Chapter 21: Is that a head?

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Chapter 21 of "Reincarnated Into A World Of Elves As The Only Man" begins with suspenseful moments: Chapter 21: Is that a head? Naia’s fingers brushed against something warm and unfamiliar beneath the... Don’t miss it!

Chapter 21: Is that a head? Naia’s fingers brushed against something warm and unfamiliar beneath the folds of Eren’s robe. The moment lasted no more than a heartbeat, but it shattered the stillness between them. She froze, her breath catching in her throat as her eyes dropped, wide with confusion. "Eren... what was that?" Eren stiffened. A cold shiver rippled down his spine. He’d been careful—so careful—but he hadn’t accounted for this. Not here. Not now. Naia’s hand lingered, her fingers hovering just above the spot. "That felt like... like a head?" Her voice quivered. "Is that a head? Why do you have something like that down there?" She looked up at him, a dozen questions in her eyes. Questions he wasn’t ready to answer. Eren’s mouth opened, but nothing came out. His throat felt dry. He shifted slightly, but the robe parted further, and Naia’s gaze dropped again, catching a clearer glimpse. She gasped. "It’s... it’s big. What is that?" Her voice was hushed, but not fearful—just astonished. Eren instinctively moved to pull the robe closed, but she caught his wrist. "Why didn’t you tell me? Or Mother? She should know, right?" He shook his head quickly. "No. No, Naia. If Mother finds out, she’ll panic. She might think something’s wrong with me. She’d call the healer again. They already think I’m not like the rest." Naia’s grip eased slightly. She looked torn, her brow furrowed as she studied his face. Then, slowly, her gaze dropped again. "But this... this isn’t like anything I’ve seen before. It’s long, and ... different, unlike mine." Eren swallowed hard. Every nerve in his body was alert now, not just from exposure—but from the slow, creeping realization that she wasn’t pulling away. Naia reached again, her fingers tentative, barely grazing the shape beneath the robe. Her touch was feather-light, cautious. The warmth of her hand made him flinch. Her eyes darted up. "Did that hurt?" Eren shook his head slowly. "No. It just... surprised me." She nodded, hesitated—then wrapped her fingers a little more firmly around him. Eren sucked in a breath. The contact sent a jolt straight through him. He clutched the bench beneath them. ’What is she doing? Why isn’t she stopping?’ Naia’s fingers moved, stroking gently. Her expression was focused now, her earlier shock fading into something else—curiosity. "It’s warm," she murmured. "And it... it’s pulsing. Does it always do that?" Eren bit down on his reply, trying to stay still. He didn’t trust his voice. His thoughts raced. ’Damn, I shouldn’t be letting this happen. But it feels... too good.’ Her hand stroked again, slower this time, and he groaned before he could stop himself. Naia blinked, watching his face. "You like this," she said quietly. He nodded once, unable to look at her. Naia didn’t let go. If anything, she grew more confident, her fingers curling around the length of him. "So this is what you’ve been hiding all this time," she said, her voice barely a whisper. "I never thought..." Eren’s eyes closed. The heat building inside him was too much—too sudden. But her touch kept him grounded, even as it threatened to unravel him. ’It’s not supposed to happen like this,’ he thought. ’Not with her. But I can’t stop.’ Naia’s fingers tightened slightly. She shifted closer, her breath brushing against his shoulder. "You’re not like us, Eren. You never have been. But this... this doesn’t scare me." He finally opened his eyes, finding her gaze. There was no judgment there—just a strange kind of wonder. "Do you feel pressure?" she asked, her thumb brushing gently over the head of his cock. Eren’s breath hitched. "Y-Yeah. It builds. It’s... hard to describe." Naia bit her lip. Her hand moved again, her strokes longer now, more deliberate. Eren’s hips twitched in response. ’How is this happening? This world, this body—I thought I could control it. But now, it’s her hands on me. Her warmth. Her curiosity.’ The tension inside him coiled tight, a low throb growing with every pass of her hand. His head fell back slightly, lips parting. "Naia... I—" He didn’t finish. The pleasure crested like a wave, stealing the breath from his lungs. He cried out, the sound low and strangled as his release poured over her hand. Naia’s eyes widened, her hand still wrapped around him as the warm fluid coated her skin. "That’s..." she whispered, staring down. "That’s what the pressure feels like?" Eren, panting, nodded slowly. "Y-Yeah." As the aftershocks rippled through him, his mind was blank—save for one sobering thought: ’I’ve crossed the line.’ ’There’s no turning back now.’ Naia slowly withdrew her hand, her eyes never leaving Eren’s face. The silence between them was heavy, charged with a new, unfamiliar energy. Eren watched her, his heart racing. He couldn’t read her expression. Was it fear? Curiosity? Something else entirely? Naia broke the silence first. "Eren... I don’t know what to say." He swallowed hard. "You don’t have to say anything. Just... don’t tell Mother. Please." She nodded slowly. "I won’t. I promise." They sat in silence for a few more moments, the weight of what had transpired hanging between them. Eren’s mind raced with possibilities, fears, and questions. Naia stood up slowly, her eyes still on him. "I think... I think I need some time. To understand this." Eren nodded, not trusting himself to speak. She turned to leave, pausing at the door. "Eren?" He looked up at her, his heart in his throat. "Thank you for trusting me," she said softly. And then she was gone, leaving Eren alone with his thoughts and the lingering warmth of her touch. He sat there for a long time, trying to process what had happened. Everything had changed in the span of a few moments. And he had no idea what would happen next. But one thing was certain—Naia knew his secret now. A secret that could change everything between them, between their family. It was terrifying, but at the same time, a small part of him felt relieved. Sharing this part of himself, a part he’d kept hidden for so long, felt like a weight had been lifted. Even if he didn’t know what the future held, even if he was scared, he wasn’t alone in this anymore. He stood up slowly, his legs unsteady beneath him. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. One step at a time. That’s all he could do. One step at a time.

Chapter 21: Is that a head?

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