Chapter 42: Special Breeding Training in the Castle IV

“We’ll continue from yesterday. Karen closes her eyes to feel the spirit. Darling, keep yours open to catch the spirit’s form.”

“The spirit’s form?”

“Every spirit has a core, its power source. It’s tough at first, but once you see it, you get used to the sensation, and you can see your spirit too.”

“Like learning to ride a bicycle?”

“Bicycle?”

Isti reacts as if the word is unfamiliar.

“It’s not here? It’s a two-wheeled ride. Once you get the hang of it, it’s easy.”

“Never seen one.”

Maybe it’s a rare luxury here.

Bicycles only became common recently in modern history, so in this medieval-like otherworld, they’re likely scarce. But it’s hard to peg this world as strictly medieval. The resources they value, like collecting demon souls, are entirely different. Their mindset isn’t barbaric either. If something were truly off, this would be a goddess-sanctioned, top-tier chaotic world, right? Learning spirit arts in a cozy environment feels blissful. I could endure boredom for a while. Until three hours pass.

***

The sky is blue. 

The sea breeze is cool. 

Standing with Isti and Karen, doing nothing but staring, is getting tedious. 

Isti, reading my face, gives a gentle smile.

“Decal, are you struggling?”

“Just bored.”

“Keep at it. Look at Karen. She’s been focused for a while.”

Karen’s serene expression suggests she doesn’t even hear us. I wonder if she’s asleep standing up. So peaceful.

***

Isti yawns softly, clearly not the only one feeling bored. 

Her unguarded, natural look…

“Ah…”

Our eyes meet, and she blushes, embarrassed.

“Darling, focus on the spirit, not me.”

“Isti, are you sleep-deprived?”

“A bit.”

She likely stayed up late helping Bella with cooking practice. The dull training makes her yawn—a rare sight.

“I felt it!”

Karen opens her eyes.

“It’s next to Isti, right? Wow, incredible. To think a spirit was beside me all this time, and I didn’t know.”

Karen’s awe mirrors my own. Isti’s greatness shines in moments like this.

“Well done, Karen.”

Isti praises her, and Karen twists shyly. I clap to lift the mood.

“Karen’s leveled up. Lunch time?”

“Absolutely!”

Karen lights up at the mention of food.

“I’ll eat lightly. Too much, and I’ll doze off.”

Isti seems sleepy. With this weather, I get it. Maybe we should skip training for a nap?

“Bella, Isti wants something light.”

In the kitchen, Bella’s transformed, cooking in a neat chef’s outfit instead of a dress, her long hair tied back meticulously.

“Got it! Master, leave it to me and sit.”

Immersed in her role, Bella’s modest attire and exposed nape as she cooks feel refreshingly new. Best not disturb her. I sit quietly.

“Didn’t know Bella was so passionate about cooking.”

“She doesn’t want to disappoint you, Darling. Leira’s fiery like that.”

Fiery. I get it. Beleira’s emotions burn like her symbolic flame—sometimes overwhelming, but when focused, it’s remarkable drive. Today, I see her true self.

“Done.”

The food arrives as ordered. It’s good—tastier than breakfast, with the seasoning just right.

“Getting better, Bella. Delicious.”

“Hmph. Obviously. Glad Master enjoyed it. How’s it for the others?”

“Yummy!”

Karen’s repetitive praise somehow carries a different nuance each time.

“Decent.”

Isti’s reserved but keeps eating. If Bella’s skills keep improving, maybe she could be the permanent chef for Salic’s castle instead of a temp? A hope I couldn’t have imagined on day one glimmers on these plates.

After lunch, training resumes outdoors. The task stays the same: stare intensely, focusing on minute changes to spot the spirit’s core.

“I see it.”

Karen says, startled.

What? She’s surprised me?

“That blue thing floating…”

I look where Karen points, but see nothing. Isti looks surprised too.

“Exactly. Learning this fast is impressive.”

“I beat Big Bro!”

“Hmm?”

What’s floating? I stare hard but see nothing. 

It seems like Karen’s overtaken me…

“Darling, step it up.”

Reflecting, I realize something shocking.

“Isti, Karen, this training’s unfair to me.”

“Hehe, Big Bro, excuses are lame.”

“Darling…”

“No, seriously! With you two in front of me, how can I focus?”

No man could focus on an invisible spirit with Isti standing there. 

Isti, catching my drift, bursts into a soft laugh, “Darling, you do stare at me a lot. It’s spirit training, remember?”

“Can’t help it.”

“Big Bro, you kept stealing glances at my b00bs too. Is it that hard for guys to look away?”

“You wouldn’t get it.”

W0men just don’t understand.

Only a man could understand.

Isti’s thighs, Karen’s b00bs… I can’t help but stare when bored. Without them, I’d go mad.

“Even if Darling says that… the Spirit Core can’t stray far from the Spirit Mage. Even if Karen’s away, I must stay with Darling.”

