Chapter 100 Celebration (Q&A + Deleted Scene)

Hello readers! Sorry to step away from the plot for a chapter, but we’ve got something important to celebrate! I’ve been looking forward to reaching this milestone for a while now — 100 CHAPTERS. Holy shit, y’all. We’re well past 100k words by now. This is the longest story I’ve ever written, and it’s still only getting started.

So, I want to do something special to mark the occasion. Tacked on to Chapter 98, I published a chapter asking readers to post questions for a Q&A. Thanks to those of you who asked questions! After the brief Q&A, I have something else to share… a deleted scene! So stay tuned for that!

Without further ado, here are your questions:

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Q: Is the ntr avoidable?

A: Before you panic, there is no ntr in the story at the moment. However, events came very close to that during the Water Trial, and some people voiced their concerns at the time. So, I want to get this classic question out of the way first. YES, any and all netorare (a partner being stolen from Evan) will be avoidable, if I ever write any — which is unlikely. However, I can see where there could be a place for it in future parts of the plot. So if I do decide to write that kind of content, it will be its own, clearly marked branch. Now, netori (Evan stealing someone else’s partner) is a different story. As Evan grows more confidently into the role of a harem king and Demon Lord, he will absolutely be in a position to steal wives and girlfriends away from their loving relationships. That kind of content will not be avoidable, but I might provide “rough” vs “gentle” routes where the cucking is more or less downplayed. Let me know how you feel about that idea.

Q: Have you thought about putting the story on something like Scribblehub and Royalroad?

A: Before now, I have never thought about putting the story up on other platforms. Partly because I’m a lazy person, but mostly because it wouldn’t work as well as it can here. CHYOA is a unique space that allows me to offer the reader a more interactive experience, through choices and the occasional little game. YNLaaDL was envisioned with this interactivity in mind. While it would be nice to have more eyes on my work, I wouldn’t want to deliver an inferior experience on a site without CHYOA’s branching story tree or its “game mode.”

Q: Will we be learning more about the backstory of Blythe and Lia?

A: Absolutely! But not here, because that would be spoilers!

Q: What kind of magic is Evan preferential to? Are there certain elements, types, or schools he plans to associate with as he learns more magic, or is he going to be a catch all magic user and use whatever spells he can get his hands on?

A: Again, I don’t want to spoil future elements of the story. I think it’s fair to say that he’s in the “use whatever he’s got” camp right now, but who knows how his arsenal will develop in the future? (I mean, I know, but I’m the author. You’ll just have to wait and see.)

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And that’s it! Thanks again for posting your questions! If you have any more, please, always feel free to ask in the comments. I love hearing from you all.

Okay, deleted scene time! In the early stages of writing the Water Trial, Evan and the girls actually followed the doctor’s advice and got some rest on the first day. The idea was for Evan to wake up, pretend to be asleep, and witness some girl-on-girl lewd bonding between Blythe and Lia. It had been proving difficult to move the plot forward from this point, so I ultimately decided to scrap it entirely. I wrote two versions of the scene: one in second-person, as usual, and another in third-person (close behind Lia) in order to get her take on the events and make sure I was doing my favorite catgirl justice. That third-person version is the one I’d like to share, since it A) shows the whole scene, not just from the moment Evan wakes up, and B) is a rare peek inside Lia’s thoughts that I don’t get to show y’all in the usual second-person narrative.

So, without further ado, please enjoy this NON-CANON deleted scene.

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Lia opens her eyes to see the ceiling of the surgeon's ward. She quickly sits up. Where am…? That's right, we're on a boat now.

"How do you feel?" The words come from the right, where Blythe is sat on another tattered ‘bed.’ The blonde and busty elf is sat facing her, as though she's been watching over the sleeping catkin.

"How do I…?" Lia looks down at her hands, clad in the enchanted gloves she bought in the marketplace of Hes. She looks around the room, feeling the constant sway of the ship on the tide. "Sick," she says, bringing a hand up to cover her mouth in case the worst should happen. "This fucking sucks. Is this what it's always like on boats?"

"I cannot say. This is my first experience at sea as well. I must admit, I too am not finding it very pleasant." Lia looks closer at Blythe, and sure enough the elf looks a little paler than usual. She hides it so well. The catkin's eyes unconsciously drift down to Blythe's chest, watching for a moment as the elf's orbs rise and fall with her breath. After three long seconds of staring, Lia realizes what she's doing and frantically searches for anything else in the room to look at, feeling the heat rise up to her face as she does so. Unable to land on anything in particular, her eyes end up returning to Blythe, who Lia notices is also red in the face and watching her closely.

