"Right here." The guards bowed behind their backs, and the door slowly opened.

Jasper bricks make up this extravagant house, and the golden pillars are inlaid with crystals, agate, and intricate roses. Twelve pillars were arranged around a circular room, apparently not for support, but for the formation of some kind of circle. Geralt was dizzy by the glare of the room's lighting, but the dragon's eyesight was four times that of a human, and he quickly recovered, the door behind him slamming shut.

The dust of the sun boiled and slowly fell, and the figure of the elf came into view.

"Al...... Rod. ”

Geralt was originally happy to see "her", but was startled by the piercing eyes and lowered his voice in a sneer.

"She" no longer has the clear and transparent light of an elf. Other than that, "she" was still neatly dressed and looked the same as before—but Geralt felt that something was different.

The transparent sapphire-like eyes darkened, no longer curious about the world and clean and alienated from the spectators, but dull uneasiness and melancholy. Seeing Geralt's figure, "she" flashed despair for a moment.

“…… Here we go again. ”

The elf murmured.

What's coming again? Geralt frowned and asked nervously, "Are you okay?" ”

The elves stared at the descendant of the dragon. He looked about twenty-seven or eighteen, but his eyebrows and eyes were still full of youthful childishness. This is not to say that he is beautiful - he is good-looking, with thick eyelashes and a high nose, but there is a heroic feeling of a little tiger in his eyebrows, two tiger teeth when he laughs, and his eyes are shining.

It was a look of admiration.

…… It was a different look from the brave man who had spewed out the dragon's flames with a smug smile countless times in his dreams and killed him.

As if he had come to his senses, Elrod withdrew his gaze, lowered his eyes to look at his hands, and slowly curled the corners of his lips and smiled.

"I ...... Of course it's good. ”

"She" looked up, as if a little puzzled why Geralt was standing so far away from her, and tilted her head slightly, "Come here, Geralt." ”

“…… Well? ”

Geralt felt that Elrod's attitude was a little strange, but his worries prevailed. Doubting him, he walked over to the elf—still a little lower than "her", tsk.

——！！

Suddenly, the world was turned upside down, and his vision was churning, and it turned out that Elrod had pressed him against the bed, bowing his head and exchanging breathing air with him at close range.

Long blonde hair slid down "her" shoulders and swept across his face as if to bring a subtle electric shock. "She" is really beautiful, from the eyelashes to the corners of the lips, every bit of detail is breathtakingly delicate. Geralt carefully held his breath, and then reacted to meet Elrod's eyes with a strange smile.

“……！”

I don't know how to catch up with his thoughts at this moment, Geralt felt that his face was burning like a fire, he was at a loss, he didn't dare to take the initiative to touch Elrod, but there was a faint expectation.

The elf's gaze swept over his lips with a hint, and Geralt's gaze could not take his eyes off the elf's open and closed lips as he spoke, white teeth, and the nimble tip of his tongue, which had once entered his—

"Geralt, don't you have anything to say?"

"I ...... I-"

——！ Come back to your senses!

Geralt tried desperately to stay awake, but it was too late, he felt his lower body swell and pain, and the words in his mouth were not finished.

The elf chuckled lowly. "She" grabbed Geralt's hand, and Geralt was as if enchanted and did not resist, and was gradually lowered by "her" until he touched his own body, "The reaction here-"

The elf raised the corners of her lips slightly, lowered her head and gently rubbed Geralt's cheek with her slightly cool lips, and swept his skin with a gentle breath, as gentle as a prophecy.

"—you love me."

"Wait! Confession is up to me—" Geralt's words had already come out before he realized that the elf was not saying "I love you", but only "you love me". His voice couldn't help but weaken, and he admitted, "...... Yes, I love you. ”

He pursed his lips and asked hesitantly, "What's wrong with you, Elrod?" He hurriedly added, "I'm not...... I'm not skeptical, I just feel like your current state doesn't seem right, maybe we shouldn't be talking about this now-"

Yes, explaining Ludovina's plans and discussing how to kill the king is what he came here for. This thought flashed through his mind, and he said with some uneasiness: "...... You don't seem to be like that. ”

But his thoughts were quickly interrupted by a deep kiss. The elves relentlessly robbed him of every bit of thought, and skillfully provoked the nerves in his mouth, and Geralt was already like a boat swept into the storm just in response.

The elf's hand was in his hair, holding him to raise his upper body slightly to meet him, and the other hand reached into his robe, deftly descending on his back, tapping and sliding on the side of his lower back, stimulating him to arch his waist backwards, and wanted to dodge, but felt unbearable, his hands unconsciously soothed himself in front of him, and then sent himself out in the elf's dark light flowing smiling eyes.

Only then did his mind return to his brain, and Geralt seemed to react to what had happened, but was silenced by the elf's gentle pecking kiss.

The beautiful elf stroked his white hair pitifully, "I don't usually do this, naturally ......" "She" voice was soft, "That's because you never knew me." ”

He pressed his body against Geralt, meaningfully taking his hand and resting it on his hipbone, smiling as he transmitted his body temperature to him through the fabric. The unfamiliar—but all too clear—touch made Geralt stiffen.

Little by little, the elf's slender white fingertips unbuttoned themselves from the white neck, revealing a beautifully curved collarbone and a lean, muscular chest. His gaze swept over Geralt's stiff expression, and he lowered his hand as if he were bored, no longer teasing him.

