Chapter 144 – Persuading the Dwarf Mother

Truth be told, I should have done this first.

Ugh, I can't help it if Septekifa’s mother has such an irresistible body. But I know exactly how to deal with a tempting physique: you have sex, plow the woman until you’re satisfied, and let the overflowing male desires dissipate naturally.

I spent the last while doing exactly that. Every drop of my boiling lust was poured into her canal along with a thick slurry, unleashed until my balls were empty. What followed was the so-called "Sage Mode." By physically ejecting the passion dominating my brain, I can finally talk like a calm human being!!

And so, we begin our post-coital conversation...

"Ah! ❤️❤️ Ah! ❤️❤️ Ah! ❤️❤️ Ahhh! ❤️❤️"

Wait. My penis is still inside her, driving toward the depths. The situation hasn't changed. Why?

The Answer: Because desire has no end.

No matter how much I release, more lust wells up from behind, driving my inner beast. A sex monster that never tires of plowing women—that’s who I am. And since Dakifa accepts me without resistance, it really never ends. We sat in a relatively shallow pool in this water-filled cave, rubbing our hips together with the rhythmic splash-splash of the water. Relaxing sex while bathing is incredibly comfortable.

...Wait, I didn't come here to do this, did I?

"Ah...! ❤️❤️ It feels so good... I never knew having the depths of my crotch ground like this could feel so amazing... ❤️❤️" 

"Don't call it 'the depths of your crotch,' call it your 'pussy'." 

"Pussy?" 

"That's it." 

"I never knew having my pussy ground like this felt so good... ❤️❤️ My pussy feels so goooood... ❤️❤️"

And there it is—Dakifa’s first "pussy" declaration.

I believe every man has a training duty to teach his mate lewd words, but what the hell was her previous man doing, not even teaching a mother of one the word "pussy"? Was he incompetent?

"The King of Niosebuk only thought of me as a test subject..." Dakifa noted. "Originally, I was just a hostage to keep the Dwarven Kingdom in line. I guess he thought it was killing two birds with one stone to use me as a nursery to produce strong children."

The more I hear about the King of Niosebuk, the more he sounds like a total piece of garbage. Every woman is a goddess; their mere existence is a blessing. Why do they need "utilitarian value"? Even questioning their value is a mistake. If anything, the question should be how I can be of use to them.

Again and again, I’m glad I killed that guy.

"Exactly. And that King is dead now. You don't have to be a hostage anymore. You’re free. You can go back to your birthplace, the Dwarven Kingdom." 

"Don't be ridiculous. Who’d go back to that rust-smelling, shitty backwater?"

Wait. Just when I thought the case was closed, I got a completely unexpected answer.

"Why would I consider a place full of people who threw me away as my 'home' after all this time?" 

"Threw you away? That’s not...!" 

"That’s what being a hostage is. If your people show the slightest sign of rebellion, you’re the first to be killed. Even if they don't, you're thrown into the midst of enemies, isolated and helpless. It's no different than being left for dead in hell."

Dakifa spoke with a cynical tone that carried the weight of raw experience. Her crotch was still joined to mine, though.

"Most of the women in the Niosebuk Inner Palace were like that. Some were tossed out because they couldn't bear strong children; others were literally murdered as an example to their rebellious families. To survive in that harsh environment, even a hostage had to make 'certain efforts.' I simply did what I had to."

"............Certain efforts?"

That phrase caught my attention. First, the obvious question: Why is she here?

An underground water cave in a remote area far from civilization. It would be suspicious enough if she were just here because she liked it, but given her status as a hostage, it was bizarre that she was wandering outside the capital at all. Aren't hostages supposed to be locked up in one place?

"You want to know? I don't mind telling a guy like you."

She’d been chatting away about her life quite voluntarily. Maybe she felt at ease now that our bodies were joined. Or maybe she’d been searching for a chance to vent the things she’d kept bottled up for so long. She definitely looked like someone forced to live a high-stress life.

