The Eunuch Ogre's Burning Rage
Under the blue sky draped in the shadow of floodwaters, the female ogre huddled in recovery, beginning to suppress the ceaseless surge of bloodthirsty madness. Getting excited right now would be a bad move. As if to remind her of that, a sharp ache pulsed from her lower body. She took a moment to steady her breathing, exhaling evenly. Fortunately, thanks to her overwhelming physical prowess, the pain seemed to have eased somewhat—it lingered only briefly before vanishing entirely.
At the same time, an image of a certain human flashed in her mind. “Grrrrowl.” Instinctive fury boiled up again, but the ogre brushed it off with a familiar low rumble in her throat. She replayed the absurd sequence of events that had befallen her.
As the apex predator of her domain, living a leisurely life of toying with prey, she had stumbled upon the act of mating. Having no kin around, the ogre had never even considered such things. But witnessing those dog-headed brutes ravaging a small green female prey sparked an instinctive realization: there was no need to limit herself to her own kind.
That epiphany led her to round up every female in her territory to sate the sudden flood of lust. Proud of her conquests, she was about to continue when she realized her mistake. Wasn't she the overwhelming tyrant and ruler of this forest, with her unmatched body and strength? Pathetic rabble like that could never satisfy her desires.
After various experiments and deliberations, she recalled the one unusually large and resilient specimen in her territory. She rushed out, snapped the neck of its mate in an instant, seized the terrified female, and dragged her back to her lair.Filled with unprecedented excitement and anticipation, she began the long-awaited ‘work.’”。
The captured female endured the ogre's onslaught admirably, even rewarding her with lightning bolts of pleasure surging from her lower body. Lost in the throes, the ogre shook her hips for days without eating. Just when she thought she'd vented this newfound lust adequately, a faint killing intent prickled from behind.
True to form, she tensed every muscle in her body into a defensive stance. Confident she'd perfectly countered the ambush, she smugly affirmed her status as the forest's tyrant. But then the threat vanished in a flash. Turning, she saw a tiny lifeform with a sinister smirk curling its lips. She tilted her head in confusion.
The little thing might be adept at hiding, but its intellect fell far short of threatening her. Smirking back, she lunged to capture it—her stomach was growling after days without food anyway. But as she moved with a thick, predatory grin, overwhelming agony exploded.
The bolt-of-lightning pain, unlike anything she'd felt, shattered her sanity. Yet pride as the forest's ruler and the searing torment in her lower body fueled her rage. After yanking out the small stick lodged in her ass, she pursued the scent with blood streaming down her legs.
Such trifles meant nothing to her in her fury-maddened state. Driven by heightened instincts and madness, her physical abilities surpassed their norms, allowing her to corner the tiny pest. But then, transfixed, she watched its provocative display.
The actions were simple: mating, the very trigger of her lust. Normally, she'd ignore or shred such vermin antics. But now, knowing pleasure, the aroused moans from the female clinging to it froze her in place. Her own matings had been one-sided; this was the first time she'd heard such ecstatic cries from a female.
Paralyzed, bleeding like a waterfall with murderous eyes, she watched the tiny one flash a wicked grin before vanishing. Vision blurring, body staggering, she barely retreated to recover—and that was just recently.
Now fully healed, even recalling those moans elicited no response from her numb lower body. Instinct screamed: something fatal had happened to her. Crunch! Her fangs ground in rage, a guttural roar escaping her maw.
Despair at losing that exquisite pleasure mingled with hatred for the tiny one, clouding her mind. Then, faintly intensifying at her nostrils: its scent. “Grrowl...” She knew it would come here. Its defiant eyes had matched those of fools who'd challenged her before.
The ogre rose, shaking out her restored body. The scent thickened. Eyes gleaming with anticipation and madness, she blinked—and there it was. The insolent pest, glancing at her crotch with a smirk.
Enraged by its arrogance, she unleashed a full-throated bellow. “KUOOOOOAAAAAHHH!!!” She vowed to devour it and claim its female as her toy, eyes bloodshot with battle lust and revenge.
KUOOOOOAAAAAHHH!!!
After hustling my feet, I reached my target spot. Just as before, the ogre—somewhat recovered and radiating killing intent—was the only thing there.
'Heh. Bark all you want, you neutered fuck.' I didn't say it aloud, but it caught the gist from my eyes and posture. Its trembling was pathetically amusing.
A male's pride comes from his dick. Of course a colossal monster with peanuts and sausage in ruins looks ridiculous.
Normally, I'd voice that mind-fuck and grind its nerves raw. But...
'Can't throw a tantrum with the body cam on... tch.' The situation forced restraint, which sucked.
'First, create an opening for Jisu to strike.'
Park Jisu needed a brief gap before combat for her opener. But against my hopes, the aggro was maxed—the ogre bulked its lower body muscles, toes twitching, ready for a 1v1 deathmatch.
Its predatory momentum screamed it'd pounce at any lapse. I unleashed the mana coiled in my dantian alongside full killing intent.
BOOM!!!
Mana erupted, crushing the arena with overwhelming pressure—shattering leaves and stones. My will-fueled killing intent rose like heat haze, saturating the space with illusory thick blood scent.
That halted the ogre mid-lunge. Its bloodshot eyes sharpened coldly; over-tensed thighs redistributed power evenly, balancing offense and defense.
Chills ran down my spine at its control over rage and madness. Scanning me head to toe with appraising eyes—like sizing up a person.
'Ha...! This is a monster?'
Common lore painted them as instinct-driven beasts, but this contradicted everything. Doubt flooded my academy training.
'These things aren't just smart—they seem like full sapients...'
The heavy atmosphere synced with my spiraling conspiracy theories for a moment. I shook my head to dispel them, continuously venting mana and killing intent to prevent a blind rush.
'Kill first, questions later.'
Whatever it was, priority was slaying it and escaping the gate. With body cam proof, post-fight exit meant A-rank promotion was inevitable.
A-rank came with Association training—answers would follow. Worrying now was pointless self-shackling. True combat thrived in no-mind flow.
Steeling myself, I began seriously drawing up my mana.