After Stealing Hero's Mother, I Reincarnated in the Fantasy World!

Realizing that he had no choice, Rain decided to sacrifice part of his body to satisfy the curiosity of the beautiful elven women who decided to learn more about humans. So he stretched out one of his arms, lifting the sleeve of his battle suit and exposing a muscular forearm.

One by one, the curious elven women immediately moved closer, first tentatively and then more confidently touching his arm.

"Wow, that's the hand of a human male."

"It's so huge... and strong… and these veins…"

Their eyes shone with interest and their long pointed ears twitched excitedly. Their soft smooth fingers exploring his hand everywhere felt very special.

One of the elven women put her thin, graceful hand to his, looking utterly astonished.

"It's almost several times the size of mine...!"

A few more of them also glanced at their thin hands, subconsciously comparing them.

The other elven woman could only chuckle at their naivety.

"Are you comparing this to yourself? Even my father's hand is smaller than this!"

The older elf, Mythralin, did her best to explain.

"I've heard that compared to humans, elven men are closer to nature, so they are more feminine."

"Yes! I've heard that too. It was also said that they also have a smaller... what was it called? Libido?"

"Are all parts of his body so thick? If his arm is so big, then..."

One of them glanced over to the others, meeting understanding looks on slightly flushed faces.

While the elven women chatted amongst themselves, showing interest in his body, Rain felt like an exhibit that was appearing in public for the first time.

But he didn't mind such attention from a group of enchanting elven women.

How many people were willing to kill to be in his shoes right now?

It didn't matter, though, since Rain wasn't about to give up his seat to anyone.

While they were examining his body, he was examining them at close range in response.

Bathed in the soft afternoon light, their beauty seemed to bloom. The simple white dresses, catching the sun, created a halo effect, illuminating their flawless skin with a warm glow. The soft fabric clung to their lithe forms, revealing their graceful shoulders and the delicate curve of their hips.

Their natural beauty was over the top. And the pure white clothes, as if created for this purpose, further enhanced their beauty and purity.

'Truly unbelievable.'

Noticing his gaze on them, the youngest of the elven women, Lapielle, turned to him.

Seizing the moment when all her friends were busy having a heated discussion about comparing human and elven men, she grabbed Rain's arm and pulled him a little to the side.

"Look!"

Smiling, she twirled demonstratively in place.

As Lapielle twirled, her long white dress a sunlit flurry, the wind teased strands of hair around her face, adding a touch of wildness to her ethereal grace.

She asked him in a playful tone.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?"

"It looks beautiful."

Laughing joyfully, she added proudly.

"This is our traditional clothing, brought straight from our homeland! To top it all off, it's also incredibly durable!"

She withdrew a small dagger, as silver as her hair, attached to her snow-white thigh, and stabbed a couple strokes at the fabric.

As she said, despite its appearance, the fabric was sturdy and remained intact.

"The Princess has one too, but it's woven from part of the World Tree."

'Huh? Didn't Ael always go around in battle suits?'

Thinking back to their princess' behavior, it was hard for him to imagine her in that pure white dress. On the other hand, the mere thought of her wearing that garment made goosebumps run across his skin.

'I'll have to get her to put this on and explore the depth of elven culture.'

Who better to explain to me the intricacies of their culture if not their princess?

"Hmmm... If I were a dumbbell, how many times could you lift me?"

Lapielle's question brought him out of his thoughts and he looked at her questioningly.

"I mean you have really strong arms!"

She touched them once more.

"They're like a rock! I wonder if the Princess has tried them out yet?!"

Before he could answer her, the other elven women returned, noticing their absence.

After scolding Lapielle a bit for stealing their valued guest, they turned their attention back to Rain.

Mythralin, taking matters into her own hands, asked.

"Rain, can you tell us about the fights you had before the semi-finals? We'd be very interested to hear."

"Yes, tell us about it!"

"Her Highness told me that she faced a lot of interesting opponents before she reached the semi-finals. Her first opponent was a girl who could throw lightning bolts from her eyes, imagine that? They were literally lightning bolts!"

Listening to them, Rain couldn't help but show a crooked smile.

How do you tell them there's nothing to tell?

Or does he really have to describe those fights that lasted a few seconds each and were one hundred percent bullshit pathos phrases?

Almost all of his fights consisted only of fighting the nonsense his opponents spewed.

Cursing the Will of the World to himself once more, he turned his attention elsewhere.

