Chapter 2311: The Leader of One-Horn

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Though it was unusual for people to knock on her door, especially around this time of day, the Leader of One-Horn, one of the last Unicorns, perked up as she replied, “It’s open. Please enter.”

Doing just that, Vahn opened the door to the room with a friendly smile on his face as he said, “Greetings. It’s-”

Rising from her chair with a start, the Leader of One-Horn’s eyes were as round as saucers as she abruptly exclaimed, “You’re Vahn Aldrnari Mason, the Sage Dragon Emperor…!”

Though he was somewhat surprised by the lavender-haired girl’s reaction, Vahn maintained his friendly smile as he raised his hand and issued a curt, “That’s me.” in a jovial tone.

Exhibiting even more excitement, the Leader of One-Horn took a moment to grab what appeared to be a sketchbook and a pen before rushing over to Vahn with supernatural speed and asking, “Can I please, please, please have your autograph!?”

After quickly confirming there were no shenanigans afoot, Vahn accepted the sketchbook to find an almost photorealistic drawing of himself on the presented page. It, combined with the sparkles in the girl’s eyes, made it pretty clear he had himself a little fan.

“Here you go, Miss…?”

“Marianella Silverhoof! Please call me Merry…!”

Nodding his head, Vahn handed the signed sketchpad back to Merry as he replied, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Merry.”

Accepting the sketchpad, Merry issued a high-pitched squeal as she hugged it to her chest and did an amusing little jig that involved stamping her feet and spinning around in excitement.

After completing two full revolutions, Merry spontaneously stopped in place, a look of realization developing across her face as she tilted her head to the side and asked, “How are you here right now? I didn’t hear anything from Sala-oneechan…”

Closing her eyes, Merry tensed when she perceived that Sala and quite a few of her guards were missing. Her body immediately began to tremble, but, instead of exhibiting fear, there was a hint of excitement in her gaze as she opened her eyes, allowed the band of her white dress to slip from her left shoulder, and muttered, “Oh, no…what are you planning to do with me…?”

“…” x 3

While being sure to avoid Merry’s horn, an appendage rumored to be able to pierce through virtually anything, Vahn gave the 133cm tall girl a pat on the head as he remarked, “You have a bit of a…playful side to you, I see…”

Realizing that Vahn hadn’t invaded her office to **** and ***** her, Merry exhaled a long and exasperated sigh as she questioned, “Is it my height? Or maybe the size of my breasts…?”

Since the fabric of her pure white dress was thin enough to appear transparent in some places, Mery made a show of grabbing and pushing up her fairly large breasts. At the very least, they were very notable for a girl of her diminutive stature.

With upturned, ostensibly resolute purple eyes, Merry pushed her breasts together as she remarked, “I’m 308, you know…?”

Exhaling a soft chuckle, Vahn retracted his hand from Merry’s head as he assured her, “Relax. It’s not that I don’t find you charming. It’s just that I, or, more accurately, we came here in search of Draco Grief.”

Though the truth was that she had been ignoring them, Merry pretended to be surprised by the presence of Sis and Fenrir, her eyes widening as she covered her mouth and replied with a mock startled, “Oh! Where did you two pop out from!?”

Maintaining a deadpan expression, Fenrir remarked, “Bad girl…” while Sis just covered her mouth to suppress a squint-eyed giggle. Members of the Unicorn species were known to be a little vain, so she wasn’t surprised by Merry’s behavior. Instead, she found it rather amusing.

Hearing Fenrir’s remark, Merry furrowed her brows as she insisted, “I’m a Unicorn. Unicorns are among the purest and holiest creatures in the Little Garden. I can’t be a bad girl.”

Rolling her eyes, Fenrir managed to elicit a rather prominent blush from Merry as she corrected herself, appending, “Horny girl…”

With a face redder than a cherry tomato, Merry began to tremble as she held the hem of her dress and muttered, “You…”

Instead of refuting Fenrir’s words, Merry became a little teary-eyed as she stamped her foot and exclaimed, “So what if I’m perverted!? Don’t think you can judge me, you…you…stinky dog breath…!”