"I-I'm sorry!" Lia shouts, forgetting for a moment that Evan is still sleeping nearby. Recalling that detail, she lowers her voice and says, "I didn't mean to — to stare…"

"You can stare at them more, if you would like," she says, shocking Lia. The elf's hands are fidgeting in her lap, and her breathing seems… heavier? Before Lia's brain can stop her eyes, they follow Blythe's invitation and sink back down towards those balls of flesh. Unable to escape now, Lia decides to ask something that's been on her mind.

"Why do you show off your boobs like that? It's so… weird and distracting."

"It is something that Evan taught me to do."

"Taught you? You mean he's… forcing you to do it?" Lia's mind goes to the man sleeping behind Blythe, but her eyes remain locked on the heaving cleavage in front of her. Her brain suddenly peels away the doublet and reveals the fair, naked form that she saw walk through the hall of the inn yesterday morning. Shocked, she shakes the image out of her head and forces herself to look at the floor instead. When she closes her eyes, the part of the image that still remains is the confident look in Evan's eye as he pushed her across the hall. "Is he… forcing you to do a lot of things?"

"It is not like that," says Blythe. The elf then moves over to sit beside Lia on her bench. Gently placing a hand over the catkin's, she continues: "I am doing this because I want to. When I dress this way, I can feel everyone undressing me with their stares. It is such a good feeling. You may think that I am a foul, sinful woman, but I get excited by the thought of people seeing my naked body."

Lia goes stiff, but otherwise remains silent as she processes this. After a moment, her brain rationalizes that Evan must have done something to Blythe to make her this way. "H-how long have you… felt that way?"

"I believe I have always been this way. Not long after [REDACTED FOR SPOILERS]… but the urges never went away.”

Lia thinks hard about Blythe’s words. If she’s telling the truth, then she’s carried these sins with her for a long time, possibly longer than Lia or Evan have even been alive. She seems to know they’re wrong, so maybe there’s hope for her? But wait, Lia can’t deny the strange feelings in her own chest when she looks at Evan, or when she gets lost in Blythe’s revealing top. Is being with them slowly corrupting her as well?

“If… if you know it’s sinful,” Lia says, “why did you stop fighting it? Why let him encourage you to fall even more?”

Blythe’s hands reach up to cup Lia’s face, turning her head to face the elf directly. Lia is surprised to find herself not fighting it. Blythe’s hands are gentle, and her eyes are kind; for a moment, she reminds Lia of Jean.“Because I do not wish to hate myself any longer,” she says. “Thanks to Evan, I am finally beginning to love who I am. He was the first person to ever accept this side of me. And… I do hope that you will be the second, Ms. Lia.” Blythe’s hands move to her doublet and start undoing more buttons. Lia is so mesmerized by the sight that Blythe is able to slip the garment from her shoulders before Lia snaps out of it and recoils in shock.

“H-hey! What are you doing?”

“You are curious about them, are you not? Please look at them…” The elf pushes her chest out a bit, raising the large flesh orbs even closer to Lia’s hungry eyes. Lia wants to run away, but her body is frozen. Her eyes won’t look away from those juicy, soft melons as they jiggle slightly in the open air. As she watches, the nipples harden and stand up on their own; in response, Lia feels a tingle move through her own breasts, followed by an uncomfortable awareness of her nipples poking into her bra. Thoughtlessly, she reaches up and rubs her chest. Wait. Is Blythe not wearing a bra? With her thoughts now directed back towards Blythe’s chest, and her hand hovering over her own after only managing to make herself feel even stranger, Lia almost doesn’t hear it when Blythe asks, “Would you like to touch them?”

Lia’s mind screams at herself for even considering it. This is bad. Very bad. She thought if anyone was going to corrupt her, it would be Evan. Not Blythe. Having impure thoughts for another woman is wrong on a whole other level than for a man. But what would it feel like? They’re so much bigger than hers… are they softer too?

Her struggle is stopped short when Blythe gently pulls Lia’s hand to her bosom. “It is okay. You can touch them as much as you like.”

After doing a double take between Blythe’s face and her own hand on the woman’s tit, Lia gives the flesh a tentative squeeze. “…They’re so… big…”

“You have a lovely figure yourself, Ms. Lia,” says Blythe, openly ogling the curves of the catkin’s body.

“Stop that.”

“It is the truth.”

“No, I mean stop calling me Ms. Lia. You don’t call Evan Mr. Evan.”

This surprises Blythe to the point of stunning her for a few seconds. “I apologize. I was keeping you at a distance without even realizing it. I hope you can forgive me… Lia.”

“… I — Aaaa!” A shuffling sound coming from Evan’s bench startles Lia, who then takes one more look at Blythe’s chest on full display, and her hand freely groping it, before darting out of the room as quickly as she can.

She runs through the ship, past several sailors who all look at her like she’s crazy, and finds a quiet spot to hide behind some crates. It takes several minutes for the heat in her chest and the itch between her legs to calm down.

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Thanks again for sticking with me for 100 chapters. Here's to a hundred more.

-beseechrelease