Готовый перевод Его не звали, но он приперся / They never called, yet he is here: Манга_мажор

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Nowhere. The Systems Server Room.

"And why? Why'd you take HK Manga away from that brat and wipe the effects of it from him and his companions? That was fun!"

"Listen, you joker! We're not having fun here, by the way! This is serious. A lot of people have put a lot of money into the betting pool on whether or not this Hero can handle the Yoke. And an even bigger pile - on how far he will be able to advance in his attempts."

"So what?"

"You're asking, “so what?” So that. To not just solve such a supertask but to just not quit doing it, you need to be obsessed with the goal. And if all his will and mind will be spent on secretly licking elven feet, he will have no strength left for Yoke in principle. And a VERY large number of people will be extremely upset. I would even say deadly. And they'll want to know who ruined it for them. So I'm officially warning you: if I have even a shred of evidence that you gave him the manga, or that you even tried to interfere in any way with his or his companions' fate, your only administrative duty for the next couple of eternities will be cleaning toilets. With your tongue. And note that this will be an act of the highest kindness on my part because otherwise, you will go into the toilet bowl Too many and too sharp claims will appear to you. Including those who sit in their own offices in the Administration. Do you understand?"

"I got it, I got... And honestly, it wasn't me, I swear! I swear on anything!"

"Well, I don't know. You've had fails before. But for now-- for now! - I'll keep my mouth shut. It's not worth bringing it out in the open. Go on. And remember my warning."

** (being alone) **

Not you, not you. I did. Using your secret account, golden boy. And any check will definitely point to you, and only you. And then even your connections won't be able or willing to cover for you. In the meantime, we'll see how you behave. If you're good, I'll give you one last chance.

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"Aaaaaaah!!!! ...! ...! ...! ...!"
"Take it easy. What happened?"
"Remember that Ultimate Hero?"
"Uh-huh. Did he do some bullshit again?"
"Again?! Again?! He crashed the Alurean server!!!"
"That can't be. It's got seven firewalls, not to mention all the other defenses!
"He dropped it like that! He broke into the server room and dropped a rack with a server, router, uninterruptible power supply, backup server, backup system, and other equipment into the deepest levels of the Shadow Plan. All the equipment was dead! And then he disappeared. And now we don't even know what's going on on Alurea.
"Fuck! One good thing is, we won't need any vaseline, because we're gonna be dry-fucked.
"You're an optimist."
"Imagine for a moment what they'd do to Inner Security. And you'll realize that you and I have reason to be optimistic."
"Yeah, when you look at it that way, it really could be worse."
"All right. Let's go to the chief. It's best to report these things personally and as soon as possible."

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After the restoration ritual, everyone in the team forgot about such a thing as free time. It was their permanent leader who worked the hardest, running around the Eternal, collecting mirror shards, destroying the bookmarks and hiding places. The other members of the team did not sit idle either. It so happened that all of them had acquired various possessions during their stay in the capital of the Eternal Empire. From the useful to the outright junk. The problem was that each of the team members had their own notions of “junk” and “useful thing”. And while for Losius his books were definitely “useful”, for Taria they were definitely useless ballast. The same way for the Duelist “junk” were a dozen and a half of her dresses and many other elements of a woman's closet, with which she strongly disagreed.

The blade dancer bit her lip as she looked around the bed, wondering what would be sacrificed and what would be saved. Because one pesky long-eared cow was adamant: she needed silk to dispose of the mirror shards. And most of the clothes she bought were made of this expensive, but so pleasant to the touch fabric. The most frustrating thing was that she had never worn almost half of them. Taking the red and gold silk dress in her hands, Taria ran her palm over it sadly. How could she throw such a lovely thing away? It was good for Losius, he had been well off since childhood and could dress nicely. He still does, by the way, sometimes dressing much brighter than anyone else in their squad. She, on the other hand, had only been able to afford to buy and wear nice things after she met Tin, and not immediately, but only in the Eternal Empire. No fair!

