Jealous Elf's Territory Mark and the Ex-Girlfriend Landmine
"…Who the hell is this?"
"L-Lena! Calm down!"
I hurriedly wrapped my arms around Lena's waist. Things were looking like we'd see blood first thing in the morning.
"Please. You don't want to see blood in the morning either, right?"
"Nah? I'm fine with it."
Was this the same woman who'd been complaining about insomnia? No time to point out the contradiction. First things first—save the poor guy.
"A-And Lena."
I pulled her white shoulder close and stroked her soothingly.
"Look at those guys' condition."
I kept my voice low on purpose.
"If you chase them out now, they'll die before they even reach the Tolgate. So..."
Stroke, stroke. I raised my fingers to gently scratch her scalp, like soothing a feral cat.
Finally, the tension in her shoulders eased just a bit. Good. She's calming down.
I seized the moment. "Just let them catch their breath here for a bit. Yeah?"
I pleaded desperately, but Lena still scowled, brows furrowed.
"No."
Flat refusal. She shook her head firmly.
"I don't want other guys in our house."
The hunters' faces drained of color. Kicking them out now would make me an accomplice to murder.
Time for a desperate gamble.
"…If you let them in."
"Eek…."
I lifted her silver hair slightly and nibbled on the tip of her pointed ear, whispering.
"I'll do anything you want. Unconditionally."
In that instant, the killing intent vanished.
"…?"
Her lips pursed in a bug-chewing grimace. The sharp glare remained.
But. Flutter, flutter. Her pointed elf ears twitched wildly, betraying her true feelings.
"…For real?"
Her sharp voice melted into a purr. She slyly turned her head to look up at me, eyes glistening wetly.
"Yes. For real. Anything you want."
"A-Anything at all?"
Flutter, flutter! Her ears flapped like mad, as if ready for takeoff.
"Yes. Anything."
"…."
Lena let out a small fake cough, her cheek twitching as she tried to maintain a poker face.
"Ahem. Well… if that's what Seojun wants."
Complete attitude shift. The fierce tiger turned into a lazy cat.
Lena waved her hand magnanimously.
"Come in. But cram yourselves into the corner of the garden. Step one foot inside the house, and I'll shatter every last one of your legs."
The hunters burst into tears. They kowtowed repeatedly on the ground. Relief of survival.
I swallowed a deep internal sigh.
One wish, huh…
Anxiety gnawed at me. What the hell would this lewd, ridiculously strong elf demand?
Her lips pressed right against my ear. Sweet breath licked my earlobe slickly.
"Looking forward to it, Seojun~?"
Sultry nasal tone. Goosebumps prickled down my spine.
I was in deep shit.
Beneath my shirt. Between her exposed pale thighs.
Squelch. I heard a wet sound.
Not my imagination.
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Garden corner. The bloodied hunters pitched tents and collapsed in exhaustion.
Through the living room window, their wretched state was crystal clear.
From outside, though, you couldn't see in at all. Thanks to the magic Lena layered on the living room—like car window tinting.
Dining table. Lena, naked once more, plopped onto my lap.
"Say ahh."
"Sheesh…."
"It's getting cold. Eat up."
"Ughhh…."
Ten minutes of standoff already. Lena stubbornly kept her mouth shut, refusing breakfast.
I stroked her hair nonstop, but no dice. She puffed her cheeks like a pufferfish.
Lena's gaze was fixed beyond the living room window—specifically on the female hunter who'd asked about me earlier.
"Still mad?"
"Pisses me off so much, seriously."
Pretty petty for the world's strongest.
"They can't see in anyway. Why care?"
"It's the principle!"
Lena snapped, snarling.
"Plus, that bitch was eyeing you…!"
Suddenly, she started grinding her teeth.
She really holds a grudge.
"She wasn't, I swear."
I soothed her, stroking her head.
Sniff. Abruptly, she hopped off my lap.
"Come here!"
She grabbed my nape and dragged me to the living room sofa.
Plop! She shoved me down onto it.
"Wh-Whoa?"
She hopped onto my thighs, spreading her legs wide and wrapping her hips around me tight.
