Chapter 167: Tell Us Your Secret!

Luca was about to march over to Leona and have a word about her little deception, but before he could take a single step, Luna appeared in front of him like a whirlwind.

Her eyes were practically burning with curiosity and something that looked almost like desperation.

“Luca! How did you do that?!”

He blinked, caught off guard. “Do what?”

Luna shook her head impatiently.

“My mother! How did you manage to talk to her like that? How did you get her to open up?”

Lulu, who had been happily examining her new scope, immediately perked up and bounded over.

“Yeah! How did you do that?!”

“Normally, getting her to even look your way while talking is an achievement! Me and the rest of the villagers have been struggling with that for years!”

Luna nodded vigorously as she added,

“If she even showed a hint of emotion, we’d consider it a good day. But you?!”

“You were just casually chatting with her like it was nothing! And she was laughing! Smiling! Actually showing expressions!”

“I know right! I didn’t even know she could make those faces!”

Lulu said in disbelief like she was seeing her mother’s face for the first time before having a contemplative look on her face and saying,

“For so long, I thought there was something wrong with her, like her face was disabled or something. But apparently she can totally do normal face things!”

Luna turned to stare at her sister in horror.

“Lulu. You cannot call our own mother physically disabled.”

“What? I’m just saying what I thought!”

Before Luna could respond, another voice joined the conversation—this one silkier, more knowing.

“That’s not even the best part.”

Nyx materialized beside them, her arms crossed and a smirk playing on her lips.

“The Hero here not only got her to laugh and smile—he got to pet her head.”

She raised an eyebrow significantly.

“Whenever I try to hold her hand or even get close, she shrugs me off like I’m trying to poison her.”

“Takes several steps back.”

“Acts like physical contact with her own sister is somehow dangerous.”

She leaned in, her eyes gleaming with genuine curiosity.

“But you? You had your fingers in her hair for a good long while, and she looked like she was in heaven.”

“So I’ll ask what everyone’s thinking—how did you do it, Hero? What’s your secret? Spill.”

“Yes, please! Teach me as well!”

Luna grabbed his sleeve.

“I want to know how to get close to my mother!”

Lulu pressed against his other side.

“Me too! I want her to smile at me like that!”

Within seconds, Luca found himself completely surrounded.

Luna on one side, Lulu on the other, and Nyx directly in front—all three pressing close, their soft plump breasts pushing against him with varying degrees of innocence and intent.

Luna and Lulu’s expressions were genuinely curious, almost pleading.

Nyx’s, on the other hand, was demanding.

She would not take no for an answer.

And in response, Luca held up his hands helplessly.

“I honestly don’t know what to tell you. I just talked to her. Like I talk to anyone. And she opened up.”

He shrugged like it was no big deal.

“There’s no secret technique. No special method. She just…responded.”

But hearing this, Nyx’s expression soured immediately.

“Bullshit.”

The word came out flat and accusatory.

“Absolute bullshit, Hero.”

She poked his chest with a finger.

“I have spent forty years trying every approach imaginable with Leona. Wholesome. Harsh. Playful. Serious. Acting like a child. Acting like an elder…I’ve tried EVERYTHING.”

Her eyes blazed.

“And nothing worked. She never opened up to me. Not once.”

She pointed at him accusingly.

“But you? You just walk in, say a few words, and suddenly she’s laughing and smiling and letting you touch her hair like it’s nothing?”

She shook her head furiously.

“There’s no way it’s as simple as you’re saying. You definitely did something. Something significant. And you’re going to tell us what it is!”

“Yeah! No gatekeeping!” Lulu nodded frantically. “Tell us your secrets!”

Luna grabbed his shirt tightly as she pleaded,

“She’s my mother, Luca. Not yours. You can’t just keep her all to yourself!”

Luca stared at the three women surrounding him, all making increasingly ridiculous accusations, and he couldn’t help himself.

A slow, infuriatingly smug grin spread across his face.

He raised both hands in a gesture of helpless innocence.

