Local Netizen Elf’s Life In Another World

Case 227: Once more, inside a dream.

''Phew...''

Look at the ceiling, look at the window, look at my wife's pretty face, and then close my eyes. 

Um. I'm still in reality.

''...Can you repeat it, Elysia?'' 

Drops of sweat run down my back as I cautiously ask my daughter, who has her face flushed like she is about to hide anytime. It could be my elf ears malfunctioning after being sucked and bit numerous times. Who knows?

Taking a deep breath, Elysia opens her mouth again.

''...I said I wanted something to masturbate to.''

''...''

Fuck.

It seems I might have a problem here.

''Do I usually give you these kinds of materials?'' I ask further.

''Yes.''

Why?? I mean, do parents always give their children erotic books for them to masturbate? I don't think so.

As I am about to overclock my brain to resolve this earth-shaking mystery, Emy suddenly taps my shoulder.

''What's wrong?''

''Give her something.'' She says. ''This is normal.''

''...How so?''

Then, Emy begins to lecture me about the matter. Apparently, this practice is quite normal for futanaris in particular. Because these girls develop sexually much earlier and much more intense than normal children, their parents would, in turn, educate them about sex sooner than usual and teach them the methods to calm their lust, which is masturbation as well.

Now that I've heard it... It does make sense, actually. Elysia is the older twin of the two, so she is naturally the one holding the PP gene. I guess me of the future did her job well.

Fine, fine.

Leaving out a small sigh, I gently stroke my daughter's adorable head.

''What would you like to see?'' I ask. ''Do you want a book? A tape? Do you prefer 3D or 2D?''

''I-I want 2D... Not a film...''

So doujins? Got it. They're indeed more plentiful and diverse than normal hentai, yes.

''What genre?''

''...Futanari.''

Uh-huh. Easy to insert herself in. Good.

''And?''

''It would be nice... If there were multiple females included...''

Oh? Do I see my daughter creating a harem in the future? Hell yeah!

''Good.'' I nod in satisfaction. ''Thanks for being honest with me. I'll print some of them right away.''

''Thank you...''

In the end, I choose around five of the most popular ones according to the tags Elysia provides and hand them to her. My daughter then shyly exits the room, urging us not to follow or monitor her. 

She's so cute.

Nevertheless, now that her problem has been solved, I think we need to move on.

''Emy.''

''Mhm?''

''I might have found this world's origin.'' I say with a serious face. ''It's fake. The same as the trial we did a while ago.''

After probing around this area for a while, I found out that beyond this plain and the forest lying on it, the terrain keeps repeating itself. It's like one of those rare Minecraft seeds with repeating strongholds, abandoned mines, or other structures.

I suppose this dream technology is not quite perfect just yet, seeing as it fails to create a truly 'real' world. 

Hearing my explanation, Emy nods calmly.

''I see. Do we get out?''

''Of course. I need to reunite with the others as well.''

''Okay. I'll help.''

''Thanks.''

As expected of my lovely wife~! It's honestly quite reassuring to have someone like her beside me... Fufu.

Gazing into Emy's brilliant golden eyes that shine brighter than the stars themselves, I can't help but admire the way she looks at me, so full of emotions. 

Impressive, almost.

''Well? How about tonight?''

I curl the corner of my mouth up as I pull the collar of my shirt down, revealing an unfathomably deep cleavage, one that no one has been able to resist before.

''Oh.''

In an instant, Emy plunges in like a hungry beast, taking a light bite on my neck. In response, I hug her body closer to me, feeling a rush of the warm bodily temperature coming from her.

It's very real.

''Even though I'm already pregnant... Are you still keen to?'' I whisper.

''Of course.'' She replies.

Truly Emy-like. I love it.

In the blink of an eye, it has been a few weeks. 

Time passes by so fast without me realizing it. Maybe because the days are quite fun. The more I spend time with my family, the more I notice an unquenchable desire within me to stay and remain like this forever. Yet, deep in my mind, every time I remember their faces, I am more motivated than ever to escape this cage.

Unlike the last trial, however, we don't know the method to get us out. There is no goal to be achieved, no enemy to defeat, and no end I can see. Sometimes, it feels quite hopeless.

Now, I know I am an optimistic girl. After all, I still had the energy to watch anime while lying on my deathbed. So this is still fine for now.

''Woah...! That's so big!''

''Right?''

''You're amazing, sister!''

''Heheh...''

Quietly watching my two daughters building an ice castle on the breezy plain, I take a bite of the orange macaron and lean on Emy's body. Today, we're having a picnic.

After devouring the godly sandwiches that Emy made, Elysia and Stella still have the energy to play, so there they are. I'm old now, so I prefer relaxing like this.

Feeling Emy's gentle hand consoling my body, I quickly surrender to her touch and cling entirely to her arm.

''...Hey.''

''Mhm?''

The afternoon breeze softly runs through my hair and clothes, providing an infinitely soothing feeling as I gaze into the distant blue sky.

''Do you think it's selfish?'' I ask. ''Am I being selfish for wanting to remain here?''

After a brief pause, Emy nods.

''Maybe.'' She says. ''But you can be selfish.''

''Why?''

''Because I allow you to.''

''Pfft- Hahah... What's with the sudden narcissistic remark?''

Instead of an answer, this time, Emy directly presses her lips onto mine.

''I love you.'' She whispers.

''Mhm.''

''Hm...''

Okay, let's try it.

Throwing a grape into my mouth, I am immediately stunned, receiving a burst of sweet flavor spreading on my tongue. This is the first time I harvest the grapes outside, and they're amazingly fresh.

Holy hell.

Let's share with the others as well~!

Upon reaching the living room, a rather cute scene greets me.

''Oh, my.''

On the sofa, my daughters are peacefully sleeping, each taking a side of my wife's lap as their pillow. In the center, said wife is also fast-asleep, hands on her daughters' backs as if to reassure them.

Giggling, I quickly throw a quilt onto them and sit across the table. After watching them for a while, I start to become a bit drowsy, yet there is no spot beside my dear Emy, unfortunately.

So, while munching on the delicious grapes, I pull out my Desert Eagle and begin to clean it, wiping every nook and cranny of the gun...

''...''

For a brief moment, my thoughts differ. Darting between the gun and my family, I narrow my eyes.

Should I...