight swell of her chest and hips, accentuated her girlishness. Slender white arms and legs extended from the dress.

As I approached, she looked up at me. Her eyes were the same silver as her hair, with a faint, greenish light glimmering in their centers. Translucent white skin. A nose of modest height. And her sakura-pink lips were pressed tightly together.

I gently placed a hand on her cheek.

"...Am I about to lose my virginity?"

she asked, placing her own hand on my cheek. The cool touch of her fingers spread through my skin.

"Why are you asking it like a question?"

"...It doesn't feel real. How will I change? Will I become a grown-up like Mother?"

"Nothing changes just because you have sex. Look at Famu or Mizuki. They're still kids. Myra is an adult, but she acts more childish than any of them."

"...What about Cecily?"

"I wasn't the one who made her an adult."

Marmi's eyes widened slightly.

"...Aira too?"

"Y-Yeah. But, now that I think about it, Aira seems to be the most sentimental, or rather, she acts the most mature. Maybe the number of times, or experience, is important after all."

"...How many times has Aira done it?"

"Gah, I don't know. I don't want to imagine it."

"...Next time, I'll ask her what kind of person it was with, how many times, and which was the best. Do you want to know too, Mash?"

"Hey, stop it. There are girls who would burst into tears if they heard that!"

At my response, she averted her eyes slightly and let out a small sigh.

"...When I look at you like this, Mash, it's hard to breathe."

With that, she closed her eyes and puckered her lips slightly.

I touched their tip with my own. Their softness made my brain feel like it was melting.

"...You don't really want to do it with me, do you, Mash?"

"I do, you know?"

"...Really?"

Her hand slithered down to my crotch. She touched me, searching for my shape, her hand moving up and down several times.

"...You're not hard yet."

To be honest, I wanted to. But I had a feeling that it was still too early for Marmi. However, my conversation with her mother had made me realize that for elves, that wasn't an issue at all.

"Have you ever seen one before, Mo?"

She nodded emphatically.

"...I couldn't sleep one night, so I took Patricia and went to my father's bedroom. When I put my ear to the door, I heard moaning inside, so I opened it just a little and saw my father and mother, naked."

That was a vivid report.

"What were you planning to do, taking Patricia to your parents' bedroom?"

Hearing my words, she thought for a moment, then a faint blush colored her cheeks.

"...I wasn't going to make her do what you're thinking. Patricia might have gotten scared if I left her alone, so I brought her with me."

"..."

So, she really was a scaredy-cat. But even if I pointed it out, she would never admit it.

"...Speaking of which, you were talking with Mother about Patricia this morning. What are you going to do?"

"Ah, for now, I decided to leave the Slave Mark as it is to avoid trouble. You were right, Mo, she didn't seem to want to be freed from slavery. But someday, I'll take her to the city of the Flower Folk. I'll ask her then if it's okay to free her."

"...Do you like Patricia, Mash?"

Marmi tilted her head.

"W-Well, yeah, I like her, but—"

"...I see. I'll tell Patricia to let you hold her."

"Wait wait wait wait, when I said I like her, I didn't mean in a romantic way. Besides, are you okay with me having sex with other women?"

"...Honestly, I'm not sure. I think it's fine if you like Famu, Mizuki, or Patricia. Will I get jealous eventually? I don't know. But it's normal for heroes and powerful people to have many lovers, and you're not with us as a substitute for someone else. Also, finding a partner for Patricia would be a pain. Depending on the person, I might not be able to keep her by my side all the time. With you, Mash, she can always be with us, so it's easier."

I was surprised that she had a concept of polygamy. Her father and mother, Augustus and Marina, didn't seem to have any lovers. And Maryanne, the head of the One-Land Family, also had a strong sense of fidelity. Her desire for me was an act of defiance against her uncle and retainers who didn't recognize her as the head, and she believed that action would serve as a threat to them. I didn't know about the other Four Regent Families, but it seemed a moral code of monogamy had taken root even among the rulers.

