Wano Streets

As we made our way back to Fairy Tail, the streets of Wano were bustling with life, the warm glow of the setting sun casting a golden hue over everything. Villagers stopped us, their faces alight with gratitude.

"Thank you for saving our town!" one man exclaimed, clasping my hand firmly.

Others crowded around, inviting me to their shops. "Please, come to my bakery! Free pastries for the hero!"

Parents nudged their daughters forward, each girl blushing as they handed me boxes with meals, scarves, or local garments. "This is for you," one girl said shyly, her eyes sparkling.

The girls, dressed in flowing kimonos that clung to their bodies, moved gracefully. The delicate silk of their garments shimmered in the fading light, adorned with intricate patterns of cherry blossoms and cranes. Some kimonos revealed generous cleavage and ended just above the knee, accentuating their curves.

One dwarf girl, with short pink hair and bright pink eyes, approached shyly, offering a handmade bracelet. "Thank you for protecting us," she said, her voice soft yet filled with gratitude.

I smiled at her, taking the bracelet gently. "Thank you. It's beautiful," I replied, my voice warm.

The dwarf girl beamed and then, to my surprise, moved in for a hug. Her face pressed against my belly, and her huge breasts squished against my crotch. My rod hardened instantly, and through my pants, I could feel it getting squished between her breasts, nestled in her cleavage. The pressure and warmth were almost overwhelming, sending a shiver of arousal through me.

Since I was still hurt, Jasmine and Mom ended up carrying most of the gifts. Jasmine's eyes twinkled with amusement as she balanced a stack of boxes. Her skin, a rich, deep brown, seemed to glow in the warm light, and her full lips curved into a teasing smile. Her thick, curvaceous figure moved with a natural sway, her booty bouncing slightly with each step, drawing appreciative glances from those around her. "You're quite popular, aren't you?" she teased.

Mom, on the other hand, looked less amused. Her dark eyes, usually sparkling with warmth, now held a hint of jealousy. "It's well-deserved. You've done a lot for these people," she said, but her tone was clipped, revealing her discomfort with the attention I was receiving.

As we walked, we passed by the shop where we had met the medium. A sense of curiosity tugged at me, and I gestured towards it. "Let's check inside, maybe she can help us again."

We stepped into the shop, but the medium was nowhere to be found. The shop seemed almost different, as if it had changed overnight.

We asked around, but the responses were the same—blank stares and shaking heads. It was as if she had never existed.

Jasmine looked puzzled, her brow furrowing. "That's strange. She seemed so real."

Mom nodded, her expression thoughtful. "Maybe she was a spirit or an illusion. Anything could be possible in this world really."