NTR: Stealing wives in Another World
Chapter 109: Turtle village

Chapter 109: Turtle village

The air shifted the moment they entered Turtle Village.

The lazy breeze carried the scent of moss, wet stone, and something faintly herbal—like tea steeped in mystery and ancient awkwardness. Water wheels turned lazily in the distance, creaking like old bones taking their time. The stone path was smooth beneath Allen’s boots, worn down by centuries of very slow, very deliberate turtle feet.

Luna bounced softly behind him. Shlorp. Shlorp.

Allen didn’t even glance back. "Don’t think I didn’t hear that extra wet one. You’re excited. I get it. New people to traumatize."

The village was quiet. Not suspicious quiet—just... introvert quiet. Like everyone was home, sipping tea, writing in journals about how much they didn’t want guests.

Then the villagers started to emerge.

From burrow-like houses and domed huts, soft-footed figures peeked out. They were turtlekin—shorter than beastkin, stockier, with mottled skin in earthy hues and wide, blinking eyes. Every one of them wore simple loincloths in either blue, green, or yellow. No shirts. No shoes. Just chilled-out jungle hippie energy in fantasy form.

And then Allen noticed.

The turtle girls?

Were stacked.

Like, ludicrously stacked.

Boobs that didn’t bounce so much as flowed—wide, heavy, and jiggling with the slow grace of divine pudding. Their shells were wide and ornate, but Allen couldn’t stop staring at the twin jugs swinging in front of them like pendulums on goddess clocks.

He was mid-stare when—

BONK.

"OW—what the hell?!" Allen clutched his head, turning to glare at Fina.

The wolfkin had her arms crossed, ears twitching in disapproval. "Look at their shells, perv. Not their boobs."

"They’re everywhere! They’ve got gravity-defying soup bowls hanging off their chests, what do you want from me?!"

Rinni blushed violently. "They’re really... big..."

Fina rolled her eyes. "They’re peaceful people. Be respectful."

Allen scoffed. "I’m very respectful. I just appreciate fine craftsmanship in all its forms. Architecture. Art. Aerodynamic titty physics."

One of the turtle girls walked past slowly, giving a bashful glance toward Allen. Her loincloth was blue, her shell gleamed with polished swirls, and her tits looked like they were smuggling two cantaloupes and a gentle dream.

Allen saluted her.

She blinked twice. Then shuffled away faster than expected for a turtlekin.

Shlorp. Luna bounced happily after her.

Fina groaned. "You’re corrupting the slime."

"I’m not corrupting anything! I’m a curious traveler observing new cultures with my eyeballs and inappropriate thoughts."

Another turtlekin approached—an elder by the look of her deep green shell and wisdom-creased face. She held a long, moss-wrapped staff and moved with the kind of slowness that made glaciers seem impatient.

"Welcome," she said, voice like a soft bell that had taken a nap. "You must be the strangers the wind spoke of."

Allen blinked. "The wind talks to you?"

The elder gave the faintest smile. "Only when it has something interesting to gossip about."

Fina elbowed him. "Be nice."

Allen stepped forward and bowed. "We come in peace. Mostly. This is Fina, this is Rinni, and the white goop following us is... Luna."

Bloop! said Luna.

The elder’s eyes widened a little. "A white slime. How... curious."

"She imprinted on me," Allen muttered. "I think it was either that or she melts."

The elder took them in with a slow nod. "Come. You’ll need rest, food, and perhaps... answers."

Allen blinked. "To what?"

She turned. "You’ll know when you’re ready."

Allen looked at Fina.

Fina shrugged. "Turtle tribe."

"Right. Mysterious and slow as fuck."

As they walked further in the Turtle Village felt like a time capsule—one Allen had only ever seen in documentaries back on Earth. It was all wooden walkways, sloping roofs made of palm thatch, and gentle lanterns swaying in the breeze. The huts were scattered around a bubbling stream, connected by narrow stone bridges. There was a serene charm to it all—a perfect blend of nature and craftsmanship.

Allen squinted at the details as they walked deeper into the village. "This is... weirdly familiar. Like something out of an ancient—uh, let’s call it a historical lesson."

Fina raised an eyebrow. "You’ve seen places like this before?"

