Manga (Part One) (Patreon)

A few days before Operation "Mr. Misty".

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It was so tiresome for me to spend all day wandering around the Eternal, laying out bookmarks in the form of mirrors filled with Dream shards. But particular eared tyrant was adamant. Tia had initially suggested postponing the operation to infiltrate the Library under the codename "Misty" for a few years to at least "minimally" prepare! But in the end, she gave up. But, in retaliation, I am sure of it. She made me run around the capital of the Empire all day long, preparing escape routes and distracting pursuit. That she would, Dark Druid, my clairvoyance told me, had no doubt whatsoever. It's a shame, you know! Honestly, when had any of my plans ever gone wrong? Okay, let's chalk it up to the fact that she doesn't know me very well yet. When she gets to know Kostya better, things will get better.

Comforted by these thoughts, I proceeded to install another mirror in the basement of a building relatively close to the main entrance to the Eternal Library. The building housed a store that belonged to a medium-sized guild that sold alchemical goods. The basement was a warehouse. There was nothing of value to me, just bundles of dried herbs, boxes of tubers, bags of seeds, and a few racks of flasks, stills, retorts, and cauldrons of various sizes. All this might have been useful to me from my days in the distant forests of the Wildlands when I could have been chased by two or three goblins with sharpened sticks. Now I have essences in the Vessel that are worth more than the entire contents of this warehouse and the building above it.

After fixing a fragment of the mirror under one of the shelves, which was barely visible in the lilac haze, I was about to leave when my well-developed sense of intuition alerted me. In the next moment, I was under the ceiling, above one of the beams, ready for any trouble. Nothing happened for a few long moments. My gut didn't tell me much either, except a vague unease. Then a key clicked in the keyhole, and the door to the small storeroom creaked, and two men dressed as junior guild staff entered, dragging a wooden box by its handles. They cautiously made their way between the racks of merchandise and, bellowing softly, made their way toward the cellar exit. Two very ordinary men, not even level ten or first class. Nothing ordinary. Except for one BUT. A little BUT.

Ten seconds ago, that door leading to the small back room simply wasn't there. PHYSICALLY not there. I couldn't feel it with the Shadow Sphere, and my clairvoyance couldn't sense it. The two men had almost reached the exit when the door disappeared again. It was just gone. There was a blank wall in its place. There was nothing behind it. Nothing at all. So... Kostik. This is none of your business. You've got your things to worry about. You still have six different places to go and leave souvenirs. What do you care about the secrets of the alchemists' guild? Kostyaaaa... All right, just a peek! Just a peek. Out of the corner of my eye.

Ha, that was easier said than done! Cautiously, using a pair of prepared mirrors, I begin to look closely at the pair of men who had almost dragged the crate to the back of the guild, where a wagon, already loaded with junk, and a bored driver were waiting for them. And then, I notice several traps and alarms, which are left especially for cunning clairvoyants. I curse quietly and sacrifice one of the shards, which turned black and crumbled ashes, diverting reciprocal attention from me. You know, it's a matter of principle. If Tia were here, she'd kick me in the head for sure. Lucky for me, she's not here. I gently increased the pressure of Dream, gradually infusing my remaining shards with it.

Very slowly, but the web of anti-seer protection was beginning to give way. A couple of men had already managed to load a crate (containing tubers of what looked like beets, yep-yep) before they climbed into the cart themselves, and the charioteer, muttering "At last," touched the reins. The cart rolled slowly out into the streets of Eternal. I followed. Nothing out of the ordinary. Just small guild workers taking small orders around town. One shop a couple of cauldrons. Another shop a bag of seeds. This inn is a bundle of bundles of aromatic herbs. Boredom. If it weren't for the fact that the two men-loaders were actually level forty and some tricky variation of assassin classes. And the charioteer was a level thirty-three nature mage with a bias toward Fire. At the same time, they were backed up by at least one seasoned seer and his assistants, plus three of their colleagues, who were supposedly loaders.

