Voices in the wind

“Come on, evolve me!” Sylph demanded. “Not yet,” John said and closed the instant dungeon. “Why not?” Sylph wanted to know while they walked towards the exit of the gate, “because I am 100% certain that the second I evolve you, you will want to bang me.” “Oh, Johnny, you know me so well, I am flattered, but really, we can do this indoors or outdoors, just let me have that courtesan title. Uh, and the gummy bear, I feel like the gummy bear is important,” Sylph blabbered as they crossed the space between the gate and the two houses.

“Back already?” Magoi asked, peeked into the empty loot basin and let out a disappointed sigh. “I am going to lose my virginity!” Sylph chirped, “and become John’s courtesan.” “You go do that,” Magoi, who finally had exhausted his amount of shits he could give, just waved it off. John did feel slightly embarrassed by this.

They entered the house and went upstairs to John’s room. “Hold up!” the air elemental said when they arrived at his door. John turned to her, the handle already in hand. Sylph hovered in the air and stared at her fellow familiars. “What do you think you are doing?” she asked them. “Uhm, going into John’s room, like every day?” Gnome said, Aclysia nodded at her side. “Well, today is not every day, today is my day!” Sylph said decisively. “Horseshit, you ain’t gonna hog the cock for a minute, Sylph,” Salamander spat out. “You ‘hogged’ him for a week, so shush Sally.” “…Was a day to me but point taken,” Salamander conceded the argument, “still though, you will not have him alone.” “Don’t I get a say in this?” John wondered. “You do, but we know you don’t really care,” Salamander informed him.

Well, it was true, he was currently gloating over the fact that he had 4 women fighting over who would have him, this was a harem fantasy realized. He quietly ignored the fact that none of these women would even exist without his powers, making it a bit of a cheat.

‘Bathtub,’ Undine informed everybody where she’d be until this was done with. “Come on Liz, you cleared the room for Gnome, do the same for me, pleaaaasseee?” Sylph tried to get an ally in. Aclysia thought about it with an empty expression before finally saying, “Condition, you no longer call me Liz.” “Caaaaaan do, L- Aclysia!” Sylph promised, “there we go, I have the Aclysia vote, I win.” Salamander sighed and Gnome just quietly backed out with a disappointed expression.

“Wait, is Aclysia’s vote like all-encompassing or what?” John wanted to know about this; he felt that understanding the power-dynamic in his harem was important. “She is the second oldest, so yeah, only that currently MIA girlfriend of yours would be overpowering," Salamander said, Gnome nodded, Aclysia looked just as baffled at this information as John did, although looking baffled in Aclysia’s case meant that her mouth hung slightly open and she raised both eyebrows a millimeter.

“Whatevs, I will set something on fire, see you whenever you get done,” Salamander flew off. Aclysia and Gnome also retreated, saying no more words. Sylph turned in the air, perfectly still, hands raised, the only parts of her that moved where her dancing fingers and a downright creepy grin, “Now, to **** you!” she announced. John just took it as the usual Sylph nonsense and finally entered his room.

He sat down on his bed and opened the evolution menu for Sylph.

He stared at the center option for what felt like a minute before Sylph finally lost her patience. A remarkably long time for her, really. “What, what, whaaaaaat?” She asked and intently stared at the spot that he was looking at, seeing nothing. “I am…conflicted,” John explained, “So, we got a support option here, which is nice because we lack something like that, but it really doesn’t feel like you.” “I wanna shoot laser beams and eat cookies!” Sylph proved his point. “Then we have this Rain Elemental thing, which sounds okay; actually, it sounds pretty good because you would make a nice combo with Undine. Question is if you could be of any use indoors,” John continued. “But I don’t want to play with clouds; I want to soar through the sky and be all wuuuush, rat-tatata-zon-kadush! You understand?” Maybe he did? Either way that left the option that was confusing him.

“See, the last option is worrying me, because its wording indicates that it is clearly better than the others. Usually, when something in the same level is better than its peers it gets balanced out by scaling worse into the late game by virtue of having fewer stats per level or other maluses based on experience,” John cut his explanation short, noticing Sylph’s head spinning. “So, many, woooooords,” she said in a bamboozled tone, “Can you, like, maybe, sorta, kinda, eventually, say it in a too long didn’t listen?”

John gave her the dead eyes. “What?” she asked, “Whaaaat?” He sighed, “nothing. To put it easily either you will be strong now and very weak later or you are just awesome.” “It is definitely the latter, so click that button, go go,” Sylph didn’t waste another thought on this. John was not that convinced, “Johnny, trust me, click that button, what is it called anyhow?” “Ehm, a Tempest Elemental.” “That sounds ultra-rad, do it, do it, do it, I demand!”

