Chapter 105: Who Is Titania?

Whoa! Fan service!

The thin green fabric rose completely, baring smooth, flawless thighs the pale color of fresh cream all the way up.

And light green panties hugged their pussy with that obscene tightness; the silky material so sheer it molded to every intimate curve like a second skin.

Some darker green spots dotted the panties like scattered dew drops, clustered right over the sensitive peak where the fabric had already darkened with a small, intimate wet patch.

The panties traced the plump outer lips of their vagina perfectly, outlining the soft cleft in teasing shadow, showcasing the vague ridge where folds pressed against silk, the subtle indentation hinting at the slick entrance beneath their legs.

Tiny living-vine bows quivered at the narrow hips, trembling in the gust.

The high-cut edges rode up slightly, exposing the lower swell of pert, curved asses dusted with faint iridescent glitter that sparkled like embedded fairy dust.

Maybe the magical wind pulled the crotch even tighter, because it was now defining the swollen shape and the damp center in obvious and devastating detail; every quiver of arousal on full display, shameless and hypnotic.

I was surprised. The mere sight punched straight through my focus, with heat slamming low in my gut.

My cock jerked hard against the laces I’d just fumbled to cover initially. But I didn’t want to lose focus, so I persisted, holding the glare and the power steady.

But something was wrong:

What the hell?! Aren’t they in the presence of my magic?! Why are they so calm?

“Hey, god-touched mongrel,” Titania’s voice rolled out, now somehow deeper and resonant, but conveying real miffed irritation like thunder wrapped in quality material. “Do you perhaps…think I’m a little girl?”

Then her own magic exploded.

And oh boy…

Pink light burst from her tiny frame in a colossal wave, mushrooming outward to fill the entire visible-to-the-eye space.

It pressed against everything, and even seemed to be bending light, thickening the air until it felt like I was breathing too much syrup, while it rippled with shockwaves through the area.

Even the extremely beautiful and emotionless twins beside her closed one eye each in discomfort, as their perfect composure cracked with their wings trembling.

As for me? My hair all stood on edge as my own magic instinctively went back in. The blue energy retracted in a panicked rush, folding tight against my core like it was hiding from a monster.

Hers dominated everything completely; seeming endless and very overwhelming, truly a force that could swallow everything if she let it loose.

[Sys… how much magic is that?]

{Solution: Fairy Queen Titania is physically weaker than even a weak fairy… But her magic power is incalculable. It grows as she wills it, and only ever shortens with every of her reincarnation ritual.}

Her reincarnation what now?

And hadn’t my plan turned on me completely?! I do NOT think I can fight her now.

Ah, I know!

Sys, let’s teleport out of here and back to—

{Caution: That would be Ill-advised, Master. Like Shishi-no-su, and likely every kingdom in Elyndor, there is also a barrier that suppresses some irregular endeavor. If you attempt teleportation, it might end up with you in severe pain, or worse… Needless to say, Master could still try. Maybe the pain would not be so excruciating.}

[Ah, no. I’m good. Pain is a pain in the ass.]

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I stood there on the massive, gently swaying leaf that served as our floating platform, with my heart still racing from the raw pressure of Titania’s magic retreating like a storm cloud pulled back into the sky.

The atmosphere now felt lighter instantly, and less sugary again, though my skin still tingled with the aftershock.

My light brown hair, which had been flaring straight up moments ago from the waves, finally settled against my scalp.

What had saved me, you ask?

The thing is, few minutes ago:

“Your Majesty,” a sweet voice rose from the slope below us.

I glanced down to find her; A slender figure was climbing the curved edge of the leaf with elegant and professional steps, while using the natural ridges like stairs.

She moved with discreet confidence, as her petite frame somehow managed to look both delicate and stout even while ascending what was essentially a large and wide trampoline.

“Please consider your own people when you threaten your visitors,” she continued with a soft voice, yet speaking clearly. “Look, Tesa and Tera have both almost lost consciousness.”

“Hm?” Titania turned her head sharply, her violet eyes flicking to either side of her hips.

And there they were; her two identical guards, Tesa and Tera, the emotionless twins who had barely flinched under my twenty-percent aura earlier. How rude.

Now they were on their knees, with their silver braids hanging forward, and their porcelain faces pale, their slender bodies quivering like leaves in a soft breeze.

Their short leaf-green skirts had ridden up slightly from the kneeling position, exposing more of those creamy thighs and the faint glitter-dusted curves of their asses.

One of them had her hands pressed flat to the leaf surface as if anchoring herself against invisible wind.

“Ah!! My sweeties! Sorry, sorry!” Titania squeaked, with genuine alarm flashing across her tiny features.

And in that instant, the oppressive weight of her magic folded completely inward. The pink glow vanished like someone had pulled down the lever, or flipped the switch off.

The environment cleared of her monstrous magic, with petals drifting lazily again, and the bioluminescent veins in the distant tree walls pulsing back to their gentle rhythm.

Yikes.

If not for her frilly, cute princess-green dress—with layers of delicate cotton that shimmered like dew on morning grass, puffed sleeves, and a tiny cute bow at her collar—this girl may as well have been a monster herself.

Honestly, the contrast was almost comical: one second she was an apocalyptic force capable of swallowing forests, but the next she was fussing over her guards like a worried child over their injured dolls.

Just who is Titania?

Infinite magic? That means infinite possibilities. And that’s scary.

And what’s with this newcomer…? She wasn’t even breathing hard from such magical wave.

When she had reached the top of the leaf-platform, she straightened her posture with this calm dignity, then offered a small, polite bow toward Titania before glancing my way.

Her expression remained perfectly serene, all the way. And damn, she’s cute!

{Master, on the contrary, hat fairy’s jaws are clenched, her blood pressure is up, and her heart is also beating quite fast. I believe she is simply exceptional at keeping a calm façade.}

Uh… That’s cool on its own, though.

Well, now that the immediate danger had passed, I finally let myself look around my new location properly. Since I had a naturally enhanced and superhuman range of vision, it was easy.

But hey, this place was like a green heaven.

The hollow inside the colossal tree stretched endlessly upward and outward, and the walls of it felt alive with glowing veins that cast soft emerald-gold light.

Vines arrayed themselves like curtains, blooming with tiny luminescent flowers. Dozens, or maybe hundreds, of fairies fluttered through the air afar: they were all slender and having delicate-looking bodies in gleaming dresses or petal skirts. And their wings were shimmering in every shade of pastel.

Some carried baskets of glowing pollen; while others danced lazy spirals around floating orbs of light somewhere…

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