What Should I Do If I was Forced to Marry the Elf Queen

Just after pouring all the wine into my mouth, El Mesa quickly removed the quilt and used a pink tongue to draw a outline between my lips and teeth.

"tasty?"

Scratching the liquid on her red lips with the tip of her tongue, Elmesha moved away and looked at me playfully.

"Good drink....."

Recalling the excitement and fragrance just now, I answered almost subconsciously.

"This is an advance reward...Before I go back, please be patient, husband~"

El Mesa gave me a charming smile.

"Don't do anything anymore~"

Putting her finger on her lips, Elmesha blinked at me, then moved her body away, pulling her distance away.

Thinking back to what happened just now, feeling the remaining warmth on his lips.

I think.... If I don't live to the end of my life in this life... it must have died on El Mesa.

This annoying big goblin... is really impossible to abstinence!

It's too...too...indescribable...

If possible, I almost want to rub her on the table right now...just on this throne...

Of course, this is simply impossible.

Elmesa had already warned, so until I go back in the evening...I probably can't even eat a little tofu.

Although, if I insist, Elmesa will probably not refuse.

The consequences of disobedience are also conceivable. I think I'd better not challenge El Mesa's warning.

But is there anything more unbearable in the world than looking at a beauty who can only see and cannot eat?

In addition, there are constantly well-dressed guests coming forward to toast El Mesa.

I don’t want to eat and drink anymore and pay attention...

But the old bastard said well, thinking about lust for food and clothing.

I have not eaten enough now...how can I "think lust" at night?If you don't have enough energy in the middle, it will be over.

So... I left the council hall under the pretext of going to the bathroom, ready to find something to eat in the kitchen.

On the one hand, I avoid the sight of the crowd, so as not to show people jokes like eating and drinking.

On the other hand, I also temporarily isolate the temptation of El Mesa.

Because if she seduce me like that...I will be 100% unable to restrain...

37. Poor "Little Lolita"

Leave from the throne.

In order not to cause commotion among the crowd, I specifically chose a route with less crowds to leave.

But it turns out... The commotion is just my wishful thinking.

Although many people cheered to me and El Mesa just now, their focus has always been on El Mesa.

As for me.... To a large extent, it is just the light of my wife.

The elves don't care about me very much, and naturally they don't have a deep memory of my appearance.In addition, what I was wearing was just a very ordinary warlock robe, and when I was squeezed into the crowd, it was completely inconspicuous.

However, for me... this is a new experience.

Because if I appeared in the human world in the form of an elf in the past, almost 100% would cause quite a stir.

After all... the silver-haired and breast-poor elf "little Lolita" is enough to make some perverts so excited that they have nosebleeds.

But at this time I am on the Frost Mountain, so I don't have such worries at all.

Because the elves are really all handsome men and beautiful women...except for the elderly and children, all are without exception.

And my appearance in elf form is not so conspicuous.

Of course.... Most of them will still be regarded as girls...

But compared to experiencing in the human world, it is still much better.

Looking at the banquet hall, so many people with silver hair and sharp ears like me are walking back and forth.I have a faint sense of belonging in my heart...

After all, in other places on the continent, there won't be so many frost elves, so many people like me.

But in my heart, I was still very clear: what I imagined with them is actually only the appearance.

Regardless of the environment in which I grew up, my family, the education I received, or the way of thinking, I was completely far away from a real elf.

Even in half a year, I had difficulty talking to people in Elvish.

But... it's nothing.

I'm not exactly an elf, and I'm not exactly a human being... I'm not even totally part of this world.

Regarding this question, I thought about it a long time ago.

And I am not alone because of it.

Because whether as a human, an elves... or the offspring of a translator in another world, I can find coordinates that are important to me.

For example... El Mesa.

It's completely different from the fact that the guests turn a blind eye, but the attendants who are in charge of maintaining order have already known my face.Seeing me coming, he came up to salute diligently and asked what I needed.

After figuring out the location of the kitchen, I tactfully rejected the suggestion of the attendants to take me there. I left the gate of the banquet hall, walked through the bonfire and carnival crowd in the square, and went straight to the side kitchen.

It may be because the number of people to entertain completely exceeded expectations. The staff in the kitchen seemed very busy. Everyone looked in a hurry and ignored my time.

And I was happy and relaxed, following the signs on the door and walking around along the fragrance.Put the more tempting dishes into the basket that came easily... and then quietly took a large bottle of fruit wine in the wine cellar.I was ready to find a clean place to sit down and enjoy myself slowly.

