Harem System In A fantasy World

Chapter 474: Quality time with Isla *

Even though they were going to stay here, Elion still wanted Isla to be as comfortable as possible. Unfortunately, the workshop was far too empty for that sort of thing.

There were no soft surfaces they could use as a bed, only tables, platforms, workstations, and a few strange devices that were probably better left untouched until they both understood what they actually did.

Elion looked around for a few seconds. Then he sighed.

In the end, he gently took Isla’s hand and pulled her along toward one of the wide platforms near the wall.

"Come on."

Isla followed him quietly.

The platform was smooth, clean, and wide enough to sit on comfortably, though it was still colder and harder than he would have liked. Elion glanced at it, then frowned slightly.

"This will not do."

Isla blinked. Before she could ask what he meant, Elion raised his hand.

A soft layer of water formed above the platform, spreading out like a thin mattress before stabilising under his control.

Then, with another thought, he wove a layer of warm mana through it, giving it a gentle firmness and warmth that made the surface far more comfortable than bare metal or stone.

Isla’s eyes widened as she watched the rippling surface of solid water. "You can use water magic like that?"

Elion smiled. "Seems so."

At the same time, a notification from the system chimed in the periphery of his vision. [Your comprehension of water magic has improved!]

’Oh, that’s surprising.’

Just now, Elion had acted on a sudden idea.

If water magic could be used to form ice by changing its state and structure, then why could it not be used to create something softer as well?

Instead of focusing on the cold, solid feeling he usually reached for when forming ice, why not do the opposite?

He could stitch the outer layers of a water bubble together tightly enough that they would not break apart, while keeping the core of the layer springy and soft.

He had not actually expected it to work, nut to think he had succeeded. Not only that, but the implications were enough to make a spark of excitement rise in his chest.

’I would bet my lucky stars that I can do the same with other forms of magic as well.’

He also wondered whether he could improve the softness further, or adjust the structure to make it harder instead.

In other words, he could play around with the properties of water itself.

As long as his control was precise enough, then magic was far more versatile than he, or anyone else, had ever considered.

Isla looked at the strange, flat water cushion and placed her small hands on it to test it out.

A look of surprise flashed across her face when she felt how plush the surface had become. "Wow," she exclaimed softly. "This is amazing!"

She looked up at him with sparkling, lovestruck eyes. "This is... surprisingly thoughtful."

Elion raised a brow. "Surprisingly?"

Her cheeks turned red. "I did not mean it like that."

Elion chuckled gently. "I know."

He helped Isla sit onto the edge of the platform, her hands nervously resting on her lap. Elion crouched in front of her and pulled both her hands into his own, holding them softly within his palms.

"How does it feel?" He asked.

"Well... It feels odd to sit on, mostly because it’s so soft; it feels like I’m about to sink into it."

"So it’s too soft...." Elion muttered with a thoughtful look. "That’s a good thing then?"

"I guess."

"Let us start by getting rid of your dress first," Elion said with a gentle smile.

Isla blushed deeply, but after a brief hesitation, she nodded. "Un."

Elion reached out carefully, his fingers finding the fastenings of her dress and hooking into them.

Isla lowered her gaze, her lashes trembling slightly as she sat there on the warm cushion of water. "Elion..."

"Yes?"

"D-Do not look at me too much."

Elion’s lips twitched. What was he supposed to do, wear a blindfold?

"That may be difficult." Her face turned a crimson shade of red, and she gave him a small, embarrassed glare.

Elion chuckled softly and leaned closer, pressing a light kiss against her forehead. "You are beautiful, Isla. There is no need for you to feel embarrassed about your naked body. I will probably be seeing you naked a lot of times from now on, so you might as well get used to it." He laughed.

She didn’t say anything this time, and instead, waited for him to undress her upper body. There was no going back now.

One by one, he helped loosen the dress until it slipped from her shoulders, slowly revealing the smooth skin hidden beneath.

Isla’s shoulders trembled slightly, but she did not stop him.

When the fabric finally fell all the way down to her waist, leaving her in nothing but her plain white bra stitched with blue thread, Isla slowly cupped her small covered breasts with her two hands.

The action brought a smile to his face. If she felt so vulnerable with just her bra on, he couldn’t wait to see her reaction when she was completely naked.

He slowly shimmied her out of her silky dress, letting it fall to the floor just below her smooth, small legs, and now she was just in her white underwear, which had blue lace ribbons fastened on either side of her waist.

The material of both her bra and panties was made from cotton, and it was very cute and most definitely very comfortable.

Isla had a very soothing floral scent wafting off her toward him. He didn’t know what kind of soap she used to bathe herself, or if she used any perfumed fragrances to adorn herself, but he liked her scent.

It was not usually so strong.

Perhaps because he was so focused on her now, the faint, sweet scent surrounding Isla seemed to smother his senses.

The parts of her skin that were exposed were beautiful, especially those he was seeing properly for the first time.

Her soft thighs, the uncovered upper part of her mounds, her stomach, the cute little belly button, her slim, slender waist.

"Y-You are staring too much!" Isla suddenly complained when she noticed that Elion had been drinking in the sight of her for a bit too long.

Elion shrugged and placed his hands gently on her impossibly soft thighs.

"And why would I not?" he asked shamelessly. "A half-naked, incredibly beautiful lady is sitting before me, waiting to give away her innocence to me. If I do not appreciate the sight, the gods might have to question my manhood."

The sudden compliment caught her completely off guard. Her face and ears became painfully hot, and for a moment, she did not know where to look.

Elion certainly had a way with words when he wanted to.

He could be very cheesy and shameless too, but Isla was not used to this sort of thing, and that only made every word strike her heart even harder.

Everything he said and did seemed to make her heart race and thunder in her chest, almost like it would leap out at any moment.

The stupid butterflies flying around in her stomach certainly did not make the situation any better.