"Not exactly," he said, scratching the back of his neck. "Just... on moving pictures. Don’t worry about it."

She rolled her eyes. "Every time you talk, you make me want to worry more."

The village elder, an old turtlekin woman with a shell so polished it reflected the lantern light, led them to the center square. She stopped, planting her staff into the dirt with a soft thunk.

"You’ve traveled far," she said, her voice as measured as her steps. "You must be tired."

Allen shrugged. "I mean, I wouldn’t say no to a nap, but—"

"No nap yet," she interrupted, her sharp eyes glinting. "First, you will bathe. Cleanse your bodies and your spirits. My daughters will guide you."

At her words, three young turtlekin women stepped forward. They were dressed in the typical loincloths—each in a different color—but the fabric clung to their curves in a way that seemed almost deliberate. Their shells gleamed, but Allen’s gaze was predictably drawn elsewhere.

They were stacked.

Each of them carried a sort of effortless, natural sensuality, with smooth, glowing skin and an almost hypnotic sway to their steps. The heft of their massive chests bounced softly with every movement, their tops bare like it was just another day in paradise.

Allen blinked rapidly, shaking himself. Focus. Shells. Look at the shells.

Fina smacked the back of his head. "Focus."

"I am!" he hissed. "Just... in the wrong direction."

The elder waved her staff. "Kari, Niva, Tela—take our guests to the hot springs. Ensure they are fully refreshed."

The three girls nodded in unison. "Yes, Elder."

Kari, the one in the yellow loincloth, stepped closer. She had a bubbly energy, her wide eyes and perpetual smile giving her an almost mischievous charm. "Follow us! The springs are just up the hill."

Niva, in blue, was quieter. She had high cheekbones, a more serious demeanor, and a subtle grace to her movements. She didn’t speak, but her eyes lingered on Allen for a moment longer than necessary before she turned and began walking.

Tela, in green, was the tallest of the three, with an athletic build that made her shell look like battle armor. She moved with confidence, glancing over her shoulder with a raised eyebrow. "Try to keep up."

——

The path wound upward, lined with mossy stones and faintly glowing mushrooms that lit the way like nature’s lanterns. Kari chattered excitedly, pointing out plants and landmarks, while Tela walked ahead like a sentinel. Niva stayed behind Allen, her silence almost unnerving.

Allen couldn’t help but let his eyes wander, and he wasn’t subtle about it. The turtle girls’ shells were intricate, sure, but the way their hips swayed beneath their loincloths was practically hypnotic.

Fina noticed, of course. She narrowed her eyes. "Keep ogling, and I’ll throw you in the spring face-first."

"It’s not ogling," he protested. "It’s appreciating. Like admiring fine art."

"Your ’art’ has nipples," she shot back.

——

The hot springs were nestled in a secluded grove, steam rising in lazy tendrils from pools of clear, shimmering water. Stone benches and bamboo privacy screens surrounded the area, but it still felt open, natural. Moonlight filtered through the leaves, giving the scene an almost magical glow.

Kari spun around, arms spread. "Ta-da! Best hot springs in the region. Probably the only ones, but still!"

Tela rolled her eyes. "Show-off."

Niva stepped forward, gesturing to a stack of towels near a smooth boulder. "You can leave your belongings here. We’ll... assist if needed."

Allen raised an eyebrow. "Assist?"

Niva’s expression didn’t change. "We ensure our guests are properly cleansed."

Fina crossed her arms. "Properly cleansed how?"

"Thoroughly," Niva replied, her tone matter-of-fact.

Allen glanced at Fina. "...Should we be concerned?"

"Probably," she muttered, then sighed. "But I need a soak, so let’s just get this over with."

The turtle girls began untying their loincloths without a second thought, their shells glinting in the moonlight. Allen’s eyes widened as the fabric fell away, revealing smooth skin and curves that made his brain short-circuit.

He quickly turned away, though not fast enough to miss Tela’s smirk.

"Shy, are we?" she teased, stepping into the water like a goddess descending from the heavens.

Allen cleared his throat. "Not shy. Just, uh, being polite."

Fina snorted. "Since when?"

As everyone began to settle into the springs, Allen couldn’t shake the feeling that the "cleansing ritual" was about to get a lot more... interactive.