Raising her brows, Fenrir flatly remarked, “My breath isn’t stinky.” before crossing her arms and adding, “Master likes good and honest girls. If you want him to pamper you, you need to be-”

“Fenrir…”

Having just added a trio of Giantesses and quite a number of Valkyries to the list of girls he was having sex with, Vahn’s expression turned wry as he uttered his most trusted Companion’s name. Her ears drooped a little in response, but she kept her arms crossed as she engaged Merry in an impromptu staring contest.

Suppressing her growing urge to stab Fenrir with her horn, Merry decided to give the Vanargandr’s advice a try, stating, “Unicorns are nearly extinct, and we can’t stand being around members of our own species.”

Tearing her eyes away from Fenrir, Merry looked up at Vahn with a serious expression on her face as she added, “Every Unicorn is said to have a soul mate, a single person who they feel a connection. When I saw your battle against Amaterasu, my heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest. I couldn’t sleep for days, and my stomach feels all fluttery when I imagine all the things we might do together…”

Placing her hands on her stomach, Merry’s breathing became noticeably quickened as she swallowed hard and stated, “I want you to mess me up. I want you to defile the purity I have protected these last three-hundred years by ****** my ***** with your massive dragon ****.”

“…”

“Oh my…”

“I knew she was a pervert…”

Ignoring Sis and Fenrir, Merry’s face became progressively redder as she began to move her hands across her abdomen, panting, “Please…I want it so bad. ***** my insides and make me into your *******…”

Unable to ignore it any longer, Vahn scratched the back of his head as he asked, “What’s with the sudden gaps in your speech pattern? I know what you’re saying, but it’s a little uncanny…”

“Eeeeeeeeh…”

Before responding to Vahn’s words, Merry brought her left hand up to her breast, unabashedly pinching her faintly visible nipple as she said, “I said it before, didn’t I? Unicorns are among the purest and most holy creatures in the Little Garden. Even if I say ****, *****, and **** ** **** **** *** **** *** *** ** **** * **********, the Central Network will censor it.”

“…”

Though he realized he was dealing with a rather advanced pervert, a soft chuckle emanated from Vahn’s throat as he replied, “I see. I’m guessing it works similar to how the Law of Decency functions. Pretty neat.”

Since Vahn hadn’t said anything about her literally groping herself, Merry hiked up her dress and remarked, “I know, right? Check this out…”

Exhibiting an outrageous lack of shame, Merry promptly pulled down her pure white panties just enough to reveal their contents. The moment she did, Vahn, Sis, and Fenrir were practically blinded as a brilliant white light filled the room.

Seeing that Vahn and Sis were largely unaffected by her exposure, the ruddy complexion of Merry’s face became more prominent as she asked, “Can you see it…?”

Returning a smile, Vahn remarked, “It’s cute.” while Sis just covered her mouth to suppress another laugh. They didn’t know if it was a birthmark or something Merry had inscribed upon herself, but she had a tiny, pale purple heart tattooed above her groin. She was also completely shaven or, more likely, unable to grow hair.

“It grows…”

“Pardon…?”

Instead of elaborating, Merry pulled up her panties and let her dress fall back into place as she asked, “So, how about it? If you say no, I may have to spend the rest of my life alone. There’s even a chance someone will capture me, saw off my horn, drain my blood, and carve out my heart to use as materials. Don’t you think it would be suuuuuuper tragic if I didn’t get to experience love at least once before then…?”

