When I woke up, Soh'fia wasn't just curled up next to me; she had her arms wrapped around my chest, and her legs wrapped around my waist, like I was a body-sized pillow. Those two extra love points from yesterday were already showing their effect, but in a way, I didn't really feel off about it at all. It made sense. Bah'what'ever had been like a grandfather to her, and no matter how just or righteous his motivations may have been, he tried to assassinate her. I couldn't even fathom what it would feel like for my own grandparents to try to assassinate me, and it was all I could to imagine how sad and lonely she must be.

And in this vulnerable moment of hers, here comes me. A handsome, muscular human who not only saved her life nearly at the cost of his own, but was literally the prophesized Heir of the World spoken of in whispers for millennia. It was every girl's dream come true—the archetypical Knight in Shining Armor made flesh coming to them in their time of need. I could hardly blame her for being scared of sleeping alone and resorting to crawling into my bed at night. I didn't really mind, all things considered, and maybe she was even serving as an elvish scarecrow, keeping Hilda from crawling over my body at night. All in all, it was a win-win for the both of us.

And really, as long as I wasn't waking up to her having fallen asleep with my dick in her mouth, I wasn't going to complain.

It was a bit hard to detach myself from her though. There was no getting out of this without waking her up, so I started to tickle under her arm to the best of my ability. She frowned in her sleep and hugged me tighter, even going so far as to clamp her legs together like a vice. Now there really was no getting out of this without waking her up. It was, admittedly, extremely cute though.

I changed tactics and licked her little nose. She woke up with a start and, just like always, gave me a flat stare. Seconds passed, then she detached herself from me and got up before leaving the room. I wondered the significance of the stare she gave me every morning. Was she trying to communicate telepathically? Was she just waking up and slowly coming to her senses? I would ask, if I thought she would ever tell me. (She wouldn't.)

After going through my morning routine, I jogged to the dining hall like always. Rose was alone.

"Morning," I said while sitting down.

"Good morning. Hilda isn't coming today."

"Oh yeah? Why not?"

"She is focusing all of her time and energy on mastering the Soul Suck spell."

"Ah. I really didn't have to ask."

"You really didn't."

I thought Hilda's training over for a second. It seemed reasonable at first glance, but presumably one had to practice Soul Suck by using it on people. It was hard to imagine Hilda fucking 100 dudes to master it, and it was equally hard to imagine Soul Suck being a spell exclusively executed through the vagina, so she was probably just training with a more traditional spell-based execution. Maybe she was sneaking up on people at night. Maybe she was hiring victims who gave informed consent with only a bit of deception as to just how threatening the process really was. Either way, it seemed like a total can of worms, and so I elected not to question anything. If I saw in the Elvish Times that there was a series of mummy-like corpses being found littered among the streets at night, I would tell the police that an out-of-town vampire was doing it and get the hell out of dodge.

"So," I said, trying to break the ice. "How are you?"

Rose raised an eyebrow. "Small talk? Really?"

"Yeah. I mean, I feel like we haven't spoken much lately."

She rolled her eyes. "Of course we haven't. You are too busy fucking your way down slut street to spend time with little ol' Rose."

"That," I said, pointing at her, "is very crude language. And deceptive. It's only been two days, and on one of them I was knocked out for mysterious Cursed magic related reasons. I spent the other mastering Nature magic. Check it out." I created water in the air. Booya.

"My apologies. I will strive to be more clear and precise with my language."

There was a pause.

"Does it bother you?" I asked.

"Does what?"

"I mean, the sexual escapades which I may or may not be having behind your back."

"This has rapidly evolved far beyond the purview of small talk, but if I must answer, I would say I am more bemused at how rapidly they began occurring than anything."

"Thanks to you," I replied.

"In what world am I responsible for this?" she asked, sounding actually offended on some level.

"Well..." Thinking about it, this was the perfect opportunity to ask Rose about The Plan that I had deduced way back at the pond we bathed in before arriving at the city. It felt like ancient history to me, but to Rose it was basically yesterday, and surely her plans were still alive and well. "Actually, there's been something I've been wanting to ask you. Rose—" I began, only for the door to slam open. Soh'fia was here, breathing heavily, having once again ran to her room to change, then ran here for breakfast.

