Chapter 36: Three ❤

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Elysia found her new life in Quantora village far less stressful than she had anticipated. At first, people often glanced at her skeletal hands and sometimes gave her odd looks, but with a pair of gloves and Hiro's tentacle to help, the problem was easily solved.

The refugees were particularly welcoming toward her, as she contributed significantly to the village's construction efforts. Numerous skeleton laborers rose from the ground at her command, becoming the workforce for Quantora's expanding walls. At first, they were fearful. But as soon as they saw how helpful the skeletons were, they quickly accepted Elysia as part of the labor force.

Although Hiro was limited in the amount of wood he could produce, crafting specific timber sizes for construction posed no problem. His efforts were instrumental, and the villagers were quick to notice.

"Thank you!" was now the villagers' greeting as Elysia passed by. With Hiro's help, Elysia also repaired their broken tools, such as hoes, hammers, and even rakes.

Hiro sighed internally, amused and a little frustrated. Despite already demonstrating his ability to extract iron from pangolins and convert it into ingots, many villagers seemed to think he could only work directly with materials from monsters or turn metals into ingots. They still didn't fully understand his capabilities—partly because Hiro couldn't speak. So, when Elysia opened her shop beside Marissa's house, he showed his true strength.

Elysia was particularly surprised one day when Hiro slithered out from her and grabbed a broken hoe nearby, repairing it on the spot. Marissa quickly recognized the potential for greater efficiency and enacted a new law: all trash in the village was to be sorted.

With no plastics or chemical waste like batteries in this world, sorting trash was straightforward. Trash was divided into two categories: metal and non-metal. Non-metals were to be made into compost, while metallic waste was to be collected in a designated area for Hiro to convert into ingots.

Hiro's ability soon became a cornerstone of the village's operations. Villagers flocked to Marissa's manor, bringing broken tools and items for repair. Thanks to his work, Elysia quickly gained a reputation as a valuable and indispensable member of the community. Any prejudice against her vanished as people recognized her contributions. To the villagers, she became akin to a government employee. They didn't ask Cecile, Nana, and Rebecca because the villagers thought they were Marissa's knights.

Technically, Elysia served as Marissa's maid, so all the money she earned went to Marissa. Marissa paid them as much as Cecile. However, Elysia didn't derive satisfaction from eating or other material comforts, so her wages remained untouched.

After Elysia closed her shop beside Marissa's manor, she was invited by Nana and Cecile—a daily routine they had come to enjoy.

"Elysia, want to play with Hiro together?" Nana asked assertively, while Cecile shyly looked away, her cheeks flushing red. Hiro playfully nudged Cecile's belly, causing her to collapse onto the floor.

“Hnng… Hiro…” Cecile bit her lip, her voice trembling. She was on the verge of begging, but Hiro gently brushed his tentacle against her lips, silencing her. He didn't want Cecile to become as brazen as Nana. Hiro appreciated her bashful nature—it was one of the things he found most endearing about her. Carrying her gently with his tentacles, he turned his attention to Elysia.

"Of course!" Elysia agreed with a nod.

After Elysia closed the door, Hiro emerged fully from Nana and Cecile, expanding to envelop every corner of the room. The small room transformed into an otherworldly realm, as though the girls had been transported into an alien world made entirely of flesh and tentacles.

Cecile and Nana grew weak on their knees, their desire evident as damp patches began forming on their underwear. They were overcome with arousal. If Hiro didn't act, they would soon start grasping at any tentacles within reach to relieve themselves.

Hiro carefully laid them down, his tentacles cushioning them. There was no need for a bed; his cocoon-like appendages cradled the girls as he gently massaged their bodies. Their moans filled the air, creating an intoxicating atmosphere.

For Elysia, Hiro had something special in mind. As an undead, she couldn't feel normal sensations on her skin, much like Marissa's formerly paralyzed legs. However, Elysia could sense Hiro's movements beneath her skin, and that was where he put his attention.

"Hnn…" Elysia shuddered as Hiro's tentacle slipped beneath her surface, massaging her stomach from the inside. Her body quivered, and a faint, surprised gasp escaped her lips.

"Hiro…" Elysia melted into the sensation. Hiro was careful as he moved within her, ensuring his motions were slow and deliberate to avoid causing pain.

Elysia's plight wasn't lost on Hiro. On the surface, many might envy her abilities, especially her heightened magic sense after becoming a lich. She didn't have to worry about mundane concerns like money or daily survival. But the reality of her existence carried profound suffering. Her inability to taste food, feel human touch, or experience life as she once had was a heavy burden—a cruel reminder of her human memories in her undead form.

Liches couldn't sleep or dream. In the beginning, Elysia often found tears in her eyes whenever she tried to rest, haunted by memories of her family and the circumstances that led her here. She could eat steak every day now, yet it tasted no different than sand or coarse bread. The joy of food was forever lost to her.

Every night, Hiro would gently pat her head. Elysia, who shouldn't have been able to feel anything, trembled whenever Hiro slithered out of her. Somehow, she could sense his presence when he moved inside her. At first, it made her uncomfortable, even disgusted.

For an undead, such sensations would usually be painful because the undead perceived anything getting close to their monster core as a threat. But over time, the absence of sensation in her life left her starved for any kind of stimulation. It didn't take long for that discomfort to transform into pleasure.