Slim arms locked around my nape. Her massive bare breasts pressed down heavily.
Aaang!
"…!"
She nibbled my shoulder. It didn't hurt—just ticklish, like puppy teeth throwing a tantrum.
"Sheesh! He's mine, and that bitch dares to look?!"
From nape to forearm. She moved her lips, nipping repeatedly with ang ang sounds.
Saliva glistened over the bite marks.
"What are you doing?"
"Marking my territory! Gotta let 'em know he's mine!"
"Still, my body's technically mine."
I blurted it out in disbelief.
Her lips paused mid-lick on my arm. She shot me a glare.
"What'd you say?"
Cheeky snort.
"I'm the employer, so from head to toe, every bit of you is mine."
No chance to argue. She snatched my right hand and shoved my index finger into her mouth.
Slurp. Suck. Suck.
Hot, wet mouth. Her tongue coiled around my finger like a snake.
Sweet scent wafted strongly.
At the same time. Her gaze flicked back outside.
Jealousy. She glared murderously at the female hunter in the garden.
Smooth. Her remaining hand slid downward.
"…!"
Squelch. Squish squelch. Wet, sopping sounds.
Strings of arousal fluid soaked my thighs.
Driving me insane, seriously.
Roll. Her wine-red eyes rolled back.
Garden woman. Then me. Alternating stares as she frantically stirred her pussy.
She pressed and rubbed her pink clit hard.
"Haat… Eut… Pisses me off."
Menacing words. But her voice was drenched in pleasure.
"That bitch's eyes… haa… wanna gouge 'em out…."
She sucked my finger sloppily. Below, she gushed sticky fluids nonstop.
Channeling jealousy into lust, huh.
Slosh. Squish. She ground her pussy against my thigh, moaning throatily.
Her hips bucked, massive tits slapping my chest.
Slurp. Squelch. Squelch.
"Aah… Haat… Seojuuun…."
Growing friction sounds. My heart pounded wildly.
Felt like the hunters beyond the glass were staring right at us.
"L-Lena! Please… they can see everything!"
I grabbed her waist desperately. Tried yanking my finger from her mouth.
But no way I could overpower this brute elf.
"They can't… see… dummy… haa…."
Her wine-red eyes curved slyly. Her hip movements grew bolder.
Smack. Smooch.
Lena popped my finger out and lunged. Saliva-slick, slippery kiss.
Tongues tangled lewdly.
"Mmm… Haat… Love it…."
Every lip separation, she licked my earlobe. Nibbled my shoulder in between.
"Haaang… Seojun… here… more…."
Her hand tormenting below. It seized my wrist.
Between her splayed legs. She slapped my palm onto her scorching, swollen folds.
"Yes… Eut… Rub harder…."
Hot breath. The silver-haired high elf panted atop me.
I stared at the ceiling, swallowing hard.
Wonder if my bones'll wear out from this….
World's strongest stamina in spades. Guess she plans to dump it all into this.
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Hours later.
Vroooom—.
Engine roar faded into the distance.
The hunters, after emergency treatment and resupply, piled into their battered armored vehicle and fled like bats out of hell. Constant bowing thanks as a bonus.
At the same time.
Flutter flutter! The elf's pointed ears twitched furiously.
Her furrowed brows smoothed out wide.
"Yaaay—!"
Lena rolled across the living room floor.
"They're gone! All cleared out! Just us now, for real!"
Her mouth stretched ear-to-ear. Between her kicking bare thighs, pink folds peeked teasingly.
I let out a soft sigh.
Which beat should I dance to here.
Like a kid obsessed with exclusivity.
"That happy about it?"
"Duh! Some random bitch waltzing into our house?!"
She sprang up. Snapped her fingers lightly.
Snap.
Whirr.
The living room ceiling slid open left and right, dome-stadium style.
"Huh…?"
A container box floated lazily through the air.
Thud!
It landed dead center in the living room, kicking up dust. The ceiling sealed shut silently.
Clank. Creak.
Lena hummed cheerfully as she flung the container door wide.
Packed to the brim with daily necessities.
