Dungeon Overlord: Monster Girl Harem!

The atmosphere became a little awkward for Leonhardt, who realised what she meant. He asked her quietly how he could transfer it to Sylvie. There was a sexual way or through an actual operation cutting her open. This limit was because she wasn't a monster—a natural monster could fuse its core with little to no issues.

But Sylvie needed to accept and assimilate with the core and endure the pain.

"How would you like to do it, Sylvie?"

[Wow, you're going to ask her?]

Ifrit's sarcastic voice was only because of her jealousy, Leonhardt now understood her mood swings and when he could ignore her. So he did. But what surprised him was the small elf sitting on his lap grasped his fingers and with her glossy lips answered him.

"I want you to do it."

"Do what?"

"...."

The elf's face turned red from her neck to the tip of her pointed ears.

"Woah! I've never seen Sylvie so embarrassed before." Asuka's eyes narrowed as she touched her chin, clearly trying to remember something while chewing her lips and then slapped her palm. "Ah! That time she wet herself—Ack!"

An icicle shot through Asuka's hair, tearing a hole.

The misty vapours drifted from Sylvie's palm.

It seemed there might have been an embarrassing camp story between the trio. Leonhardt decided he would ask Asuka or see Erina and find out both of their embarrassing actions to use them for his benefit later on.

'One can never have too many trump cards.'

"Shut up, Hussy Lizard."

Sylvie cussed at Asuka, who looked stunned by her friend's sudden aggression. But she couldn't answer back because more and more icicles shot towards her like homing darts, forcing the dragonoid to escape from the throne room with her tail between her legs.

Leon leaned close to Sylvie's ears and whispered in a deep voice.

"Should I charge you for marking my walls with holes, little elf?"

"Ah?!"

The cute elf blushed, her neck bright red as the ice in her palms shattered.

"Leon..."

Suddenly, a squeak left her lips in the quiet throne room.

Ifrit seemed to notice something and vanished with a small puff of smoke.

"What's wrong?"

Sylvie looked at him with teary eyes.

"I can do it..."

"Do what?"

She looked like an apologetic maiden, and Leonhardt had to fight his instincts to keep himself from gobbling up the little rabbit on his lap, but the next moment, he froze, shocked by her action.

Sylvie placed her hand on his crotch, her delicate hands rubbing it softly.

"Become useful to you."

Her words were so innocent yet so erotic that Leonhardt couldn't take his eyes away from her adorable face. He could feel his pants becoming tighter as she rubbed it.

There was no man, monster or otherwise, that could ignore this kind of seduction. Soon enough, the feeling of his member became more prominent as Sylvie blushed, her small hand struggling to grip it through his pants.

"I can see that..."

She rubbed her thighs together as she tried to move closer to him, trying to kiss him on the lips, but the elf was too short.

No, it was because Leonhardt stopped her from rushing.

He could feel her heart racing through her touch and hear it thudding as she looked up at him with trembling blue eyes.

"Sylvie."

"Eh?"

Leonhardt's voice distracted her as she noticed his gaze, a hungry, beast-like glare. She trembled when noticing his aura growing.

"Don't rush, we can take it slow, this is a once in a lifetime event."

Thanks to his human knowledge and dealing with Asuka in the past few weeks, he learned a lot about how women and some human men treated these things. It was a special moment and something that happened once in their lifetime.

Thus, he scooped her up in his arms, carrying her on his right arm like a doll. Despite being taller than Ifrit's true form, she was light because of her elven diet and genes.

"Let me take you to the bedroom, Sylvie."

"Nn..."

Although his heart didn't belong to these women, there wasn't any denial that he lusted for them, be it Asuka's seductive dragonoid form. Or Sylvie's shy devotion that gained his acceptance.

'The first time I felt her attractive was the moment she massacred that wolf pack.'

Even now, he struggled to find human women alluring because of the scent that made him feel repulsed.

However, over the month together with them...

He began to corrupt them, and that foul scent and feeling of rejection faded.

"Did you have anything particular you want to try, or do?"

Leonhardt lacked knowledge about elves because most of his information was about humans and their general information. Though he understood them to a certain degree, he realised with Asuka that each woman and race could have strange kinks that other races would find disgusting or weird.

'Well some humans would probably find the scales on Asuka disgusting... but I like them.'

"..."

Sylvie buried her face in his chest.

"If it's Leonhardt... Anything is okay."

Her muffled voice came out from between his chest and her face, but he knew that wasn't true. After so long together, he noticed the times she became most excited while watching him and Asuka.

The moment he stepped into his room, his lips curled into a smirk as he sat her on the edge of his bed and knelt on one knee in front of her.

"Eh?"

She looked at him, confused.

"Sylvie, what do you want me to do first?"

He caressed her face with the back of his hand gently, like stroking a scared kitten. Her eyes trembled as her face flushed red. Leon could see her lips moving slightly, a slightly wet sound repeated each time they stuck together.

To help her, his spare hand slipped along her thigh, squeezing the soft meat, dragging her dress higher and higher until it was at her hip.

She gasped softly, her voice trembling.

"I want you to kiss it..."

"Only kiss it?"

His lips pressed against the soft skin of her inner thighs as Sylvie's body shuddered. Her small mouth opened wide, with a cute groan, and Leonhardt moved closer, kissing up to her crotch.

But it wasn't what he was looking for.

"Where is this it you're talking about? and what kind of kiss?"

"!!!"

Sylvie hid her face with both hands as she parted her legs to reveal her soft blue pubes at the top of her exposed pink slit, and the lack of underwear caught Leonhardt by surprise.

A soft pink labia, slightly darker as blood rushed to her lips. The inner petals were glistening and wet, and the soft scent of lavender entered Leonhardt's nose from her arousal.

"Do you want me to kiss it like... this?"

His lips touched the tip of her covered pearl. The soft nub was still hidden under its hood, twitching, but Sylvie moaned in a low grunt.

"Or like this?"

The moment his tongue parted her lips, he could feel her sweet flavour enter his mouth, a hot tingling that numbed and stimulated his taste buds at once.

Her moans became more raspy as her nose snorted, and her mana flowed into her crotch, giving it a sweet, minty scent.

"Or should I try this way?!"

Sylvie's moans turned into a lustful cry the next moment—she grasped his hair and finally spoke.

"I like this!"