All this, I managed to see through, at the cost of two more pieces of the mirror. But what was in the box and where they were taking it, I still couldn't find out. The reason was that inside the box was another one, made entirely of the same anti-prophetic material as the coffin of my good acquaintance Cassie Who Looking for Friends. And it was just as good at its duties. Since even I, far from being Alurei's worst visionary, couldn't push it through. Eh... I'm already late. I've got a lot to do. And a pointy-eared tyrant is waiting for me at the base. Seriously, Kostik, it's time to stop screwing around. Kostik...

Honestly, I was ready to give up on this case. Seriously, there are not many secrets in the vast capital of the largest Empire. But at that very moment, when I was about to run away, clairvoyance managed to pick up a bit of information. These guys had come from the Eternal Library. Oops... that's interesting. Hmm. Well, theoretically, it could be useful to my operation... Well, all right, I'll keep digging. It took a long time to dig or, rather, to wait. It was only three and a half hours later, having collected all possible traffic, which in Eternal was no worse than in the capital of my homeland, the charioteer reached a small warehouse building belonging to a small potters' artel. Its representatives took the box, settled accounts with the guild's "workers," and then carried their burden to the warehouse. In the warehouse, there was a hidden basement, where they lowered the box by a small elevator.

Before I went inside, I carefully probed the place with my clairvoyance, wasting another shard of the mirror. The defense of the place was good, but not enough against me. I realized that this place was one of the many operational bases of the Eyes. More precisely, one of their units. A sleeping quarters, a small storehouse of provisions and equipment, a separate office for the chiefs, and some communication and protection amulets. Inside was a group of three agents. One, the main one, had a thirtieth-level, epic-grade Spy and the same epic-grade Detective. The other two were typical lurkers of twentieth-levels, frankly bored. When I got the box, the main one worked a few amulets on it, deactivating some clever analogs to magical alarms. At this point, I was already hanging from the ceiling, literally peering over his shoulder. Honestly, if I got tired of being a hero, with my classes, my clairvoyance, and my un-existence, I could be a first-rate burglar.

Finally, the chief finished fiddling with the box and opened it very carefully. Inside, indeed, among the tubers, was another small, dark metal box. Before opening it, the silent man put on a pair of snow-white gloves, which were some kind of specialized artifact that did not leave clues for the enemy seers, checked the box with three different amulets, and only then opened it carefully.

Inside was a sealed, thick envelope of thick gray paper and a small scroll. I recognized the contents of the scroll almost instantly. But the contents of the envelope were more than securely protected by clairvoyance. Or rather, my clairvoyance told me firmly that inside were some documents of special importance, somehow connected with the late Second Prince. Except it also told me this "knowledge" was specially put in the envelope by all sorts of crafty people. Just like me. The scroll, on the other hand, had a short instruction: "Deliver the envelope through agent STR7 to object VL25. "DO NOT OPEN! After reading it, burn it. Areum Viter."

The scroll was written on special paper and in special ink that made it practically unreadable for clairvoyants. I could easily read the contents, to be exact. But I could not understand what kind of agent, what kind of object, and what kind of Areum it was. It felt like I was staring into a void. Very interesting... The main man of the Eyes, meanwhile, went about his business. The scroll was burnt by a special amulet, the envelope was put aside, and the spy began to communicate with some of his colleagues using another amulet. I wondered what I should do next. In principle, the answer was obvious. But seriously, it would be idiotic to just walk away. Especially considering how much time I had spent on this whole thing. At the very least, I should just see what was in the envelope.

Cautiously, I start feeding the energy of the Dream to one of the shards, whose almost inaudible chanting gradually fills the base of the Eye. The bored lurkers fell asleep right at their desks. Their supervisor contacted a colleague, uttered the short phrase, "Color orange, wind southerly," got some sort of response, then stretched tiredly and decided to take a nap for half an hour. Putting the amulets aside, he went to the restroom, not paying any attention to the already sleeping subordinates. In a minute, he was sweetly asleep. As a joke, I spent five minutes arranging erotic dreams for all three of them, with the participation of their immediate supervisor, whose image I caught without much difficulty. When I was sure the vigilant Eye was securely covered, I jumped down from the ceiling and stood at the table.

