Game World: I Can Share Talents

Chapter 399 - 27: No More Playing With the Boys (Part 2)

’What a wonderful sight.’

"No, your technique is excellent. Keep going."

"Yes, my lord."

Mephit served the Monarch according to her own desires. From behind, she pressed her hands against Westheid’s chest and gently blew into his ear.

"HAAAH... HAAAH... HAAAH..."

Westheid felt an incredible, tingling sensation as the maiden’s sweet breath, warm and moist, washed over him.

’She’s good. Very good.’

"Hss—who taught you this?"

"The Elves in the Royal Court. When they heard I was assigned to serve you personally, they taught me these techniques."

Mephit smiled and said,

"My reward is to put in a good word for them with you. When it comes to such clever and intimate techniques, they are far more knowledgeable. Still, it’s wonderful that Your Majesty enjoys it. They’re ready for an introduction whenever you wish. Would you like to meet them?"

Westheid nodded. "If they hold important enough positions, then yes."

The Elf Noble Ladies had been so enthusiastic about building this healing spring not just for rest and recovery; they had ulterior motives. Surrounded by layers of Barriers and secluded paths, it was the perfect place for a large-scale... ’collaborative development’ session.

Westheid was still in the foundational stage of his plans and needed to maintain this honeymoon period with the Elf Noble Ladies he was trying to win over.

’Well, there’s no helping it. I’ll just have to trouble myself, Duke Qinghui. The more work, the greater the reward, after all.’

"SPLASH—"

Just as Westheid was pondering how to arrange these ’study sessions,’ an elegant silhouette entered the pool from the misty shore and swam slowly to his side.

She had a delicate face as beautiful as a Fairy’s, and her platinum-blonde, shoulder-length hair was partially submerged in the water.

Yolanda pressed herself against Westheid quite naturally. Upon seeing Mephit’s actions, her dark violet eyes narrowed. Without a word, she crushed her lips against his. Only after a long, demanding kiss did she finally pull away, clearly wanting more.

"What was that all about? Are you jealous?"

Westheid smiled, looking at the platinum-haired maiden’s infatuated gaze.

"Jealous? What are you talking about? As if!"

Yolanda’s voice was theatrically high-pitched, but her bravado quickly faltered as she turned her head away and muttered,

"I don’t know why, but... I feel like you’ve become much more handsome lately, Brother. Is it just my imagination?"

"Well... it’s not exactly your imagination."

After Westheid refined the [Thousand Law Notes], he had imbued his Charm with a trait of Divinity. As a result, his [Flawless Face] evolved under its influence.

[Divine Face]

[A metamorphosis of the Qinghui Bloodline’s Talent, enhanced by Divinity. It grants the authority to master the hearts of others.]

[It blends pure beauty with base desire, bewitches the mind, and seizes the soul... Beauty is harmony, it is Prominence, it is transcendence. Mortals who chase this path are like moths to a flame, relentless until death.]

[Especially effective against members of the opposite sex with high Charm.]

’It’s complicated... so complicated.’ Westheid didn’t know what to make of this Divinity trait. As a buff that could be considered the pinnacle of the art of seduction, [Divine Face] was undeniably powerful.

But it was a different kind of power than Westheid had envisioned. He wanted something that would let him exude an aura of absolute dominance with every gesture, something that could effortlessly subdue mortals and make them bow in submission on the spot, allowing him to ruthlessly poach the best talent from other kingdoms.

This had always been Westheid’s strategy, and it had yielded excellent results.

But after actually experiencing it, Westheid discovered this Divinity trait... wasn’t exactly what you’d call ’proper.’

True, it had taken Westheid’s Charm to the next level, but it was far from a fundamental transformation. Based on the Duke’s experiments, at least, the male Qinghui Guard under his command and the male Elves of the Royal Court were largely unaffected. Their admiration stemmed more from respect for Duke Qinghui’s immense power and outstanding achievements.

In stark contrast, however, the way the delicate and graceful Elf Noble Ladies and the valiant, imposing Female Knights looked at Westheid was completely different.

’And it’s not just normal admiration, either. It’s outright adoration and obsession, to the point where it affects their reason and twists their will. I used to joke about having a hypnosis app, but now it feels like I actually do.’

