The forest fell silent behind him as Keyaru walked back toward the town under the fading light of dusk. The contrast was almost laughable. Yesterday he had watched proud villainesses scream and swell with orc seed. The day before that, he had thrown an ogre bitch into a volcano. And today…
He felt like being romantic.
People who learned of his deeds would whisper in horrified awe — *His mind works in the most ironic ways. A psychopath without pattern. A monster who fucks, tortures, and loves with equal intensity, never the same twice.* Keyaru found the thought strangely amusing. Let them think whatever they wanted. He answered to no one.
He entered the town square and deliberately chose the cheapest, most unremarkable inn available , a creaky old building called "The Rusty Lantern." The wooden sign hung crooked, the stairs groaned with every step, and the room he rented on the second floor had a narrow bed with a thin mattress and springs that squeaked loudly with the slightest movement. A single oil lamp cast a warm, flickering glow across the modest space. It was nothing like the luxurious palace he had built for his former harem.
Perfect.
He locked the door, sat on the edge of the bed, and activated the summoning circle with a gentler touch this time. No violence. No stripping of power. Just a soft, inviting pull.
The circle bloomed with soft silver and emerald light. Gentle wind and the faint scent of ancient forests filled the small room.
**Frieren** materialized standing near the window, her long white hair glowing softly in the lamplight. The legendary elven mage looked exactly as she always did — petite yet elegantly proportioned, with calm, timeless emerald eyes and an expression of quiet curiosity. Her black-and-white mage robes hugged her slender frame, accentuating the subtle but beautiful curves of her modest breasts, narrow waist, and gently flared hips. She carried the serene, otherworldly beauty only an elf who had lived over a thousand years could possess.
Frieren blinked slowly, taking in the humble room and the man sitting on the creaky bed.
"…This is unusual. I was in the middle of a journey. Did you summon me?"
Keyaru stood up and approached her slowly. He reached out and gently cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing across her smooth skin. Unlike previous summons, there was no violent healing or forced loyalty rewrite. This time, he used a softer **Transformation Heal** — one that gently rewove her emotions, planting deep, genuine affection and romantic attraction toward him while preserving her calm, thoughtful personality.
Frieren's emerald eyes softened. A faint blush colored her pale cheeks as new feelings bloomed inside her.
"…You feel familiar," she murmured. "Warm. Safe."
Keyaru smiled and leaned in, pressing a slow, tender kiss to her lips. Frieren hesitated only for a moment before closing her eyes and kissing him back, her hands gently resting on his chest. The kiss deepened gradually, growing warmer, more passionate, yet never rushed.
He guided her toward the bed. The old springs creaked loudly as they sat down together. Keyaru took his time undressing her slipping the mage robes off her shoulders, revealing her pale, flawless skin and small but perfectly shaped breasts with delicate pink nipples. He kissed down her neck, across her collarbone, and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking gently. Frieren let out a soft, breathy sigh, her fingers threading through his hair.
"You're surprisingly gentle today," she whispered, voice slightly husky.
"I felt like it," he replied, laying her down on the creaky bed.
The old mattress and springs protested with every movement as Keyaru settled between her legs. He kissed her deeply again while his hand slid down her body, gently stroking her already wet folds. Frieren moaned softly into his mouth, her slender thighs parting wider for him.
He entered her slowly, savoring every inch. The bed creaked rhythmically as he began making love to her — deep, unhurried thrusts that made the old wooden frame groan in protest. Frieren wrapped her arms around his neck, legs around his waist, pulling him closer as quiet, melodic moans escaped her lips.
The contrast was beautiful and ironic. A cheap, noisy bed in a rundown inn. An ancient, elegant elf mage who had seen centuries of adventure now lying beneath him, gasping sweetly with every thrust. Her long white hair spread across the thin pillow like fresh snow. Her emerald eyes stayed locked on his, filled with genuine affection and building pleasure.
Keyaru kissed her neck, her pointed ears, her lips, never stopping the steady, loving rhythm of his hips. The creaking of the bed mixed with the wet sounds of their joining and Frieren's increasingly needy moans.
"You feel so good inside me…" she whispered, voice trembling. "Don't stop… please…"
He picked up the pace gradually, still tender but deeper, grinding against her with every thrust. Frieren's legs tightened around him as she neared her peak. Her inner walls fluttered and clenched around his cock as she came with a soft, beautiful cry, her body arching beneath him.
Keyaru followed soon after, burying himself deep and filling her with warm, thick cum. They stayed connected for a long moment, kissing lazily as the old bed finally fell silent.
Afterward, he pulled her into his arms. Frieren rested her head on his chest, tracing lazy patterns on his skin with her fingers.
"This is… nice," she murmured. "Different from what I expected when I felt the summoning."
Keyaru stroked her long white hair, a small smile on his lips.
"Even I get tired of blood and screaming sometimes."
They made love twice more that night — once with her riding him slowly on the creaking bed, her white hair cascading down her back like a waterfall, and once in a gentle spooning position where he took her from behind while kissing her neck and ears.
By the time the oil lamp burned low, Frieren was curled up against him, breathing softly in peaceful sleep, a faint, satisfied smile on her lips.
Keyaru stared at the ceiling, listening to the quiet creaks of the old inn settling for the night.
Tomorrow, he might go back to cruelty.
But tonight… tonight had been surprisingly pleasant.