The System Sent Me to Breed an All-Female Amazon Tribe-Chapter 114: Do You Think… Benjamin Doesn’t Like Me?

Titania sat cross-legged on the edge of her enormous canopy bed, the sheer fabric of her lingerie clinging to her tiny frame like mist on morning leaves.

The garment was scandalously transparent; a delicate web of pale silver threads woven so finely it was almost invisible against her skin, save where it caught the soft pink glow of the room’s light.

The material draped over her small, pert breasts, leaving nothing to the imagination: her nipples stood out clearly, pale pink buds pressing against the sheer weave, hardening slightly in the cool air that drifted through the open vine windows.

Below, a deep green pair of panties hugged her narrow hips; the fabric so thin it molded to the gentle mound of her vagina between her thighs, the material darkening slightly at the center where her arousal would begin to gather.

The panties rode high on her hips, the edges cutting delicate lines across the smooth, flawless skin of her pelvis, accentuating the tiny dimples above her ass and the pert, rounded cheeks that peeked out from the high-cut back.

Every small shift of her body made the lingerie shimmer, threads catching light and drawing the eye to every forbidden inch.

The bedroom around her was a fantasy of pink and living wood, carved from the heart of a colossal tree-castle itself.

The walls curved like the inside of a rose petal, pale rosewood polished to a soft sheen and veined with glowing pink sap that pulsed gently, as though the tree was connected with her.

Vines draped from the high ceiling like curtains, blooming with tiny white and blush flowers that released a faint, sweet scent whenever she sighed.

Plush cushions and pillows—stuffed with cloud-cotton and down from celestial birds—were piled everywhere: on the bed and along low benches grown from branches, even scattered across the floor like fallen petals.

Stuffed toys filled every corner: soft creatures sewn from petal fabric and shiny thread—winged rabbits with floppy ears and fluffy foxes curled in sleep, with some tiny dragons having gemstone eyes—all arranged in neat rows as though guarding her.

Floating bubbles of soft pink light drifted lazily overhead, casting a warm, intimate glow that made the room feel like a secret dream.

Her two attendants stood nearby, like silent sentinels in the rose-hued light.

"T... Tesa, don’t you think he is taking too long?" Titania asked in a small and trembling voice.

She clutched the hem of her lingerie between trembling fingers, squeezing the sheer fabric until it bunched against her thighs.

Her cheeks burned a fierce pink, and her eyes wide and shimmering as she looked up at the taller fairy.

Shyness poured off her in waves; with her shoulders hunched and her knees drawn together, with her wings quivering behind her like trapped butterflies.

The fairy, called Tesa, regarded Titania calmly.

Tesa had long, flowing silver hair that fell straight down her back in a silky cascade, there were no braids to bind it as they stood.

Her face was stoic and strikingly beautiful; with high cheekbones and round lips pressed into a neutral line, while her silver eyes were flat and unreadable.

She wore a short green, leaf-woven skirt that barely skimmed the tops of her thighs, the fabric clinging to the gentle swell of her hips and the firm curve of her ass, riding up slightly whenever she shifted.

Above it, a pale top—slick and form-fitting—hugged her slender torso, outlining the small, high breasts and the subtle dip of her waist. Her straight insect wings remained perfectly still, translucent and veined with faint silver.

She radiated tranquil and unshakeable composure, with every of her movement precise and economical.

"That might be the case," Tesa replied, with her voice even and soft, mealy devoid of inflection—like a calm lake reflecting moonlight, soothing yet distant. "But you did ask him to prove he’s worthy of your bed."

"Eh...? D-Did I say that?" Titania squeaked, her eyes widening further. "I was only trying to sound majestic!" She twisted the hem harder, as the transparent material stretched taut across her nipples. "So... what do you think he would do to ’prove’ himself?"

"Maybe he’d do public service," Tera offered, stepping forward from the shadows near a cluster of plush toys. "Or make friends with the other fairies?"

Tera was identical to her twin in every way save one: her eyes were dark, deep charcoal that seemed to absorb light rather than reflect it.

The same short green skirt hugged her hips and ass; the same pale, slick top clung to her torso.

Her straight insect wings mirrored Tesa’s, folded neatly. The only difference was the eyes—silver for Tesa, dark for Tera—yet both carried the same stoic, beautiful face, with the same graceful and emotionless poise.

"Ehhhh? I don’t actually want him to do that much!" Titania wailed, with her brows furrowing in distress.

Her lower lip trembled; she looked around her own room helplessly, as though the answer might hide among the stuffed creatures or the blooming vines.

"If I may ask be so bold, Your Majesty," Tesa said quietly, "why did you take hold of him then?"

"Hm? Because that jerk Chröma challenged me! And Vaelora haven’t been doing anything lately," Titania huffed, puffing out her cheeks. "A-Also, if Elara and Sakura have been with him, I can’t be left out, right?"

"Maybe," Tesa replied, closing her eyes briefly. "But has Lady Vaelora gone to sleep now?"

"If she hadn’t, she would be lecturing me about now." Titania rolled her eyes.

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As the silence stretched on, Titania grew restless.

She fidgeted on the bed, her fingers twisting together, then playing with her nails, then clutching the sheets.

Her butterfly wings fluttered erratically. The pink glow from the sap-veins seemed to pulse faster, matching her quickening heartbeat.

"Argh!! He’s late, he’s late, he’s late!" Titania whined at last, her eyes welling up with tears.

Her voice cracked, as she hugged her knees to her chest, her transparent lingerie riding up to expose the deep green panties fully, the silk stretched tight against her pussy.

Tera calmly stepped forward, producing a soft petal-cloth from a hidden fold in her skirt and gently wiping the first tear from Titania’s cheek, before moving back.

"GASP! Guys... Do you think... Benjamin doesn’t like me?" Titania’s voice wobbled. "Maybe he thinks I’m b-b-bad for snatching him away suddenly?!"

This time around, Tera and Tesa finally broke their emotionless fronts a little; they made slightly worried expressions.