Chapter 363

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362 How an Elf’s Name is Elpride #3

“Elpride. It’s all in. How is it? You okay?”

I kept checking on Elpride’s condition.

With both hands braced against the wall, she leaned slightly against the mirror as if struggling to endure. Her breathing had grown rough, as if just taking me inside was already overwhelming.

“Haah, haaah…”

Because of that, the mirror on the wall was continuously fogging up with white mist.

“H-Hey, maybe this isn’t working after all…”

But Elpride, as if something was bothering her, pushed me away and quickly pulled my thing out from between her legs.

“Why?”

“I’m gonna wash up first.”

“Ah.”

I wouldn’t have minded continuing as is, but Elpride, being the meticulous type, must’ve been bothered by doing something like this without cleaning herself first.

In the end, Elpride hastily gathered her clothes and dashed off somewhere. She returned about thirty minutes later.

In the meantime, I lay awkwardly on the bed, staring at the ceiling or out the window.

When she came back, her hair was damp, and she was holding something like a bottle.

“What’s that?”

“Liquid courage.”

I wondered what “liquid courage” was, but as soon as Elpride popped the cork and chugged it, a sharp, bitter alcohol stench hit me.

Seemed like pretty strong liquor.

Well, if it’s alcohol, I guess calling it “liquid courage” makes sense.

“Hah…”

After downing a few gulps, Elpride pushed me aside and flopped onto the bed.

But she seemed like she had something to say, hesitating as if the “liquid courage” wasn’t quite enough.

“What, you got something to say?”

“N-No, it’s just… It’s kinda funny to bring this up now, but… th-thanks.”

“Thanks?”

When I asked what she meant, Elpride reluctantly burst out like a dam breaking.

“Back in the city, when you set the fire. You saved me. And at the slave market, you defended me too.”

“Ah.”

It was true, but bringing it up weeks—no, over a month—later did feel a little strange.

For Elpride, it seemed she could only say it now, drunk and embarrassed like this.

I replied,

“You’ve saved me plenty too. Let’s call it even. Anyway, can I touch you now?”

“I-I dunno.”

“Dunno” wasn’t a no, at least.

I slowly undressed her again and spread her legs into an M-shape.

Since she’d washed up, she wasn’t as wet as before, so I figured I’d have to warm her up again.

Elpride’s body was cool, maybe from washing with cold water.

I covered her like a blanket, one hand on her chest while my tongue slowly traced her face, ears, and neck.

“Nngh, nn…”

The more my tongue and hands moved, the more Elpride made sounds like she was being lightly electrocuted.

“I-I’m spreading my legs for you… Hah, I can’t get used to this. Nngh, ah…”

“It’s not the first time.”

“B-Back then, we were both… out of our minds.”

“Fair.”

I covered Elpride’s slender lips with mine.

After a few soft kisses, I slowly parted her lips with my tongue. When I slipped it inside, she hesitantly tangled hers with mine.

A kiss tinged with bitter alcohol.

We let our tongues greet each other until we ran out of breath.

The same tongue and lips that usually spat sharp insults were now focused solely on sharing warmth.

It was a little funny how something this soft and pliant could also be a weapon for venomous words.

“You’re thinking something perverted, aren’t you?”

Elpride suddenly pushed my face away, scowling. She looked a little mad.

“How the hell do you know what’s in my head?”

“Your mind’s an open book.”

“Then tell me where I’m gonna touch next. Guess what I’m thinking.”

“That’s…”

Elpride fumbled, unsure.

“M-My chest…?”

She seemed convinced I’d go for her chest. Honestly, I wasn’t even thinking that hard, but if she wanted it…

So I latched onto her chest with my tongue, lips, and fingers, teasing her nipples and the soft, plump flesh.

“I’m baby Hassan~. Gimme milk.”

“Aah, stop saying weird stuff—!”

She tried to shove me away in panic, but—

Elpride’s breathing was already growing ragged, and her body, cooled by the shower, was heating up again.

