Women's World: I am the man with the most OP auxiliary class-Chapter 37: Guests come to the house

The following days went smoothly, I haven’t seen Ingrid lately, and Nerissa was also called to the battlefield.

It seems that the attacks on human cities and towns have not stopped and have not managed to capture the alien queens.

The last letter I received from Ingrid and Nerissa, they say that they have reached the -White Port-, one of the three important ports of the human kingdom in the Strait Sea Between Continents.

The continent where we humans are we share with the elves in the forest to the east. We call this continent the continent of the North.

Elves have always lived in their forest to the east of this continent, where the huge forest maintains a cool tropical climate, although it is tinged white in the cold season of this world.

The human population dominated the central continent or the once called -Garden of Eden-. The above calendar counts from the time when a human king managed to dominate and settle in the central continent winning a victory against the other ancient races.

There is something I have never understood in the history book, something lost. But apparently, the human race appeared in this world sometime around four thousand years ago.

The Royal Academy’s library contains books from the other allied races, among them, the oldest records are from the elves and the so-called Demon Race.

And it is in the books, translated, that it tells the story of two factions of the demon race who fought for control of the central continent and its resources, The Garden of Eden.

But at some point, the human race appeared and after hundreds of years of struggle, they achieved victory against the powerful beings of the demon race.

Although from humans this race is marked as demons, the proper name of the race is -Fjandskapr-, a species that is born with the blessing of the universe, capable of controlling the mysteries of darkness, as well as divine light, but not both at the same time.

And it is for this reason that these two races are always in conflict, although a child may be born -Iljos- of parents -Myrkr- they will somehow fight each other! I have to say that it is a simply stupid breed. And for obvious reasons, they lost to the united human army, as both factions of the demon race never managed to fully ally themselves.

To this day, even though they left behind those civil struggles between light and darkness to join the other races in fighting the aliens, they still have official conflicts and fights to prove which side is right or more powerful.

But back to the main thing, the unexpected entry of the humans into the fight for control of the center of the central continent, although it caught the demon race off guard, they didn’t think much about it, as they concluded that the humans were a subspecies of the beast sub-races in the western continent.

But I, as someone who has memories of their past life, theorize that humans appeared in this world, perhaps, in the same way as aliens, came through a spatial opening. Humans emerged with new forging methods, weapons technology, and a higher education in military strategy and other disciplines.

And the main thing, because fighting for control of a location, despite the fact that the central continent has many resources and the best, does not deserve such a big fight. For the demon race to fight for control of that area, it was more about proving who is stronger. Losing to humans.

For all this, it makes me suspect that after hundreds of years of human beings building an empire on the central continent, at its peak, suddenly a space rift appeared and an army from another dimension entered the world, destroying the human empire and forcing it to flee north.

I just hope that my ancestors aren’t Terran who attracted Zerg to this world...

"pffff~..."

"Why does my dear son sigh. For a girl?"

A pair of white arms hugged me by the neck from behind. A couple of soft cotton mountains pressed against me and the scent of milk entered my nose.

"... Mum! You scare me... I don’t sigh for any girl, it’s just homework"

My mother showed up and took me from behind, now I’m in the dining room with some open books and papers in front of me, writing reports and completing practice tests.

The first semester, or half a school year, is about to be completed, and we are being evaluated. Although I am doing well in my internship, teachers need homework to file and evaluate a grade in the theoretical part. So, you can tell, I’m organizing and building a portfolio of each subject.

"Do you have all your homework?"

"Yes mom, I have just finished and all that remains is to organize the work by subjects and this week I will deliver them as the teachers at each school subject ask me to do so"

"How good, my son is so smart... If someone bullies you at school, remember to tell me."

"I’m fine mom, no one intimidates me, instead, everyone treats me very well~. By the way, Why did you return home early today? ..." I looked out of the huge window in the dining room, and you could still see the evening sunlight.

"Today we will have some guests in an hour"

"Guests? We have never had guests..." And it’s true, throughout my fourteen years in this house, no one has entered the doors of the house as a guest.

When people come, they don’t pass the entrance. And they are usually rejected by Odalis. Who could be so important this time that Mom returns to receive guests.

"Look, you are here, sister. I have everything ready; we can negotiate with the envoy of Teumessia’s family."

With a hurried step, my aunt entered the dining room.

"eh~ Aunt Kaleria, who comes to visit, mom doesn’t tell me anything..."

I got up from my seat and took my aunt’s arm with the actions of a good child, trying to get information from Aunt Kaleria’s mouth with flirtation and tenderness.

"Vremya, go to your room and stay there, don’t go out."

"Mom~..."

"Miros, let him participate, Vasilisa and Serafima will be present, Vremya must also learn to deal with envoys."

"Mom~ " I let go of my aunt’s arm and now I hugged my mother and looked at her with the eyes of a sacrificial lamb.

"Okay, but stay by my side and don’t say anything..." freewebnøvel.coɱ

"Good! I’ll lift all of this and be ready in a moment..." I hurriedly picked up all my papers and books from the dining room table, organized them, and stuffed them into my backpack. After finishing this, I’m technically free of any school obligations, for now. By the way, where have I heard the name Teumessia?

I went upstairs to my room and got ready to take a quick shower. At home I have no problem walking around with only a tank top and loose fabric shorts, but if there are visitors, I can’t show myself dressed that simply.