Weirdly came to a room, a strong smell of meat wafted over her face.

Judging from the sauce jars placed by the wall and the giant skeletons stacked everywhere...it seems to be the place where dragon meat is processed.

Seeing that there was no one everywhere, I put down my basket and prepared to feast on this deserted land.

But at this moment, I suddenly saw the dragon's skeleton piled up against a petite girl.

The girl looks at most eleven or twelve years old... or even younger.She was wearing a chef's uniform that was too wide to fit, and a rough round paper roll was sandwiched between her fingertips, constantly emitting smoke.

Judging from the long green hair exposed under the chef's hat, it seems to be a child of the Mori clan.

Why is this kid in the kitchen?

It's really strange..... From what I have just observed all the way, most of the kitchen staff are male elves, and they are basically the burly ones.There are only a few who are in charge of the dishes and the pastry chefs are female elves.After all, this kind of smoky work still requires a certain amount of physical strength. It is not surprising that it is all men, let alone dealing with dragon meat.

But this little loli is wearing a chef’s uniform, which is so strange...

Could it be that she is the master in charge of dealing with dragon meat?

No...I think it's impossible... I think she has a physique, not to mention cutting meat from a dragon. I'm afraid it would be difficult to even raise a kitchen knife, right?

It's really confusing...

Could it be that some playful kid sneaked in?Just like me... I don't know if her parents are worried.

Forget it...If that's the case, I'll be a good person to the end, first send the little girl to her parents, and then eat.

Thinking of this, I got up and walked towards the keel pile, and said softly:

"Little girl, why are you here alone?"

"clam?"

However, what I did not expect at all was that Little Lolita made a very impatient voice that was similar to that of a small bastard.

She stuffed the paper roll into her mouth, took a sharp breath, and exhaled muddy smoke.Then he frowned and looked at me:

"Idiot, who do you call the little girl?"

But... after seeing my face clearly, little Lolita immediately widened her eyes, showing a ghost-like expression, and stood up from the ground in a reflexive manner.

"Women.... Women's clothing pervert?! How...how could it be you?!"

With that, she stepped back and squeezed the pile of keels behind her.

And I was also embarrassed.

What?

How can this little girl see that I am wearing women's clothing?Anyway, these eyes are too sharp, right?!

Wait, wait... Wait!

I obviously didn't wear women's clothing today?How did she tell that I used to wear women's clothing?

This makes no sense at all, okay?!

too weird!

Thinking of this, I once again looked in the direction of Little Lori.

This finally realized it.

Oh... It turned out to be Mirko, which shocked me.

I thought anyone could tell at a glance that I used to wear women's clothing...whoop, it scared me to death.

But then again.This kid hasn't changed back yet?

So, isn't she a loli for more than half a year?

Thinking of this, I suddenly felt a little dull.A little boringly waved to the elder Broken Throat:

"Yo...Milko, long time no see."

"Lin Dengtu...I...I...I warn you not to come over! Ben...Elder Ben will never fall into your treacherous tricks like last time!"

Mirko picked up a keel casually and waved at me nervously.

However, with her petite figure and sharp childlike voice, there is no deterrent.

It's even a bit funny.

"Okay, okay... I don't have time to mess around with you, what should I do, you."

After a dull yawn, I turned and returned to the distance, ready to pick up the basket on the ground again.

But this action shocked Loli on the opposite side.

"Let it go... Let it go! I warned! Don't be foolish! Oops—"

Then there was a jingle.

I looked back.

It turned out that Mirko accidentally smashed the bone pile and buried himself in it.

38. Bullying little Lolita (monthly ticket plus more)

"Ah... let me out... let me out!"

I saw that Mirko's petite body was pressed between a few thick keels, unable to move at all, and the large chef's robe was also cut a few pieces.

Because she couldn't lift the keel on her body, she had to push her exposed calf desperately, but it was completely useless.

Hey.... Why is this broken throat?

Now that they have all become loli, then rest assured and do something Loli should do.What are you doing in a smoky place like the kitchen?

Thinking of this, I stepped forward, ready to remove the keel from the body for Mirko.

But as soon as I approached, little Lolita immediately yelled:

"You damn women's pervert! Get out of me! Get out! Get away from me!"

Hey.... Master, I kindly wanted to help you, but you still call me a pervert?