For a few minutes, Taria lamented the unfairness of the universe and began sorting through her belongings. It was heartbreaking, but she still managed to sort out about a third of the things that could be sacrificed. After another ten minutes of sheer torture, only two dresses and two sets of underwear remained on the bed, which she absolutely refused to part with. Grabbing the rest of her clothes in an armful, with a disgruntled expression, Taria made her way down to the ground floor, where Tia was concentrating on growing baskets from a scattering of wood chips. Dumping her belongings on the table in front of her, she said sarcastically:

"You know, Tia, if you wanted to see me without my clothes on, you could have found an easier way to make it happen. Like just ask me."

The Dark Druidess did not take her eyes off the basket growing in front of her eyes and said in a calm voice:

"Taria, companion of mine, if I want to see you naked, I'll let you know right away."

"Oh, I'll look forward to it," the former bandit and current hooligan said playfully.

"I don't doubt it for a moment. In the meantime, to brighten your wait, I'll ask you to fetch a sealed jug of alchemical fire potion from Tin's room. He keeps it in the cupboard on the top shelf, the jug itself is black with a red pattern. As soon as Tin returns with the mirror shards, we'll start disposing of them right away so we don't waste any time."

"Sure. In the meantime, if you want, you can pick out some of my outfits, since you like them so much."

"Las, stop distracting the hum... ah, elf, from her work and go do something useful!" Hans' voice was disgruntled, but his eyes sparkled with amusement.

With a hum, Taria turned around and headed to the first floor, to Tin's room. Once inside, she looked around. The first thing that caught her eye was the stocking sticking out from under the bed. Huh, and she was looking for it, by the way! Men... After picking up the lost item, Taria walked over to the wardrobe where Tin kept his magic and alchemical paraphernalia. The first thing she found inside was her nightgown. Damn it, she'd asked him if he'd seen it! She'd thought she'd forgotten it at their last rental house! Hanging her shirt on her arm, and mentally promising to tell Tin what she thought the next time she was in his bedroom, Taria began to search the wardrobe. Surely there would be some of her other things in there.

After looking through the drawers and finding her second stocking in one of them, the former bandit began to look at the bags in the wardrobe. One contained only vials of potions, the second was full of Tin's clothes, and the third contained a couple of shards of mirrors wrapped in rags. So, what's this? Frowning, Taria put the mirror wrappings aside and unfolded the scroll that had been in her bag for some reason. Wow! The scroll was a rolled-up thin book with a painted cover. It depicted a tall, attractive woman in her thirties, wearing a dark maroon, luxurious dress, with thick red hair in a high style, and breasts one and a half times larger than Taria's own. She was cradling a young boy in expensive clothes with an affectionate expression. The boy's face just reached her breasts. He literally drowned in the neckline of her dress while she stroked his head affectionately. The boy was also hugging her tightly. And his hands were resting below her back. ‘The Power of a Mother's Love Works Wonders,’ Taria read slowly. What a title, who came up with that? Probably some snotty book for pampered aristocratic girls. Where did Tin get it from?

But upon opening the first page, Taria quickly realized she had jumped to conclusions. First of all, the book was a collection of pictures with a general plot and only occasional text. The story itself was quite simple, but not bad. A rich elderly aristocrat, after the death of his wife, married a second time. The marriage was calculated, and he had no warm feelings for his new young wife, nor did she for him. But his only young son, who reminded her of his dead younger brother, was very much liked by his new stepmother. The fact that she was almost twice his age older than he was didn't bother her. As well as the fact the boy, at first, was extremely hostile to her because he loved his mother and believed that the stepmother was only interested in her father's money. But the woman was not so simple, and quickly figured out how to tie the boy to herself. With a small change of make-up, hairstyle, and wardrobe she already looks like the late mother of the boy. A drop of aphrodisiac in perfume, a drop in a glass of drink, a few one-on-one ‘’accidental encounters‘’ in the cramped corridors of the manor. Gradually, without realizing it, the boy began to see her as his late mother. And she began to smoothly transform his sonly love into a carnal one.

In the end, youth took its course, and he ended up fucking her in his parents' bedroom, after drugging his father with sleeping pills. During the process, he called her ‘’Mom‘’ and demanded to promise that she would never leave him again and would never leave him alone. When he came, he burst into tears, burying his face into her DD-sized chest, and the woman began to comfort him affectionately, just like a little boy.