"When the daughter I bore didn't meet their standards, I knew it was bad news when I was kicked out of the Inner Palace. That country is especially cruel to the 'weak'... the useless. Even if I had a use as a hostage, I didn't know when they'd give up on me. So, I had to show them something."

She had to show them she was useful for more than just being a hostage or a "womb" for strong children.

"Which meant I had to appeal to the fact that I’m a Dwarf. We have the world’s best craftsmanship; we can create superior tools that no other race can produce. I decided to show them that."

Fortunately, the people of Niosebuk are beasts who are only good at fighting. To people like that, Dwarven technology is worth its weight in gold. That’s why they brought the Dwarven Kingdom under their control, and the fact that they allowed it to remain independent while being tied to them was a huge concession from Niosebuk's perspective. It was proof that they valued Dwarven tech and knew they’d be in deep trouble without it.

"Even as a hostage, I still have those skills. I figured it would be perfect if they could produce things domestically in addition to what they extorted from the Dwarven Kingdom. I set up a workshop within Niosebuk, gradually expanded the equipment, and increased the variety of things I could make..."

That was how she made Niosebuk recognize her value. It was a desperate survival strategy for a hostage. The result of heart-wrenching effort.

"Well, the Niosebuk lot were still hesitant to admit it. After all, they’re 'Might is Right' simpletons. Relying on technology or knowledge was seen as 'weak' in their value system. There was a time when I was criticized for trying to 'ingratiate myself through petty means'..."

"...There was a time...?"

Wait. Did the tone of her voice just change?

"But then, something happened that forced every single beast in Niosebuk to acknowledge me. I achieved a result so massive they couldn't ignore it." 

"And that was...?" 

"I captured a Spirit."

A Spirit?! You don't mean...?!

"Harp, the Wind Spirit...?!" 

"Oh, you knew? That one served as the test subject for my life's greatest invention: the 'Material Jail'. The result was a total success."

Harp, the Wind Spirit—one of the six Great Spirits governing the nature of this world—had been sealed deep beneath the Niosebuk Royal Castle, robbed of its freedom. The idea that a human, a lower being, could do something to a Spirit—a being far surpassing humanity... I had wondered how that was possible.

"That was YOUR doing?!"

"The 'Material Jail' is a multi-layered barrier. The cage is made of meteoric iron, the only material in the world capable of blocking spiritual power, and it uses a system that circulates the Spirit’s own natural energy to suppress it. The King of Niosebuk was ecstatic over this trump card specifically designed to counter Spirits. After all, it fulfilled his lifelong ambition."

The King’s lifelong ambition?

"To receive every Stigma from the Six Spirits and become the Great King who rules the world... The legend says he who is engraved with all six marks of those recognized by the Spirits will become the King of the whole world. It's a legend told in many lands, not just Niosebuk."

"So the late King believed that legend blindly...?"

"Well, my invention did prove a Spirit could be captured. And it's a famous story in those circles that the Queen of Reniosegra bears the Fire Spirit's Stigma. Even that impatient King of Niosebuk couldn't conquer her despite trying countless times... the Queen of Reniosegra always stayed one step ahead of him."

Ah, my Queen. I only think of her as the lewd Queen who grinds her hips on my cock, but I guess she’s a normally competent Queen in her daily life, right?

"He figured if he also had a Spirit Mark, he could finally crush Reniosegra. The King gave me unrestrained praise for that. It was the first time that monster ever treated me so well. I’ll admit, it felt good back then."

Escaping the misery of being a hostage. It must have been a massive achievement in her life.

"But he was a greedy one; being recognized by just one Spirit wasn't enough. He believed the legend that gathering them all would make him King of the world. Like a dreaming child."

"So he tried to capture the other natural Spirits besides Wind...?"

"Bingo. And that policy was inherited by his son, Gangastra, after the old scumbag died. Like father, like son—they both really wanted to be 'King of the World.' And..."

And that...