That cut our conversation short. Neither of us really wanted to continue this conversation in front of Soh'fia, the head of the Homeowner's Association that oversaw the development of Slut Street. Overall, though, I wasn't too bothered; Rose was just being a bit wry and ironic since I indeed had abruptly began fucking a lineup of slutty elves instead of, uh, sparring with her? Anyway, she needed to blow off a little steam. Completely understandable. I'm sure she was completely fine with the conversation ending like that, just like I was.

Anyway, breakfast went smoothly. The meal was nothing but... s-sausages? Long, thick sausages? I glanced up. Soh'fia was eating them whole without cutting them into pieces, her lips running along their surface as she pushed them into her mouth before biting down. It was like the cliché of seductively eating bananas except with sausages, and the girl in question was maintaining a perfectly ambiguous state between eating in an obviously sexual way and an innocuous way, rather than just blatantly emulating the sucking of a dick. I will not reference a certain physicist and his feline here, but a nod to his experiment would certainly be in order. The Quantum Slut Superposition, the next evolution of a tsundere. It was honestly possible that she had ordered the sausages out of an unconscious urge that she didn't understand the significance of herself.

Rose, for her part, was giving me a pointed look. Not an angry one, but a kind of "See? This is the bullshit I'm putting up with now" look. I had nothing but sympathy for her. Innocent women with pure hearts were suffering collateral damage from the sheer slut mass coalescing around me like a toxic miasma. They were forced to eat breakfasts consisting of nothing but sausage despite wanting no part in overt sexual innuendo. I made a gesture of apology, and Rose rolled her eyes again. We were stuck in this comical mess together.

After our delectable meal of symbolic sausages, Soh'fia abruptly stood up, just like yesterday. "Natural lessons. Now," she said, and strode off. I looked at Rose, and she waved me away. I resolved to get the fuck out of Elf Town as soon as possible. Rose needed to escape this nightmare slutscape as much as I did.

The walk to the Soh'fia's room was quiet. I felt some tension from her; perhaps even she was struggling to just pretend yesterday hadn't happened. Maybe the shame had finally caught up with her. Her tense silence was a mystery, and it was only solved when the door to her room opened.

The entire floor was covered with a layer of thick, dry towels.

"Okay," I said, looking at her. She avoided eye contact. "I know you're playing a little game here where you avoid directly acknowledging events that we both know happened. I know you don't want to admit to anything. But I have to ask. Just this once, I need an answer." She deigned to look my way, which I took as a go-ahead. "Did you secretly clean the mess up yesterday and steal these towels yourself, or did you ask one of your attendants to do it?"

She sniffed. "It would be unsightly for a future queen to do any cleaning herself," she said, indirectly answering "the latter."

"Geez that's embarrassing," I replied while sitting down.

She sat down in her chair as well, scowling. "Enough small talk. It's time to start the lesson."

"Absolutely, your highness. What do you want me to do?"

"Practice your Create Water form."

"I'm telling you, I know that spell like the back of my hand."

Another dismissive sniff. "I'll be the judge of that. Practice it."

"Fine. Observe," I said, then perfectly created water in the cup of my hands, which I drank. "See?"

She frowned. "Again."

I did it again.

"Again."

I did it again.

"Again," she said, her frown deepening.

I sighed. "This will go a lot faster if you just tell me what I'm doing wrong in your eyes."

"It would be obvious if you thought about it for a second, idiot."

"Really? Would it really?"

"Yes. Think back to what I taught you yesterday. Do it like I taught you."

"Wait... No. Don't tell me..."

I narrowed my eyes at her. She narrowed her eyes back at me. We glowered at each other for minutes, until eventually, full of spite, I created water in the air and let it fall directly onto my pants.

"Now," Soh'fia said, staggering to her chair and licking up the last of the cum on her lips. I looked up from the Thorn Whips I had been making to grind while killing time and waiting for her to wake up from her daze. "We can move onto the next spell."

"Does that mean I've finally mastered Create Water, o wise teacher?"

"No. You got water all over your pants again, idiot. We'll need to practice it every day from now on." She licked her lips. "But you'll never make progress if we spend forever on the basic stuff. We need to go to a more advanced spell."

