"Not that I doubt you, Baron, but Moonwatch River is thousands of feet wide, with fierce currents and fortified guard posts along its banks. Even 100,000 troops would struggle to cross—let alone your mere 20,000."
The grand elder's skepticism was reasonable. I gave him a crooked, almost mocking smile. Perhaps it looked too lewd, because he immediately shifted uncomfortably.
"Sorry, this is an expensive trade secret. If you truly want to know, grand elder, pay up—5,000 gold coins."
"F-Five thousand?!"
He shot to his feet, eyes nearly popping out, cold sweat trickling down his temple. Five thousand gold could buy several villages. For these broke elves, it might as well be five thousand tomatoes.
"Hahaha, relax. Sit down—we'll talk slowly. Yes, I'm always fair in business. Iron price, no haggling. Five thousand is worth every coin."
"… …"
"Heh heh heh… but you don't actually need to know the method. I'll send carrier pigeons. Once the orc supply lines are cut, if it fails, I won't take a single coin. Deal?"
"Then… what do you want in exchange?"
"Straight to the point: as Imelo Clan's partner, I demand exclusive development rights to Silverleaf Forest."
"Hmph. So that's what you're after."
The old fox fell silent, face shifting between dark and light as he calculated.
"Silverleaf Forest is a vast resource. Shame your elves don't know how to use it properly—pure waste. I'll send a few experienced farmers to settle there, work alongside your people to research the best ways to harvest rare herbs and materials. Mutual benefit."
Elves revered nature as life itself. They'd die to protect the forest and despised greedy humans who exploited it. For centuries, patrols kept outsiders away.
Letting humans harvest openly? Impossible. But a small joint team? Negotiable.
With Silverleaf 's resources and elven labor, successful cooperation would flood me with alchemy ingredients, massively boosting production and quality—crucial for my and Fina's business expansion. One of my main reasons for coming here. For the elves, it meant new income. Win-win.
Plus, securing their support for my family? Multiple gains, zero loss.
"Can you guarantee no harm to the forest's ecosystem?"
"Of course. I'll hand-pick honest, experienced people. Rest easy, elder."
"Fine. Deal."
We slapped palms again. This trip was paying off handsomely—worth every mile of hardship.
*(Silverleaf Forest development rights—acquired!)*
After days of waiting, tonight was Jenna's adult ceremony.
This silly saintess, overjoyed at the alliance with the grand elder, came running to me like a lamb to slaughter. Adorably foolish. Perfect.
"Wonderful! Father finally sees Master differently."
"Not quite—he still hates me. Just can't do anything about it under profit pressure." Jenna looked puzzled but remained thrilled I'd helped her clan.
"Stand still, Jenna."
"Still?"
"In the name of Sorola, I summon thee—Silk Binding Serpent!"
A crimson serpent with golden eyes materialized from another realm, lunging at Jenna. She cried out but obeyed, not resisting. The serpent coiled around her instantly.
"M-Master… what is this… help… Master…"
"Don't worry, darling. It's from the Forbidden Training Summoning Codex—no poison, no harm. But it loves playing with beauties like you."
"B-But… ah… what kind of lewd binding is this… whoa… Master… it's biting me…"
I sat on the bed's edge, smiling as Jenna rolled helplessly on the floor, bound tight. This crimson serpent was a high-grade training beast—**Silk Binding Serpent**.
Over thirty feet long yet slender and tough. Its scales were fine and dense—smooth against skin, never injuring, yet rough enough for sensation. Trained properly, it could tie intricate knots.
Right now, it had Jenna in a perfect turtle-shell bondage.
"Eh… my body… why… Master… save me…"
Her heterochromatic eyes watered as she looked up, realizing this wasn't an ordinary snake. The substance it injected wasn't normal venom.
"Heh heh… relax. Its aphrodisiac won't kill you—just make you burn with need."
Like the Virgin Gu, the Silk Binding Serpent was multi-purpose. Beyond expert bondage, its bite delivered potent natural aphrodisiac. Fina had been driven to countless shameless acts under its coils.
The drug acted fast and fierce. Jenna's cheeks flushed crimson; her resistance melted into softness. Her bound breasts swelled visibly—I couldn't resist stroking them.