'Judging by their stories Ael was more fortunate.... I'm happy for her.'

He didn't wish the same suffering he went through on anyone.

'More importantly, she will most likely face Gray in the semi-finals. Does she really have a chance against the hero?'

At this point, Lapielle intervened with another question.

"By the way, Rain, is it true that human males dance when they want to attract a female?"

"Lapielle, that's what birds do, not humans..."

Said Mythralin, looking like she was ready to fall through the ground in embarrassment for her little sister.

"Is that so? Then what do humans do? Just fuck—"

"Lapielle!!! Don't you dare!"

Despite her older sister's words, Lapielle seemed genuinely puzzled.

"Human males really don't dance? But I definitely saw some male showing a dance to a human female..."

She moved her hips back and forth ineptly, copying the man.

"..."

Mythralin had no words left.

"Lapielle... you... I already feel like I've aged a hundred years..."

"Oh! So I'm already allowed to call you Grandma Mythralin instead of Big Sis Mythralin?!"

"No!!! It's just a figurative expression!"

Her eyes twitched as she looked at the little one, barely able to contain herself. Her dignity and grace as an older sister threatened to crumble at any moment.

If things continued like this, she really could have aged a hundred years.....

As Mythralin finished pondering her future existential crisis, the flow of questions at him resumed.

"Rain, if you could become an animal, what kind of animal would you be?"

"If your lover turned into a worm, would you still love her?"

"Do you think a normal human male would throw himself at me if I..."

As if he was an endless encyclopedia on the world of humans, they kept asking their questions.

But it wasn't an unpleasant feeling. It seemed that with each answer he gave, he himself began to understand them a little better.

'Perhaps I really am the first human ... and the first human male they've ever spoken to freely.'

Rain couldn't hold back a smile, the sight of their faces full of genuine curiosity.

"Question! I have another question, Rain!"

Lapielle, the youngest and most active of them, asked the most questions.

"Is it true that humans choose their partner by the size of their ass? If so, how would you rate mine—"

"Lapielle!!!"

Mythralin, unable to bear to look at the young elfess.

"What kind of questions are these?! You're making us look bad in front of Her Highness's friend! As soon as we return, you will be punished! 140 hours of meditation and no cakes!"

Ignoring Lapielle's death squeal, she turned to him with a guilty face.

"Sorry Rain, sometimes she's out of control and asks stupid questions. By the way, is it true that when humans wash, they..."

Even without Lapielle, their questions didn't stop and no matter how many he answered, the group of inquisitive elven girls always had new ones.

"Dad used to say that human men are just wild animals and once you show them a little bare skin, they turn into lustful beasts. If I do that, will you pounce on me?"

The other elf girl immediately objected.

"A noble and honest man like Rain would never do such a thing! Don't compare him to other humans."

Rain, already ready to fulfill her request, stopped when he heard her words.

'Okay, we'll leave it till next time.'

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Lapielle sitting sadly away from everyone, and took the chance when the elven women started arguing amongst themselves and slipped out of their midst.

Rain approached Lapielle, who sat silently hugging her knees, her long white dress lying listlessly beside her. Read new chapters at My Virtual Library Empire

He opened his spatial ring and found a set of cakes he had bought for his wolf girl Sives, taking one of them.

!!!

Sives, seeing one of her cakes that belonged to her disappear right from under her nose, could only growl silently into space, cursing her abusive master.

'I'll buy you more later.'

Taking a cake out of the storage ring, he held it out to Lapielle.

Her drooping head lifted and her eyes widened as soon as she saw the strawberry cake with whipped cream.

"Is that for me?!"

"Of course. Or do you see any other cute silver-haired elves around here?"

"No, that's definitely Me! But it's my favorite cake! How did you know?! Can you read minds?!"

Lapielle probably didn't realize that for her, all the cakes were her favorite.....

Of course, Rain couldn't have known about it either, so he wrote it all off to his luck.

After looking around and noticing that no one was looking, Lapielle deftly grabbed a strawberry cake with whipped cream and placed it in her storage ring. Afterward, she quickly stood on tiptoe, kissing Rain on the cheek.

"Thank you, Rain!!!"

Lapielle deftly turned around, twirling a few circles and humming to herself in a happy mood.

Rain looked at the naughty little elf, not knowing what to say.

Never has a kiss from a girl he's known for less than half an hour come so easily to him.

At this moment of joy, his opponent had arrived.

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