His expression narrowed his smile again, and became cold and detached.

"Geralt, you've never known me."

He looked so haughty and unapproachable, but Geralt could clearly see in his eyes—not utterly detached, a silent "as it was", an inexplicable, massive condensation of pain and sorrow that made him feel a cramp in his chest.

"-Elrod!"

Moreover, he could not deny this emotion - even though he realized that the other person was a man, he was still excited by his bare skin, his eyes, and his breath, and longed for his contact, for his kiss, in the hope of soothing his melancholy and sadness.

What's going on! Geralt had no intention of ignoring his own sanity, and he felt that he was driven by crazy feelings. Elrod looked at it—he raised an eyebrow slightly, waiting for his response. Geralt stammered for a moment as he heard him, searching for reason and words.

“…… You, you said, 'It's not about gender' — I don't dislike it — uh, I mean, that's what I think too......"

What am I talking about!

Geralt was so anxious that he scratched his ears and cheeks, but he sighed when he saw Elrod close his eyes.

His heart felt like it had fallen into an ice cellar - what's wrong? Was he disappointed in me?

However, the elf opened his eyes.

He stared at Geralt steadily—for a moment, with a warm smile.

He laughed!

Geralt was in the midst of a great upheaval and regain, and suddenly crashed into the arms of the elf, hugging his lean waist. The cursed elf took two steps back to stand still, and then he heard the elf's muffled laughter and looked up to kiss him back.

At this time, Elrod acted as if he was completely passive, calmly standing and letting Geralt wrap his arms around his shoulders, raising his head slightly to curry favor with the reserved elf with his clumsy kissing skills. But Elrod's hand was still teasing behind him, lighting a sufficient fire, but no further action was made.

“…… What should be done now? Geralt suppressed his breath, a little uneasy—despite his lack of specific knowledge, he also knew that one of the two men had to be down there, even with the "common sense" of a few words.

Elrod bit his ear affectionately and whispered, so Geralt reluctantly—well, a little excitedly—said to him, "Elrod, you teach me what to do—"

The elf then deceived him and kissed him again until he was unable to resist, and collapsed on the bed, unable to speak, only feeling the elf's cool fingers dipping into the liquid he had just poured out, probing into his back hole, deftly opening up, and gradually making him feel a strange pleasure.

It's not good, it's not good to go on like this.

The beautiful elf smiled and lifted his legs around his waist, stopping his words of protest in good time, sending himself into the body of the white-haired youth.

"Hmm——!"

Beauty is wrong! Beauty is wrong!

Geralt was so painful that he almost fainted, but he was reluctant to hurt Elrod, and pinched his palm fiercely to endure the pain - why does an elf have such a big ♂ setting!!

The elf kissed away the tears that overflowed from the corners of his reddened eyes with pity, and when he spoke, Geralt realized that his previously clear voice was also hoarse,—— well, too sexy to say.

"Good baby, relax."

Who's the baby!

Geralt glared angrily at the elf who moved his hips slightly, but when he touched his deep gaze, he immediately stopped daring to look at it, and thought again and again with a red face: Beauty! Hue! Mistake! Person!

So when he finally stopped being so nervous, the elf bowed his head and kissed him in appreciation. Geralt's afterglow swept to his pointed ears, and suddenly his heart became malicious, and he reached out and pinched the topmost pointed part—

Retribution is coming soon! The elf was so stimulated that it lost control, and poked it deeply, hitting it with a "snap". This time it went so deep that Geralt couldn't help but cry out "ah", and immediately felt the thrill of trembling into his nerves.

The elf chuckled lowly.

“…… I take back the compliment of 'good boy'. As if as punishment, the elf began to speed up mercilessly, going deeper and deeper.

Geralt was sent to the top by him, but the elf did not bypass him in the slightest, relented slightly, and began to ram vigorously again. The sound of water tsk, the sensitive nerves have long been unable to withstand the overload of pleasure, Geralt bit his lip and shook his head, "Hmm! …… Al...... Woo-huh...... I don't want to—"

"—naughty kid, needs a lesson."

The elves taught Geralt a lesson, and told him to climb to the top quickly.

***

The wizard Saviman sighed deeply as he faced the fierce formation of the king's guards.

"The elf favored by the stars, how can I see his true fate?"

The Earth Elf paced in front of him proudly, "Well, you don't know how arrogant your student is—but his knowledge is certainly not a ten-thousandth as yours!" This is the king's invitation, and your prophecy is destined to be his fate, so please don't refuse! ”

Saviman sighed deeply again, "...... Please wait for me for a moment. ”

He closed the door of the tower, turned and took off the heavy crystal lenses, and his cloudy eyes showed a bright light of wisdom, and his rickety body straightened. He muttered to himself as he changed into a wizard's suit: "...... When people are old, I'm afraid they won't be able to exert much force. ”

Remembering the scene in his crystal ball after seeing the student's note, Saviman grabbed his staff.

"—but at least, it's okay to kill one or two people."

He shook his head, and denied himself again, "How can you casually fight and kill when you're old?" It is to send them to the arms of God—to the arms of God. ”

The tower's doors were pushed open, and he was a wise and powerful wizard in a very different way from the old man with the faint eyes and the gaunt figure from before.

Saviman bowed politely and said, "Lead the way, Your Excellency." ”