Lackey's Seducing Survival Odyssey

Chapter 1071: Your thighs didn’t use to be that... thicc

After getting teased so thoroughly by Aether, Maelona had no choice but to change the topic—her cheeks still burning from earlier. Without another word, she turned sharply and began walking, her voice calm but laced with fluster,

”Come… thereʼs something I want to show you.”

Aether followed, still grinning, clearly savouring her reactions.

They headed toward the Thruster Station, located nearby.

Maelona had already taken care of relocating the local residents, offering them temporary housing and protections to keep them safe during the construction.

As the two of them walked side by side, the soft blue butterfly—Elona—rested comfortably on Aetherʼs shoulder, swaying gently with each step. And then, in its soft, chiming voice, it began to hum an oddly adorable tune.

”Mama~ Papa~ Papa~ Pa~ Ma~ Ma~ Ma~ Papa~”

Maelonaʼs head slowly dropped, her long, elven ears twitching and nearly glowing red from embarrassment—even her normally blue-tinted cheeks now looked faintly violet. The fluster overwhelmed her.

Who wouldʼve thought that after escaping Aetherʼs verbal teasing... sheʼd be ambushed by a tiny fluttering traitor?

Aether chuckled warmly and glanced at the butterfly with affectionate eyes.

”You sing really well, Elona~” he said softly, reaching up to gently pat her wings with a feather-light touch.

Elona vibrated in delight, its body pulsing with light as its voice grew louder in joyful response.

Maelona groaned internally and mumbled, ”M-Maybe I should put her back!” Her voice trembled as she reached up, trying to snatch the little pest.

But Elona evaded her grasp easily, fluttering into the air and twirling in playful spirals just above their heads, all while singing louder—

”Ma~Ma~Ma~P~Paaaa~Papa~”

Aether was already laughing under his breath,

”Come on, letʼs just leave... her?” he said, his voice slowing as he glanced at Maelonaʼs beet-red face.

She nodded, lips tight and face still flushed.

”B-But she was spouting such rubbish… such nonsense,” she muttered, her words growing softer toward the end.

Aether gave her a side glance, his voice quieter now, more deliberate.

”Nonsense, huh? Tell me... has Aria said anything to you recently?”

Maelona stopped in her tracks, visibly flinching as her eyes widened and her skin paled slightly.

”W-Well...” she whispered, suddenly remembering her daughterʼs heartfelt words.

”Just remember, Mom… I love you no matter what. But if youʼre hiding something just because of me… please donʼt. Iʼd rather have my mother be honest and open, than suffering in silence alone.”

Maelonaʼs breath caught in her throat. That memory stung with truth.

”Maelona?” Aetherʼs voice pulled her out of her thoughts, his hand waving gently before her eyes.

She blinked, then quickly shook her head.

”N-No... Aria didnʼt say anything,” she replied too fast, her voice a little too high.

Aether didnʼt press her. He could see the lie, but he didnʼt challenge it. Instead, he simply placed his hand gently on her shoulder and resumed walking beside her, giving her the silent comfort of his presence.

Eventually, the two arrived at the construction site.

It was a massive underground project, with stone and metal being manipulated by Earth-elemental workers and precision mages. Towering scaffolds, cranes, and raw energy pulsed faintly through the air.

Near one of the control consoles, comfortably seated in a reclining chair with a drink in hand and sunglasses on, was Raven—completely relaxed as she overlooked the progress.

”Looks like someoneʼs enjoying themselves a little too much~” came a sweet voice.

Raven flinched, her drink nearly falling out of her hand as she turned—and lit up immediately.

”Husband~!” she squealed, leaping up from her seat and throwing herself at the man standing there.

But it wasnʼt Aether... Not as the world knew him. He was now wearing his mask—the mask of Victor.

Victor chuckled as he embraced Raven tightly, kissing her cheeks, her forehead, even the bridge of her nose.

”Look at you… so skinny now. My lovely Draconyx~” he whispered, brushing a hand through her hair. The way he held her spoke of how much he missed her—like holding a piece of his own soul.

Raven let out a soft whimper of joy and clung to him tighter.

”I missed you too... My lovely. And… you look different. Bigger?” She blinked as her hands explored his chest, her brows furrowing in confusion and curiosity.

Victor grinned.

”Yeah, Iʼll explain everything. But first—where are the others? Thali—”

”VICTORRRR!!!”

THUD!!

RROOOOOLLLL!!

Victor barely had a second to brace himself before a body slammed into his back. He hadnʼt expected an attack from behind, and the force sent him tumbling forward, rolling through the dirt with a gasp.

Before he could recover, Thalia straddled his chest, her hair cascading around them, her eyes full of wicked amusement.

”Looks like someoneʼs a bit too slow for a goddess, hmm~?” she teased, her voice dripping with sultry delight.

Without giving him time to reply, she leaned in, pressing her lips against his in a deep, hungry kiss—full of heat and longing. Her hips swayed slightly as she ground herself against his crotch, rubbing with firm, teasing motions that made Victor grunt beneath her.

”You didnʼt think Iʼd let you get away without a welcome back kiss… and a little friction, did you?” she whispered into his lips, before nibbling on his bottom one.

