"Is this for real…?" Kurose Akira murmured under his breath, disbelief flooding his mind.
He honestly couldn't believe it—the legendary Elf Queen… her entire body was covered in weak points?
That jade-white skin of hers looked as though it had been painted over with vivid red. Every inch of flesh, every single cell—each one was a weak point.
How was that even possible?
Was it because of the elves' unique constitution?
"Your eyes are full of confusion," the Elf Queen said gently, clearly noticing the change in his gaze. "Did you discover something?"
"N-no, nothing at all."
Akira shook his head quickly. How could he possibly tell her that he could see her weak points?
Wait.
Maybe it was because this was only a dream—and because the Elf Queen here was being affected by that so-called evil thought—that her entire body had turned into weak points?
Yeah. That explanation actually made sense.
…I really am a genius.
"Please, come inside and sit for a while."
The Elf Queen invited him into the wooden cabin. The moment Akira stepped inside, he realized the interior was far more extraordinary than it appeared from the outside.
Every piece of furniture shimmered with a dazzling glow, all of it meticulously crafted from crystal. A jade bed, a jade table, jade chairs… even a glass lamp. The entire room felt dreamlike, ethereal—so beautiful it felt like a celestial abode.
"Please, have a seat."
Akira chose a spot at random. The instant he sat down, a teacup materialized before him. In the blink of an eye, it filled itself with fragrant tea.
Magic?
Akira was quietly curious. Water-element magic, perhaps? Either way, it was incredibly convenient.
As his thoughts wandered, he saw the Elf Queen gracefully lift her emerald-green teacup and take a small sip.
Every movement she made radiated elegance and nobility, as though she had stepped straight out of an ancient legend. Her beauty compelled Akira to look at her more than once—she was like a flawless character that could only exist in fiction, perfect in every way.
"Is there anything I need to do?" Akira asked after taking a small sip of tea.
"Let me think…" The Elf Queen tilted her head slightly, her silvery-white hair flowing like a galaxy, shimmering brilliantly. "Perhaps you could simply chat with me?"
"I've been asleep for decades. It's been a very long time since I last shared my thoughts with anyone."
Her words plunged Akira into brief silence.
He knew the Elf Queen had appeared in his dream to deal with the issue of evil thoughts—but from her tone, he sensed a kind of loneliness, like that of a beautiful, mature woman yearning for someone who could listen to her heart.
"Cough—"
Akira cleared his throat, steadying himself before speaking calmly.
"If we only talk, won't it be difficult for me to truly understand the nature of this evil thought?"
"You're right." The Elf Queen nodded gently, clearly agreeing with his reasoning.
After a moment of contemplation, she continued, "Then do you have a better approach? Of course, if you're thinking of having me lure the evil thought out and erase it myself… that's not something I can do."
Akira frowned slightly. The severity of the Elf Queen's evil thought was greater than he had expected.
He could feel it—if left unchecked, it might slowly corrode her heart, eventually dragging this noble queen into a dark abyss.
"Could you tell me what caused your evil thought in the first place?" Akira asked.
"Desire. A craving for power," the Elf Queen answered calmly."At the time, the elven race stood on the brink of extinction. I needed power to protect my people. And it was because of that… that a trace of evil thought was born within me."
"I see…"
Hearing her explanation, Akira gained a deeper understanding of the Elf Queen before him.
It also made him realize that even someone as pure and flawless as the Elf Queen was not immune to the birth of evil thoughts.
As for how he should handle her—
The answer wasn't actually complicated.
Whichever Elf Queen was more susceptible to evil thoughts would need to enter the Elf Mother Tree to undergo purification.
And the method to determine susceptibility was simple as well.
All he had to do… was entice her desire.
"You look like you've already figured out what to do," the Elf Queen said, noticing the light returning to Akira's eyes.
"Maybe." Akira rubbed his nose and smiled slightly. "May I ask you a few questions?"
"Go ahead."
"Height?"
"178 centimeters."
"Weight?"
"65 kilograms."
"Measurements?!"
"102 (77)–65–95."
"…?"
Holy shit?
Those are G-cups?!
Ahem—
He'd only asked casually—he hadn't expected the Elf Queen to answer everything so straightforwardly!
"Is there anyone else who knows about your evil thought?" Akira asked again.
"Besides you, only one old friend of mine," the Elf Queen replied. "But she passed away long ago."
"..."
"If I were to take some rather… aggressive measures," Akira asked cautiously, "would you be able to accept them?"
"Aggressive?"
The Elf Queen smiled softly. "Since I chose you, I naturally trust you. And besides, this is only a dream. As long as you promise not to reveal anything that happens here, I'll follow your arrangements."
She'll follow everything I say?
"However~"
She added gently, "There are some things that are forbidden. I trust you understand which ones."
"I do."
Akira nodded. He knew full well what constituted taboos among the elves.
Any action that violated elven law was absolutely forbidden.
"Speaking of which," Akira said, stroking his chin, "since this is a dream, does that mean the environment can be changed according to my will?"
"You can try."
With the Elf Queen's permission, Akira prepared to alter the dreamscape—but as his gaze swept over her, a bold thought took shape first.
In the very next instant—
The Elf Queen's magnificent robes vanished.
In their place appeared a strikingly erotic cow-patterned lingerie. A pair of small cow-horn accessories adorned her hair, and a delicate bell hung at her snow-white neck.
"Cough—!"
Akira's heartbeat instantly skyrocketed.
The Elf Queen's flawless, voluptuous body was laid bare before him, and his desire surged uncontrollably.
And that overwhelming whiteness—large, full, yet perfectly proportioned. His imagination had never gone this far. He had never seen a sight this spectacular.
After stealing a hurried glance, he was just about to restore her original outfit—
—when he realized the Elf Queen was calmly examining the new clothes he had given her.
There was no anger on her face. Only curiosity.
"What a peculiar outfit," she said softly. "Little one, are you planning to converse with me in the dream while I'm dressed like this?"
Her voice was gentle, completely unconcerned with her appearance.
Akira froze.
"Y-you… don't mind dressing like this?" he asked carefully.
"In reality, I would certainly be angry," the Elf Queen shook her head. "If other elves saw me like this, it would damage the dignity of the elven race."
Then she added, "But this is your dream. I think I can accept it. I've worn garments woven from the divine power of the Elf Mother Tree for tens of thousands of years. Changing styles once in a while isn't such a bad thing."
She paused, then continued:
"It's just that… the style you chose for me is a bit too revealing. I'm not particularly fond of that."