The System Sent Me to Breed an All-Female Amazon Tribe-Chapter 198: Two Female Individuals That Are Not Fairies

Isabelle looked around too, blinking in confusion as she took in the same vacant space.

"Oh," she said after a moment, turning back to face Benjamin. "We were having sex for so long, she must’ve left to attend to something."

She paused as she turned, but now startled all over again by the expression on his face.

Benjamin’s brows were deeply furrowed and creased, lips puckered into a full pout, his cheeks slightly puffed out in utter, but childish, disappointment.

[Is he... pouting...? I’m so happy I was alive long enough to see this side of him.] [Isa]

"That silly fairy," Benjamin murmured under his breath, arms crossing over his bare chest as he glared at the empty bed. "Couldn’t she wait just one hour? Now I feel all embarrassed talking to myself back ther—?! Huh? Isabelle, what are you doing?"

She had already fluttered her wings without thinking, lifting herself up until she could wrap both arms tightly around his neck in a warm, clinging cuddle, face burying against the side of his throat.

"Forgive me," she giggled softly against his skin, breath warm and shaky. "You were the purest thing I have ever seen back there, pouting like that... I had to tap into that well a little. I couldn’t resist."

Then she pulled back just enough to meet his eyes. "But... we actually spent about five hours back there, not two."

"F-Five hours?!" Benjamin yelled, shock snapping him out of his sulk. "Is it me or is time becoming all meshed up in my head?"

"Maybe we should check the throne room," Isabelle suggested calmly, her wings giving a small flutter as she settled back on her feet. "It’s unlikely, but she might’ve had a guest or some urgent matter."

"You think so?" Benjamin squinted thoughtfully, then nodded once with sudden determination. "Then let’s go give this visitor a piece of my mind!"

And so the two of them walked out—Benjamin still gloriously naked, with Isabelle holding his hand tightly—and headed for the throne room, one of the grand chambers near the castle’s entrance.

***

The Throne room of Titania.

This was a luxurious looking palace that exuded an air of refined comfort and natural harmony.

With its spacious halls and chambers adorned by an abundance of intertwining vines that climbed the walls and ceilings in graceful patterns.

It also had beautiful flowers blooming in vibrant clusters along every surface, most of which were unique varieties that could only be found thriving within these very walls, their petals in soft hues of pink, white, and subtle greens releasing faint, pleasant scents that filled the air with a sense of welcoming freshness.

There was an ornate throne positioned up ahead, right in the center edge of the place, situated far against the back wall where it commanded attention as the focal point of the grand space.

But at this particular moment, no one was currently occupying its cushioned seat, leaving it standing there in quiet solitude.

Instead, over at another side of the area, there was a cozy arrangement of couches and plump cushions gathered together in a relaxed grouping, complete with adorable pillows scattered among them.

Each one of the pillows featuring Titania’s smiling face embroidered or printed on the fabric in cheerful, playful designs that captured her expressions of joy and mischief.

And some cute stuffed dolls propped up here and there, their soft forms adding a touch of whimsical charm to the seating area.

On one of those comfortable couches sat the petite silver-haired fairy Queen herself, her slender frame settled into the cushions with a posture that mixed regal poise and casual ease.

Her twin braids cascading gently over her chest like shimmering silver ribbons that caught the light with every subtle movement she made.

And her big and beautiful rainbow-hued butterfly wings shifted very slowly behind her, their iridescent patterns creating faint glimmers as they flexed in a rhythmic, almost meditative motion.

And standing right beside the couch, positioned close enough to offer immediate support or counsel if needed, was another petite fairy whose presence radiated a soothing sense of duty and composure.

Her pink-veined butterfly wings folded neatly at her back with veins that pulsed softly like delicate threads of rose-tinted light.

She had striking pink eyes that held a steady, attentive gaze.

And she was dressed in a sheer white robe made of fine, translucent material that draped elegantly over her form, allowing the vague outlines of her body to show through subtly...

Including how her nipples were poking slightly against the thin cloth, creating small, noticeable points beneath the fabric.

She had pink curly hair that framed her face in bouncy, lively spirals, interspersed with occasional streaks of black that added a touch of contrast and depth to her overall appearance.

In every way, she embodied the very essence of professionalism, her stance upright and composed, her expression calm and ready to assist without a hint of distraction.

And directly opposite them, arranged on the facing couches in a manner that suggested a formal yet somewhat relaxed discussion, were two individuals who stood out distinctly because they were not fairies at all.

Their larger, more robust builds and earthy attire marking them as visitors from a different world entirely.

One of them was sitting comfortably on the couch with a posture that conveyed discreet authority, while the other remained standing right beside that same couch in a protective, watchful stance.

The standing one had vibrant red hair that fell in loose, untamed waves around her shoulders, accented by two small poking horns emerging from her forehead like polished, natural protrusions that gave her an air of inherent strength and otherworldliness.

And her dress appeared to have been carefully cut and fashioned from the sturdy skin of some wild beast, pieced together in a practical yet striking design. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

Specifically, there was a patch of that hide material covering her chest to provide modest protection and coverage, and another section designed to wrap snugly around her waist and powerful thighs.

All of it mixed and reinforced with elements of bronze armor plating that gleamed subtly under the palace’s gentle lighting, lending her the unmistakable look of a seasoned warrior ready for any challenge, even though she carried no visible weapons on her person at that moment.

The one who was sitting had positioned herself with her legs crossed in a deliberate, composed manner.