Probing the Elf Scout's Secrets
"Alright, then... shall we get a read on your identity?"
After a light pre-meal warmup—call it sex?—Minwoo sent Riri on her way and switched the Glow Stick to blinking mode. Chloe's eyes went blank as she slid off the bed, walked over to Minwoo, and snapped to attention.
"...Take off all your clothes."
"..."
Without a moment's hesitation, Chloe began stripping at Minwoo's command. Her demeanor was utterly deadpan, like she was heading out alone to wrap some seaweed.
As the garments draped over her body fell to the floor one by one, the elf's stunning nude form was revealed. It had to be the first time in history an outsider had laid eyes on something like this.
"Hah... damn, words fail me."
Minwoo let out admiring sighs as he began to savor Chloe's body like a connoisseur appraising a work of art.
"Turn around slowly in place. That's it, just like that..."
It felt like character creation in a game. Minwoo directed her movements, drinking in every angle. Her skin was as pure white as Siola's at first glance, but unlike Siola's icy chill, it carried the warm promise of spring on the horizon.
Her height and slender build rivaled Ernate's, yet it evoked a fragile delicacy that stirred protective instincts rather than sturdiness. Her curves and toned muscles held Aisha's healthy allure, blended seamlessly with the pitiful vulnerability of a flower in a greenhouse. Minwoo couldn't put a name to this aesthetic duality.
He could only marvel that this was what an elf was.
"Whoops... got so caught up admiring you that I forgot about the identity check."
Muttering to himself, Minwoo reached out and grabbed one of Chloe's breasts. The breast—itself a masterpiece—was ruthlessly deformed in his rough grip. This overflowing fullness might be an E-cup, he figured. Elves and E-cups, huh?
"..."
Even if her looks had youthened, Minwoo was still the same old-dad-joke-spouting uncle at heart.
He toyed with her breast like a plaything while starting her background check.
"Let's see... name's Chloe, right? Already got that. Age?"
"...Eighty."
"Hm... younger than Aisha. So, how long do elves usually live?"
"...Around three hundred years."
"Whoa... longer than beastkin. Eighty out of three hundred—that's like a human in their twenties, right? Not sure on the exact conversion..."
Whatever. As long as she looked pretty, age didn't matter—that was Minwoo's creed. The age question was just for kicks.
His questions continued.
"Heard elves live all closed off in their forests. What brings you out to the human world? Exiled or something?"
"...We avoid mingling with other races, but we never neglect gathering external intel to protect ourselves. That's the duty of a scout..."
"Ah, got it."
Not exiled, then.
"So you showed up at the slave auction because of rumors about an elf?"
"..."
Chloe nodded. Just as Minwoo had guessed. Luckily—or unluckily—the elf slave auction had been a scam, but no complaints here. He'd scored a real elf out of it.
Now Minwoo got down to the real brainwashing questions.
"What's most precious to you?"
Chloe's lips parted slowly at his query.
"...The eternal well-being of us elves. Fulfilling my duty as a scout."
"Hmm... solid, but boring. Anything else?"
"..."
No response from Chloe. Minwoo made a dissatisfied face. Sure, pride like that wasn't useless, but...
"No lover? Not sure if elves even do that..."
She shook her head. A denial.
"Something like that? Fiancé, crush, anything?"
Another shake of the head.
"Not much fun. Obviously no sexual experience, then?"
"..."
Minwoo tilted his head at her silence.
"Wait, you have experience?"
"..."
Still nothing. Pondering her silence, Minwoo reached a conclusion.
"...You don't even know what sexual experience means, do you?"
A nod. Minwoo stared in disbelief.
"Hah... seriously? How do you not know about sex at your age?"
Were elves conservative about sex ed? That was Minwoo's wild guess, but the truth was far stranger.
Unlike other races, elves didn't reproduce through regular intercourse. Sure, they had the equipment and could do the act, but among themselves, they never bothered.
So how did they reproduce? It started like any romance—love between man and woman. But even then, no physical relations. Strictly platonic.
To conceive, they needed a spirit tree. In elf habitats stood a massive tree called the spirit tree. Loving couples who swore oaths before it would receive a child from the tree itself.
Minwoo gaped at the story, like telling kids babies are brought by storks.
"Wait... then why have useless reproductive organs? For getting raped by other races?"
"..."
Chloe said nothing. Probably didn't know.
Suddenly, a sly grin crossed Minwoo's face.
"Hold up... can't I just experiment with that myself?"
Beastkin were known to be infertile with humans, but elves? Total unknown. Minwoo wasn't human anymore—he was an incubus demon—but that didn't matter.
"Time to lay down some proper brainwashing."
For brainwashing, you first needed their pride and desires. Chloe was more like Ernate or Siola than Aisha, so Minwoo planned to approach it similarly.
Chloe valued her scout duty above all: regularly gathering intel on short- and long-term threats to elf well-being. Especially humans, whom they constantly watched—greedy beings who might turn on them anytime. Discovery of their hideout would spell doom.
Brainwashing her would be easy.
A rough story formed in Minwoo's mind.
"This time, let's try something new I haven't done before."
Minwoo's theme: a female-superior misunderstanding play. A genre he'd invented on the spot.
......
After finishing the brainwashing, Minwoo redressed Chloe. Then he recreated the exact scene from when they'd first teleported here: him pinned under her, subdued.
Manipulating the Glow Stick in that awkward position was tricky, but he pulled it off, restoring her mind while staying "pinned."
"Nngh..."
Chloe's eyes fluttered open, her face blank for a moment—a common post-hypnosis daze. Then Minwoo's act began.
"Heh... you think this'll make me blink?"
"..!"
His words snapped Chloe back. She recalled the situation—and what she'd been doing. This man, Minwoo, knew her identity. She'd captured him and teleported here. And then...
What came after was overwritten by Minwoo's hypnosis.
Interrogation revealed this man knows how to reach the elves' hideout. If the Empire finds out... we're done for..!
First, Minwoo made her see him as a human in the know about elf secrets. Not entirely a lie—he'd actually learned it during questioning, figuring he might visit someday.
But the brainwashing didn't stop there.
To stop him, I need his weakness..!
Logically, the simplest way to prevent leaks was killing him. But brainwashed Chloe couldn't think of that. Her thoughts veered into absurdity.
Humans value their offspring above all. Take one hostage, and his mouth stays shut.
No clue if he had kids—or if he'd tell her. But there was a way.
If none, make one..! I know human reproduction. I can play the woman's role. Use my body to milk his semen and get pregnant somehow. Then I'll have his weakness..!
Absurd to anyone normal—especially Chloe. But she was dead serious.
Carrying a human child disgusts me, but it's the only way to fulfill my duty..!
Decision made, Chloe acted.
"Hey, what the hell are you doing?"
She dragged Minwoo onto the bed and started stripping him, binding his arms with his own clothes.
"Damn it, let me go!"
"..."
Minwoo thrashed in feigned panic but couldn't "escape." All an act, of course—but he was immersed for the fun.
With him secured, Chloe began undressing herself. She'd "learned" it was more effective for extracting human male semen.
Watching her, Minwoo said:
"You... no way..?"
"That's right."
Blushing at her nudity but playing tough, Chloe forced a smile.
Minwoo nearly burst out laughing inside but held it together for the performance.
As Chloe shed her last piece—her panties—she declared boldly:
"Get ready. I'll rape you until I get pregnant."
"..."
Even Minwoo had to snort at Chloe's final line.