Or perhaps Augustus and Marina had lovers I didn't know about.

In any case, I sincerely hoped her way of thinking wouldn't change, and that it would be conveyed to Famu as well.

"You don't know if Patricia likes me, right?"

I mentioned that just in case, not wanting to get hit later.

"...If you can't free her from slavery, I don't know anyone who would marry her and treat her as an equal. Besides, she's bound to like whatever I like."

I fell silent. I'd think about it after seeing Patricia's reaction when she heard this.

"...Mash, show me your naked body now."

"Why? You get naked first."

Marmi's words had a business-like, emotionless quality to them. So, I replied teasingly.

"...Hmph. It's a little embarrassing, so you go first."

"You were naked just the other day, weren't you?"

"...That was Mizuki, so it was fine!"

I guess that's how it is. As I took off my jacket, she touched my left shoulder, stroking the spot where I'd been injured. Was she worried about me?

The wound from our earlier battle had already vanished thanks to the church's healing.

I took the opportunity to grab the hem of her dress and pulled it up.

I yanked it all the way to her chest.

Her white underwear was exposed. As expected, both her panties and her bra were embroidered with tulips.

"Hih!"

She hurriedly tried to cover her underwear, her hands shielding her chest and crotch. In that moment, I pulled the dress over her head. It got tangled in her arms, binding her.

I smoothed back her messy hair and then cupped her chin.

"...W-Why are you being so rough?"

"You were fine with taking it off last time, weren't you?"

"...I told you, that was Mizuki. I've never really been naked in front of a man before."

"Didn't you say you went to get laid by Wake?"

"...I didn't understand anything about sex back then. But now..."

I cut Marmi off, lifted her into my arms, carried her to the bed, and dropped her as if tossing her aside.

"Shut up. What I can't forgive is that you're still wearing a padded bra! Don't try to fake it!"

I reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. The pads inside fell out, and the bra got tangled with the dress on her arms. A faint swell was visible, topped by small areolas and sakura-pink buds. She immediately covered them with her arms.

"...W-Why?"

"I told you not to fake it. If you don't have them, you don't have them. That's actually more of a turn-on. Besides, the pads don't make much of a difference, do they?"

"...Sh-Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Mash, I hate you, I hate you, I really hate you!"

"You didn't care when it was Mizuki! You took it off yourself, didn't you?"

"...Stop asking me that! It's fine for Mizuki to see! I hate you!"

Marmi tried to escape from the bed while covering her chest. I pressed down on her, pinning her. She struggled for a moment, but soon gave up and her body went limp.

I moved her arm and took a picture with my phone. She grimaced and turned her face away.

"Are you that upset? You don't have to be so hung up on it, right?"

"...Fine. It's stupid to fight over something like this. Anyway, if you keep kneading them, they'll get bigger, Mash."

"That's just an old wives' tale. There's no guarantee they'll get bigger just because I touch them, you know?"

"...Then I'll find someone who isn't mean and will make them bigger for me!"

"Alright, alright. I'll take responsibility and raise them properly."

"...Bigger than Lady Maryanne's?"

A faint light seemed to flicker in her eyes.

"Could it be you're jealous of Maryanne?"

"...It's not jealousy. I just don't want to lose to the One-Land Family. To begin with, it was taboo for one person to marry into multiple Four Regent Families. I liked you first, Mash. Everyone, including Lady Maryanne, knew that. And yet, she took you from me."

Miglutt had transitioned from a monarchy to a system of rule by the Four Regent Families. They must have abandoned the system of governance by a single ruler at that time. The unwritten rule exists to prevent the concentration of power. This also answered my earlier question about why her parents and Maryanne didn't seem to take lovers.

Regardless of Marmi's desire to succeed the Star Union Family, Marina was likely trying to remove her from the family out of consideration for Maryanne.

And though she never showed it on her face, she had been deeply hurt when she learned that Maryanne and I had gotten together. Just as her mother had said, she had always possessed a woman's pride.

