The System Sent Me to Breed an All-Female Amazon Tribe-Chapter 110: Fairy Dicks Are Small; Roselyn Wants to Try a Human’s

As Benjamin and the dark-skinned fairy made a fuss near the mouth of the training area, some fairies inside the training area lightly conversed among themselves, with their voices ringing softly over the mossy platform like whispers on the wind.

"Huh...? Claire, what is that big blue cloud up there," a dark-haired fairy with straight insect wings asked, pointing upward with one slender finger.

Her wings gave a small, puzzled flutter as she squinted into the sky afar.

The one she called Claire followed the gesture, tilting her head back until her short, cleanly cut hair brushed the nape of her neck.

"Where?" she asked, then spotted it. "Oh... there. I can see it now."

Then Claire frowned slightly. "That’s... definitely a cloud. And a huge one, too. It’s also covering a pretty wide radius; it looks big enough to fill a slightly big hall, or maybe even more."

"Do you think Queen Titania is trying to create another time of the day?" Clay asked, with her medium-length hair swaying as she leaned forward for a better view. "We only have day and night here, after all. No dawn or dusk, and twilight doesn’t last for a few seconds. Maybe she’s bored and wants to add something?"

Claire shook her head slowly, with her eyes still fixed on the distant blue haze. "I don’t think so. The magical sun isn’t meant to do anything weird like that. And besides, if Her Majesty wanted a new phase, she’d probably announce it with fireworks or something dramatic, right? That thing feels different. Almost like it’s not even hers."

Clay crossed her arms, as her wings buzzed once in thought. "Then what? Some kind of spell practice? Or maybe one of the elders is testing a new barrier? It’s not something dangerous right?!"

Claire’s gaze drifted downward again, sweeping across the platform until it landed on Benjamin and the small group he was with—Roselyn still bowing repeatedly and Isabelle standing with her usual calm poise.

"Calm down, if anything happens, Queen Titania would save the day." she murmured, "But, I don’t know," "Don’t you think that cloud up there feels like that blue-eyed person talking with Roselyn? Look at him. He’s got that same faint blue glow around him sometimes, like aura. Maybe it’s connected to him being here."

"The human doll?" Clay followed her line of sight, with her eyes narrowing. "Queen Titania’s new toy... You think he’s gathering his aura and hanging it up in the sky or something? Hey, isn’t that impossible?"

"It is, at least not something a doll should be able to do," Claire said quietly. "aura is conceptual. It’s not something one can grasp or control, like magic power. If he is actually doing that, then he is a monster!"

***

Roselyn kept apologizing, over and over, for playing with Benjamin’s dick and thinking he was a homunculus, even after he said it was okay.

She wrung her hands together again, with her golden eyes wide and earnest.

"I’m really, really sorry! I didn’t mean to grab it like that. I just... I thought you were one of those illusion dolls our Queen sometimes brings in to show off. They look so real sometimes, you know? And they never reacted when I touched them. But you’re... you’re real. And I touched you inappropriately. Please, forgive me." 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

Benjamin waved his hands quickly, his cheeks still flushed from the earlier handling. "It’s okay, I said. There was no harm done, and I know you didn’t mean anything bad. I think. I hope."

"A-Are you sure?" Roselyn asked again, tilting her head, with her braid swinging. "Like... really sure? I feel awful here. I mean, I literally just... grabbed it right there. In front of everyone."

He nodded genuinely, forcing a small and awkward smile. "Sure, I’m sure. By the way, my name is Benjamin Mark, but just call me Benjamin. It’s nice to meet you."

Roselyn then straightened slowly, relief washing over her features like sunlight breaking through clouds, as she realized she wasn’t hated.

"Okay... Benjamin." She tested the name, letting it roll off her tongue. "My name is Roselyn. I’m Isabelle’s younger sister..."

Then her gaze quickly and involuntarily flicked downward to his crotch again, before snapping back to his face, a small blush creeping across her brown cheeks. "Y-You have a wonderful face, Benjamin. Can we be friends?"

At Roselyn’s statement, Isabelle’s eyebrow twitched.

She snapped a little, with her voice calm but edged with unmistakable warning.

"What is that supposed to mean, Roselyn?" then she took a deep breath and exhaled. "Have you become so pent-up you have lost your senses? We have a guest here, not a toy."

"Ahaha! Captive, you mean." Benjamin lightly corrected.

"But..." Roselyn said, now defensively, though her tone turned sultry as she glanced at Benjamin again. "Fairy dicks are so small; I want to try a human’s. Just once, for scientific reasons."

At her bold declaration, Benjamin turned away quickly to some random vine dangling nearby, pretending to study its glowing buds with intense fascination. But his ears were red, as if on fire.

"My apologies, Benjamin," Isabelle furrowed her brows, but said calmly, as her tone carried a mild sigh of long-suffering exasperation. "She is not always like this. Trust me, when I throw her into the Sex Vines, she shall calm down. It’s very effective for sexual offenders."

"Eep! Anything but that!" Roselyn showed real traumatic fear, her wings buzzing in frantic panic. She waved both hands wildly. "S-Sorry, Isabelle! I was kidding, KIDDING! Don’t take me to Sex Vines. I beg you, I’ll behave."

"Then please, act normal and stop embarrassing me," Isabelle replied evenly. "...And stop staring at our guest’s crotch like it’s honeyed."

"Fine, fine." Roselyn pouted but nodded vigorously. "I’ll be good."

They had a little chat about why Benjamin was there.

And he explained to them—haltingly in the first place, while scratching chin with one finger—that he was truly kidnapped by their queen.

It made Roselyn burst into laughter, covering her mouth with one hand.

"Kidnapped? By Her Majesty? That’s not something simple, even for Queen Titania, to forcefully teleport a person. You must have an incredibly weak resistance to spatial influence. Like... embarrassingly weak. No offense, though."

[Offense taken!]

"Stop laughing at him!" Isabelle rebuked her sister, but still nodded gravely. "Though, it’s not an appropriate state to be in, Benjamin. You ought to develop your spatial resistance quickly, or some really bad people could take you.

"There are entities out there like, demons, rogue mages, or even bored gods who specialize in snatching god-touched individuals like yourself. If your defenses are that porous, you will well-nigh be a sitting duck."