Rewards for the Good Pussy Elf, Voluntary Exposure Hell for the Bad Pussy Bitch

"Ah, Doyeon♡"

"...Huh?"

I'd fast-traveled to the game's starting area—a quiet village inn. I just blinked in surprise.

The sight that greeted me the moment I opened the door was way off from what I'd expected.

"Long time no see? I heard you judged the pussy contest ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠in the capital—how'd it go?"

"...?"

I got the naked apron look on that total perv. I'd set it that way myself. Sure, it meant her breast milk topped the foamy beer, but it was nutritious, right? Her belly had deflated too—must've been about a week since she gave birth.

That wasn't the real issue, though.

Wait, her ears...?

Why did Dotom Baji have pointy elf ears, the hallmark of elves?

I reached out and touched them right away to figure out what the hell was going on.

A gasp slipped from my lips.

"...Ah, right."

Come to think of it, I'd tweaked things when I dealt with Chicken Coop Pussy. High elves are pussy elves. That made her own name less embarrassing...

The name got reflected in her settings!

The waitress I'd renamed Dotom Baji before—her race had changed to match. Her age bumped up over 500, and all the details adjusted ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠accordingly.

This god game's insane rules made my head spin.

What kind of game did they even make?

"Milky... Milky drink, bartender~."

"...Pardon?"

"One cup of fresh breast milk here!!"

"Ah, yes. Dotom Baji, if you please."

"Sure thing~."

Dotom Baji headed to the counter like she'd been waiting for this. She squeezed her tits with practiced motions—squirt, squirt—filling a wooden cup to the brim before plopping down right next to me and snuggling up.

"Hehe♡ Didn't expect you so soon, Doyeon. It's not even been a full week yet?"

"I missed you, that's why. Oh, what happened with that swollen belly last time?"

"Oh, the baby? Gave birth safe and sound♡"

Then she started chattering away. Long story short:

Ah, that setting?

Pussy elves could get pregnant from nature's energy. Special blood let them give birth fast.

"Haven't named her yet."

"A boy?"

"Tch, I told you last time? Pussy elves only birth the same sex~."

"Right. So she's a pussy elf too... Wait."

But that thought didn't last. A chill ran down my spine, and I pulled up the console.

Soon enough, pussy elf settings got tweaked.

"...She's not a pussy elf, right?"

"Yeah, that's what I'm pondering. Pussy elf names are easy, though, right?"

"......Phew!!!"

Whew, that was close. Nearly saddled a newborn with a harsh name. Sure, it's a game, but still...

Characters like that would get region-locked or rejected from serialization in a novel.

I calmed my nerves with her milk.

-Gulp.

"Kuh... Mind if I name the kid?"

"Huh!? F-For real!!?"

"I'll name her like she's ours."

"Hehe♡ Doyeon and my baby...♡"

I decided on a name in under a second.

"How about Kim Dohwa?"

Kim for my daughter. Flower hwah so she grows pretty like one, not like her mom.

Dotom Baji's lips curved into a smile.

"Dohwa... Feels just like our kid, Doyeon. Makes me so happy♡"

"Good, raise her right. If money's tight, here."

I plunked a sack of gold coins on the table—thud!!! Pussy contest winnings from my inventory.

Her eyes went wide.

"...No way, is this...?"

"How could I sit still knowing you were pregnant? Got it as contest judge reward in the capital."

"Waaah...♡"

She mumbled:

"...Ah, feels like I'm ovulating♡ Love you so much, Doyeon♡"

"......"

Even her solo muttering setting was working overtime. Good for her.

Time to wrap up aftercare...

"Oh yeah. You're a pussy elf too—know a Chicken Coop Pussy?"

I segued naturally. Time to ask about the one I'd ended for her racist bullshit. Wondered if news of her carrot-stuffed pussy fridge strut reached here.

Dotom Baji's face turned serious.

"Her... Sigh, she's the shame of us pussy elves."

"Rumors reached here too?"

"Duh! I get it as a fellow pussy elf, but sigh. How could she do that in human lands?"

"Fair point."

She wasn't one to talk, but... Dotom Baji had common sense alteration blessing; Chicken Coop Pussy got raw-deleted. Different stories.

Time to check on her.

"Gotta go. Raise Dohwa well."

I downed the milk and stood.

She saw me off lavishly as I left the inn.

Next stop was obvious.

NPC Chicken Coop Pussy coordinates...

"Left the empire already?"

Embarrassed and bolted—a week and she went far. High elf stamina? Pussy elf now, whatever.

