Chapter 267: Impregnate Us!

It had been a couple of days since the extinction of the male elves, and the village had transformed in ways no one could have imagined.

Before, even with Luca’s presence, there had been a lingering gloom.

A wariness in the eyes of the female elves, as if they were constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop.

They had been so conditioned to fear the males, to anticipate their cruelty, that they had never fully relaxed.

Now, that weight was gone.

The village had become something out of a dream.

Wherever you looked, there were smiles, laughter, and playful teasing.

The elves woke at dawn with renewed vigor, eager to tend to their duties, and late into the night, their homes glowed with warmth and song.

Every house seemed to echo with joy. It was truly a new age.

Many villagers also visited Leona, still carrying guilt for how they had treated her.

The elders apologized, their eyes wet, telling her how proud her mother would be. Leona wept with them, her heart so full it ached.

Her old friends, those she had laughed with, climbed trees with, dreamed with cried and begged her forgiveness for letting her drift away.

Leona spent hours calming them, but she didn’t mind.

For the first time in forty years, she was truly part of her community again.

Even Nyx, who had always worn her armor of indifference, found herself flustered by the attention.

Villagers apologized for misjudging her, for thinking ill of her because she had played nice with Julius.

Some thanked her for secretly watching over them all those years and Nyx, usually so composed, struggled to push them away without being rude.

It was a struggle, but a welcome one.

Meanwhile, Luna herself had thrown herself into a new mission.

After discovering how her father had infiltrated their bodies with parasites, she was determined to ensure nothing like that ever happened again.

She spent most of her time in the medical shed Luca had set up, learning to use the strange apparatuses he had brought from his world.

Other young elves joined her, eager to learn.

Luca held medical classes, teaching them about hygiene, basic surgery, and how to use the equipment. They absorbed the knowledge like sponges, hungry to protect their village.

Lulu, predictably, had her own crisis.

She became convinced that her precious chickens might also contain dangerous worms.

She wept and wailed, threatening to live in the chicken coop for the rest of her life if Luca didn’t run tests on every single bird.

Despite Luca’s insistence that Julius would never waste parasites on poultry, Lulu was inconsolable.

So Luca ran egg tests, took X-rays, and examined Sir Pecksalot, Beaky, Clucky, and the rest of the flock.

Only when he confirmed they were parasite-free did Lulu finally relax and she looked even happier than when the village was saved.

It was bizarre, but it was Lulu. No one minded.

The former Patriarch, though already dead, was not spared. The tree planted in his honor was cut down and carved into public toilets.

Every elf who used them spat on his memory.

It was a fitting end for a man who had valued his legacy above all else.

As for Julius, no one knew his exact fate.

Nyx and Luca had dragged him to Nyx’s torture shed, and from that moment on, horrible screams echoed day and night.

The shed, already feared, became a place no one dared approach.

The screams even kept elves awake at night. They complained to Leona, who in turn asked Luca to finish it and basically to end Julius’s suffering and let them all move on.

But Luca was not finished playing.

Instead of killing Julius, he transported him to a remote burrow at the edge of the village, where his screams could not disturb anyone.

And every time Luca emerged from that place, he had a look of deep satisfaction on his face. No one asked what he was doing. No one wanted to know.

And now, Luca stood in his treehouse, preparing for a hunt.

Not for animals…But for more male elves.

The truth was the majority of the male elves had not come to the village and were instead waiting on one of the countless islands that surrounded the demi-human continent.

Julius had instructed them to stay there until he took full control of the village again, since he knew he couldn’t control too many of them.

But unfortunately for them, Julius had already revealed their location, and Luca had already sent a letter in Julius’s handwriting, ordering them all to gather on that island for an “important announcement.”

They were coming. All of them. Walking straight into their own deaths.

Luca hummed a cheerful tune as he dressed, contemplating how he would end them.

Perhaps he would make a speech first, let them know the truth. Perhaps he would simply slaughter them without warning.

He hadn’t decided yet.

Then he heard it.

A sharp whistle—an arrow cutting through the air.

Luca spun around just as the arrow slammed into the floorboards in front of his bed, quivering with the force of impact.

“What the hell?” He stared at the arrow, then at the window, then back at the arrow.

“I gave everyone compound bows! Their aim should have improved!”

He shook his head in mock exasperation. “And yet they’re still trying to assassinate me.”

He peered out the window, scanning the treetops.