“What can I say?” He shrugged dramatically. “When you’re as charming as I am, people just naturally gravitate toward you. Even the most reluctant souls—the ones who never crack a smile for anyone—they can’t help but look at me fondly eventually.”

He tilted his head, utterly insufferable.

“It’s not something I can control. I was simply born with this level of magnetism.”

“Some call it a gift. Others call it a blessing.”

“I call it a curse since I’ve got eyes on my wherever I go and I can truly never get a moment to myself.”

Hearing this, all three women stopped their questioning and fixed him with identical cold stares.

Luna and Lulu had somehow perfectly channeled their mother’s infamous glare—the same icy, disapproving look that had made seasoned warriors quake.

It was almost uncanny, seeing those expressions on their younger faces.

Nyx, however, was something else entirely.

Her gaze wasn’t cold—it was dangerous.

The look of someone mentally flipping through an extensive catalog of torture techniques and deciding which one to use first.

Seeing this, Luca took an involuntary step back and he thought that she was about to pull out a dagger and threaten him.

But then, unexpectedly, Nyx’s expression shifted.

The scary look melted away, replaced by a slow, knowing smile. Without a word, she turned around, presenting her back to him.

And then—

She pressed against him.

Her entire body leaned back, her butt making firm contact, and she began to move.

Up and down. Slowly. Deliberately. Rubbing herself against him like a cat seeking attention, a satisfied smile on her face.

Luca’s brain stalled for a moment.

“W-What the hell are you doing, Nyx?!”

He held his hands up, unsure where to put them.

“Is this some kind of torture technique? Because I’ve read about a lot of interrogation methods, but this is definitely not in any manual I’ve seen!”

Luna and Lulu stood frozen, identical expressions of shock on their faces.

Nyx glanced back at him, that knowing smile still in place.

“Torture? Oh no, nothing like that.”

She continued her slow comforting movements.

“I’m not trying to extract information from you, Hero. I’m trying to extract your charm.”

Luca blinked. “My what?”

“Think about it…”

Nyx’s voice was silky, reasonable, as if she weren’t currently grinding against him in front of half the village.

“There must be something about you that makes people open up.”

“Leona trusted you almost immediately and it took no time at all for you two to get close.”

She glanced at Luna and Lulu and added,

“And I’m willing to bet it’s the same for you two as well. Didn’t you both feel comfortable around him very quickly?”

Luna and Lulu exchanged glances, realization dawning on their faces.

Nyx continued, her movements never ceasing.

“So I thought—maybe you have some kind of charm. Pheromones. A special scent. Something about your presence that makes people lower their guards.”

She pressed closer as she mischievously added,

“And right now, I’m just trying to absorb some of it by rubbing it off onto me.”

Luca stared at her, utterly dumbfounded.

“That’s—that’s completely ridiculous! You need to stop—”

But before he could finish, Luna and Lulu looked at each other for exactly one second—a silent conversation passing between them and then, to Luca’s absolute horror, they turned around too.

Two more butts pressed against him.

Luna and Lulu began moving, mimicking Nyx’s rhythm, their soft asses pressing and sliding against him from both sides.

“Come on!” Luca’s protest died in his throat. “You two as well?!”

Luna glanced back, a determined look on her face.

“It might be ridiculous, but it’s still my best chance of getting my mother to actually talk to me properly. I don’t mind trying anything at this point.”

Lulu grinned over her shoulder.

“And my butt is kind of itchy from sitting on the ground so long. This feels like a nice massage, actually!”

She wiggled emphasizedly.

“So I don’t mind either!”

And so, in the middle of the clearing, three women continued their absurd mission—rubbing against Luca from all sides, up and down, up and down, trying to ’absorb his charm.’

The other elves noticed, of course.

Giggles and pointed fingers spread through the crowd.

“Look at what they’re doing to the Hero!”

“It’s so silly!”

Another elf shook her head, smiling.

“The Hero is supposed to be this majestic, powerful figure from another world. And look at ours—he’s getting ambushed by three women with their butts!”

