I have to hypnotize you, Aura!

?

"What are you saying! This is slander against me, okay?" Fingel casually wiped the sweat from his forehead. "And what do you think of this ring?"

"Ugh, it's really pretty, but the design looks kind of familiar... Why did you give me something like this?"

Frillie didn't accept the ring; it was far too valuable, and she felt it would cost five or six gold coins in a jewelry store.

Over the course of a thousand years, she learned not to accept gifts that were too expensive.

"Well... just tell me if you want it or not."

Fingel was a little flustered.

He did indeed prepare several rings, intending to give one to each of his women; his intentions were obvious.

Hmm...this sounds familiar. Where have I seen it before?

Frillie pondered for a moment, and finally found the answer in that distant memory.

"Ah... I remember now, the ring you gave Flame was this one too, wasn't it?!"

"Although Flame always says she hates it, she actually likes it a lot."

...

wipe.

Fingel never imagined that the problem originated a thousand years ago.

"Is this happening?"

"Yes, that's right."

"..."

"Then what do you mean by giving me this ring?" Frillie asked, her voice a probing question. "Is this for your partner? Do you want me to be your partner?"

"Flame might kill you."

Damn... it can't be that bad, right?

Fingel suddenly thought of a certain woman. Despite her calm and collected demeanor, she was capable of doing something big without warning.

Putting aside whether he would kill himself, the idea of ​​destroying his kidneys and his sexual function is definitely real!

So vicious!

"Huh? Don't get me wrong, we're just good friends, isn't it normal to give each other rings and stuff?"

Although a thousand years have passed, Fingel still felt inexplicably flustered and began to defend himself.

"This is not normal at all. Do you think I'm stupid?"

"That's right... Ah, no, no..."

"roll."

"In any case, you should just accept it—as you say, there's no reason to take back a gift that's been given away, is there?"

"Oh."

.....

After thinking it over, Frillian considered that Fingel was someone she knew and had bullied her many times... so she decided to consider this compensation?

Besides, she really liked the ring. Back then, Flame often subtly showed it off, which made her, who was deeply influenced by her master, very interested in it and wanted the same one.

...

One minute,

Two minutes

The world was at peace for a while.

But after a short while, Frilian, who had been thinking of forgiving a certain bastard, finally couldn't hold back anymore.

“Hey, you’ve got your hand on me again, Fingel.”

Frillie couldn't stand it anymore. Was this guy doing it on purpose?

"It's a bit cold... Don't be so stingy!"

"Another excuse? You just want me to satisfy my lust, don't you?" Frilian looked at Fingel with displeasure. "I'm not interested in that kind of thing. Can't you take care of it yourself?"

Seriously, male humans are such a hassle... I want to sleep!

"No...no."

"You'll be more convincing if you don't touch me when you speak."

Let go!

Fingel coughed twice tactically, while silently adjusting his posture... In fact, he had already reacted.

As a man in his early twenties, he's the type who could drill through a steel plate. How could he possibly resist at such close range?

So, the next second.

"Splash--------!"

He pulled back the covers, and Fingel knelt on the bed, pinning Frilian down and staring down at her. Frilian's long, silvery hair, like silk woven from moonlight, was scattered messily on the dark sheets, highlighting the elf's porcelain-white skin.

She tilted her head slightly, her pointed ears blushing slightly from the touch, but her emerald eyes remained cool and aloof.

It's as if desire is invisible.

The two stared at each other, and the atmosphere seemed to become tense.

"Ah, your eyes are glowing... You really are in heat." Frilian, pinned to the bed, remained calm, saying simply, "Flame mentioned something like this, that your bloodline seems to glow during 'xx' (sexual activity). Are you still trying to make excuses at a time like this?"

?

Oh right, so what happened?

Yes, I just want to have sex with you, is that wrong?

He could no longer tolerate it.

"Ah, you figured it out."

Fingel's breathing became a little heavier; in fact, he was quite reminiscing about the last time and longed to go further.

"I told you there wouldn't be a next time... and I'm not interested in that kind of thing, you could have taken care of it yourself, right?"

Frillie sensed something was wrong when she saw Fingel's expression.

[This guy... his eyes are filled with lust, quite troublesome.]