Well, John was stuck so he might as well obey the demands of the whimsy elemental. He almost clicked the button and then hesitated. “Are you sure you want this?” he asked one final time. “Oh – my – gosh. Okay, let me spell it out for you: I am not that smart, but even I realize that you are much more likely to survive the next encounter with that Thana-thingy-girl if I am stronger. So what if I am weaker later, don’t you need my power now?” That was surprisingly clear, John was already convinced, but Sylph kept babbling. “I mean, sure, would suck to be weaker than the rest later, but if I have to choose between you dying and me being weaker, I will choose the latter, thank you.”

“Sylph, come here for a moment,” John said and waved her close with his free hand, the other hovering closely over the accept button. He had a close look at her, the tiny thing, with her light green hair in her Valkyrie armor in a darker shade, her whole body made of energy in the shape of an athletic woman. He gently kissed her on the head, “you are a bit annoying at times,” he spoke his true feelings, “but you are also a great, little thing.” “Of course, I am! Now make me a great, big thing!” Sylph laughed, and John pushed the button.

Luckily, he had pulled his head back beforehand, in anticipation of exactly what happened when a local storm formed and consumed Sylph’s form. The wind was a pale green and impossible to see through. It unraveled from the feet upwards, black shoes that doubled up as stockings that reached up to the kneecaps, parting a bit at the sides. They were without decorations but had a weird mixture of design choice, looking like a cross between a dancer and a jesters’ shoes. Next, John spied the skin of her thighs, healthy and white in color and bare far up to her hips. What clad her torso was a green leotard, extremely tight, the only decoration being a golden rim at the upper edges in the shape of a butterfly, her c-cup breasts showing off a good amount of cleavage overneath.

Sylph waved with her arm. In response to the motion, the storm whirled upwards, revealing a cute face that smiled widely, eyes closed. The storm slowly calmed and became her hair, almost white but still keeping a slight green tinge to it, unruly and longer than her entire body. This might have become a problem if it wouldn’t have refused the law of gravity and instead calmly waved to some non-existent breeze. Two elfish ears grew from her head, as a last touch.

Sylph opened her eyelids, the eyes that unveiled behind were a beautiful amber color, and they shone as she said, “I am bigger than you! Hurray!” she exclaimed and jumped on the bed. John felt bad to ruin her moment of triumph. “Sylph, we are on the bed.” “Yeah, and?” Sylph laughed and kept jumping, falling and rising with weird, inconsistent speeds. “And I am sitting, and you are standing,” John laid down the truth. Sylph stopped dead in the air. “Uhm,” cold sweat ran over her face as she slowly hovered over to the ground and then landed in front of him. Even standing there she was barely taller then him sitting, 1,50 meters, that was John’s estimate and, as previously established, he was pretty good at guessing.

John made a quick calculation in his head. So, normally people had 5 times their level + random base as their total stats. In the case of Aclysia, the base was all 1’s (except Libido, which was a 0). The elemental girls had started with all zeros but because they had started at his level that was never really apparent. Now if he calculated Sylph’s stat correctly, which he did, he had that much trust in his math at the very least, she had gained 63 points from the evolution. That was either the weirdest number ever chosen or Sylph had been raised from 5 to 6 skill points per level and been gifted all of these 63 points instantly.

The added information in her info box also suggested that no real harm had come to her, on the contrary, she seemed to have been blessed. After processing all of that information, John said, “Sylph, you are awesome!” and she made a cocky smile in response. “I know, I know, now to the sex! I want that title!” she announced. Looking at her newly acquired Libido, John was certain that being called a concubine wasn’t all she wanted.

“Tse, Tse, Tse,” John clicked his tongue and closed his eyes, “my dear Sylph, don’t you know that I have a few months’ worth...” ‘That doesn’t sound good at all try a different angle,’ “…many encounters worth of sexual experience? You should not underestimate me…” he opened his eyes again to find Sylph being naked already, her pink nipples hanging right in front of his face.

“Why do you still have clothes on? Come on, get naked! We doing this or what?” She said and started to tug at his pants. “Ey, what is this thiiiiiiing?!” she complained while taking her frustration out on his zippers. “Wait!” John stopped her; he did not have a high number of pants left, just this one to be exact, he had needed to buy them off the auction and like everything else off the auction it was not a cheap effort. Therefore, he would have preferred to not have them ruined by Sylph.

“You have 10 seconds, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go,….” To the sound of Sylph cheering him on John started to undress.