“Is it Luna? I swear, if it’s Luna again, I’m going to start thinking she really is an undercover spy sent to kill me. This is the second time.”

Then he noticed the arrow itself. It wasn’t ordinary—it was an arrow of challenge. A piece of paper was tied to the shaft.

He picked it up and read the message.

[Come to the village square. Quickly.]

It was the exact same message he had sent Leona a few days ago.

Luca’s brow furrowed. Was someone in trouble? But no—he would have sensed it. The village was peaceful. So what was this about?

Curious, he made his way down the winding bridges and paths, heading toward the square.

As he walked, he noticed something strange.

The village was empty. No elves laughing on porches, no children chasing each other, no elders tending gardens. Just silence.

It felt exactly like what Leona had described before her own revelation.

When he reached the square, his suspicions were confirmed.

The female elves were gathered. But this time, the elders and children were absent.

Only the young women and adults remained—over fifty of them, standing in clusters, some with nervous expressions, some blushing furiously, others barely containing their anticipation.

Lulu, Leona, Nyx, and Luna stood at the front.

Lulu kept fidgeting with the hem of her dress, Luna stared at the ground with burning cheeks, Leona had a determined set to her jaw, and Nyx wore a calm, almost smug smile.

Although Luca felt something wrong about all this, he didn’t show it and instead walked toward them with a casual smile on his face.

“Alright.” He said, spreading his arms. “What’s going on? Is this some kind of intervention? Have I done something wrong?”

He tapped his chin thoughtfully and said,

“Oh, let me guess. Is it because of all the moaning Luna does at night?”

Luna’s face went crimson. She ducked her head, unable to meet anyone’s eyes.

“I know you all have grievances.” Luca continued, shrugging. “Plenty of you have complained that you can’t sleep.”

“But don’t blame me…blame Luna. She’s the one who can’t keep her mouth shut at the slightest touch.”

Luna looked like she wanted the ground to swallow her whole.

Luca turned to Leona.

“Or is it about Leona? All the times you’ve caught us being intimate in public places?”

Over the past few days, Leona who was starved for affection for forty years had become rather adventurous.

She and Luca had been discovered in bushes, atop trees, behind sheds. The villagers had pretended not to notice, but everyone knew.

Luca shrugged.

“Well, you can’t blame me for that. Leona is simply too beautiful to resist. Just looking at her makes you feel the heat down underneath. I can’t help but want her, no matter where we are.”

Leona glared at him, her cheeks burning.

But before Luca could continue, Nyx stepped forward, shaking her head with a playful smile.

“No, Hero. It’s not that at all.” She glanced at the gathered women, her eyes twinkling. “Well, it’s true that many elves have been complaining about those two issues—probably because they’re jealous.”

Several women looked away, their faces confirming Nyx’s accusation.

“But that’s not why we called you here.” Nyx’s expression grew serious. “We’ve gathered for something else.”

Luca raised an eyebrow. “What could that possibly be?”

Nyx swept her gaze across the crowd. Every woman was watching, waiting. The tension was palpable.

“Are you all ready?” Nyx asked.

Heads nodded. Hands clenched. Breaths were held.

Nyx took a deep breath.

“Take it off.”

And then, to Luca’s absolute shock, every single elf began stripping.

They pulled off their tops, their skirts, their pants.

They untied sashes and unfastened belts.

Accessories clattered to the ground.

Within moments, they stood in nothing but their undergarments—delicate fabrics that clung to curves, hinted at shadows, left almost nothing to the imagination.

Luca’s mouth went dry.

Over fifty elves. Slim bodies, full figures, petite frames.

Breasts of every size and shape, barely contained by lacy bras.

Hips that flared and thighs that pressed together.

The fabric was so thin, so translucent, that he could see the outline of nipples, the dark hints of areolas, the gentle mounds of pubic mounds.

He couldn’t speak.

But Nyx wasn’t done.

“All of it.” She commanded.

With trembling hands, the women removed their final garments.

Bras were unclasped and tossed aside.

Panties slid down legs and were stepped out of.

The last vestiges of modesty fell away, and Luca was left staring at over fifty naked elves, standing before him in the afternoon sun, their bodies bared for his eyes.

It was paradise. Absolute, overwhelming, breathtaking paradise.

He had seen naked elves before. But seeing them all at once, every shape and size, every variation of beauty, was something else entirely.

Some had small breasts—tiny, perky, almost flat.