Figuring it was about time, I spread her legs wider and slowly pressed my length against her entrance.

Just as the tip was about to push in, Elpride’s hands suddenly covered herself, blocking me.

Was she getting nervous now?

I was getting impatient too.

As I seriously considered just forcing my way in, Elpride’s damp red eyes looked up at me.

“…Hassan. You really won’t run away, right?”

“Yeah.”

“…”

She still didn’t seem to trust me, but the strength in her hands slowly faded. I moved them aside and finally pushed inside.

Squelch.

Despite her cool skin, her tight, wet insides were scorching hot.

The moment I was enveloped in that heat, my whole body felt like it was being squeezed in warmth, sending tingles down to my tailbone.

“Ngh, ah—!”

Beneath me, Elpride seemed to be in some pain. Since it was only her second time, it made sense she’d still feel sore.

Squelch, squelch—

I moved my hips slowly, watching her reactions.

“Can you feel us becoming one?”

“D-Don’t know, idiot— Hah!”

Every thrust made Elpride’s brows furrow, her arms flailing cutely like she didn’t know what to do.

“Hngh, hnn… ngh, haah…”

Eventually, her hands settled around my neck, pulling me tightly against her.

Her spread legs wrapped around my waist and thighs, clinging to me like a cicada on an old tree.

“You clinging this hard feels even better. I’m not going anywhere.”

“D-Don’t know, stupid… Don’t ask stuff like that…”

They say the emotional connection of shared warmth brings women great pleasure. I gently stroked Elpride’s hair as I kept moving.

Thrust, squelch, slap—

“Ah, ah! Hah, haaah! Aah, nn—!”

“How is it, Elpride? Feels good?”

“D-Don’t know—! Hah, ngh!”

“Then how does it feel?”

“Y-You b*stard… Why’re you so— Hah— persistent…? D-Don’t know…”

She didn’t seem in any state to answer. Her face was flushed, lips slightly parted, chin trembling.

Though the way her insides clenched around me with every thrust was answer enough.

Her arms and legs around my neck and waist tightened, making it harder to move.

This position was nice, but a little frustrating.

So I pulled out, flipped her onto her hands and knees on the bed, and—

Before me, her pale back and a**.

I thrust in again, and Elpride arched her back, unsure how to react.

“Aah—! Haaah!”

Doggy style.

They say this angle lets both partners feel deeper pleasure. For me, the thrill of taking Elpride like an animal was its own reward.

Slap, slap, squelch—

“Ah! Nn—! Ah!”

The proud Elpride, now just moaning with her a** on display, moving to the rhythm of my hips.

Me, a former slave, now fucking her, in a position to knock her up. What a success story.

Slap, slap—

“Hassan… Haaassan…”

The more I moved, the more her posture crumbled. Face pressed into the sheets, she clawed at the blanket.

A beautiful sight.

“Hassan… Hassan…”

“You don’t have to call me. I’m right here.”

“Hah… haaah…”

Even though we were connected, Elpride kept calling for me, anxious without seeing my face.

It hit me then—another quirk of hers, alongside her sadism: separation anxiety. Was she really that worried about not seeing me?

Not sure what to do, I noticed the large standing mirror in the room.

Whoosh—

“Aah—!”

Still buried inside her, I lifted Elpride up and carried her to the mirror, showing her reflection—legs spread, chest bouncing.

“Look, Elpride. See who you’re making a baby with.”

“Hyaah—!”

Her red eyes widened in shock and confusion in the mirror.

Slap—

When I snapped my hips, her chest jiggled wildly in the reflection. An improvised position, but surprisingly satisfying.

I kept holding her like that, thrusting.

Slap, slap— squelch, squelch—

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“Haah, haaah—! Hahng, haaang, aaang, aahng—!”

Every time, Elpride lets out moans. And at that moment, our eyes meet through the mirror.

“D-don’t look, don’t look, haah, haaah, huuuh—.”

