The System Sent Me to Breed an All-Female Amazon Tribe-Chapter 106: Why Are We Suddenly Talking About Entering People’s Skirt?

Chapter 106: Why Are We Suddenly Talking About Entering People’s Skirt?

This place was like a green heaven.

The hollow inside the colossal tree stretched endlessly upward and outward, and the walls of it felt alive with glowing veins that cast soft emerald-gold light.

Vines arrayed themselves like curtains, blooming with tiny luminescent flowers. Dozens, or maybe hundreds, of fairies fluttered through the air afar: they were all slender and having delicate-looking bodies in gleaming dresses or petal skirts. And their wings were shimmering in every shade of pastel.

Some carried baskets of glowing pollen; while others danced lazy spirals around floating orbs of light somewhere.

Certain small creatures darted among them, while sparkling firefly-like insects, fuzzy winged rodents with leaf ears, and translucent butterflies whose wings trailed stardust, played about.

And everywhere I looked: I was smitten by cuteness. Slender waists with graceful limbs, bright eyes and fluttering wings. It was overwhelming in the best way.

Is this Cuteland Park?!

And then there was the girl who had just arrived, the secretary-looking one.

Still hella cute.

She had these big green eyes, which were luminous and wide, and framed by long green lashes that caught the light like tiny emeralds.

Her light green hair was pulled into twin buns high on her head, each secured with rich vine ribbons that sprouted tiny white flowers.

Crap, I’m getting hard just staring.

A few loose strands framed her charming face, brushing against her high cheekbones and a small, pert nose.

Her lips were plump and naturally pink, currently pressed into a composed line that only made them look more inviting.

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This fairy I’m talking about had a secretary’s vibe; so professional in her motions and efficient, but was also somewhat commanding... and wrapped in pure erotic fantasy!

Her shirt was a pale mint silk, fitted close to her slender torso, and the fabric was so thin it hinted at the gentle edge of small and perfect breasts beneath.

A narrow tie made from interlaced plants and cotton leaves hung between them, with the knot resting just above the subtle valley of her cleavage.

The shirt tucked into a ridiculously short skirt of layered dark green petals and translucent gauze, one that hugged her narrow hips and spread just enough to accentuate the flare of her tiny waist.

The hem barely skimmed the tops of her thighs, revealing her long, toned legs that ended in those delicate feet adorned with anklets of radiant ivy and a small black cover shoe. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Every movement of hers made the skirt shift, flashing me teasing glimpses of her smooth inner thighs and the shadowed curve where her leg touched hip.

Damnit, I’m not a p-pedophile!! Even if she’s sexy as hell...

My gaze snapped back up to her face before it could linger too long on the way the skirt clung to the perky raise of her ass or the faint outline of what lay beneath.

She met my eyes calmly, though now that Sys had pointed it out, I could see the tiniest tension releasing at the corners of her mouth, with the slight flare of her nostrils.

"W-Well, at least I made my point," Titania announced, having finished fussing over Tesa and Tera.

The twins were slowly rising, but still shaky while regaining their stoic expressions.

The obnoxious fairy Queen spun on her tiny heel and jabbed a finger at me. "So do you understand?! I’m Fairy Queen Titania, and I’ve been around since the creation of the world itself. Therefore, respect and serve me... or I’ll punch your skull in!"

Bratty. She’s bratty.

But God, she’s extremely cute. Like a cute school delinquent. What creature gets this adorable?

The way she puffed out her tiny chest, with her butterfly wings flapping behind her like an angry eagle chick, and her violet eyes narrowed in what she clearly believed was a menacing glare—but it was just lovely to watch.

Her frilly dress fluttered with every dramatic gesture, with the skirt so short it revealed the smooth lines of her childish thighs whenever she moved too fast.

"Wh-Why are you looking at me like that?!" she lashed out, catching me staring.

"Ah, s-sorry," I scratched the back of my neck, slight heat creeping up my face. "You’re like ethereal cute, and I was just wondering how that was even possible. Ahaha..."

"...Eh..." Titania froze, with her big eyes widening and her pupils enlarging. A flush spread across her pale cheeks, turning them rose-petal pink. "C-Cute? Ehhhh?"

...So easy?!

Maybe I should use this chance to win her favor.

"Of course!" I chirped, leaning forward slightly with my best disarming smile—the one that usually worked on Ayane, and even Tama, when they were grumpy. "You know, even at the summit, I couldn’t help but steal glances at your adorable face. Could it be, that adorableness is one of your super powers?"

"Ehehe! Is that so?" The blush deepened, but her eyes sparkled with delight. "I knew someone was peeping at me there, so it was you?" She clasped her hands together under her chin, with her wings fluttering happily.

Liar!

I hadn’t even noticed her much at the summit beyond the casual stripping incident.

But hey, the flattery was working miracles.

She continued, with her fingers twisting together nervously, and her cheeks still flaming. "Well, I’m not just an easy woman, I’ll have you know. B... Before you get under my skirt, you must first prove yourself!"

"...Huh?" her words struck me like a brick, and I blinked. "Under your... skirt? Wh-Why are we suddenly talking about skir—"

"What’s with that clueless face now?!" Titania’s blush suddenly went nuclear, as she stomped one tiny foot on the leaf, making it rebound slightly. "Did you think I’ll just allow myself get ravaged like that?! Do you think I’m that fox harlot, Sakura?"

"Ah, no, I don’t even know what’s happenin—"

"Perhaps Shishi-no-su may have fucked the remaining common sense you have," she interrupted me, suddenly dropping into vulgar territory that sounded absurd coming from such a small, frilly package. "But over here, if you really, REALLY want to have my body, you will have to work for millennia. And you might still not get it."

"You sound smug about that, but aren’t you just mean?" I mumbled, as I watched her push out her tiny chest in pride, with her hands on hips, and her chin lifting defiantly.

Tsk. So cute.

"Well... since you begged me so much—