“I prefer him this way.” A younger elf said thoughtfully. “Much better than some arrogant Hero who thinks he’s above everyone else.”

“This one? I’d take this hero any day.”

Warm laughter rippled through the crowd.

Even Leona noticed the commotion from where she stood.

She watched the bizarre scene—her daughters and sister rubbing against Luca like cats in heat and felt confusion swirl in her chest.

She had no idea this was all happening because of her.

No idea that her simple act of opening up had sparked this desperate attempt to understand how.

If she knew, she would have been mortified beyond words.

Luca, for his part, had to admit something.

Despite the absurdity of the situation…it felt incredible.

Three women. Three soft, perfect butts. All pressing against him from different angles, moving in tandem, creating sensations he had never experienced.

It was, objectively speaking, heavenly.

But when he glanced toward the horizon and saw the sun dipping lower, reality crashed back in.

“Alright, that’s enough!”

He suddenly stepped forward, pulling away.

The three women, suddenly losing their support, tumbled into each other and collapsed in a heap on the grass—Luna and Lulu tangled together, Nyx sprawled elegantly on top of them.

Luca brushed himself off, trying to look dignified despite the situation.

“I think you’ve extracted enough ’charm’ from me. I’m probably completely drained at this point.”

He pointed toward the cases.

“Now stop playing around and pack up your bows. The cold night air will make them brittle if you leave them out.”

“You don’t want to damage your new weapons, do you?”

Luna and Lulu’s eyes went wide with horror.

“MY BOW!”

Lulu shrieked, scrambling to her feet and sprinting toward the cases.

“I’LL SAVE YOU, MY PRECIOUS BOW!”

Luna followed close behind, equally panicked.

Nyx rose more slowly, patting her butt thoughtfully.

She shot Luca a suspicious look, clearly still convinced he was hiding something.

But she said nothing, merely smirked and sauntered off to pack her bow away.

Luca exhaled, finally alone.

He then walked to a quiet spot where he could see the sunset clearly, unbothered by the chaos behind him.

The sky was a masterpiece of orange and pink and gold, slowly deepening into purple at the edges.

He smiled.

Back in his world, he had seen thousands of sunsets. Tens of thousands.

No, it should be in the millions.

But it had become mundane, ordinary, barely worth a glance.

But this?

This sky, this world, this moment—it was new.

Fresh.

Enchanting in a way he had almost forgotten was possible.

’Strange.’ He thought. ’I could probably witness two sunsets in a single day if I went back to my world and then returned here.’

’Two different skies. Two different worlds.’

He glanced back at the elves, bustling about, helping each other pack, laughing and chatting.

A warmth spread through his chest.

’I’m lucky.’ He realized. ’Lucky to have ended up here. Lucky to have met these lot.’

The thought was comfortable. Peaceful. Made him feel like he was somewhere he could belong.

But then—

Click.

A sound.

Luca’s eyes narrowed.

He recognized that noise immediately. It was the sound of a safety being disengaged.

The sound of a gun being made ready to fire.

And it was coming from directly behind him.

Before he could even turn, shouts erupted from the crowd.

“JULIUS! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”

“PUT THAT DOWN! PUT IT DOWN RIGHT NOW!”

“ARE YOU INSANE?! HOW DARE YOU POINT THAT AT THE HERO!”

“SOMEONE STOP HIM!”

Panicked shouts. Screams of alarm. The sound of elves scrambling, some running toward the danger, others running away.

Luca already knew what he would see.

But he turned anyway.

And there, under the horrified gaze of every elf in the clearing, stood Julius.

His face was twisted into the most vicious, triumphant smile imaginable.

His hands shook slightly—but they gripped something that made every elf freeze in terror.

The Tommy gun.

The same automatic rifle Luca had demonstrated earlier.

It must have been left out, forgotten in the chaos, or perhaps Julius had taken it deliberately when no one was looking.

And now it was aimed directly at Luca’s chest.

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