Before breakfast, I had already bred about twenty-eight elven won and downed ten bottles of Cougar’s Heat.
Cougar’s Heat didn’t just keep my dick hard and ready—it supercharged my sperm count, flooding my testicles with fresh loads in record ti. I had more cum than I knew what to do with.
After giving the elves the good fuck they deserved, I was called up for breakfast. During my stay here, I’d learned that elves were wild hunters, their als built from nature’s bounty—birds, bears, fish, whatever they could bring down.
And surprisingly, they could cook. Really well.
Today’s dish was a perfectly stewed deer, tender and juicy, simred with mushrooms, tomatoes, and just the right amount of salt to pull out that deep, savory umami flavor.
The mont it touched my tongue, I knew—this was leagues better than the tasteless gruel Rose and Evelyn served in the demon realm. Especially the rabbit eyes. That stuff was barely edible... borderline poison.
After the al, I chilled for an hour in nothing but my boxer shorts, sunbathing and letting the al settle in my stomach, the warm light kissing my skin.
Once I’d soaked up enough sun and my body felt light again, I stretched, letting out a sigh of satisfaction.
Ti for another session of crossbreeding.
I wasn’t just only doing this for the key of Ascension anymore. Elaris had promised to teach mnemomancy lessons.
So I fucked the remaining elves hard, one after another, stopping only when the sun began to dip behind the trees. Then I went to take a bath, washing away the day’s sweat and sex before heading to the Matriarch’s chambers.
I climbed up the bridge to her house, got by the door and knocked. I heard her growl from the inside, and took that as a "co-in" permission.
Opening the door, l saw her seated on her bed like a goddess of temptation with a blunt in one hand, smoking it and releasing wisps of smoky toxics. Then on her other hand, she held a bottle of alcohol.
But the smoke of her blunt slled... unfamiliar. So kind of mystical otherworldy marijuana, no doubt.
This woman lived to get high.
She wasn’t naked this ti—thankfully. Just a soft, cotton-white towel wrapped around her curvaceous body, clinging wetly to her glistening skin. It hid her lower half just enough to leave sothing to the imagination, and also showed a bit of her cleavage on her upper body. Sohow... she looked even sexier like that.
I guess it’s true—a woman is 75% sexier when she’s half-naked than fully nude.
"I had a feeling you’d show up soon," she said, her sultry voice soaked in alcohol.
I felt a little jealous. I hadn’t tasted alcohol since reincarnation. But I wasn’t about to try elven booze—whatever roots and weird stuff they made it from grossed out. No telling what might happen to . In the worst case scenario, l might get addicted to their booze like Elaris, then that will force to keep returning Herr for their elven alcohol. That’d be bad because once I’m done here, l don’t plan on ever setting a foot in this land again.
"I’m here for the lesson," I said with a sheepish smile, rubbing the back of my neck.
"Huh? What lesson?" she growled.
I arched a brow. "Don’t play dumb. You promised to teach mnemomancy."
She grinned, chuckling. "Oh... that. I forgot!"
Was she really that drunk, or just toying with ?
"So... where should we begin?" I asked, sitting beside her on the bed.
"How about we start with you fucking —hard—tonight?" she said, pushing flat on the bed, her eyes smoldering, lips wet and glistening with desire.
I activated my Milf Dictator skill—yup, she was burning with lust. Her SF level was 91. And co to think of it, ever since l got here, she had only spent days watching fuck the others. If there weren’t any n around here, then how the hell was she even dealing with her sexual frustrations?
She could’ve joined up like the rest. Or maybe her matriach pride wouldn’t let her get fucked by a boy like in front of the whole fortress, begging for my cock?
And as much as I wanted to take her right there, my dick was officially done for the day. It had clocked out, resting peacefully in my pants after servicing fifty won.
I pushed her gently aside. "Get a grip, Elaris."
She paused, then burst into laughter. I folded my arms, confused.
"Well, you pass, human! I thought you were gonna take advantage of since I’m drunk—but you actually held back! You’re not a scumbag like the rest," she said, giving a playful smack on the head.
Wait... that was a test?
If I wasn’t so drained, I might’ve failed gloriously.
"So, uh... what’s next?" I asked.
"Lessons, boy!" she said, standing proudly like so eccentric professor. She pulled a book from a shelf and returned to sit beside .
And then the lesson began—mnemomancy.
She explained how everything had mory strings, invisible threads of thought. Learning to trace and read them was the key to accessing mories without mixing up soone’s entire ntal archive.
But to do that, I had to be accepted by the Spirits of mory. They’d only grant their blessing if I showed real resolve through training—and that ant finding test subjects.
People whose minds I could try to read.
She taught the incantation. Sounded simple enough... until I had to actually pronounce it.
"It’s Zynor el’vatha miranthal," Elaris said for the fifth ti. "Why can’t you say sothing so simple!?"
I scowled. "Simple for you! My tongue doesn’t bend like that!"
This was the incantation to read mories. And after that, she introduced the one to erase them.
That one was easy: Icuras Cuora.
But I couldn’t erase what I hadn’t read. So the first incantation had to co first.
As for a test subject?
I already knew who I’d go to.
Rose wouldn’t mind... right?
TBC
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