That's truffles, right? Caviar next to it….
Luxury ingredients even my shallow knowledge recognized.
"Why'd you buy all this?"
Shiny accessories, heaps of designer watches. From someone who doesn't wear a stitch anyway.
"Mood matters! Oh, the watches are your gift—take 'em all!"
"…Pardon?"
She pointed to a pile of watch boxes. Crown logos embossed. Transparent movements. Gem-encrusted.
Each one easily tens of millions won.
Gulp. I swallowed dryly.
All genuine, probably.
While I was lost in the watches, Lena whooshed past like the wind.
Target: Blue moving boxes shoved in the corner. Stuff from my old studio apartment.
"Wheee—!"
She dove into the pile like a kid into a ball pit. White legs kicked in the air. Pale ass jiggled.
Rip. Tearing.
Her slender hands ripped the tape savagely.
"W-Wait! Why are you opening those…!"
Were the watches just bait to distract me?!
I rushed over, but too late.
Spill! Crash.
Contents poured onto the floor.
"Ah."
She'd really brought my entire room.
Laundry bin stuffed with unwashed clothes. Near-empty cheap shampoo. Pilled old blanket.
Prime example of a stinky, dirt-poor bachelor pad.
Even the pajamas draped over my chair from kidnapping day.
"No privacy at all?!"
Shame flooded me. I scrambled to stuff it all back.
"What privacy?"
Smack! Lena slapped my hand away sharply.
Then hurled herself onto the old blanket.
Roll roll. She rubbed her whole body against it, white legs flailing.
Flutter flutter! Pointed ears danced happily.
"Why would you need privacy? You're mine, Seojun—so your private life is mine too."
What kind of power trip is this.
But I just gaped silently. I'd learned the hard way over days—arguing just hurts my jaw.
Meanwhile, Lena dug into my stuff in earnest.
Sniff sniff. She buried her nose.
In the heap of my stink-emitting underwear.
"Hey, stop! That's not washed—it's dirty."
"Not dirty at all! Seojun scent so thick—why dirty?!"
Her mouth gaped wide. Eyes glazed, pupils dilated. Drool dribbled from her lips.
Upper pervert incarnate.
Rustle. Lena's hand paused.
She fished something from the box bottom.
Worn, faded gray hoodie. The one I threw on for errands.
"Hee hee."
Sly smile. Lena jumped up.
Whoosh. She flipped it over her head.
"…."
Bottomless again. Precarious pubic line. Pink folds teasingly visible.
So pretty it kills. So cute it's maddening.
Despite being a monstrous pervert boss.
I hated myself for melting at the sight.
"Waa…."
Lena huddled small. Hands vanished into the baggy sleeves.
She pressed the scent-soaked cuffs to her nose.
Deep, heavy inhale.
"Haa… Sniff…."
Pupils loosened hazily. Pale cheeks flushed hot.
"Feels like hugging Seojun tight…."
Squelch.
"…!"
She started pleasuring herself to my scent.
Squiiiish. Slick.
Sticky arousal dripped down her thighs.
"…."
Nowhere to look. I ducked my head, pretending to admire the gifted watch.
Lena arched her back. Swollen tits jiggled.
"Your scent's too good… my pussy's melting… eut… haa…!"
Then.
Thud.
An old wallet tumbled from the hoodie pocket.
From the wallet's gap, a long photo strip poked out.
Four-panel sticker photo.
"Hm…?"
Lena's head snapped around mid-gasp. Eyes locked on the fallen photo.
Instantly.
"…."
Stifling silence.
Squelching stopped. Elf ears froze stiff.
Her sticky fingers scooped up the photo from the floor.
Scene in the photo. Me from two years ago. And a girl kissing my cheek, beaming. Hearts drawn above our heads. Affectionate pose.
My ex-girlfriend.
"Uh… that's."
My spine iced over. Even an idiot knows—I stepped on a landmine. A nuclear one.
Smooth. Lena slowly turned her head.
Toward me.
Wine-red eyes. Killing intent boiled anew.
"Seojun."
Voice scraped from hell's bedrock.
"…Who the hell is this?"