We would not in fact be practicing it "every day from now on," since I was more or less on the verge of mastering Natural magic through grinding and my based tree elf bro, but I found no reason to point this out and probably have to deal with her getting pissy about it sooner than necessary.

"What spell?"

"Dominate Beast," she said, then rang a bell on the table. Her attendant came in, stepped gingerly through the soaked towels, and placed a mouse on the table. "Listen carefully as I chant the spell. Mesudorei ni nare," she chanted, and the stomach of the mouse lit up until the light faded to reveal a visible mark. Soh'fia spun her finger in a circle, and the mouse ran in an exactly similar circle. "It's a spell that only works on inferior creatures that have completely submitted to you. If you want a good animal familiar, you need to find a big, strong one, then probably beat it up until it knows you're better than it. Only once it has completely submitted in body and soul will the spell work. They become bound to your will, and if you want, you can make them do everything and more. There's a lot of applicability to the spell." She handed the mouse back to her attendant, who promptly left. "Okay. Now you try it."

I looked around. There was nobody but me and her. "Is the attendant coming back with another mouse?"

"No."

"Are you telling me to go and beat up an animal for it or something?"

"No. You're staying here until you've cast it, duh. Think a little before you speak." She sniffed.

"Er..."

Obviously, I had figured out what she was implying here. I just didn't want to accept it. Even after all I had experienced, even after witnessing the depths of elf depravity, I still didn't want to accept that she was walking into this herself. What was the third love point milestone called, again? "Obsession?" Is this what obsession is driving her to do? She can't stop thinking about making this happen? Day in and day out, she's just thinking about how much she wants me to dominate her with the spell and wrap her around my finger? Even if it means degrading herself to the extent that a spell intended for literal animals works on her? Not even Dakka acting kind of like a dog during sex was this degrading.

"Are you sure about this...?" I asked.

"What, do you think you can't manage it? Is it too advanced of a spell? Scared you'll mess up?" she asked, defiantly. She was literally going so far as to taunt me into doing it. The most basic trick in the book. Well, who was I to argue.

I stood up from my chair and walked over to Soh'fia. She lifted her head as I approached to maintain eye contact. I towered above her, when she was sitting, so she stood up. I was tall enough now that she reached only up to my chest area (which, need I remind you, was fairly muscular). She was trembling a bit once I got up close. I placed a hand on her forehead and her mouth slowly started to hang open as she looked up at me, entirely as if she was ceasing all thought amid the bliss of my touch. She lifted up her blouse to expose her bare belly. "Mesudorei ni nare," I said.

The pink glow swirled around her stomach like a whirlpool before stabbing into it and stitching the design of its mark; it swirled and stabbed and spun, first crafting a heart above her womb, then sprawling outward with curving lines that looked vaguely like rose vines. When the spell was finished and the glow faded, she had a beautifully crafted, pink womb tattoo resting atop her stomach. The ultimate sign of sexual submission, and the ultimate sign of undying lust for one's master. Soh'fia looked down at it and smiled, the happiest and most honest smile I had ever seen on her face.

I resolved to never use this power unless I absolutely had to. I did not, in fact, have a kink for physically controlling other people or using magic to bend others to my will. That said, such an ironclad resolution could wait until I had just a little bit of fun.

"Bark like a dog," I said, concentrating a bit to infuse my words with mana to make it an actual Dominate Beast command and not just any other order.

"Woof woof woof!" Soh'fia fervently barked, wiggling her bubble butt like she had a tail.

"Okay. I admit, that was pretty funny, and even slightly hot. But I don't know if I'll want to use this power again.

"Grrr," Soh'fia growling like a dog as she snarled.

"Uh... Stop with the dog stuff now?" I used a little mana just to be safe.

"Hmph," Soh'fia sniffed, sitting back down and letting her blouse fall, covering the pink womb tattoo. "I guess you are a fast learner after all. You basically just went through an entire Koh'rin University education in two days."

