Elemental Summoner 1 D. Levesque (beach read .txt) 📖

something, but instead she coughs, turning over and spitting up blood. Holy crap, did my spear go through her? I quickly reach for her chest, looking for an entry wound to cover so she doesn’t bleed out, but instead, my palm meets smooth and warm skin, with no hole that I can see. Then I notice I have my hand on her breast, just above her nipple, which I now see has somehow popped out during her fall.

I blurt out, “Sorry,” before hurriedly backing away from her. “I thought my spear went into you, and I was trying to cover up the hole so you would not bleed out,” I tell her lamely.

The Elf looks at me oddly but doesn’t answer me. She sits up and spits up more blood again on the ground beside her, before looking back at me.

“You are not disgusted by touching me?” she asks me finally.

“No, why the hell would I be disgusted by touching a beautiful Elf?” I ask her. Oh shit, did I just blurt that out? “And hmm. You might want to cover up,” I tell her, pointing to her chest and trying not to stare.

Her right breast is still sticking out of its leather armor, which honestly looks more like a leather swimsuit with a split down the middle. It’s more like a corset with her stomach exposed, but her sides covered. When I looked at her when she was passed out earlier today, her back had been exposed as well. It’s a pretty odd choice for armor, if you ask me.

“You do not find this repugnant?” she asks me, pointing to her exposed breast and nipple. I can’t help but look at it again since she is pointing at it, and it is kind of sticking out.

“Why would I find that repugnant?” I ask her, confused. Am I missing something?

“Because you are human,” she says as if that explains everything.

“What? And?” I ask her, needing a shit ton more clarification than just ‘because you are human. As if that would tell me everything?

She looks at me strangely again but doesn’t answer. Suddenly she gets up and moves quickly until she is sitting in front of me, her knees almost touching me.

“Give me your hand,” she asks me slowly, sounding unsure.

Not understanding why she wants my hand, I place it out for her to take. But she doesn’t take it at first. Instead, she looks up at my face, searchingly. What is she looking for? Then, without warning, she grabs it and pulls me towards her, placing my hand, palm open, on her nipple.

“What the hell!” I say, getting up quickly and snatching my hand away from her.

“See! You are disgusted by me!” she says triumphantly.

“I am not disgusted by you,” I tell her defensively. “It’s just that where I come from, women don’t usually go around grabbing men’s hands and placing them on their exposed tits,” I explain to her.

“Prove it,” she says sharply, staring at me hard with those two amazing cerulean blue eyes.

“What?” I ask her, and now it’s my turn to look at her oddly.

“Prove it,” she repeats, patting the ground in front of her that I had just vacated.

“All right,” I tell her slowly, uncertain of what the hell she means. How am I going to prove it?

Sitting down in front of her again, I look at her and wait. She scoots forward until our knees touch, but I don’t move. At first, she simply stares at my face. After sitting like that for a good thirty seconds, she leans towards me and places her hands on my legs. She keeps leaning into me, towards my face. I just swallow but don’t move. She stares at me again, as if searching my face for something—no clue what.

Gradually, she leans her face towards me until our noses almost touch. Hell, she’s close enough to kiss. Without thinking about it, I lean forward as well, and our lips touch. Her eyes widen in shock, and she pulls back.

“You truly do not find me disgusting at all?” she says in an awed and confused voice.

“Yeah, sorry about the kiss. I couldn’t help it. It’s not often that I get a beautiful Elf in front of me who is so close I can kiss her. Please accept my apology,” I tell her, blushing at my actions.

Chapter Six

“This makes no sense,” she says, bewilderment on her face.

“What makes no sense Leeha? Can I call you Leeha?” I ask her.

Nodding absently, she continues and repeats, “You are human,” as if that explains it.

“All right. Let’s pretend, Leeha, for some odd reason that I have no clue what you mean when you say ‘you are human’ as a reason why I should find you disgusting, all right?” I tell her.

“But, you are human?” she says, looking at me as if for confirmation.

“I think I am human,” I tell her. “Do I look human?”

“What? Of course you look human. What else would you be?” Leeha asks me with a frown.

I tell her with a sigh, “Yes. I am human.” I might as well go with that since I didn’t know there were other actual unique races in this world before God sent me here. It makes sense that he kept me human. It would have felt weird going from Human to, well, an Elf, or something more exotic, presuming there are more exotic things here.

“So, I assume from your reactions that humans don’t like Elves?” I ask her.

“Not just Elves,” she tells me, looking at me to see if I am being facetious. “All other races that aren’t human.”

“Oh, there are other races other than humans and Elves?” I ask her, brightening up at her words. Oh my God! There are other races here! What are they?

Leeha tilts her head. “Were you hit in the head?”

“What?” I ask her, perplexed.

“How can you forget there are six dominant races and then all the monster races,” Leeha snorts at me.

“Let’s assume I did hit my