“What do you mean, ‘don’t look’?”

“D-don’t look…! L-let go! Let me go—!”

Suddenly, Elpride starts thrashing. Did she suddenly feel embarrassed because our eyes met?

The excessive force in the thighs I’m holding onto begins to tense up, and as the muscles stiffen, naturally, the inside tightens even more, squeezing my thing relentlessly.

The gripping inside. My thing ruthlessly digs into and stretches the tightly contracted depths.

Schlick, schlick, schlick—.

“Stop, stop it, you idiot! You d*mn psycho! Freak!”

“Wow, what’s this?”

“I even thanked you for speaking up! T-take it back! Let go now!”

Just moments ago, Elpride had been melting softly, but now she’s resisting fiercely for some inexplicable reason.

I couldn’t understand her sudden outburst of harsh curses.

But the more she struggled, the tighter her insides gripped me, making it impossible to stop this rhythm.

“Stop, I said stop! Stooop, aaah, aahh—!”

Right then.

Drip—drip—.

A warm, liquid-like sensation trickles down from between Elpride’s thighs, flowing over her legs and mine, vividly noticeable.

Of course, I could clearly see what was happening in the mirror. Elpride, unable to endure the deep, relentless stimulation, had wet herself a little.

“Haaah, d-don’t look—! Don’t look, you idiot—! You impotent freak, loser, d-don’t look—!”

Elpride’s expression was more twisted and fierce than I’d ever seen, her face flushed red as if about to burst.

“What, did you forget to use the bathroom while washing up?”

“Shut up—! Shut up! Put me down! Now! I’ll tear you apart!”

She looked like she might breathe fire any second, but at this point, it was more pitiable than scary. Pitiable, then cute, and because she’s cute, lovable. Kawaii, indeed.

Creak, creak—.

Squelch, squelch—.

Every time my thing thrusts into her, small spurts of urine leak from between Elpride’s thighs.

“Uuuh, huuuh, gyaaah, huuuh, d-don’t look, I said….”

And soon, tears stream from Elpride’s pride-wounded red eyes. Those tears send excitement rushing to my head, and still holding her up, I release deep inside her.

“Aahh, aaahhh—!”

At the same time, Elpride’s head tilts far back.

Her chest, shoulders, and thighs, reflected in the mirror, tremble violently before being obscured by droplets splashing onto the glass.

Slither—.

Elpride slides out of my grasp. Then, stomping over to the bed, she burrows under the covers.

She didn’t show even a toe to me until morning.

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The next morning.

I stood in the grimy inn bathroom, utterly bewildered.

“What’re you doing? Hurry up.”

The reason? Elpride had followed me in, squatting before me, issuing threats.

“Pee already. Then it’ll be over quick.”

“No…”

“Too stupid to pull your pants down? Need me to do it?”

Elpride’s slender fingers reach for my belt. Flustered, I have no choice but to grab her hand.

“Tch, look at this. Let go. Won’t you?”

Elpride frowns, clearly displeased. Her stance is firm.

“You laughed when I wet myself. Now I’ll watch you pee. Hurry up.”

She kept making absurd demands like this.

Me, pee in front of Elpride?

I’m not a five-year-old under a mother or teacher’s care. Forcing a grown man to pee in front of a girl is downright cruel.

“Worship’s starting soon, right? Hurry. Hurry.”

Ugh, d*mn it.

Finally, I resign myself, pull down my pants, and take out my thing. Seeing it, Elpride’s red pupils gleam strangely.

But even after mustering the courage to take it out, actually peeing required another level of resolve.

“What’re you doing?”

Then Elpride pokes my thing with her finger. My mind nearly blanks.

What is this?

I don’t have this kind of kink.

I’ve never been so embarrassed—I wanted to crawl into a hole.

“If you don’t, I won’t help you.”

Our deal was that Elpride would help with my shrine duties today if I agreed to one request. But why this?