Others were voluptuous, heavy-breasted, their bosoms swaying slightly as they shifted their weight.

When they had removed their bras, those breasts had bounced and jiggled, the motion hypnotic.

One elf he recognised had breasts so large that they rested on her upper belly, her nipples pointing downward.

Another, had breasts that stood firm and proud, almost like they were carved from marble.

The variety was staggering.

And then there were the areolas that ranged from pale pink to deep maroon, some small as coins, others large as saucers.

Nipples varied too—some flat, some protruding, some thick as his thumb.

A few women had inverted nipples that they seemed too embarrassed to show.

And their asses were equally diverse.

Some were small and tight, barely there. Others were wide and pillowy, with ample flesh that would surely jiggle if slapped.

A few were almost flat, but perfectly shaped, like ripe peaches. One woman, had an ass so round and full that it cast a shadow.

Then there were their pussies.

Luca had never seen so many in one place.

Most were clean-shaven, smooth and bare. Others had small, neatly trimmed patches.

A few had full bushes, wild and untamed.

The lips varied too—some small and tucked away, others large and prominent, hanging like flower petals. Clitorises peeked out from hoods, some barely visible, others thick and pronounced.

One woman, had a clitoris that was as a pea.

Another had puffy outer lips that completely concealed her inner folds.

A third had a slit so small it looked like it could barely accommodate a finger.

And yet, despite all these differences, they shared one thing.

They were all utterly, devastatingly beautiful.

Elves were already enchanting, their features delicate and refined. But naked, under the open sky, with the sun painting their skin gold and the breeze playing with their hair…they were otherworldly.

Luca’s gaze swept over them, drinking in every detail.

He also saw Luna, her body still flushed from his teasing, her hands twitching at her sides as if she wanted to cover herself but refused to give in.

He saw Lulu, trying to hide her breasts behind her arms but only succeeding in pushing them together, making them look even more prominent.

He saw Leona, standing tall despite her embarrassment, her eyes fixed on Luca with a mixture of determination and vulnerability.

And he saw Nyx, utterly casual, completely unashamed, her body on full display like she was posing for a painting.

Her confidence was infectious.

He had no idea what was happening. All he knew was that he felt like he had died and gone to paradise.

“What…” He swallowed. “What is happening right now?”

In response, Nyx stepped closer, her hips swaying, her full breasts bouncing lightly with each step.

She walked until she was directly in front of him, close enough that he could feel the heat radiating from her skin.

“We’ve been talking, Hero.” She said softly. “All of us. For days.”

She reached out and touched his chest, her fingers tracing the line of his collarbone.

“You’ve saved our village. You’ve freed us from the curse, from the male elves, from the patriarch’s lingering hatred. You’ve given us hope, safety, a future.”

Her eyes met his. “But there’s still one problem.”

Luca raised an eyebrow. “What problem?”

Nyx’s smile turned sharp. “Population.”

He blinked.

“In a few days, the male elves will be completely gone. And we female elves…we can’t reproduce on our own.” She gestured at the gathered women. “We need a solution. A…donor.”

Understanding dawned. Luca’s eyes widened.

“You want me to—”

“Impregnate us.” Nyx finished. “All of us.”

She looked around at the waiting women.

“We want you to father our children, Hero. We want you to fill our wombs, to swell our bellies, to give us the families we have been denied for so long.”

“We want to raise your sons and daughters, to watch them grow, to teach them your kindness and your strength.”

Her voice softened, becoming almost tender.

“We want to be yours. Not as slaves, not as servants, but as partners. As lovers. As the mothers of your legacy.”

The women nodded. Some blushed deeper. Others held their heads high.

Luna stepped forward, her voice soft but resolute.

“I-I already love you, Luca. I wanted to have your children anyway!”

Lulu peeked out from behind her arms. “Me too! I want little chicks…I mean, little babies! With you!”

Leona took a deep breath.

“I’ve spent forty years unable to show love. I don’t want to waste any more time.” She met his eyes. “I want a family with you. A real family.”

More women spoke up, their voices overlapping.

“I want a child too!”

“Please, Hero—let us bear your children!”

“We’ve all talked about it! We all agree!”

Nyx held up a hand, and the chatter died.

“So, Hero.” She tilted her head, her smile widening. “What do you say? Will you help us save our race?”

“Will you be the father of a new generation?”

Source: Webnovel.com, updated by NovelKeep