After that, he tried to get into his stepmother's panties whenever he had the opportunity. The woman encouraged this in every possible way, as she began to feel maternal feelings for him. The spice was added by the fact they were forced to hide all this from the boy's father. It all ended with the fact that the stepmother expectedly got knocked up by her young lover. Fortunately for them, everything was blamed on the old man-daddy, who slept with the young wife a couple of times and caused a quiet hysteria in the boy who was unable to prevent it. Fortunately for him, the old man-father soon died, leaving his heir with an estate, a fortune, and a wife who was not the youngest, but who sincerely loved his stepson. On the last page, the newly pregnant stepmother was breastfeeding her infant, looking unhappily over her shoulder at the impatient boy who had pulled up her dress and joined her from behind, one hand caressing her belly and the other pawing at her free breast.

When she finished reading or rather looking through the book, which had a little over thirty pages Taria whistled contentedly. That was a normal book! The plot, of course, was a bit silly from her point of view, but it was beautifully drawn. Especially the bed scenes were beautifully drawn. She wondered if Tin had more books like this. Why hadn't he shown it to her before? Hmm, who's the author? Hentai King. That's a weird name.

"Taria! Did you fall asleep in there?!"

Hans' shout from the ground floor caused the blade dancer to startle.

"I'm coming!"

Putting the book back in Tin's bag, she grabbed the jug of potion and hurried downstairs where work was in full swing.

"What took you so long? Are you lost?"

"No, I just found some more silk for our recycling specialist. Here you go, a nice nightgown. You can keep it if you want."

The Dark Druidess, who had already grown a dozen baskets, without being distracted from the process, said in an invariably calm voice:

"Thank you for the offer, but I regret to decline."

"I understand, yeah, it will be too big for you in one place. Or rather, in a couple of places..."

"Taria! Stop distracting the elf from her work, or she'll grow something wrong! If you don't know what to do, I'll quickly find work for you!"

Pouting defiantly, Taria turned around and went to help Hestia pack, who had a similar problem. But unlike Taria, she had a lot less clothes. As she helped her friend decide which items to keep and which to donate, the blade dancer turned her thoughts back to the illustrated book she'd found at Tin's place. It was a good picture book after all. And the story when you think about it, wasn't so bad. A seasoned and skilled woman and a young, unhappy boy who'd lost his mother. There's definitely something to it.

"I don't even know... They are both so beautiful. And I hardly wore them."

Hestia's voice distracted Taria from her vulgar thoughts for a moment.

"Keep the left one. It's more revealing. And Tin will definitely like it."

"Do you think so?"

"Sure! As soon as we get out of this town, we'll try it."

After a moment's hesitation, Hestia agreed with her and put the one she'd chosen aside, tossing the other into a pile on the floor. Then she took the next pair of dresses and looked questioningly at her companion. Taria was at first going to suggest keeping the white lace one, but then the second dark maroon one reminded her of the dress from the book, and she advised keeping it. She wondered how she would look in it. Hmm... She could fit into it, but she'd just have to loosen it as much as possible around her breasts.

"I don’t know, I still like white better…" Hestia said doubtfully.

“Hey, how about I take it for myself then?” Taria suddenly suggested.

"Take it, I don't mind. If you can fit it in."

"Thanks, friend! Don't worry, I'll find a space!"

Taking the dress in her hands, Taria enclosed it and went to the mirror. Ha, what, it's very similar! Her breasts are, of course, smaller than those of that drawn woman, but still not small. She still needs to change her hairstyle, and it will be almost identical. All that's left is to find a poor young aristocratic boy who has lost his mother.

"Girls, how long will you be there?" Losius's voice from the first floor made Taria almost jump up on the spot.

"Just a little more! Less than a third of the outfits left!" Hestia replied and turned to Taria.

"What do you think?"

"А? What? Oh, I'm sorry, I'm staring! Mmm. I like the left one more."

"Hm..."