"Elven roleplaying never ceases to amaze me," I replied while sitting down. I thought this over. It seemed to me that Soh'fia was immensely prideful, and was struggling to balance her literal system-confirmed obsession with me with her pride as an elf princess. To bring balance to her two needs—pride in oneself and an obsessive urge to submit to a chad as fuck male—she contrived this scenario of Dominate Beast. Honestly, maybe her offering to give me Nature Magic lessons at all was just buildup to this very moment. Dominate Beast gave her an excuse, just like her enhanced senses did with her daily blowjob. She could keep pride in herself by saying I was making her do everything with the spell.

Obviously, this was dumb-fuck stupid, as expected of a slutty elf. Dominate Beast only worked on animals (lmao) that had completely and utterly submitted in body and soul, so the very moment the spell worked on her at all, she had basically lost the last ounce of pride she might have been able to pretend she still had after getting on her knees to suck me off. On top of that, the extremely obvious solution to such a conflict of interests was not to engineer a technicality regarding spell-based slavery, it was to simply adjust your perspective, such that you had pride in yourself irrespective of your extreme sexual and personal desires. She just needed to be proud of herself as a slut, rather than try to pretend she both was and wasn't slutty at the same time. And to be clear, there was nothing inherently wrong or shameful about being slutty; far be it from me to insult sluts while also, to quote a fine female companion of mine, "fucking my way down slut street."

Then again, maybe I was psychoanalyzing too much. Maybe she just really wanted a kickass womb tattoo, and the feisty act was just her keeping up the roleplaying for fun. It was truly impossible to say.

"So, what now...? Got another spell for me?" I asked.

Soh'fia looked at me like I was an idiot. "Um, no? I already told you. One spell a week."

"But you just taught me a second spell on the second day."

"It was a special spell. A very special spell," she murmured, slipping a hand under her blouse and lovingly stroking her new womb tattoo. There was a pause, until eventually she snapped out of the trance. "You need to master Create Water first before we move on. That will take a week. Maybe a month, actually, since you're so dumb. Right. A month. It'll take you a month. Then we can move on."

"Really...?"

"And maybe," she began, "And maybe you should practice it again some more right now. Okay? I'm your teacher, so you have to listen to me. Practice it." She was breathing a little harder.

It was an that moment I realized: if I didn't fight back now, I would be stuck in Koh'rin forever. Soh'fia gave absolutely no fucks about the prophecy. In her ideal world, we would spend the rest of our lives in this very room, going through the same Create Water """"""exercises""""" until the end of time. Weeks would turn to months. Maybe I would say I would go to Dakka's to learn the spells from her tree elf, but nah. No way. I would fall beneath the seductive temptation of her huge brown ass and be in her bedroom in seconds. I would cycle between Soh'fia and Dakka for the rest of time, deluding myself into thinking I was being productive, but in reality being tossed between two horny elves like a dildo. No doubt I would eventually be duped into going to a tree elf sunbathing room and end up in a massive green orgy consisting of ten more elf women to keep track of. Nuh-uh. No. I had to put my feet down. I had to get the fuck out of Koh'rin, now. I couldn't even risk dropping by Dakka's to learn some last Natural spells. She was too fucking hot. I wouldn't be able to resist. This was my last window. My last sliver of an opportunity to escape before I ended up a living dildo to elves forever, dooming the world to damnation and a failed prophecy.

I stood up. "We're leaving for the dwarf hold. Now."

"No!" Soh'fia shrieked, then calmed herself down. "No. We have to, um, I mean, think about it, stupid. We have to send word ahead of time. At least an hour. I'll, I mean, I can. I can do that. But first, sit back down. Sit. We need to finish the lesson."

I created water in cupped hands, then drank it. "Okay, finished. Send word or whatever. I'll go get Rose and try to find Hilda. We're leaving.

Soh'fia trembled, looking like she was about to cry, but I stayed strong. If I bent here, there would be literally nothing but constant sex from here on out. Every day of my life would be at least partially dedicated to extremely gratuitous sex with elves. Nothing would happen. The prophecy, as I said, would break down. The Excursed or whatever would invade Koh'rin with armies of the summoned damned while I was comically dropping water on my pants like an idiot. Really, the fact I felt tempted at all to just hug Soh'fia and acquiesce to letting her suck me off for the second time in a day showed how fucked up things had gotten. I remembered life before Koh'rin. I remembered things happening, and those things weren't me getting multiple blowjobs while I lounged about doing nothing all day. I had to escape before this became a new, permanent normal. Already the slut brainwashing was bad enough that the idea of going through a day without an elaborate sexual encounter felt empty to me, like it was lacking something. The damage was done, but if I got out now, at least I could heal.

