Chapter 300: Tail
The first sight that unfolded before my eyes left my mind blank with the most obvious thought: Did I just see that wrong?
The light green hair, the pointed ears—I could accept those. But a naked elf in the back mountains of my farm? The world had changed dramatically over the past ten years, a revolution unlike anything in human history.
Yet in those ten years, the only new races to appear had been monsters like goblins, far removed from humanity. There'd never been a single report anywhere in the world of spotting a being like the elf-thing right in front of me.
Sure, maybe the government was hiding aliens from a crashed spaceship, like some urban legend suppressed by media control. But what kind of elf shows up in my farm's back mountains like a startled deer, then casually washes herself in the stream like this?
I tore my eyes away from her, rubbed them with my hand, then blinked a few more times, checking my vision over and over.
Splash, splish.
"…"
All I could see was that one elf, bathing silently with an expressionless—blank?—face. No words, just some unknowable thoughts behind those eyes.
What the hell do I do now?
Eleonora was out cold in the main pigsty, dead to the world. Urga was probably doing housework inside. The SD Character was invisible and inaudible to everyone but me, so effectively, I was alone here.
Surprisingly, my next move was to stay put—keep hiding and observe the elf just like this.
It's not just 'cause you wanna peep on that elf's naked body, right~? 😏
That's part of it, but this elf... she looks kinda familiar. Like, one more good look and it'd click.
I knew elves only from games and novels, fictional stuff. But this one in front of me felt strangely... not unfamiliar.
Of course it does! You glimpsed her last time when you went to cap—er, capture the white sow and saintess, remember~? 😜
"Oh, right."
Yeah, on the way to snag the saintess and her holy knight duo—who were still locked up on my farm—the SD Character's teleport glitch dumped me in some forest. And right there, my eyes met this elf-like creature's.
That's her! Looks like my little oopsie last time flung her over here... uhmm... 🤔
The SD Character let out a troubled hum.
Related to that day I vanished all day?
'Like, she panicked when we met and left her gate open by accident?'
Gasp!? 😱
If her "mistake" was what I thought, this elf was stranded here against her will—cut off from home, lost like a castaway.
And since it stemmed from someone connected to me, that meant I bore some responsibility. I had to help with her safety and getting her back.
In the end, I had no choice but to approach her. Half-worried, half-excited, I kept peeping on the elf.
She wouldn't bathe all day, so I could tail her to her hangout, or wait till she dressed and then talk. Either way...
As I pondered how to make contact, the SD Character suddenly shoved her face close to mine.
Hmm... I wouldn't recommend those approaches, Breeder~? 😒
"?"
You know a bit about elves, right? Why bother? She's bathing without a care, so she's probably been here a while. Just let her stay? 🥺
'Elves as I know them?'
Elves were nature-lovers in harmony with the wild, fierce against destroyers—or hunted slaves in fantasy tales. No doubt a race epitomizing beauty, like the one before me.
'But still, stranded alone in another world—shouldn't I help?'
Hmm... Fine, at least take one of those sows or the wild boar bitch with you! Recommend that~! 😠
"??"
What the hell?
I couldn't hide my confusion at the SD Character's unusual wariness and advice about the elf.
But she'd never steered me wrong before—not like the elf, who was a total unknown. Trust tipped her way naturally.
So I suggested observing from afar for now: "She might vanish if I step away, so let's watch a bit longer."
Hmm... That much is okay~ You're not rushing to fuck her, and keeping distance means no getting caught! 👍
'Fuck her?'
What image of elves did she have? She just said I knew a bit about them, then drops that?
I wanted to ask, but then—the elf turned her head this way. I froze on the spot.
"…?"
'Is she looking at me?'
N-No way! Plenty of distance both ways—she just turned her head by chance! 😰
But it felt like our eyes met? I was peeking through branches, surrounded by forest. No way she spotted me.
Still, reassuring myself did nothing to stop the flash of that Greek myth from childhood—Actaeon peeping on Artemis bathing, turned into a stag, torn apart by his own hounds.
Now I was the one stranded, tension so thick I barely breathed, afraid even that'd give me away.
"…?"
The elf tilted her head slightly, then kept bathing, still facing my way.
'But hey...'
Yeah~?
'In the middle of all this, thinking this elf is hot—does that make me weird?'
My life could be on the line, yet here I was, drooling over her pale, huge tits with perky nipples from the cold water. Her wide, birthing-hips ass rivaled Eleonora's. And that fierce face with the messy ponytail? Irresistibly sexy.
Survival instinct? Nah, pure breeding urge taking over. Am I losing it?
Yeah? Nah! I'm staring at her thinking she's all sleek and fuckable too, so you're totally normal~! 😘
"…"
She's even worse.
Staying like this, I'd lose it to her beauty and reveal myself. Decision made: head down the mountain. As I started backing away—
"Huaa…"
'Huh?'
The elf, who'd been scrubbing at the stream, stood, stretched her limbs like waking up. Bath over, apparently.
'Damn, nature-loving elf vibes—her bush is light green too.'
Not the time for that! She's moving! 🙄
Drooling like me, the SD Character's words snapped me back. I rolled my eyes, tracking the elf leaving the stream. She flopped onto a big, flat rock nearby.
'What’s she doing?'
She sprawled out starfish-style, like a pelt skinned from a beast. I asked the SD Character—who knew elf habits better—what the weirdness meant. She tilted her head.
Dunno~? Drying off, maybe? Like you said, that elf showed up solo—no towel or anything... 🧐
'Yeah, sun-baked rock, rolling around to dry every inch.'
Spreading legs yoga-style, flashing her tight pussy without a care? A bit startling. But compared to Eleonora flashing her heat-swollen cunt in broad daylight? Mild.
And if it was just drying off, as SD Character said, I kept watching. After about ten minutes, body mostly dry, she dressed, stood with a massive yawn, shook her head like a wet dog, and started walking.
Time to tail her—and that's when—
"...Isn't she kinda swaying her hips and ass like that?"
Is she? Well, she knows she's got those birthing hips and ass! Duh, how could she not~? 😏
Shoving aside the nagging unease, I began shadowing the elf.