"Is the reason I'm here." 

"Is there a Spirit here too?!" 

"Look at this quiet, water-filled cave and tell me what you see. The Baldaria Underground Water Caves are home to one of the Six Spirits... the Spirit of Water, Waterjet. ...Though, I haven't actually laid eyes on it yet."

Finally, I understood the situation. Her purpose here. The reason she appeared from the water was that she’d been exploring the depths to find the Water Spirit. The Niosebuk lot weren't satisfied with Harp; they wanted to capture every Spirit and force them to grant their Stigmas. Driven by the delusion of becoming the "King of the World"...

"Anyway, if you say you've killed Gangastra, I guess my job here is done. Tsk, and I was actually starting to enjoy this."

"You should probably stop. Capturing and imprisoning them while they’re living in peace is a total dick move to the Spirits."

Spirits have their own lives and things they enjoy. Mere humans have no right to be assassins interfering with that.

"Besides, nothing good comes from capturing Spirits. You’re just giving power to trash like the King of Niosebuk or Gangastra. And that just makes the things they do even worse."

You’d just be creating more victims like yourself. Does she ever imagine where her inventions lead?

"A technician is satisfied as long as they can realize the vision in their head. What happens to the world after that isn't a craftsman's concern." 

"Wha...!?" 

"To begin with, as a hostage, protecting my own position was everything. If I didn't keep proving I was useful to Niosebuk, my very life was in danger. I don't give a damn about anyone else's safety."

"That might be true, but...!"

Hostage in a distant land, no room to care about others. Dakifa’s argument was perfectly valid for someone who had to fight alone with no one to rely on.

"But look, I know what I've done has caused trouble for others. If Gangastra was killed, I won't complain if I'm finished off as one of his accomplices." 

"That's..." 

"To survive in that country, I had to become his collaborator. Collaborating means bearing his sins and potentially being executed with him. I'm sure you came after me with that intention, didn't you?"

She thinks I'm a chaser? I already told her I was the one who finished off Gangastra, so I guess it’s natural she’d think that, but maybe I got the order of information wrong?

"I've heard plenty of stories about how if the target is a woman, you ravish them for a bit before killing them. I never thought I'd be treated that way, but thanks to you, I've learned a pleasure I've never experienced before."

"Wait, wait, wait!"

What’s with this "I have no more regrets" atmosphere?! That's not why I came looking for you at all. I hurriedly told her what I should have said right at the start. I explained the whole situation.

"...Eh? Septekifa?"

At the mention of her daughter's name, Dakifa’s eyes changed. I was worried what I’d do if she didn't react to her own daughter’s name.

"I was asked by her and the Dwarven King to bring you back safely. While I’m at it, I'm destroying Niosebuk." 

"That old man...? He threw me away, and now, after all this time...!?" 

"But the reason the Dwarven Kingdom couldn't defy Niosebuk until today was definitely because you were held hostage. They couldn't resist if they were told you’d be harmed. The Dwarven King looked like he'd aged a century from the stress..." 

"The old man...!?"

I didn't know the Dwarven King in his youth, but...

"Septekifa was worried about you, too. Neither the King of Niosebuk nor Gangastra is around anymore. Why don't you just throw away those stupid orders and go home?" 

"Septekifa... and here I thought she hated me for abandoning her..."

For the first time, a motherly light shone in Dakifa’s sharp, solitary eyes. She wasn't like the King or Gangastra. In this cold-blooded kingdom, she’d had to become cold herself to survive, but she’d just pushed her conscience deep down; she was a human with a normal sense of ethics.

Alright, one more push should do it. I added more words to sway her heart.

"Let’s go back to the Dwarven Kingdom. I really want to enjoy a 'Dwarven Mother-Daughter 3P' with you and Septekifa."

"Huh? What the hell did you just say?"

Wait.

"Don't tell me you laid hands on my daughter too? You absolute pervert."

...Did I pick the wrong words for the final push?

Prev            TOC            Next