"Harder…" Elysia urged, her voice trembling. Hiro obliged, rubbing his tentacle directly on her ribcage tenderly. She shuddered, her body reacting instantly.

Her heart leaped as Hiro's tentacle ventured closer to her core. She had always known her life was in his hands—if Hiro destroyed her core, she would cease to exist. Strangely, that vulnerability only heightened her excitement. When Hiro encroached on her innermost personal space, she felt an overwhelming sense of connection, as though she was no longer alone in the world.

“Hah… Hah…” Liches couldn't sweat, but Elysia panted heavily as Hiro rubbed along her spine. Through sense-sharing, Hiro could feel her excitement. He trod carefully, knowing the line between excitement and fear was razor-thin for her, as was the balance between pain and pleasure.

Her soft moan added a profound melody to the cacophony of sounds made by the other two girls.

"Feels so good! Master!" Nana exclaimed, writhing within Hiro's cocoon. His newest creation, a bumpy-textured tentacle, sent waves of pleasure through Nana's body, driving her to new heights. As she reached her peak, Hiro activated her switch, and Nana's entire body convulsed in ecstasy.

"Cumming!!" she cried out, trembling violently. Her eyes rolled back, turning white as she gasped for air.

"Hah… Hnngh! Cumming…” Cecile followed shortly after, her body trembling under Hiro's touch. Unlike Nana, Cecile was more subdued in expressing her climax. She didn't shout or thrash, but her soft, breathy moans were more than enough for Hiro. Her quiet reactions only made her cuter.

"Hah… Hiro…” Elysia's breathing turned ragged as Hiro continued to explore her, her undead form trembling with sensations she thought she'd never experience again. Unlike others, Elysia couldn't be rushed. Hiro had to stimulate her slowly. He slowly enveloped her chest, suffocating her.

"Ahn!... Hiro!" Elysia moaned, her vision turning white. When Hiro enveloped her core, the flow of mana from outside was cut off, creating a suffocating sensation. For Elysia, who was starved for stimulation, it was entrancing. She might no longer be able to feel traditional sexual pleasure, but the connection to Hiro filled her with a profound sense of belonging. She wasn't alone in this world, and that realization brought her immense happiness.

"AH! Ahn! So—" Hiro silenced Nana by stuffing her mouth with his tentacle, cutting off her loud, lustful cries.

Cecile, on the other hand, was more subdued. Her breathing was ragged, her body trembling beneath her still-clothed form. Seeing her nightgown clinging to her sweat-soaked body sent a surge of excitement through Hiro.

"Ha… Hah… Ma—Hngh!!" Cecile tried to speak, but Hiro gently closed her mouth with another tentacle as he flicked her G-spot. Unlike Nana, who relished rough treatment, Cecile preferred something more delicate. She responded best to a long, thin touch—a gentle tickle rather than an overwhelming surge.

Cecile had already given up resisting Hiro's advances in her heart. However, Hiro wouldn't let her beg like Nana, so her shy nature remained intact despite her sensitivity. Hiro especially liked it when Cecile looked at him bashfully, implicitly asking him for sex.

"Mmf! Mmf!" Cecile started sucking on the tentacle in her mouth, her tongue tracing its contours. Hiro responded by carefully caressing her insides, creating a feedback loop that made her feel as though she was in control, pleasuring herself.

When Cecile swallowed the tentacle deeply, the one inside her penetrated further. When she licked along its sides, Hiro reciprocated by caressing the corresponding areas of her inner walls. This intimate feedback allowed Hiro to not only identify Cecile's weak points but also understand how she preferred to be treated.

Hitting those weak points might make her climax, but Hiro understood that wasn't always what she wanted. Cecile thrived on gradual, deliberate pacing. Excessive stimulation might overwhelm her, so Hiro let her explore her pleasure at her own rhythm.

Cecile moved her tongue over the tentacle, sometimes pulling it deep, sometimes licking its surface. Even as she neared her peak, she didn't rush. If Hiro hadn't trained her to announce her climaxes, he might not have realized when she reached them. Her orgasms were marked by subtle trembles rather than loud cries. Her ahegao face was only reserved for moments when Hiro pushed her past her limits.

In contrast, Nana craved raw intensity. She was utterly addicted, her reasoning overwhelmed by pure lust. From the moment Hiro flicked the sensitive switch on her breast, she was his.

"Hn! Hn!" Nana huffed, sucking Hiro's tentacle-like it was her favorite treat, her passion evident in every exaggerated movement.

Meanwhile, Elysia let out a relieved sigh as the suffocating sensation eased. Hiro slowly retracted his tentacle from her mana core, allowing the flow of mana to resume. As the liberating sensation washed over her, Elysia relaxed, thinking the play was over.

But just as she let her guard down, Hiro struck. Before fully withdrawing his tentacle, he flicked her core.

"Hng! AH!" Elysia gasped as her vision turned white, her very being shuddering in response.

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Elysia dropped to the ground, trembling. Hiro tilted his head, observing her curiously. She wasn't supposed to be able to feel his touch, yet her reaction spoke volumes. Her eyes rolled back, her body convulsed, and her expression radiated pure bliss. What else could it be but happiness?

After ensuring all three girls reached their peaks three times, Hiro decided he was done for the day. Just as he withdrew and allowed the girls to rest, a glowing star appeared in his vision.

Hiro had leveled up—and not just once. He had ascended three levels, reaching level 15.

[You have leveled up to level 15.]