“You’re sidelining me?! That’s a bit hurtful…”

“Your lewd b00bs are the problem. They distract me.”

“N-No, it’s not on purpose! Geez!”

Karen covers her b00bs with both arms, protesting.

“There’s a solution. Both stand where the Spirit resides.”

“Me and Karen?”

“…Big Bro. That won’t make it visible.”

“It’s worth a shot. Harness a man’s instincts for training.”

“Then…” Isti signals Karen with a glance.

Karen steps closer, pressing against Isti.

Wow! Together, it’s stunning.

“Like this?”

“Karen, your b00bs are touching.”

“Sorry! Can’t help it when we’re close…”

“…I hate to admit it, but I see why Darling likes them. So soft.”

“D-Don’t say that! It’s embarrassing!”

Isti and Karen, squeezed on a narrow platform, mingle their b0dies to make space.

I’m shamelessly hard.

“Darling, how’s it now?”

“Big Bro, you’re not lying, right?”

“Draw more attention! Karen, ditch the cape! Isti, hike up the skirt.”

“…S-Strip? Outside?”

“No one’s here. It’s fine!”

Karen glances around, reluctantly shedding her cape, revealing her armpits and shoulders.

“Will this perverted act help…?”

Isti, skeptical, lifts her skirt. Blue wave-pattern panties peek out.

Incredible! 

A breathtaking sight. Wish I could snap a photo.

“Karen, emphasize your b00bs with your arms.”

“Big Bro, your demands are escalating…”

“Hurry! Wait, what’s that thing blocking view? That blue glow by Isti’s h!p.”

“This…?”

“Move it. I can’t see.”

“Darling, that’s the Spirit Core.”

“…”

Got it.

Karen looks dumbfounded.

“…Wow. This actually works…”

“…”

“Isti, see? To teach a man <Spatial Leap>, do this. It’ll be passed down forever.”

My name might grace a book: With a Charming Elf, You Can Master Wind Spirit Arts.

“This lewd training method… I can’t share with other elves…”

Karen bursts into laughter.

“Big Bro’s a genius at naughty thoughts.”

“Next lesson?”

“It’s my Spirit. Back to basics—feel both Spirits.”

“…”

I bored to death.

Karen starts immediately, but I can’t.

My c0ck, hard from the sight, won’t calm down.

I close my eyes, try other thoughts, hum the anthem—useless.

“Yawn.” Isti yawns sleepily.

“Isti, you don’t need to watch this stage, right?”

“Yeah.”

“How about a quick nap?”

“…Maybe?”

Isti, unguarded, takes the bait.

“I’ll wake you when we sense the Spirits. Sleep well.”

“Got it.”

Watching Isti’s buns as she leaves, I suppress my pounding heart.

I know I should focus on training, but bringing them to the Eight-Colored Clam Castle wasn’t just for that.

When Isti’s asleep, I’ll pounce.

I close my eyes, plotting for ten minutes how to take her.

“Karen, I’m hitting the bathroom. Keep training.”

“Okay, Big Bro.”

Leaving diligent Karen, I slink down the hall like a thief, feeling suspicious vibes radiating from me.

Where’s Isti sleeping?

Checking the map, she’s in the room we shared for two days.

“I’ll be quick, Isti.”

I open the door quietly.

Exhausted, Isti’s sprawled asleep on the plush bed.

A defenseless sight, sharing this space.

Her perky buns excites me.

I stifle swallowing, tense she might wake from my breath.

Not that getting caught matters, but why am I doing this? For the excitement, of course!

With a boyish thrill, I climb onto the bed.

I drop my pants, pull out my rock-hard c0ck, and place a hand on Isti’s buns.

Gently, so she doesn’t wake…

Even a light touch conveys her buns’s softness and bounce.

Adding pressure, I part her buns, sliding her pant!es aside.

Her snatch peeks out, barely visible…

Press.

More force, spreading her buns wider.

Pink membranes appear, revealing Isti’s honey hole.

It looks wet.

I place a saliva-coated finger, slowly inserting it.

Push…

Two knuckles in, her canal tightens around my finger.

Then, it relaxes.

“…”

Watching this, I withdraw my finger and position myself.

Straddling Isti, I align my c0ck with her honey hole.

Careful not to wake her, I ease the tip in.

Push.

Intense pressure.

Not fully ready, I push too hard, slipping and rubbing her canal with my c0ck.

“…”

No reaction from Isti.

Calm down. 

Align again, slowly…

Push, push.

“…”

Then, Isti slightly lifts her buns.

The force slides my c0ck deep inside, smooth as silk.

Did… Isti just lift her rear to help me enter?

“You’re awake?”

“Thought I was asleep?”

Isti counters.

“So you pretended to sleep, knowing I’d come?”

“…I’m asleep, so I wouldn’t know.”

Isti plays coy…so cute!