“Not doing it? Need help?”

Slither—.

Elpride’s hand wraps around my thing. Then, like pumping, she strokes it back and forth, up and down.

Under her dynamic movements, my thing stiffens and swells.

“Wow, Hassan. Why’s it getting so big?”

“Th-that’s…”

“You’re hopeless. Is that all you think about? You pervert.”

Elpride’s insults are varied, but when it comes to s*x, she only knows the word “pervert.”

As a 21st-century internet warrior, did she think such words would faze me?

“Fine, I’ll let it go today.”

Thanks to the great and merciful Elpride’s benevolence, I manage to tuck it back in.

Maybe it’s my imagination, but she seemed oddly pleased I got hard.

Anyway, off to the shrine with Elpride.

But unlike my expectation of a bustling Sunday crowd, the graveyard grounds were eerily quiet and desolate.

“Now, let us begin the praise of the great and loyal Nymph Paranoi of Ditch Water…!”

Clap.

Clap clap—.

Only a few elderly folks applaud Paranoi’s sermon.

Just days ago, this place had been packed—how did it become so silent?

“Ah, Hassan. You’re here. And that firebrand’s with you.”

Antiope, the shrine’s guard and overseer, approaches.

“Hey, Antiope. Where is everyone?”

“W-well… The God of Festivals… is currently holding a service in Sodomora…”

“What? Which god?”

“The God of Festivals is holding worship in the southern Deer Forest. Everyone went there. Bacchus.”

Bacchus?

One of the mighty gods seated in Hypos’ pantheon? No wonder my startup shrine lost its visitors.

Is this corporate bullying?

But naturally, I’m curious about another god’s presence.

“Where?”

“The southern Deer Forest. Going? Take me with you!”

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### 63. The God of Wine, Festivals, and Revelry #1

Bacchus is known as the God of Wine.

Associated with banquets, drunkenness, mischief, and chaos, he’s worshipped mainly by brewers and tavern owners.

He’s also said to lead the Maenads, uncontrollable spirits of madness, making his influence immense.

Yet, it’s surprising—and inspiring—that Bacchus’ mother was human, not divine.

Antiope explained:

“Many demigods were born from Jupiter and mortal women—Perseus, Endymion, Amphion… But all met heroic ends. Gold Tier, you see.”

I recalled Hippolyte.

Those wearing Gold Tier necklaces are called heroes. Or perhaps they wear gold because they’re heroes.

In this kingdom, the dozen or so human weapons—those with gold necklaces—must be descendants of Jupiter, the King of Gods.

“But why?”

“But Bacchus, despite his mortal mother, carved his seat among Hypos’ highest. By sheer achievement, he became the youngest god.”

“I see.”

“So he’s a role model for demigods like me. Anyway, seeing his worship might help you understand how to run your shrine, what kind of god to be.”

With that, Antiope ended her tale.

Soon, we passed the city’s southern gate, entering the forest path. Known as the Deer Forest for its abundant deer, it’s sacred to Diana, Goddess of the Hunt and Chastity.

Think of it as a national park—or, more accurately, a modest city park.

Usually pristine, the forest now greeted us with a bizarre sight.

Heeuung…

Ngeuheh…

“What the hell.”

From the entrance onward, crowds of drunken fools sprawled everywhere.

Even before noon, they lay strewn over trees and ground, slurring incomprehensibly.

Uuuaaah—

Aaangiiih—

Their slack pupils and limp bodies suggested acute alcohol poisoning.

“The stench is awful. My nose is gonna rot.”

Elpride covers her nose, unable to stand the pungent wine fumes.

“Just the smell could get you drunk. Disgusting.”

Antiope nods.

“Obviously. Bacchus is here. Even strong wills struggle to stay conscious.”

She covers her nose too.

“Rumor says Bacchus can turn breath into wine.”

What a ridiculous rumor.

Looking at their faces turning increasingly red, it was clear enough that this purple mist spreading like steam throughout the forest contained some seriously potent elements.

