Chapter 165 21: World Summit! Fairies Trap!

Shortly after dinner, although Tessa was excited and wanted to take Zell to her room and have some deep "communications," her grandmother Evelyn said she needed to speak with him, and Zell was taken into a room that seemed to be a study.

'Damn old woman! I wanted to taste that wonderful pleasure! One day I will surpass you and enjoy my time with darling!' Tessa thought to herself as she dragged the cute Rika, who continued to eat the cold carrots in delight.

Zell stepped into the study and was immediately struck by its grandeur. "This room is quite amazing; look at all the strange books!" He exclaimed before checking some of the lower shelves' volumes.

"Ahem!" A  cough sounded before he could jump into a book named, "My temperamental fairy and me" Written by Eve-Lyn

Somehow the title and author's name were quite apt and familiar, but Zell didn't have the time to comment as he began to examine the entire study, finding that this mansion was far bigger than anything he could imagine.

The room was a magnificent display of Gothic style, with every detail carefully crafted to create a sense of awe and wonder.

The walls were adorned with intricate wood carvings depicting scenes from ancient folklore. Tapestries hung in between, each a work of art in its own right.

Zell found that the floor was made of polished wood, reflecting the warm glow of the chandelier that hung from the ceiling, an ornate masterpiece, with dozens of candles illuminating the room with a soft golden light.

A large wooden table dominated the room in the centre. It was massive, with room for several people to work comfortably around it. The table was strewn with various documents and books, some open, some closed, and all in various stages of use.

Scrolls were piled high on one end, their edges curling slightly from use. Quills and inkwells littered the surface, along with small figurines and other curiosities.

Along the walls were numerous bookshelves, each lined with books of various shapes and sizes. Some were leather-bound, with intricate designs embossed into the covers.

Others were simple cloth-bound volumes, their pages yellowed with age.

Zell didn't recognise many books written in languages, but he knew they were valuable to the owner.

Small trinkets and figurines dotted the shelves, some made of crystal, others of bronze or silver. Each one seemed to tell a story, and Zell wondered at their significance. He couldn't help but feel a sense of reverence for the collection of knowledge and artefacts that surrounded him.

In the corner of the room sat the silver-haired fairy, Evelyn. She was sitting in a comfy executive chair near the distant window, her delicate fingers flipping through the pages of a thick leather-bound tome. As Zell approached her, she looked up and smiled warmly.

"Hello, Zell," she said. "make yourself comfortable; fufu, you look so nervous!"

Zell bowed respectfully before taking a seat across from her. "It's an honour to be here, Evelyn," he replied.

Evelyn leaned forward, placing the book on the table. "I have an important request to make of you, Zell. The world is changing, and we must be prepared for what lies ahead. That's why I need you to attend a world summit with my daughter Alizée!"

Zell was taken aback. "A world summit? May I ask what that is?"

Her eyes rolled as if talking about those guys was tedious and annoying; kicking her feet down on the table, she looked at Zell seriously before telling him about the world summit.

It seemed to be an organisation built with the world's hidden powers, fronted by the known world's government to decide on how to deal with external threats and internal disputes.

Evelyn's expression was grave. "With the various hidden powers of the world. Mages, warriors, and others with long-standing histories. They all have important knowledge to share, and we need to work together to face the challenges that those bastards pose to us.."

Zell considered her words carefully. "What kind of challenges?"

Evelyn hesitated for a moment before answering. "There are forces at work that seek to upset the balance of power in the world. We need to be prepared for whatever may come."

Zell nodded slowly, understanding the gravity of the situation. "I'll do it. I'll attend the summit with you."

"Thank you, Zell. Your presence will be greatly appreciated." Evelyn smiled, a glimmer of relief in her eyes.

"Ahhh~ It's so exhausting to pretend to be serious! Right, little Zell?" Evelyn laughed as she pulled a small bottle of single malt scotch from her drawer and snapped the lid open, drinking it like an old man.

Zell rose from his seat, his mind racing about what lay ahead. He knew that the summit would be daunting, if not annoying if the drunken words of Alizée were anything to go by, but he was also aware that he didn't have a choice as he had already accepted the task.

And yet, despite the many things that troubled him, Zell still felt excited at the prospect of the summit. 'I wonder what kind of idiots will be there! I cannot wait!'

"Now, let's see what we can find in these books…."