While Hestia pondered the choice, Taria thought feverishly about a thought that had occurred to her. Losius would be a good fit. He wasn't that young, but he was also an aristocrat, and he'd lost his mother. And he was very upset about it. Hmm... What if we try to comfort him like in that book? No, she won't sleep with him, that's for sure, but just comforting him, helping him talk it out, easing his heartache... Why not? Tin, of course, would not approve of such a thing, but if to think about it, who would feel bad about it? Especially if no one finds out. Hmm... Once, just for fun! In fact, you could say it's helping out a comrade-in-arms!

Taria didn't notice that she'd finished sorting out Hestia's things and went down to the ground floor with her. There she handed a pile of clothes to a big-eared nag for sacrifice. Who immediately put them to work again, sending them out to place some special seeds all over the abandoned place. Like to reinforce another ritual designed to cover their tracks or something. Then another thing had to be done, and then another and another. By late afternoon. were so exhausted, including Hestia, that they went to bed almost exhausted. Except for Tin, who, having brought in a batch of mirrors, went straight off to get a new batch. It was just what Taria needed, though. After thinking it over once more, she went into action. Carefully, so as not to disturb anyone, she left the bed, leaving in its place the most stable and reliable illusion she was capable of. She wrapped herself as tightly and securely as possible in the illusion of invisibility, carefully put on Hestia's dark maroon dress, and tiptoed into Lossius's room, which he shared with Hans.

The Tracker and the Duelist had been preparing for bed and hadn't noticed her appearance. When she appeared out of nowhere in front of them, baring her breasts in advance, they had no time to react. It would have been hard for an enemy to get close to them like that, but Taria wasn't an enemy, and she didn't want to harm them, so they both kept their gut sense silent. On the contrary, she wanted to help. After ensuring that both companions were firmly under her hypnosis, she began the main part of the plan. First, she shrouded the entire room in an illusion, which was supposed to serve as at least some sort of defense against those who might try to look inside. After all, she had two psychic companions. But Tia was more tired than she was and was definitely asleep now, and Tin wasn't up to it, running all over the Eternal.

When she had finished with the illusion, she treated the tracker first. Hans yawned sweetly and went to sleep a moment later, not paying attention to anything. Losius sat on the bed with Taria and began to answer the questions quietly, keeping his eyes on her breasts. The questions took about ten minutes, after which Taria, smiling predatorily, began to quietly instruct the Duelist. He nodded with a goofy grin on his face, not taking his eyes off her tits. The former bandit finished her briefing, and she said in a satisfied voice:

"Do you remember everything, my sweet?"

"Yes..."

"Then, it's time for you to open your eyes."

The Duelist blinked in surprise a few times before his eyes opened wide:

"Mother? Is that you? But... how..."

"Hello, my sweet Losi. I missed you so much. You've grown up so much. You're all grown up now."

"Mama!"

With a muffled cry, Losii threw himself into his ‘mother's’ arms, burying his face in her chest. He cried quietly for several minutes, whispering how much he missed her, how much he missed her. She hugged him affectionately, stroking his head and whispering words of comfort and how proud she was of him, how glad she was that she had such a wonderful son. Gradually he calmed down and began to tell her what had happened to him in recent years. ‘Mummy’ listened to him attentively, stroked his head affectionately and smiled. At what moment Losius found himself lying with his head on her lap, he did not notice. It didn't matter. What mattered was that she was beside him again. Nothing else mattered. With a happy smile, the duelist did not notice how he fell asleep, and quite smiling ‘mum’ stroked him affectionately on the cheek. How cute he was turning out to be after all. She hadn't realized how much he loved his mother. Thinking back to her own family, Taria felt a small pang of jealousy. But that feeling was quickly replaced by the satisfaction of comforting and helping the poor boy talk. It was so unexpectedly gratifying. She hesitated for a second, then bared her breasts again and pressed a nipple to Losius' lips. Without waking up, he took it into his mouth and sucked on it.

Moaning quietly in pleasure, Taria squirmed contentedly. It felt so good! And so comforting! She truly felt like a caring mother, comforting her beloved son. Loved in every sense. How nice it would be to repeat everything like that book with him... No, that would be too much! She would never cheat on Tin under any circumstances! No! That's too much! She's already doing all this just to comfort her companion! Nothing more! Covering her eyes, she still let Losius suck on her breast for a few more minutes, enjoying his caressing lips and tongue, before gently putting the still awake Duelist to sleep. Covering him with the blanket, she whispered softly in his ear and kissed his cheek:

"Sleep well, my sweet Losi. Mummy will always be there for you now."