What should I do? Use magic to blast him away? That doesn't seem like a good idea... Should I call for help?

The female elf was somewhat conflicted.

Why do these kinds of things happen so often?

"How about this, I can go out first and wait for you to finish before coming back to sleep."

Frillie suggested trying to escape.

"Or should I lend you my stockings? I've heard some human men enjoy this kind of thing."

Stockings?

Fingel's heart skipped a beat—he couldn't deny that he was momentarily moved.

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Author's Note: Group number 570851978

There will be another 4K chapter tonight. Thanks for your support, brothers!

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Chapter 106: Brother, You Smell Good (Supplement)

Fingel's heart skipped a beat—he couldn't deny that he was momentarily moved.

Stockings... oh right, black stockings, just like Dove chocolate, every bite is cocoa.

No, no!

He shook his head violently; the image was too familiar.

To avoid being sexually assaulted, the girl had no choice but to take off her stockings and submit to the situation; this kind of scene is really quite strange.

However, the most fatal thing was that Frilian actually started taking off her stockings—because it was too cold in the fall and winter, Frilian also wore thermal stockings to sleep.

She raised her knee to press against Fingel's body, while pushing against the stockings on her thighs with both hands. The taut black silk and her relatively full thighs outlined a stunning curve.

Stockings are most attractive when worn.

"Um... I don't want to eat it."

"No...no, it's better not to take off the stockings."

Fingel's pupils contracted sharply. He hadn't noticed it last time... Frillian's thighs looked even fuller than they had a thousand years ago.

He couldn't resist touching it.

Although she wasn't particularly tall, Frilian's body proportions were excellent. You couldn't tell when she was wearing a robe, but when you looked at her up close, you would find that she was completely different.

Her thighs were full and long, brimming with a vitality that seemed to belong to a child of the forest—in other words, they were full of collagen.

Squeeze it hard, and the tactile sensation is even more intense.

"Don't touch my thigh. What do you want? Don't go too far." Frillian's expression was calm, but her tone revealed her anger and annoyance.

"I'm so sorry... Please forgive me, Frillie."

"This is the last time...please, Eugene!" Fingel was frantic, his heart pounding. "Besides, aren't we friends? We're best friends with a thousand-year-old friendship, so please help me out!"

He lowered his head, inhaled sharply, and placed his hand on the female elf's thigh, revealing an extremely lewd expression.

Even though he had been a nobleman for a year or two and had seen many women, he still acted quite vulgarly every time. Perhaps that was just his nature.

The female elf's fragrance carried a natural, serene quality, yet also a captivating allure... It really was pheromones, wasn't it?

"Ah, brother."

"You smell so good."

Fingel was once again captivated by pheromones; they smelled so good, just like Xiangpiaopiao milk tea.

His body has grown even taller; Fingel is now a giant approaching 1.9 meters tall, and the physique he possesses from his bloodline makes his muscles even more powerful.

The sheer size of his body completely engulfed Frilian, leaving only a pair of indifferent, gleaming eyes.

Frillie has mild doubts about your behavior.

【Frilian's Affection Level -1】

【Frilian's Affection Level: 331 (Friendship+)】

[Mind-reading entry: This guy... human males really are like this, once they get carried away, they don't care about the consequences, saying things like friends can touch each other however they want... Does he think I was a thousand years ago and didn't know anything?]

We can't let him succeed, or this will never end.

Frillie frowned slightly, her pink lips pursed, and a hint of displeasure flickered in her emerald eyes.

"Who said friends would do that kind of thing? I'm not interested at all. You're just making excuses... Ugh!"

Before she could finish speaking, Frilian's pointed ears suddenly trembled violently, her snow-white skin instantly flushed crimson, and her emerald pupils constricted—an unfamiliar heat, unlike anything elves had ever experienced, was spreading downwards along the tailbone that had been touched.

[Triggering...physiological response entry]

[Triggered physiological response x2]

[Triggered physiological response x3]

[Triggered physiological response x4]

[Triggered... Heat cycle keyword, implantation successful]

Didn't you say you weren't interested?

"But your body doesn't seem to be saying that, does it? What a dishonest child, Frilian."