"Mo..."

"...Let my body go free."

"First, let me take off your panties."

They were white underwear with a single tulip embroidered on them. The same ones I saw in the castle at Heilon. Compared to the clothes and bra she had been wearing, they felt plain, perhaps due to the fabric.

I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down. I looked at them closely.

"These really are Famu's panties..."

I'd bought them in Richel. When I confronted Famu about it in Heilon, she neither confirmed nor denied it, but as expected, my panties-judging eyes had not deceived me.

Were the two of them more than just friends? Was that why Famu was so against Marmi sleeping with me?

"...I met Famu in Frucht and got caught up in a fight. We exchanged panties as a token of our friendship then."

"What kind of friendship is that?!"

"...I don't really know either. But she wore mine and went home."

What Famu had told me was that there was a mansion that had turned into a dungeon, and she and Marmi had fought a carnivorous plant area guardian there. I wondered what they had really been fighting.

"So, the meaning of this tulip embroidery is..."

"...Patricia embroiders tulips on all of my things."

So the embroidery was Patricia's handiwork. The dress tangled around her arms also had small tulips blooming on it.

I suddenly realized I had been distracted by Famu's panties. Right in front of me was a smooth inguinal region with a gentle hollow, leading to a hairless mons pubis. I shifted my focus back to her body.

Her skin was beautiful and flawless. As if to confirm its texture, I traced a line with my index finger from her navel to her mons. Savoring the slightly cool, firm sensation, I slid my finger down the vertical line leading to the valley between her legs. It was tightly closed.

As if to part it, I gently twisted my finger in and searched for her clitoris.

"Ah..."

Marmi cried out and squirmed. She tried to hide that area, twisting and rubbing her thighs together.

"...Mash, free my arms."

"Now, now. After I've had a taste of you down here. Besides, you were much more aggressive last time, weren't you?"

"...It's still embarrassing and scary with a man. Mash, free my arms."

"Mo, that shyness is incredibly precious. Even if your breasts get bigger, I want you to never forget that feeling."

As I said that, I pressed down on her knees and spread her legs. She resisted, but with a little force, she quickly gave up the struggle.

The vertical line extending from her mons to her labia majora was tightly shut. Below it was a small, sakura-colored bud.

When I touched the bud with my fingertip, she let out a small yelp, "Hih!"

and her body twitched.

From there, I traced my finger along the vertical line, and when I reached the center, I pulled it away. Then I held her labia majora and parted the line.

I could see the clitoris shrouded in its hood, and hidden by small pink folds, the vaginal opening, with the urethral opening above it. Was the pale pinkish thing visible deep inside her vaginal opening her hymen? They were all slick and wet with a viscous love fluid.

She watched me peer at her, her face bright red, but when I looked back at her, she covered her face with the dress still tangled on her arms.

Taking advantage of that, I took out my phone and took a commemorative photo of her final moments before losing her virginity.

"...Mash, untie my arms. And you get naked too."

Marmi exhaled a long breath, as if taking a deep one, and murmured.

I stripped off my bottoms and, once fully naked, untangled the dress and bra from her arms.

Marmi sat up, and her freed arms wrapped around my neck. She pressed her lips against mine.

It was a kiss that was just a simple pressing of lips.

I wrapped my arms around her waist and accepted it.

After a few pecking kisses, her tongue eventually slipped out.

Her small tongue, coated in sweet nectar, moved. It squirmed softly, licking the inside of my mouth.

I moved my tongue to intertwine with hers, and we sought each other out intensely.

I caressed her cheek, then her slender, pointed ears. They felt similar to mine: smooth, cool, with a firm core.

I don't know how much time passed. We broke the kiss, though neither of us initiated it.

Her cheeks were flushed, and her gaze had softened into a dreamy look. I kissed her eyelids, then let my lips trail from her neck to her collarbone, savoring her fine, white skin.

"Ah..."

