CHAPTER 1038: CHAPTER 159 - THE JOURNEY TOWARDS THE DWARF KINGDOM (2)

Filia was so terrified of the height that actual tears were already welling up at the corners of her eyes, trembling there as if they were ready to spill at any second. Her whole body looked tense, like every muscle was locked up from fear.

And honestly, even though this helicopter was her own invention, it made perfect sense why she couldn’t fly it herself. Watching her shake like a leaf up here, I finally understood why she always insisted someone else handle the controls.

Just because someone creates something doesn’t automatically mean they can operate it. Filia might’ve been a genius, but even geniuses carried things that weighed them down—fears, habits, tiny cracks that held them back.

And Filia definitely had a whole collection of those.

She looked like she was one bad vibration away from full-on crying, clutching onto the metal bar beside her like it was the only thing keeping her alive.

"Filia, come here."

"Y-Yes, Master..." she replied, voice thin and shaky.

Even with how terrified she was, she didn’t try to resist. She moved toward me in small, careful steps, like every inch closer took a little more courage than she actually had. When she finally sat beside me, she still looked like she expected the helicopter to drop out of the sky at any moment.

The flight was perfectly smooth and there was no shaking and there was no sudden drops—but the fact that we were high above the ground made it feel like a horror scenario for her. For someone like Filia, this must’ve been a nightmare she couldn’t wake up from.

"Come here," I said again, patting my thighs gently.

"Mm..."

She hesitated, unsure of what exactly I wanted, but still moved as instructed. She climbed onto my lap with slow, stiff movements, settling on my thighs like she was trying to make herself as small as possible. Filia was small enough that she fit easily into my arms, almost like she was naturally meant to be held like this. I’d grown a little taller recently, and even though Filia was half-human and had a somewhat average height compared to full dwarves, I still dwarfed her size-wise.

So she fit perfectly against me.

Holding her like that felt ridiculously good—so good that a part of me wanted to squeeze her tightly and not let her go.

"You’re scared?" I asked softly.

"Y-Yes..." she whispered, her voice trembling.

She really looked like she was about to cry. Thinking about it, this might’ve been the first time Filia ever left her workshop voluntarily. She was always buried in her projects, always tinkering away, designing new inventions. Before Ayuru came into the picture, Filia was the one who crafted all my weapons.

She was unbelievably hardworking, always trying to please me with whatever she created. So seeing her here, joining the mission to the Dwarf Kingdom—even though she wasn’t born there and was basically as much of a stranger as me—was honestly surprising.

I leaned in and kissed her cheek gently. She didn’t flinch or pull away.

Instead, her face flushed immediately, blooming bright red. So cute. Too cute. I couldn’t help but think how adorable she really was. And yeah, my mind drifted for a split second—imagining what it would be like to have sex with her together with Yr. They both had similar body types, with Yr being slightly smaller.

Being sandwiched between two flat-chested girls... yeah, that wasn’t something I’d turn down. But because Filia was always glued to her work, opportunities never lined up. Still, that didn’t mean future chances wouldn’t exist.

"Master, your arousal level is increasing," Anne said suddenly.

Of course. She was scanning me again.

Anne, the robot maid, had been built for sex and service—basically a sex doll with advanced AI. Because of that, she had features that detected when I was horny. And she didn’t bother keeping that information private.

She said it loud and clear. While Filia was sitting on my lap.

"Master is aroused?" Filia asked, her eyes widening in surprise.

Her ears drooped a little, and she pressed her lips together like she was suddenly embarrassed just hearing that. Her cheeks turned even redder, and when she looked at me with that flushed face, it was obvious she didn’t know what she was supposed to do.

"Is... Is it because of me?" she asked shyly.

"Yup," I said without hesitation. "You smell really good right now. I can’t get enough of it."

I reached up and cupped her breasts—they were small, soft, and fit perfectly into my palms like they were meant to be held.

"Ahh... M-Master..." Filia breathed, her fear dissolving instantly. In its place was something else—warm, needy, and almost desperate. She looked at me like she was ready to mate then and there.

"Fufufu, it seems you’re needed, Filia," Amon said casually from the cockpit. "You can do it there. I’ll keep the helicopter steady so both of you can be as comfortable as possible."

I leaned down and pressed my lips to Filia’s neck, sucking gently.

"Mmm...!"

Her eyes closed tightly, lips trembling as she let out a small sound.

"M-Master..." she whispered, breathless. "I..."

"Do you want it...?"

"I-I do..." she admitted, her voice shaking with something other than fear now.

"Then can you pull my cock out from my pants?" I asked quietly.

She moved instantly. There was no hesitation. She reached down, her hands moving with surprising confidence—as if she’d done it countless times already. When she pulled my cock free, it sprang up and slapped against her thigh, hard and warm.

"Fuaah... s-so hard and warm..." she murmured, staring at it like she was mesmerized.

I placed my hands on her thighs and gently spread them apart.

"Wuaaahhh!" she squeaked, startled by the movement.

"Will you insert it yourself, Filia?"

She swallowed hard, then carefully wrapped her hands around my cock. The moment her fingers touched me, a shiver ran through my body. She slid her pants and panties aside just enough to expose herself, then guided the tip of my cock toward her dripping entrance.

And slowly, she pushed the tip in.

"Nnn...!"