Taking off my shirt and shorts in just two movements and throwing them into the laundry basket, I got into the shower and washed my body thoroughly.

In the last few months after my Familar awakening, my body has changed a lot. The bathroom wall mirror doesn’t show a sign of masculinity in me.

The soft golden blonde hair already passes my shoulders and reaches my back, falls gently with delicate waves on my white skin.

My green eyes are large, clear, and bright, adorned by long eyebrows of golden threads and protected under a pair of thin, curved, long eyebrows.

Even with my efforts to put on a defiant, masculine expression, I can only see the tender face of a young lady pouting softly and cutely.

The freckles of childhood have completely disappeared from my face and neck, leaving a white and smooth skin, but the meccas are still maintained on my chest, adorning with dots of different shades my B-cup breasts with a greater number of freckles between my breasts.

Breasts that children should not have, at least not as big as those in this world. But that mine have developed in a feminine direction, that with the study and control of my mother and my aunt, although breasts are not yet mature, they seem to already have the capacity to feed a baby.

Even with the freckles on the skin of my breasts, it does not take away from their attractiveness, they are round, soft but firm, and each one has a nipple of a light pink color that is almost not visible with their own areola with an even lighter pink. Watching them, I envy that Sera is the one who has spent her time enjoying them while they were growing up, not counting Ragna and Vasi, and Liana who has sometimes found the opportunity to catch me off guard and play with them.

After lathering the lower part of my chest where I sweat the most, I rub my stomach, belly, waist and hips with the liquid soap. Each part with its own concave or convex curves.

My entire stomach and belly are smooth with a slightly elevated flat belly differentiating itself from my stomach. A belly button in the center of my stomach round, small, with some depth where Sera loves to put her tongue, which has shown me that my navel has a lot of sensitivity.

Every time I wash my belly button, I can’t help but think of the words Sera once said to me, which actually looks like I have -three holes-...

Making me blush, and if it weren’t for her continuous attack, I would have managed to conjure fairy dust and wind currents to drive her out. Instead, I somehow manage to make me explode into an orgasm.

Ending with my navel, with each of my hands washing the opposite sides of my body, from my armpits to my hips, feeling not only the softness of my own skin, but the curve of my body. Also wash my arms, shoulders, which are very small and thin.

To wash my back, I have a soft fiber with a handle so I can scrub the skin off my back so it doesn’t go unwashed, and even if I didn’t have this scouring pad, I can use wind currents to move a towel and wash my back, or use my skills in the water element. I am now learning to improve my control in the earth element and will finish the second stage of Fairy training.

To wash my feet, I have a seat with hydrophobic bath materials, and it’s not like I’m afraid of falling when trying to wash one foot while balancing with the other. I just don’t like how I look in the mirror.

By bending my already long and fat legs, the position makes my bubble butt look bigger too!

Leaving me dumbfounded and wanting to bump my head against the bathroom wall to admire my own butt.

So, it’s best, after washing my buttocks and legs, to sit down and wash my feet, calves and so on calmly.

And last but not least, my little Me! That most of the time it stays like this, little, and who hasn’t had the opportunity to go to the battlefield to drink blood...

Unlike the nari women of this world, I do have testicles, or rather, a testicle. That due to male genetics, managed to descend and transform into a sperm factory. But like my -mini me- is small and white, with very delicate and sensitive skin. The other twin organ transformed into an ovary, responsible for producing eggs on my right side.

Although I’d love to say that I need both hands to wash my crotch, I really only need two fingers...

Although I’m not sad about it, because in the moments when he shows his true self, he doesn’t leave me bad and he’s so big to make me proud, not as much as Sera, much less like Vasi, but he’s good enough! And size doesn’t matter!!

What’s harder to wash is my back entryway. Since I must separate my buttocks and with the soap it is difficult since my butt is very firm, and although soft and when you squeeze your fingers sink, it is hard as a well-inflated leather ball.

Washing my entire body, then rinsing it off, to finish using shampoo for my hair and rinsing again, ends up appearing in the mirror.

A young woman of dazzling beauty, as if sprung from a divine dream, with small and delicate feet, as if carved by celestial hands. Her legs, long and radiantly white, are the envy of any gaze, so perfect they seem made to inspire eternal fantasies. They connect to generous hips, which cradle a heart-shaped bottom, curved in a sublime and harmonious manner, leading to a slender and graceful waist. The silhouette rises to delicate shoulders, which support a pair of modest yet perfect breasts, like soft cotton spheres, adorned with faint freckles and barely perceptible pink hues. This ensemble forms a captivating décolletage, with a valley that invites one to lose themselves in it, crowned by a fine collarbone and a long, elegant neck. On either side, slender and graceful arms culminate in small hands, with delicate and refined fingers.

Her face is that of a young goddess: large emerald eyes that shine with intensity, framed by golden hair that falls in damp waves. A small, slightly upturned nose adds a touch of innocence, while her lips, small yet full, boast a soft pink hue that invites a smile. Her ears, tiny and rosy, peek shyly through the golden strands.

This radiant and lively young woman watches me from the mirror, following my every movement with a gaze that reveals an undeniable truth: that adolescent goddess, beautiful and full of grace, even if I want to deny, is me.

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