"Send word. I'll be back in an hour or so," I said, and left it at that. For the record, I didn't use Dominate Beast to make that an ironclad order. I knew it would be done anyway, and that was what made me a real chad, not a fake hypnosis virgin that needed magic to ensure his will was carried out.

Once in the hallway, I let out a sigh of relief. It felt like I could taste clean air out here; I hadn't realized how stuffy and sweet the ocean of pussy juice towels had been making Soh'fia's room. That felt like a very powerful allegory for being in the elf city at all. It felt good to breathe clean air again.

With a renewed spring in my step, I headed to Hilda's room. I wasn't entirely sure if she would be there, but it didn't hurt to check. Along the way I thought over whether I had any lasting business, but aside from skipping out on some Natural spells for fear of Dakka fucking me to death, nothing came to mind. All the big deal stuff like equipment and leveling up was more or less scheduled for the dwarf holds. To my understanding, the elves had sent word to the dwarves and beastkin that the Heir was upon us, and to the dwarves in particular they had asked for them to prepare armor and a sword for me. (With measurements, of course.)

I arrived at Hilda's room and opened the door without knocking, halfway because she wouldn't have stopped even if she was masturbating or something, and in fact might have started just to try and catch me off guard. Luckily for me, she was slumped over at her desk, darkness exuding off her as her cheek sunk into a thick book. It was kind of nostalgic to see her so depressed and gloomy again, though she was still wearing the chitinous black dress instead of her ill-fitting black robes.

"Yo, Hilda," I said. "Pack up. We're leaving in like an hour."

"Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy."

"Because elves are fu—"

"Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis."

"Oh."

"This speeeeeeeeeeeeeeeell."

Nods knowingly.

"So haaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRD!" she finally yelled.

"It is the Master-level spell, or so I'm told. As in, the, because every Arcana only has one master spell."

"I know that," she snapped. "Sorry. I'm mad. I thought I would make more progress on it than I have."

"Must be rough."

"Pityfuck?" she asked hopefully.

I pointed at her. "That's exactly why we're leaving."

She blinked in confusion. "Pityfucking?"

"Yes," I replied, refusing to elaborate. Every sexual act with an elf was inherently a pityfuck. I understood this well now. "We'll be leaving in an hour or so. I'm going to go inform Rose, then wait at the teleportation room."

"Okay," she replied. "I'll just ask if I can borrow these Curse Magic books for a bit while we're gone."

"Good luck," I said, and with that I left. Hilda wasn't quite a God-Level threat like dark elves were, in that by virtue of her knocking me unconscious during climax we couldn't literally fuck until both of us starved to death, but I wanted to be free of sexual temptation as much as possible until we were out of Koh'rin.

I found Rose in her room as well. Unlike Hilda, she had no epic quest to complete here, so she was just meditating on her bed. She quite liked meditating, it seemed.

She opened her eyes when I walked in. "Oh my. To what do I owe the honor, Lord Malcador? Have you finally found time in your busy schedule to visit an old, forgotten friend?"

"I never forgot you. Sheesh, it's only been like two days."

She laughed; the familiar sounding tinkling. "I know, I am just giving you a hard time. What brings you here?"

"We're leaving. In an hour or so. I'm going around to tell everyone to pack."

"Aaah. And that is why you are the Heir of the World, Malcador."

"Huh?"

"A lesser man would have fucked the elves in perpetuity, but you have the strength of will to escape their clutches."

"I mean... Maybe. Are you still messing with me?" I asked.

"Yes. But really, I do think this was something of a challenge laid down in your heroic path, extreme though it may be."

"You think so?"

"I mean, in the first place, elvish women and human men should never have met. Just consider their physiology. Completely incompatible, or rather, too compatible. They should have been kept separate at all costs," Rose said.

"Exactly!" I pointed at her. "That's what I've been saying this whole time. Exactly. This is why I love you, Rose. You know exactly what's up without me having to tell you."