When I touched her breast and pressed on its slight swell, it pushed back as if in resistance. Indeed, there is no hierarchy in breast size. If there are a hundred women, there should be a hundred different breast sizes.

I don't understand why Famu and Marmi are so obsessed with it.

As I was gently kneading her breast, I realized she was staring at me.

"What's wrong?"

"...You were thinking about another woman, Mash."

A chill ran down my spine at her words.

"N-No, you're wrong! That's a misunderstanding! It's just paranoia! I love your boobs!"

Her eyes narrowed as if trying to peer into the truth deep within my own. To distract her, I latched onto her nipple.

"Nkuu..."

It was a small nipple. When I sucked on it hard and rolled it with my tongue, I could feel it hardening. I reached for her other nipple and rolled it between my fingers.

"Nn, nnh, n-unh..."

She seemed to be sensitive. Every time I kneaded, she gave a responsive twitch. As I continued to suck, her hand reached for my groin.

Small, slender fingers. They touched me.

I was already hard, and pre-cum was leaking from the tip.

At first, she hesitantly touched the tip, then squeezed the shaft firmly.

"...Does it get bigger?"

"N-No, this is the limit."

At my answer, she let out a sigh of relief.

"...Good. I don't think it would fit if it got any bigger. I saw one much bigger than this with Patricia, and..."

I kissed her, cutting Marmi off before she could continue.

"Wait, can you stop right there?"

"...You're worried about the size too, Mash."

"Sh-Shut up! Someday, I'll make this three times bigger, turn you into an ahegao double-peace mess, and completely corrupt you! I'll take a picture of you with tears, snot, and drool running down your face and make Patricia completely disillusioned with you!"

"...I don't really understand what you're saying from the middle part on. Anyway, I heard that rubbing this feels good. Show me how."

She seemed to have shifted to the same aggressive attitude as before. Her curiosity must be overriding her shyness.

She lightly gripped my shaft and moved her hand up and down. The excitement of being touched by Marmi, combined with the surprisingly pleasant tightness of her grip, almost made me cum.

"Kuh, did someone teach you?"

"...There's a teacher who teaches us about sex. I learned with Patricia."

"D-Don't tell me he demonstrated on Patricia?"

"...He wouldn't do that. The teacher is a woman."

Come to think of it, I remembered Maryanne saying something similar. In a way, since producing offspring is their paramount mission, such lessons are probably mandatory.

"A little tighter is fine. Start slow and gradually get faster."

I placed my hand over hers, guiding her on the pressure and the spots that felt good. It was like I was masturbating with her hand.

In this state, I would be the only one to finish, so I had her lie on her side, got into a 69-like position, and started touching her genitals.

As before, it was tightly closed.

When I parted it with my finger, her love fluid dripped out.

I scooped it up and spread it inside the vertical line. Her juices flowed endlessly from her vaginal opening. I spread that too, rubbing it into her vertical line as I traced my finger along it.

"Nn, nnnn, ah, ah..."

As she moaned, her anus twitched, so I smeared some of her juices there as well, and she let out a particularly loud cry.

Then, I returned to the vertical line, peeled back the hood of her clitoris, and flicked the small nub with my tongue. It tasted slightly sour.

"Kyauu...!"

Her thighs clamped down hard on my head. They were slender but had a soft layer of flesh. They were also slightly cool and felt pleasant. I frantically licked her hardening clitoris and ran my finger along the shallow part of her vagina.

"Ah, Mash, I'm going to feel weird, that, it's making me feel strange!"

At first, she seemed to be enduring the pleasure building up, gripping my member tightly, but then she began to move her hand on my shaft in resistance. Then her mouth enveloped the head of my penis, and her tongue licked at my urethral opening.

My back shivered.

I continued to stimulate her genitals, trying not to lose to the stimulation she was giving me. She, in turn, continued to rub my shaft and lick the tip of my member, urging me to cum.