P.S. That's it for now. There's still an idea for a small interlude for this omak series, but the continuation of the hentai manga story will be after the characters get (I hope) out of Eternal. All the best to the author.

P.P.S. There are no lemons as such in this chapter, although it was originally intended. But then I figured the spot was already taken. I mean, Taria is saved in a way by Tin's processing of the Ring. Saves for now...

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Avada Kadavra: After reading the omake, I realized two things. One: Brinar is still just as awesome and is clearly better at writing PvP for Uncalled than I am. Second: I should check if Brinar nicked my writing in real life because getting into the character of the same Taria is a 10/10.

Thank you for your work, honorable.

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A short interlude to a series of omaks of a Hentai Manga.

An interlude without the lemons, written to shed some light on who, how, where, and why sent the manga. Well, and to amuse the Author, I hope :)

The day before the X day.

The Eternal Emperor is a very busy man. His day is scheduled not by the minute, but by the second. For several months in advance. It is not easy to get an audience with him, but with the right influence, it is quite possible. Organizing a meeting with such an influential person is a full-fledged court science and a very complex one. It requires extensive knowledge, the highest professional skills, and a certain amount of luck. And yet, there were enough people in Eternal who, for a certain amount of money or a certain return favor, could facilitate a meeting between the customer and the crowned person.

But an unscheduled audience is a completely different matter. To force the ruler of a huge empire to change his schedule, shifting other meetings, events, and conferences, causing hellish pain in the lower back of the courtiers who are forced to change this very schedule on the fly - that's a completely different matter. Very few humans and non-humans are capable of this. As a rule, something out of the ordinary must happen for this to happen. Not long ago, a similar case took place in Eternal, and its consequences will echo for a long time, without exaggeration, throughout the Empire. And not only it. In fact, it was precisely because of that case the Emperor gave the go-ahead for an unscheduled audience with the envoys from the Eternal Forest, which they suddenly asked for this morning. The negotiations with the pointy-eared Children of the Stars were long and tense but ended overall for the Empire of Ages with success in almost everything. In the end, the Second Prince, whose face even his parents can barely remember, was killed by their best hitelf. And largely through their fault. So the elves were squeezed out pretty well. That's why it's not entirely clear why they suddenly and persistently requested another audience when everything had already been discussed, agreed upon, and signed three times. However, everything will soon become known.

At the appointed time, second by second, the doors of the Imperial Palace's Reception Hall swung open and three elves entered. The Master of Ceremonies said loudly:

"Ardael of the House of the Night Tree, branches of the Blooming Lilac, inflorescences of the Eternal Bloom!"

A tall elf with long, straight, jet-black hair and snow-white skin, dressed in exquisite and elegant silver-green robes resembling a kind of mantle, performed a perfect Full Bow, according to all the points of etiquette. His two bodyguard companions, dressed in light ceremonial chainmail armor, repeated the Full Bow after him with absolute synchronicity. The Emperor, sitting in a high chair surrounded by a large retinue, only briefly nodded his head to indicate a bow. Ardael, the owner of level forty, the unusual class "Negotiator" and the epic "Emissary", was familiar to him from previous negotiations, where he acted as the first assistant of the Messenger of the Council of Hierarchs. His superior, like himself, was supposed to leave for the Eternal Forest the day before, but apparently, something delayed them. Something serious enough, since the elves used all their connections and opportunities to organize this meeting. Well, now we'll find out.

"I welcome the envoy of the Eternal Forest to my palace. What brings you here so suddenly?" the Emperor immediately got down to business, looking at the elves with cold politeness.