Is this really some kind of alcohol mist diffused in the air?

I recalled seeing a bizarre news story once—something about people pouring soju into humidifiers to disperse alcohol into the air.

They said it was mostly insomniacs who did such strange things, but since alcohol absorbed through the lungs hits faster, it could be pretty dangerous.

Elpride and Antiope were probably suffering from something similar in principle.

In that sense, not bringing Paranoi along was the right choice. Paranoi was the heaviest drinker of them all.

“If any of you are struggling, wait here. Don’t just collapse like that.”

Swoosh—

I glanced around and gave the girls a warning. But what caught my eye was a young lady casually plucking and eating grass, completely indifferent to the stares or the situation around her.

Salad, munch munch—

She looked like an ordinary maiden, but once drunk, human dignity must’ve flown right out the window. There was no guarantee Elpride or Antiope wouldn’t end up the same way.

Antiope muttered something then.

“These fumes are pretty strong. You seem unaffected—is it because you’re becoming a god?”

“Dunno. I’ve always had a high tolerance. Anyway, let’s go deeper in.”

Clap, clap, clap—

The further we ventured into the forest, the louder the chaotic applause and shouts became.

Something between a song and nonsense hummed from barely parted lips.

The sound of snapping branches, retching, and convulsing birds and deer scattered about made me question whether this was even reality.

But compared to what was coming next, this was almost cute.

Deeper into the woods, people half-n*ked or completely bare clung to each other, engaging in slick, intimate exchanges.

“Ugh, what the hell is this?”

Clusters of skin, veiled by the purple revelry, gathered in groups, caressing each other.

Hnnng—

The only saving grace was that they were all young women.

Whoa, four br*asts!

Just kidding. Honestly, I was a bit flustered too. This felt exactly like stumbling into some rundown brothel. I didn’t know where to look.

“Eugh, look at them! Women doing weird things with each other! This is disgusting!”

Antiope trembled as if horrified.

Just moments ago, she seemed to be succumbing to the violet haze, but this shocking sight must’ve snapped her back to reality.

“They’re rubbing against each other! Ugh, I’m gonna puke—! I heard Bacchus’ followers were depraved, but I didn’t think it was this bad!”

Antiope recoiled dramatically at the slug-like displays of affection.

A question popped into my head. Weren’t the Amazons, Mars’ daughters, a warrior society composed entirely of women?

“Don’t Amazons do stuff like this?”

In a society of spirited women, I figured things like this might happen. But Antiope frowned as if the question itself was an insult.

“Are you insane? Amazons value chastity!”

“Ah, right.”

Come to think of it, Antiope’s sister Hippolyte led the Maiden of the Sword. Guess I had some misconceptions about the Amazons.

“Ugh—This is literal hell. Why did I even come here?”

Antiope was visibly distressed.

If I imagined the scene around us replaced with hairy men, her reaction made perfect sense. It’d be downright horrifying—a true hellscape.

Anyway, since Antiope seemed really uncomfortable, I quickened my pace.

I glanced at Elpride to check on her, but surprisingly, she seemed unfazed, just blinking calmly.

She muttered,

“Bacchus must be a strange one. A god presiding over this kind of chaotic, noisy revelry. Almost like the God of Mischief.”

Antiope shot back,

“God of Mischief? You mean your Albrheim’s god?”

“Yeah. He was said to love bizarre things like this…”

Elpride trailed off, her red eyes flickering strangely.

“Is that… Bacchus?”

Finally, someone’s question led us to the heart of the forest, where Bacchus himself had descended.

The first thing I noticed was a chair.

Amidst the sprawled, unrestrained crowd stood a grotesque throne.

Though “chair” might not be the right word. The strangest part was its material—it was made of humans.

Ugh—

Ahh—

Drunk humans, tangled like mating snakes, lay beneath it, serving as its foundation.