I couldn't hold back my orgasm any longer, and at the same moment, her body began to shake violently.

"Auuuuuuuu!"

Marmi let out a particularly loud moan and arched her back.

As she did, my penis slipped out of her mouth, and my semen sprayed onto her face.

"Hah... hah..."

Marmi lay on her back, breathing deeply.

She stared at the ceiling with a dazed expression.

My semen was all over her face, hair, and ears. I had sullied her doll-like, beautiful face with my seed. The white fluid was on her chest too, dripping down.

Perhaps because of the excitement, my member remained hard.

I moved between her legs and hovered over her. Then, I pressed the head of my penis against her vaginal opening.

Her gaze was still fixed on the ceiling.

"...Mash, will you always love me?"

"Mo, I love you. So, I want you to always love me too."

"Even if you disappear, I think I will always hold onto those words."

Marmi's eyes closed. Her arms wrapped around my back. I hugged her back and kissed her.

Then she grimaced slightly.

"...Yours too, Mash, but my love fluid... doesn't taste very good."

"Mine only got on your face. You didn't drink it, did you?"

"...When it shot out the first time, it went into my mouth."

"It's an acquired taste."

She opened her eyes and looked at me.

"...But would it sound like a lie if I said it's becoming a habit?"

We kissed again.

"...Mash, my head is going crazy with excitement. Make me an adult now."

She squirmed her hips invitingly. I buried my penis inside her.

Her vagina was small and narrow, but thanks to her juices, I slid in smoothly.

We stared into each other's eyes as I pushed all the way in.

"...When you were all the way inside, my mind went blank. It doesn't hurt as much as I thought."

With that, she moved her hips, urging me to thrust. The movement was tantalizing.

I took her invitation and began to thrust.

"...Nn, nnnn, nn..."

Her small, slender body swayed beneath my abdomen. Her legs were wrapped around my waist, as if not to let me go.

Listening to her moans, I continued to move my hips, caressing her body and running my tongue over her skin.

Her white body was flushed red as if feverish.

Her vagina, which tightened around me, was snug, but well-lubricated with her juices. And the bumpy texture of the folds inside clung to me, further intensifying my urge to cum.

"Ah, ahh, ah, ah..."

Marmi moaned as if drowning in pleasure, closing her eyes tightly and clinging to me.

She had said it was okay just now, but maybe it still hurt. I thought about it, but I couldn't stop my hips.

"...Mash, all the way, together."

She sought my lips.

She, who usually seemed like a doll, quiet and reserved, was now flushed and seeking me out.

I felt like she would break if I hugged her too tightly, but I still embraced her fiercely and returned her kiss. Our tongues tangled intensely, devouring each other's saliva.

Then, I pushed myself into her deepest part and poured my pent-up desire into her.

Our lips parted.

"Nn, nnh, ahhhhhh...!"

Marmi cried out in a heart-wrenching voice.

All the while, my member pulsed again and again, repeatedly ejaculating inside her.

After my orgasm subsided, we waited for our ragged breaths to calm down and exchanged a light kiss.

As I sat up to check our connection, my member slipped out of her vagina.

Marmi's proof of virginity was on my penis. And her once tightly closed vagina was now open in the shape of me. An indescribable sense of conquest filled my heart.

She touched my limp member, inspecting it. The mixture of semen, love fluid, and the blood from her broken hymen looked pink.

"...Mash."

"You were grimacing. Did it hurt?"

She shook her head.

"...More than that, the pleasure was so intense I felt like I was going to lose control. But it hurts a little now."

"I see."

I stroked her head.

"...That's why I want to do it again."

"What did you say? We just had a fight, you must be tired."

"...I'm fine. I used quite a bit of magic, but I'm not that tired."

"We have to ride a horse back to the city tomorrow, you know?"

"...That's fine too. I'll just be holding on to you from behind, Mash."

"..."

I wanted to say that I was tired and definitely not fine after ejaculating twice, but in the face of her smile, I couldn't say a word.