Somewhat to his surprise, Ardael said nothing, which caused a murmur of discontent among the courtiers. Instead, with an impenetrable expression on his aristocratic face, he gracefully removed a sealed tube from his belt and handed it to one of the Emperor's retinue responsible for correspondence. The latter, having accepted the tube, checked it with several amulets, and made sure there was no threat (his actions were simultaneously duplicated by the palace guards and agents of the Eyes), after which he carefully opened the tube and took out its contents, which turned out to be a small piece of parchment. When he saw it, he could not keep his face. His eyes widened, and his eyebrows shot up. For a few seconds, the Emperor's secretary tried to comprehend what he was seeing. Then he looked into Ardael's eyes. Not a single muscle twitched on the elf's face and he did not look away. Swallowing, the secretary gracefully handed the parchment to the Emperor.

Keeping a straight face is something that true aristocrats are taught from childhood. The Emperor was taught well. Not a single muscle moved on his face as he looked at what the secretary handed him for a few seconds. But among his retinue, who also had a good view of the contents of the parchment, not everyone was able to keep a straight face. Some were amazed, some turned purple with rage, and some even choked. But no one said anything, waiting for the Emperor's reaction. He carefully rolled the scroll into a tube and, raising it in his hand, asked:

"What is this?"

His voice was absolutely calm, as was his facial expression, but all the retinue and courtiers felt suddenly uneasy and wanted to be somewhere far away. Ardael calmly withstood the Emperor's gaze and said politely:

"The Messenger of the Eternal Forest, Alatriel, from the house of the Scarlet Tree, branch of the Red Rose, inflorescence of the Eternal Bloom, asked me to ask you exactly the same question when she received this message from your Personal Chancellery the previous evening."

After these words, a murmur ran through the retinue, which immediately died down as soon as the Emperor raised an eyebrow.

"Did I hear right, venerable Ardael? Did you receive THIS from My office?"

The Eternal Forest Emissary, again without saying a word, took an envelope of thick gray paper from the bag hanging on his belt and handed it to the Emperor's secretary. He examined it carefully, checked it with three different amulets, and swallowed nervously, but still managed to say loud in an even voice:

"The authenticity of all three seals is confirmed. Sender: Supreme Chancellery of His Imperial Majesty. Addressee: Messenger of the Eternal Forest, Alatriel, of the House of the Scarlet Tree, branches of the Red Rose, inflorescence of the Eternal Bloom. Supreme Urgency. Personal delivery."

For a few seconds, there was a very tense silence in the Audience Hall. Ardael and the Emperor stared at each other for a few seconds without blinking. Then the Emperor turned his head slightly to one of his retinue. The man, pale as chalk, shook his head. The Elf was not lying. Not a muscle moved on the Emperor's face as he said in a completely calm voice:

"I have heard your question, venerable Ardael. I guarantee that you will receive an answer to it tomorrow. If you have no other questions, you may be free."

"I have no other questions. I dare not take up any more of your time. Your Majesty."

Having performed the Full Bow, the elf turned around and calmly walked out of the hall, accompanied by his bodyguards. As soon as the doors slammed behind him the Emperor snapped his fingers. At that very moment, the Audience Hall was covered with three different protective barriers, almost completely isolating it from the rest of the palace. Simultaneously with the activation of the barriers, time in the hall accelerated its run, obeying the Will of the Emperor. Whose face instantly changed from calmly indifferent to one filled with wild rage. Crumpling the parchment, he threw it into the crowd of retinue and naturally growled:

"What is this?!"

His personal forty-fifth level Shackled, with only a single Bodyguard class of legendary grade, caught the parchment on the fly. Unfolding it, he said with an extremely serious expression:

"I could be wrong, but I think it's a Dick. At least it's drawn very similarly. Yeah, look, it says it right there, DICK. In big letters."

"Very funny, Artemius! It's fucking hilarious! Anyone else find it funny?"

No one was laughing. All the attendants were scared. Well, almost all of them. The last time the Emperor had been seen in such a frenzy was when he had received word of the sudden death of the Second Prince. Breathing heavily, he hissed, enunciating every word:

"Tomorrow. No later than noon. I expect a detailed report. With specific names. Who. Exposed. Me. An idiot. In front of. These. Bloody! SHARP EARS!!!"

Somewhere far away sneezed one Summoned without Shackles.

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A few hours later. In one of the securely isolated rooms of the Imperial Palace.

"Did she not receive our sumptuous gift that we had gone to such trouble to send her?"

"No."

"Sovereign will be displeased."

"Sad."

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