She smiled. "It does not take a genius to identify the inherent problems after witnessing a day in your life here."

I paused. "Witnessing... a day in my life?"

"Do recall the nature of our mutual companion."

"Forget I asked. I don't... I don't want to know any more details."

Her smile broadened ever so slightly. "Shall I tell you regardless?"

"No. We're... Look. We're leaving. In an hour. Pack. OK."

"The writing was on the wall with the rose petals on the bed. One could easily deduce from their presence what Dak'muc planned, but our intrepid hero Malcador chose nonetheless to threaten torture. Matters swiftl—"

"I can't hear you! Pack! Bye!" I stormed out. God, that was awkward. God, she must have heard me mutter "check status" out of nowhere like a weirdo. God, what did she think while watching me slap Dakka's ass and pound away like a horny animal? I could sure as fuck guess what Hilda thought and did, but what about Rose? Thinking about it, this was probably why she snapped a little at dinner. The emotional damage of seeing me cum buckets into a hot as fuck elf was probably equivalent to how I would feel watching Chad plough and impregnate the qt3.14 girl I was mirin' from afar. I couldn't let myself feel bad about this, though. They were spying on me. Using illicitly acquired soul material, no less. And regardless of how much the system said Rose was "infatuated" with me, I didn't buy it. Soh'fia's obsession I could buy, but Rose seemed like just another one of the bros, making fun of me for missing gaming sessions after getting a GF. Call it my old suspicion of love rearing its ugly head, but I just wasn't getting the vibes from Rose. She hadn't even formally revealed her identity to me yet.

But that could wait. I needed to grab some of my stuff from my room, though I would be leaving most of it behind since I didn't exactly need saddlebags and tents when teleporting directly to a city.

I stood in the teleporter room with Rose, Hilda, and Soh'fia. We had all our things, and were just going through a final briefing before stepping onto the circle directed at the dwarf hold.

"So," I said. "First things first. The obligatory infodump on the new location."

"But of course," Rose replied. "We will be traveling to the dwarf hold DirIe Ilirad, ruled by Queen Daiya, a quite ancient and powerful diamond cluster. It has been under attack from the underworld fo—"

"Wait," Soh'fia interjected. "Don't you think it would be better to explain this when we're there? This dumb human didn't even know dwarves were rocks until I explained it to him."

"Minerals, you mean."

"Whatever."

"I think it is somewhat problematic for royalty to use such infamously disparaging language with regards to another race."

"Yeah," I said. "That's why Rose is going undercover and pretending not to be a princess under the public eye."

She frowned at me. "You speak of your theories as if they are fact."

"You let it slip in a doomed timeline."

"Fuck. I suppose you can trust nobody, not even yourself."

"Well!" Soh'fia said, butting in between us. "I guess I'll just have to go undercover too. Human, give me a fake name to use."

"Hmmm..." A fake name for Soh'fia, huh? I wanted something that would sound familiar enough that it didn't sound like not her, and elf names were all about the apostrophe, so... "How about Sophia?"

"Perfect! I love it. Sophia!" she exclaimed. I got the distinct feeling she would have loved any name I could have said there, but I let it slide. It was the thought that counted, and that just meant she was overflowing with love.

"I like it too," Hilda said. "Welcome to the team, Sophia!"

"Uh huh," said Sophia. "Just call me Sophia."

"Wait," Rose said, frowning. "I'm not quite sure that is..."

"Rose. Rosalyn. Rose. Rosalyn."

"Curses. Defeated by myself once again. Also, it is terrible operational security to just say it out loud like that."

"I think you kind of abandoned the entire concept of opsec the second you chose that name."

"But Rose is such a lovely name, and you see, the connection between the two is really quite tenuous when you get down to it."

I waved a hand. "We can discuss this when we're in Dwarfland. Let's go."

And with that, Rose, Hilda, Sophia, and I all stepped forward onto the floor's magic circle. There was a flash of light, and we were gone.

Off to DirIe Ilirad the dwarf hold, and away from Koh'rin.

None of us heard the distant wails Dakka made upon being informed of our departure.

End of Arc 2.5, "The Slutty Elf Arc"