Maelonaʼs lips twitched with irritation as she narrowed her glowing red eyes. With a single, regal wave of her hand, her little butterfly fluttered gracefully from her shoulder and zipped straight toward Thaliaʼs bouncy rear.

The delicate creature didnʼt sting or bite—it merely grazed the juicy curve of her ass, barely brushing its wings along the soft fabric stretched over her cheek.

”Arrhh!!” Thalia yelped, her voice pitched high as her body jolted. A tremor shot up her spine and she clenched awkwardly, stumbling off Aetherʼs lap like a malfunctioning wind-up toy. Her hands flailed as her legs turned into jelly.

This wasnʼt like the earlier attack—where a single touch would drain all her energy in one embarrassing flop. No, this was different. Targeted.. Delicate... Precise!

Maelona had clearly been practising, learning to wield her draining powers with all the focused grace of a queen… who knew exactly where to hit a woman where it hurts most.

”Shameless!” Maelona snapped, her voice low and sharp, her cheeks puffed with annoyance. The butterfly elegantly returned to her shoulder, landing like a proud soldier returning to base, wearing a tiny pout that matched its masterʼs expression.

The two—elf queen and butterfly—stood there with synchronised judgment plastered on their faces. Same pose. Same pout. Same amount of sass.

Thalia flushed a deep crimson, wobbling on her feet with a sheepish grin.

”Ahem. Cough, cough. Seems like he missed me… just a little too much,” she said with a flick of her hair and a tone so smug it nearly choked the air.

Raven and Maelona both twitched.

”Yeah... itʼs always me,” Victor sighed dramatically, throwing his arms out in exaggerated surrender. He raised a hand for help like a fallen emperor, sprawled across the battlefield of horny wives.

Thalia huffed and grabbed it, pulling him up—only to freeze the moment he stood tall.

Her head tilted up... and up.

”...What in the mountain?!” she blinked wide-eyed. ”You... You look taller. Like, way taller. Did someone stretch you?!”

Victor chuckled, brushing dust from his cloak with a grin, his aura calm yet commanding.

”Thatʼs a long story,” he said smoothly, his voice a little deeper than usual.

”Iʼd love to hear it,” Thalia said with sudden seriousness, licking her lips like a cat who just spotted cream. She eyed his frame with slow appreciation, her gaze dragging down his arms, chest, thighs. ”Also… your thighs didnʼt use to be that... thicc.”

Victor leaned down slightly and gently kissed her forehead.

Thaliaʼs eyes sparkled. She smirked, turning to face Raven and Maelona with all the cockiness of a queen who just won her manʼs attention.

”He missed me~ hehe~”

Of course, what Thalia didnʼt say—was the wave of relief flooding her chest.

ʼThank the stars he forgot what happened that day…ʼ she thought, clenching her ass with quiet dread. If he remembered, she was done for.... Spanked.. Disciplined!!!

Again!

”Lyirrs?” Victor asked smoothly.

Thalia, still recovering from the emotional whiplash, pointed lazily toward the gaping crater nearby.

”Sheʼs down there… working”

Victor stepped forward and looked down into the massive hole, wind brushing against his cloak like a dramatic anime entrance. He cupped his hands and shouted into the depths,

”Lyirrs! Can you come u—”

Sllfffhhhhh~!

A booming gust of hot wind shot up from the crater.

Suddenly, with a glorious roar and shimmering aura, a brown dragon burst into the sky from the deep cavern below, wings spread wide and body gleaming with heat and minerals. She soared upward, casting shadows like a mountain above them, and then began to descend with elegant force.

Victor blinked. ”Everyoneʼs really overdramatic lately,” he muttered, shielding his face slightly from the flying dirt.

As the dragon landed, her body began to glow, shifting and morphing with magical radiance. In a matter of seconds, she transformed into a beautiful brown-haired woman.

She dropped to one knee before him with a bow so smooth it couldʼve earned applause.

”Sir... please forgive me for my delayed arrival,” Lyirrs said, her tone full of deference and respect.

Victor smiled warmly. ”Thereʼs no need for an apology. Rise,” he said with a soft but kingly voice.

Lyirrs obeyed, standing tall with pride in her chest and a faint dusting of blush on her cheeks.

Victor turned to look at the women gathered before him—Raven, Thalia, and Lyirrs. His gaze was warm, his stance firm.

”So... how have you all been doing in my absence?” he asked. ”I trust youʼve enjoyed yourselves... especially Lyirrs?”

Thalia, like always, answered first.

”Of course! Weʼve been having loads of fun—and we even ate a few Elf—PUFFF!!”

BOOMMM!!!

Two elbows. Perfect timing. Zero hesitation.

Both Lyirrs and Raven slammed their elbows into Thaliaʼs ribs with the synchronised attack. Thalia let out a wheeze that sounded like a dying flute before being yeeted a few feet backwards.

Victor blinked again, slowly. ”...ate what, exactly?”

Lyirrs and Raven stood shoulder to shoulder, perfectly composed. They waved the dust away like they were banishing spirits, and spoke in perfect, terrifying unison:

””Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Just... wind.””

Not even a hint of guilt. Poker-faced goddesses.

Maelona stood silently nearby, beads of sweat rolling down her temple. Her eye twitched.

ʼ... What did they DO while I was gone?!ʼ