I must once again give the Empire's guards credit. The alarm system wasn't bad here. It would have held anyone below the legendary grade and level forty. But certainly not me. I carefully begin to carefully and accurately probe the envelope with clairvoyance. Kostik, of course, is a risky guy, but not so much as to open a secret envelope of incomprehensible things. All the more, there must be some cunning alarm on it or in it. But to my considerable surprise, I managed to understand almost nothing.

To be exact, I understood something, but it raised more questions than answers. I was able to overcome the envelope's anti-vision protection. With difficulty, but still, I managed to do it. I saw a good enough web of alarms that alerted me to the opening of the envelope. But its contents... Silence. Not emptiness, but exactly silence to the sensation. It was as if what was inside could not be felt at all by clairvoyance. I try to "probe" through the voids and get an unexpected result in the form of general scrappy knowledge. The contents are related to some Summoned One. But it doesn't feel threatening at all. Interesting...

After a minute, I decided to open the envelope. I use two more shards to do this. After a few moments, the reflections of the envelope appear in them as accurately as possible. I carefully open the original, which immediately activates the alarm. And one of the reflections takes it all away, dissolving it in the depths of the Dream. I look at the contents of the envelope. I don't believe my eyes. I activate my Gaze. No change. I activate my clairvoyance to the maximum I can afford, refusing to believe what I see. But nothing has changed.

On the table in front of me was a plain, ordinary, slightly worn-out Japanese manga. In English. On the cover was a tall, long blond pixie in green-and-white-gold robes, sitting on a fallen log in the middle of the forest, looking away, her arms crossed over her size-four chest in a disgruntled look. A young boy in knight's armor was kneeling in front of her, bandaging her foot, gently holding it with both hands literally millimeters from her face. The title could be translated from English as "The Path to the Heart of an Elven Princess Through Her Tender Feet." I could tell it had been made by an inhabitant of the Land of the Rising Sun. To dispel my doubts about what kind of manga this was, it was marked 18+ in the upper right corner.

Holy shit. I wasted a lot of time and effort on a cartoon porno with an elf girl. That's fucked up. If my comrades-in-arms found out about this, especially Taria, I'd run to the other side of the world. Unless I could take Ygra with me, as the only one, I could look in the eye. How the hell did that shit get on Alurei, anyway! My imagination immediately pictured a Japanese otaku sitting on the toilet with this magazine, holding it with one hand for obvious reasons, and the next minute I was in the middle of the Hall of Invocation with no pants or underpants, but this. It's a pretty picture. He would have gone to the Hall of Choice first, of course, but it's still kind of funny. Especially, if he'd been summoned by elves. The thought really made me ROFL.

I wonder if they would have put him under the knife right away or if they would have given him a "snu-snu" first. I couldn't stop laughing quietly, but I wondered what to do next. On the one hand, I didn't need her. On the other hand, it would be stupid to leave it behind after all my hard work... I wonder who this VL25 is. With such difficulties and precautions, they decided to send him this masterpiece of Japanese culture. Ah, whatever. No, no, I can't just leave now!

I grinned but put the manga away in my bag of mirror shards. I took a sheet of parchment inside the envelope instead, with a three-letter word written on it and an explanatory drawing for the very dumb. Then I activate the second shard of the mirror with the reflection of the sealed envelope, manifesting it in reality. In a moment, the shard with the reflection darkens, and the envelope becomes sealed again as if nothing had happened. After that, I hastily left the Eye base. Oh, what a load of crap I wasted a lot of time on...