"Ah… Master… no… Jenna feels… strange…"
"Relax. Soon you'll feel amazing."
The golden-eyed red serpent bit her neck, pumping aphrodisiac straight into her bloodstream. Soon it would flood every cell, turning saintess into slut.
I lifted her onto the bed, stripping her gown. Jenna lay limp, powerless yet writhing—legs rubbing together desperately.
"So hot… Master… Jenna's so hot…"
As a 200-year-old senior mage and elf swordswoman, her willpower was impressive. An ordinary woman would have begged for cock within minutes.
I savored the long night slowly. Hands roamed freely—teasing pierced nipples, tracing the Golden Pearl in her navel, brushing Thunder Rings until she sobbed. All while calculating her endurance.
"Master… I… want…"
"Want what? Say it clearly."
"Yes… Jenna wants Master's… ah… embrace…"
I grinned wickedly, ordering the serpent to tighten. It squeezed her in exquisite bondage. Then its rattle-tail began vibrating—buzzing ominously against her pussy.
Jenna's eyes widened. First climax exploded through her—back arching, screams echoing.
This serpent was perfect.
Releasing her bonds, I let her bask in afterglow. While she lay helpless, I stripped her completely.
Her ringed nipples stood hard. I teased and kissed them. Jenna, now docile, let me enjoy her flawless body.
I ordered the serpent to bind her wrists again, biting her pulse points for more aphrodisiac. When I shed my clothes, Jenna—drenched in sweat—moaned lewdly.
"Jenna, spread your legs. Time to deepen our 'bond.'"
Lost in haze, she obeyed instantly. Legs wide, silver curls parted—wet, swollen folds glistening invitingly.
I positioned myself and thrust in slowly. Jenna cried out in pleasure.
"Master… so big… so good… ahhh!"
"Good girl. Do you only want Master's cock?"
"Yes… only Master's cock… I swear eternal loyalty… harder, Master… ohhh!"
But I wasn't satisfied yet. At my command, the serpent's vibrating tail pressed into her rear entrance.
"Master… Jenna's back hole… wants Master's love too…"
"Perfect. Tonight I'll fuck you senseless, little slut."
Midnight, deep silence…
"Master… mm…"
"W-What…?"
"Jenna still wants…"
"Still?! We've done it nine times already!"
"Yes… more…"
"Are you serious?!"
As a mage and elf swordswoman, her stamina was monstrous—several times an ordinary woman's.
That traitorous serpent had vanished. Jenna, finding no other "snake," turned on me. She flipped me over—pinning me down.
Help! She's raping me now!!!
After tonight, I might become her sex slave… sob…
Next morning, I dragged my exhausted, noticeably thinner body to the war council room. Jenna clung happily to my arm.
"Master, what shall we play tonight?"
"Damn it, the sun just rose and you're already thinking about tonight?"
"Heh heh heh…"
Time for serious slave training—or she'll drain me dry.
In the council chamber, the grand elder, Serbei, and senior elves waited. This time, the grand elder seated me beside Serbei—showing respect.
Serbei began analysis: "Elders, generals, Lord Sorola—scouts report the orc army, roughly 150,000 strong. Dark elves haven't appeared—likely using the orcs as cover to infiltrate secretly."
"How long can your barriers and poison plants delay them?"
"Against orcs alone—four to five days. With dark elf help, they'll reach half a mile from Gaia within two."
The grand elder and I exchanged glances. We both understood. My 20,000 light cavalry would strike orc supply lines. Orcs—famished beasts—couldn't last long without food.
Dark elves might adapt, but vegetarian elves couldn't feed them. Orc supplies would last maybe five days. Victory hinged on stalling that long.
"Commander Serbei, monitor orc positions. Before they reach the poison slope, burn the toxic flowers."
The elves froze—most confused, some outraged at destroying precious flora.
The grand elder spoke first: "The flowers are toxic but living treasures. Why burn them?"
Facing these soft-hearted fools, I nearly spat blood.
"With dark elves helping, the poison slope is useless. We change strategy—burning creates toxic fog to attack the orcs. Understand?"