I wouldn’t have dared sit on something so bizarre, but the figure lounging atop it looked down lazily, as if this were perfectly natural.

…

I didn’t feel like describing his appearance in detail, but this had to be Bacchus, the man worshipped as a god on this continent.

His hair and eyes were a dark purple, almost black, his skin a healthy tan, his features androgynous, and the curved bull-like horns on his head were nothing short of extraordinary.

Like a finely crafted statue.

…

If not for his drawn-out yawn, I might’ve mistaken him for an art piece. He sat with an air of ease, yet speaking to him felt daunting.

“Are you the God of Wine, Lord Bacchus?”

True to her nature as Mars’ daughter and a symbol of valor, Antiope spoke first.

The man’s goat-like, horizontally slit pupils narrowed.

Indeed. I am the Father of Freedom, the Liberator of Oppressed Reason, the Master of Festivities—Lord Bacchus. And you, bold enough to address me—who might you be?

“I-I’m Antiope, daughter of Mars. Wow—I’m actually talking to Bacchus! This is unreal. Wait, why am I saying my thoughts out loud?”

Antiope looked at me.

“Did you do something to me?”

“Nope.”

Hoh… Hooeeeh—

With that bizarre sound, Antiope collapsed, trembling violently.

“W-what is this… I can’t… take it anymore…”

She seemed to have lost all coherence, writhing on the ground.

“Help… me… My body… won’t…”

Bacchus observed her and remarked,

For a mortal to last this long in my domain is impressive. Mars’ daughter, was it?

Antiope’s collapse was clearly Bacchus’ doing.

The violet haze permeating the forest originated from him, so succumbing near his throne was inevitable.

Even I was starting to feel my fingers and toes tingling.

It was like being submerged in a pool of alcohol. A single lapse in focus, and my reason might be swept away by this bizarre current.

If I were a heavy drinker or someone weak to intoxication, I’d have probably joined the n*ked masses by now.

So this was Bacchus, the God of Wine.

His mere presence was enough to strip away reason and reduce everyone around him to free-spirited nudity.

Alongside the radiant Sun God, he truly lived up to the title of “god.” Compared to him, what was I?

All I could do was growl at children. Honestly, I couldn’t even fathom how much time and discipline it’d take to reach their level.

A difference in class—that’s what it was. And it was true in every sense.

A visitor from foreign lands, I see.

His goat-like eyes turned to Elpride, who covered her nose and hid behind me, wary.

Elpride had always been shy around strangers.

Not that I blamed her—I wanted to hide behind her too. His pupils were split horizontally, like a goat’s! And he had horns!

Unliked, are we? Fine. You’re not here to steal my women anyway. Right, Zigress?

His attention shifted to me. Though human-like, his aura was anything but, and the way he stared made the back of my neck itch.

Mustering courage, I asked,

“You’re Bacchus, right? What brings you to Sodomora—”

But my words were cut off.

Ah, come on—you’re killing the mood.

Bacchus frowned slightly, waving his hand to silence me.

Let’s drop the formalities. Keep that up, and you’ll ruin the high I’ve got going.

“What do you mean—?”

Just relax, friend. No need to be so stiff. We’re not strangers, you and I.

“Relax”?

Was he saying I could speak casually? Was this a trap? My brain raced with possibilities.

“Alright, sure.”

I decided to go along with it. He didn’t seem hostile.

Good. Just as I heard—no pretenses with you. So, enjoying my party? I threw this festival just for you, since I heard you’re quite the womanizer.

Swoosh—

Bacchus gestured around, as if this bizarre slug-fest was my personal gift.

Me, a womanizer? Where did that rumor even come from? Though lately, I’d been spending a lot of time with Zippie.

You don’t look thrilled. Would you prefer a gathering of men instead?

“No, what the hell—that’s not—”

Haha, just kidding. Anyway, good to meet you, friend. Worth the trip down here, I hope.

Smooth—

Bacchus rose and approached me.

Got something to tell you, friend.*

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