I returned to the base a few hours after the agreed-upon deadline. When asked, I answered simply: "To be on the safe side in case I was followed." To my relief, everyone was satisfied, and a smiling Tia immediately handed me a list of places to visit tomorrow morning. It was one and a half times longer than today's. That big-eared druid was making fun of me, wasn't she? I don't care if my clairvoyance says otherwise! I don't believe it! I take the list and go to my room to rest, not showing in any way that I am, in any way, dissatisfied. After washing and changing my clothes, I fall into bed. What a day... Almost falling asleep, I catch my eye on my bag. Hmm. Maybe I should see what I wasted a lot of time for. Eh, seriously, I have an elf girl at my side, who in REALITY is willing to fulfill my every whim and was ready to be my toy of her own free will. But no, I need a drawn one. Well, that's right, as you know, 2D chicks are the best. Kostik, such a Kostik.

I grinned, but I got out of bed and pulled out the result of my labors. Then went back to bed. Okay, the main thing is to make sure no one sees me. Especially Taria! I stare at the cover for a few moments, involuntarily noting the quality of the detailed drawing, and then I open the first page. The manga turned out to be typical of its genre, with an original story and very deep characters. Except that it was very detailed. Another CJS (Common Japanese Schoolboy) isekai to a parallel world, where he is happily announced that he is the Chosen One, called to save this world from the Demon Lord. So we're gonna let you on the sacrificial altar and give your Holy Sword to the king's heir, bazinga! Oh, it's so funny to read that kind of isekai-manga, being personally summoned to the wondrous world called Alurei.

Next, the CJS (Common Japanese Schoolboy) was handed the blond elfess as his mentor. A princess, of course. There were no other candidates. And, of course, she was extremely unhappy about it, which she did not hide. But for the sake of her people, she was ready to make such a great sacrifice as the company of some human and even a commoner. Well, on their first training session in the woods, they were ambushed by goblins. The CJS valiantly hacked down one and then nearly got killed by three of his comrades. But his eared mentor deftly shot all the green buggers. Then she managed to step on the dagger of one of the murdered goblins and cut his foot with her foot. Oh, that's funny.

What followed was the scene from the cover, where a young boy rushed to save his mentor. Having freed her elegant leg from her long white boot as far as mid-thigh, he declared that simply bandaging it was not enough. If there was poison on the dagger, it had to be sucked out of the wound, which turned out to be a tiny scratch. Which he did immediately, despite the confused and exasperated protests of the long-eared girl.

He sucked all the venom he could get his hands on so that he licked the entire foot and bandaged it gently. Finally, he kissed the elf's fingers, which were all red from his fondling and almost made her cum. The story went on, and as it is not difficult to guess, the boy found himself with an elf's foot in his mouth every chance he got. The last one pretended to be terribly annoyed by it, and, in general, she did not like it at all. But in fact, she was just leaking from the fact that her feet were licked by a human. When I reached the last page of this masterpiece of Japanese culture, I just shook my head and put the manga aside. The Japanese, oh the Japanese. Seriously, what kind of pleasure can a man get licking the feet, even a very pretty elf? Maybe they have a special taste. God, what nonsense is going on in my head? Wouldn't it be funny to casually ask Tia over breakfast tomorrow morning, "Hey, what do your feet taste like?"

I can imagine what her face would have been like. And Taria's reaction... And when you think about it, what would she have said? Well, Taria, it would probably be something along the lines of, "Try and find out." Mm-hmm, much to the delight of Taria. Seriously, what's the fun in something like that? I can understand licking something else on a girl, but her legs... On the other hand, as they say, you can't know unless you try. Man, I don't know what's going on in my head. You'd think Tia would agree to that shit. No, of course, she would, but what would she and the others think... But why would they know anything?

I close my eyes, listening to my surroundings. I was asleep, except for Hans and Hestia. The first one is on duty, and the second rarely sleeps at all, so she keeps the ranger company. The others have already gone to bed to rest. Tia is one of them. She is lying in the next room, on her bed, hand-grown from a single plank. Maybe there's something to it after all. Oh, my God, what the... Come on, no one will know. Just for fun. One time. I'm in the next room, Shadowstep, and I turn my un-existence to the maximum at the same time. The Dark Druid is asleep on her back, and a moment later, her sleep is a little deeper. I have to be very careful not to let the big-eared visionary wake up or even realize I was here. I can't leave any traces behind. God, what idiocy...