I fast-traveled.

"Non-projectile bitch daughter!!"

"...Hic!?"

The world blurred. Suddenly, I stood in a quiet field, locking eyes with Chicken Coop Pussy in her green dress—that arrogant bitch.

"H-Human? When did you...?"

"Wow~ Meeting a celebrity."

"Eek, hic! Hiiik!!?"

She trembled, tears welling, breath ragged.

-Mutter.

"Swore I'd never show my face to humans again... Why..."

Hmm, poor thing. She'd reflected enough—time to forgive?

"Don't worry. You were a pussy contest chef too, so I'll take responsibility..."

"Shut up, human!! I refuse to speak with human scum anymore!!!"

"...Oh, straight to rude talk?"

Was gonna forgive, but she stayed a bitch. Console time.

Her life got way trashier.

That oughta do it.

"Why so embarrassed anyway? It's natural for pussy elves."

Gaslighting on. The now-thick-skulled pussy elf gaped dumbly.

"...But to humans."

"Anyway. There's a way to erase that video of you."

"...!!!? W-What!?"

I dropped the absurd line.

"Let it spread more. Until it's not unique anymore—just one of many perv clips."

"Wh-What!? Ridiculous!!"

She resisted at first, obviously.

"Hide a tree in the forest, common sense, right?"

"...I-Is that so?"

"Yes."

"Sounds legit!"

Yeah, thick skull living up to it.

"But who would... do that stuff..."

"Who? You, obviously."

"H-Huh!?"

"You're the only pussy elf famous for trashy acts. Dilute it by spreading more pussy elf vids."

"No fellow would help... Pointless then..."

"Don't worry. I have a plan."

I smoothly reeled her in. Soon she was stripping naked.

"Same pose as before? Like a pussy fridge?"

"Yes. Parade human villages yelling the lines I taught you."

"D-Dying of shame... but no choice."

And Chicken Coop Pussy... made the trashiest declaration.

"I-Inferior humans!! Film this for fap fuel and spread it far and wide!! For the record, I'm NOT Chicken Coop Pussy!!!"

"Pfft!!"

God, total thick skull. Post-streaking saggy tits, smooth bald pussy all out while screaming.

"Uh, what's that bag over your head...?"

"Can't let your face get known—that'd miss the point. Obvious cover."

"Has my name on it, though?"

"What if you lose it? Gotta label it."

"Face is still visible anyway."

"Can't cover eyes or you can't see. Doesn't slip off ears much—practical."

"Right! You're a smart human!"

She bought it without doubt. Didn't notice contradictions, just bread bag labeled "Chicken Coop Pussy" screaming she's not.

Viewers would know instantly.

"People will ask if you're Chicken Coop Pussy."

"N-No way!! After all this, they'd spot me!?"

"Nah, inferior humans won't notice. Just guessing from the vid."

"Makes sense."

Time to nuke her life for good.

"Yell back: 'I'm not Chicken Coop Pussy—just an exposure-loving perv!' Then bolt in that pose."

"Stupid humans won't suspect!"

"If another pussy elf spots you..."

"I'd be exposed even to them! Got it!"

"Pfft, yes."

Now she'd roam the empire instead of the forest. Sneak into villages, bag on head, naked, flashing everything—face, name, saggy udders, chicken coop pussy.

How many times? Till she meets a pussy elf, realizes I duped her...

What face would thick-skulled self-exposure queen make then?

"Avoid other pussy elves best you can."

"Planned to. Can't get caught looking this trashy—couldn't even return to the forest."

"True."

Mental collapse incoming, but racist NPC's fate? Not my problem. Hang in there, bitch.

"Oh, perfect—merchant coming. Ask for historic first shoot."

"Might not have magic tool?"

"You provide it. Here, plenty from me."

"Thanks! Off I go!"

Oblivious, she left. Soon, screams echoed.

"Hiiiik!!? P-Pervert..."

"Inferior human! Film this for fap fuel and spread it wide!!"

"...Huh? Wait, you're that famous Chicken Coop Pussy."

"For the record, I'm NOT Chicken Coop Pussy!!"

"But your face is exact."

"I'm not Chicken Coop Pussy—just an exposure-loving perv!!!"

Shocked merchant's wail. And Chicken Coop Pussy's sober perv show to erase her stain.

Live strong, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠bitch.

Hope ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠next meet she's fixed that attitude.

"Now, next up..."

Pussy contest runner-up Estelle? Check on her first.