Maintaining a smile, Vahn shook his head and remarked, “You really are a bad girl…well, maybe not bad…more like naughty…”

Adopting a smile of her own, Merry stated, “I’m usually not like this. It’s because you’re here. So long as it means you’ll *** **** **** **** **-”

Placing his hands on Merry’s shoulders, Vahn said, “Please stop doing that. It’s incredibly uncanny…”

Hanging her head and shoulders, Merry’s expression morphed into one of profound melancholy until Vahn suddenly picked her up by the pits of her arms and mused, “Don’t look so glum. It isn’t the reason I came here, but I never said we couldn’t have sex. You’re certainly cute enough, and your words have a scary amount of sincerity in them…”

Placing Merry on the edge of her desk, Vahn rolled up the abruptly silent girl’s dress before pulling it over her head and arms. A brilliant white light immediately filled the room, but he could still clearly make out the petite Unicorn’s flawless white mounts and her perky pink nipples.

As if her behavior from before was an illusion, Merry appeared meek and innocent as she silently observed Vahn’s actions. When he guided her to lay on her back, however, she willfully raised her hips and asserted, “*** ** ** ** *** **.”

“…”

Ignoring the sense of incongruency that came from his ability to translate even filtered speech, Vahn allowed his clothes to dissolve away as Sis and Fenrir moved closer to observe from his flanks. Merry frowned when she saw them, but the stain on her panties continued to expand until Vahn slid them off of her and gave the perverted Unicorn everything she asked for…

…

Sharing senses with his counterpart, a soft chuckle emanated from Vahn’s throat that prompted the frowny-faced Sala to inquire, “What’s so funny?” in a pouty tone. In response, Sandora adopted a frown of her own as she said, “Sala! Don’t be mean to Vahn…!”

Exhaling a huffy sigh, Sala averted her ruby-red eyes from Sandora and Vahn as she poutily grumbled, “It was just a question…”

Surprising the vermillion-haired beauty, Vahn nodded his head and said, “Sala’s right, Sandora. No need to be so testy. As for why I was laughing, well, let’s just say another version of myself has met the Leader of One-Horn…”

Understanding what Vahn was implying, an exasperated groan emanated from Sala’s throat as she remarked, “Of course you have…”

As Sala took a moment to massage her temples, Vahn explained things for Sandora’s benefit. When Sandora responded with a radiant smile and a suppressed giggle, Sala couldn’t help asking, “Why are you laughing? Your husband, the person responsible for your pregnant belly, is sleeping with another woman. I understand you’re trying to-”

“That’s enough, Sala. Please don’t make assumptions based on your lack of understanding. I am perfectly content with my current situation, and I take pride in knowing my husband is so…capable.”

Unable to suppress herself, another giggle emanated from Sandora’s throat when she saw Vahn wriggle his eyebrows.

Seeing the interplay between the two, Sala felt her exasperation growing as she hugged her body and muttered, “I don’t get it…”

Challenging Sala’s statement, Vahn stated, “If I didn’t seal your bloodline, you would have attacked me by now. Instead of fretting over nothing, you should be using this opportunity to lay bare everything that’s troubled you these past couple of years. Bottling everything up when there are people ready and willing to help you is just senseless…”

Nodding her head in approval, Sandora added, “Vahn’s right. I’m sure you had a good reason for fleeing to the North, but, truth be told, I don’t really care. I just want my sister back. Even if you return to the South, I’m happy so long as we can meet like this once or twice a year.”

“…”

Not sure how to respond to Sandora’s words, Sala slumped her head, her expression a mixture of shame and confusion. She immediately regretted her silence, however, as Sandora adopted a fairly mischievous smile and added, “You don’t have to worry about sharing my ‘burden’ by producing offspring with Vahn, you know? Not that I would mind, ufufufufu~.”

“Sandora…!”

Though her bronzed skin made it difficult to discern, a rather prominent blush spread through Sala’s cheeks when she heard Sandora’s words. It didn’t help that she had been considering that very scenario ever since Vahn first made his presence known. After all, she couldn’t just allow her species to go extinct…

…

(A/N: Alternate Titles: ‘Target Acquired’,’**** *** ***** ** *** *****’,’Sala is just asking to be bullied xD…’)

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