I was sure I was safe from the sudden awakening of my teammate, so I gently pulled the blanket aside. For a few seconds, I admired the elf's slender and trim body. It's dark in the room, but it's not a hindrance to me. It's only a benefit. She's wearing only a thin, translucent nightgown of black silk with leafy patterns, hiding nothing. But it's not her private parts that interest me. Sitting at the edge of the bed, I look closely at Tia's feet. I have to admit her feet are very tempting. I noticed that despite everything, the elf was obviously taking good care of them. Skin is soft, each finger manicured. My clairvoyance tells me in what druid's duffel bag she has a pedicure kit and three moisturizing foot creams made by the druid herself. And the fact that her late lover, the minstrel, had begun foreplay several times with gentle kisses on the feet, gradually rising higher and higher. Tia really liked it. He kind of did, too. Really?

I roll my eyes mentally, carefully take the right foot in my hands and gently touch it with my lips. There is no unpleasant smell, to my relief. Just the scent of a woman's skin and notes of some herbs. I feel brave enough to run my tongue over the foot, from the heel to the fingertips. Whether it's Tia's way of caring for her pretty feet or the peculiarity of elves, there's no difference between a woman's breasts and a woman's feet. It certainly tastes good. Moreover, the main thing is for the partner to feel good. After kissing my thumb, I press Tia's delicate foot to my face, enjoying the tenderness and fragrance of her skin, at the same time, intensifying the druid's sleep. The author of that manga was definitely right about something. I pick up Tia's other leg and bring them together, admiring their elegance and neatness for a few seconds. Then I pay close attention to each toe individually and then to all of them together. After all, elven feet are the best feet! Only an idiot would argue with that.

After enjoying every millimeter of what is undoubtedly the most seductive part of any woman's body, I thought for a moment. Well, Tia had had her pleasure, even if she would never know about it. I was looking forward to enjoying myself, too. Of course, her legs were surprisingly pleasant to the touch and taste, but that wasn't enough. My eyes cling to a pair of stockings lying on Tia's bedside table. Things by Alurei's standards are very inexpensive, available only to wealthy enough ladies or their suitors. For once, clairvoyance has given me a clever idea. It takes a minute to dress the sleeping Tia in stockings. It takes another minute to bind her feet together, tying her thumbs together with a thin silk ribbon. But that little hassle was worth it! When I felt the touch of her delicate cloth-clad feet on my cock, I almost groaned in my voice! What a pleasure! The author of the manga obviously knew what he was drawing, after all! Eh, if only Tia had done it herself...

For a moment, I froze in the middle of the process. No, this is too much... Oh, who cares! I gently untied Tia's feet, and I settled on the bed with her so that one of her lovely legs was against my groin, and then I changed her sleep just a little, just a little. One little detail, to be exact. After a moment, the druid begins to move her foot rhythmically, touching the foot of you knows what. Oh, yes... Closing my eyes in pleasure, I press the other foot to my face, inhaling her amazing scent. How. Oh... Good!

With a low moan, I reach climax. For a few more moments, I enjoy the sensation of a stockinged foot on my groin, and then I make Tia's sleep deep and peaceful again. And then, I start a thorough cleaning, which is helped by essentialism. Only an hour later, after making sure there was no trace of me in Tia's room, I returned to my room. Who would have thought it would be so pleasant? We'll have to do this again sometime later. Okay, wait, before I go to bed, I need to put this manga away. I can't imagine what would happen if Tia, or even worse, Tarya, found it.

As I put it back in the bottom of my bag, I caught sight of the author's pseudonym on the cover. Hentai King. Huh, it fits.

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Avada Kadavra: I'm kind of ROFLed. But, no kidding, the omak is good on its own, but the artifact is a ROFL. So much in the nature of HK would be a joke like that, I think I'll canonize... no, not omak (let it be an alternate timeline, so to speak), but the existence of the artifact. Perhaps even mention it somewhere in the text.

P.S. I wonder if I demand an update on my own page, will the universe collapse? Anyway, I'd like to request a sequel. Including the very findings of the manga by Tia.