’If it were born of pure reverence, I could almost accept it. But this Talent is based entirely on lust. Isn’t that a bit too... degenerate? What kind of Divinity works like this? Is this something you could show your family?!’

’Anyone who didn’t know better would think I’m the protagonist of an eroge!’

’I’m so mad I’m shaking! Why does everyone keep slandering my character? Calling me a freeloader, a Succubus?! It’s all because of these ridiculous Talents and traits...’

’What’s that? I’m the one who created this trait? Oh. Never mind then.’

If Westheid had to blame someone, he could only blame his own unrefined skills and unstable state of mind. But no matter. Even with so many restrictions, it was still a step in the right direction. He had successfully used the [Thousand Law Notes] to sublimate one of his original Talents. That alone was gratifying progress.

After soaking in the pool with Mephit and Yolanda for a while longer, Westheid finally stood up, wrapped a robe around himself, and stepped out. In this healing hot spring retreat, which resembled a luxury resort, there were other guests.

There were Elf Maidens submerged in the water with only their delicate faces peeking out; noblewomen sitting by the pools, barely covering their charming and voluptuous figures with snow-white towels; a beautiful and dignified Elf Knight, fresh from her bath, wearing only a sleeveless, high-collared white shirt, her fair, smooth thighs pressed tightly together; and a sexy, noble Royal Court Mage who exuded a lazy, languid beauty...

And when they spotted the only man in the entire hot spring retreat, their eyes all lit up as they crowded around him.

"Duke Qinghui! Duke Qinghui..."

"How are your injuries healing?"

"Are you free anytime soon? I have some questions about Combat Techniques I’d like to consult you on."

"..."

While showering him with concern, they didn’t forget to take the opportunity to grope him relentlessly. Whether their demeanor was cool and aloof, pure and innocent, or seductive and charming, they were all doing the exact same thing.

Westheid responded to each of their greetings. In his eyes, these endlessly captivating Elves corresponded one-to-one with various official posts.

One was a squad leader of the Stringed Swordsmen, another was a core member of a Mage team, another a Royal Court accountant, a Civil Servant, and others held key positions like Chief Maid and Guard Officer.

’A host of ethereal beauties, as numerous as the stars!’

This gave a clear glimpse of just how female-dominated the Elf Royal Family was. Among the high-ranking figures in the Royal Court, at most twenty to thirty percent were male Elves. And even those few were generally unwilling to hold positions within the Royal Court, preferring to serve under Eilvette as Military Officers and Execution Officers in the various legions.

Seeing this, Westheid was suddenly struck by a bold idea.

’Since things are already like this,’ he thought, ’why not take the replacements to an even greater extreme...?’

’My Charm Attribute is only significantly effective against members of the opposite sex who also have high Charm. The restriction is quite severe; it can’t exactly treat all sentient beings as equals.’

’But, if I look at it from another angle, as long as I ensure all the targets I need to charm *are* high-Charm members of the opposite sex... wouldn’t that give me a one-hundred-percent success rate?’

’This really is turning into a ’no boys allowed’ game.’

A noble and beautiful Elf Mage pressed herself against Westheid’s chest. She wore only a light, translucent, form-fitting shirt, her astonishingly full and fair bust threatening to burst through the fabric. She proposed,

"Duke Qinghui, why don’t you stay here? I just ’checked’ on your injuries, and it seems there are still some lingering issues. You should stay and let all of us help you heal. You have nothing urgent to attend to today, do you?"

Westheid: "..."

’This was the one whose hands had been the naughtiest. The others had just touched his abs, chest, arms, and cheeks. She, on the other hand, had gone straight for... well, it’s better left unsaid.’

The moment the Elf Mage finished speaking, a chorus of agreement erupted.

"Ladies, please let him go."

Just as the scene was about to evolve into a highly anticipated, blood-pumping "healing session," Yolanda made her Hero’s entrance, shattering the other women’s dreams of a debauched party with a single sentence.

She walked up to Westheid and said coolly,

"I’m sorry to spoil your fun, Brother, but the Wind Law Queen is here."