***

"Tessa, Tessa!" Alizée called out in a loose evening gown, looking completely different from herself earlier that night as she lunged forward and rubbed her face against Tessa, the latter who flinched before she lost to her mother's mere strength, almost pushed into the wall and crushed by the huge melons and abs of Alizée.

"M-mother... I am going to die!" Tessa begged as she began to lose her breath, tapping on her intoxicated mother's back, the fluffy and delighted woman just smiling at her daughter; a fluffy atmosphere much like Elizé showed when seeing Zell the first time.

"But, Mommy… I want to spend more time with Zell, you know." Tessa pouted, only to be smacked in the face by her mother's ample bosom. "Ow!"

Alizée giggled as she grabbed the smaller girl's hand and led her towards the bed, sitting together as her blushed face looked cute; Alizée was the spitting image of Tessa, just with different hair and eye colour; one golden, the other silver.

"I like that boy~ he's very handsome and strong! When I first met him, I saw you on the ground, mistook him for an intruder, and attacked him~ fufu." Did mother tell you?

"Mother!!" This was the first time Tessa heard anything of the sort. As she began to feel shocked, Zell never mentioned anything about it.

Her mother began to lean back, her massive tits swaying as her loose nightgown did nothing to support or hide them as she thought back.

"Hehe~ he deflected my attack, although not fully he survived then tried to fight back~ ah~ it's been so many years since a man tried to fight against me with his strength and nearly won... I got so excited!"

"Mommy! Don't steal my husband!" Tessa protested, shaking her head. But Alizée's eyes were far away, remembering a past she once treasured.

"Fufu~ I'm sure you wouldn't mind, dear~," Alizée said, licking her lips in anticipation.

"Didn't grandmother tell you? Fairies like to share~ so let me lend your cute Zell for a few years!"

Thud! A pillow slammed into the face of Alizée as Tessa pouted before beating her up with the pillow; Alizée didn't fight back, only flopping down onto the bed as she rolled around before getting comfy.

"Stingy~ I will just sneak a taste then, fufu!" Alizée said with a giggle as she licked her pink lips before flopping down, her huge body taking up most of the bed as Tessa struggled to move her mother aside, looking at the spare bed occupied by a naked rabbit with her ass in the air and snoring.

Tessa could only curl into a small ball and whimper while Alizée laughed loudly. "You're such a good sport, Tessa~."

"Ugh…" Tessa groaned, pulling a blanket over the both of them. Although it wasn't enough as Alizée's heavy breasts pressed against her, the thick scent of alcohol and cigarettes filled her nose; before almost being smothered alive by her mother's tits.

"Sleep well~" Alizée whispered.

Tessa sighed and drifted off to sleep, too exhausted from the day to be angry.

"Zzzz." Alizée began to snore loudly as she stole the quilt from Tessa when she got comfy.

It was midnight inside the mansion; Zell finished his daily conversations with all the cute girls in his life; the moment he finished the call with Elizabeth as they booked the morning meeting as always to be at 10 am, he walked across the second-floor landing of the mansion.

"Uhm... where am I?"

Zell was lost; he found that since speaking to the girls, he began to wander across the hallways; it wasn't extremely huge to get lost that easily; but his focus was on each of the girls; Anya insisted on a video call while Cynthia began to undress mid-call, showing Zell the wonderful image of her huge marshmallow globes.

'Damn, these women have caused me to get lost; let me think... Tessa said her room had a red door. Or was it pink... I cannot remember... Oh? There's a red door; let's enter it and see!'

He walked forwards with a quiet step, enjoying the sight from the huge windows, stepping along the soft black carpet and watching the brilliant moonlight.

A few moments later, he arrived at the red door; he didn't knock, thinking it would be fine as Tessa was with Rika.

Creak! The door opened slowly with a loud creak; a moment later, his vision adapted to the darkness and saw an amazing sight; at the same moment, her eyes locked with his.

The woman gave her body a slight shake, her voluptuous body swaying and bouncing with her movements before she licked her pink lips, sitting back on the bed and parting her thick, meaty thighs to show a slight hair but wonderous passage.

"How? Do you like my fairy circle? Would you like to enter it, destroy it, with that brutal weapon in your pants?"

Elizé smiled seductively at him, swaying her hand as the door slammed shut, locking tightly with several magic locks.

"Come, you are going to help me tonight. Your future grandmother~ come on, little Zell, give it a little lick, okay?" She pointed between her hips, spreading her legs wider with a devilish grin.