Chapter 301: The Elf Who Wants to Rape
Tracking the elf isn't all that difficult.
Even though it's just a glimpse I caught, I have no idea what geographical differences there are between where that elf lives and the back mountain of our farm.
But this mountain has plenty of spots to hide here and there, so whenever the elf pauses her steps or tilts her head, I just duck behind a nearby rock or tree.
Even as a total beginner at tailing someone, keeping up with her doesn't pose much of a problem.
"But check that out?"
She's heading straight for the goblin turf, huh? 😏
I keep thinking the path feels familiar, and sure enough, the elf heads toward the natural cave I suspected was Dungchi's hangout.
I figured an elf would build some treehouse nest up in the branches and live like that, but fantasy and reality are worlds apart, it seems.
She probably doesn't see the point in building a house when she doesn't even know how long she'll stick around! Just needs a spot to dodge the rain for now, ya know? 🌧️
"Makes sense?"
If I'd known, maybe back in school I'd have holed up in the library studying survival guides instead of pranking the security guard with my buddies.
I ignore the SD Character's slightly exasperated stare and keep tailing the elf. The closer I get, the nearer she draws to the goblins' old cave.
"She's definitely been here a while. She's mapped out all the beasts in these mountains—no caution at all heading back to her hideout."
I wonder if there are bears in her world, but even without them, you'd think she'd be on guard exploring a dense forest mountain so different from home.
Yet she sways along like she's strolling her neighborhood hill, having clearly scouted the goblin cave area and nailed down the local ecosystem.
Her posture's chipping away at my mental image of elves a bit, but maybe that "friend of nature" fantasy trope holds some truth after all. As I nod to myself—
"Whoa, she's going in."
See? Told ya—just needs shelter from the weather! 😜
The goblin cave looms ahead, and the elf vanishes inside, still swaying her hips with that weird, fluid gait.
I halt, keeping distance from the entrance, then circle around to the side.
I trace a mental circle around the entrance, scouting the perimeter.
Can't rule out traps to catch trackers like me.
Creeping carefully, maintaining my stealth as best I can, I round to the right side. There, two Y-shaped sticks stabbed into the ground, a rod laid across them—
"Well, well, what do we have here?"
Traces of a fire between the Y-sticks, and chunks of meat dangling from the rod like fermented soybean blocks.
What, disappointed 'cause nature-loving elf's grilling meat? 😂
"Nah, why would I be? She eats what she wants—who am I to judge?"
The fire pit catches my eye, but more so the meat chunks strung up like preserved rations.
"Knowing how to make preserved food means it's not just survival meat-eating. Her culture's got carnivores from the start."
And finally, the piles of animal hides scattered around.
They've bugged me since I spotted this drying rack cum cook station.
Even with my lacking wilderness knowledge, hides from hunted beasts are useful for all sorts of things.
Leaving them like trash screams "I don't need this crap."
Not ignorance—more like "why bother?"
With the entrance checked, I head to the hide pile to ID what she's been eating, approaching the drying rack—
And spot something shocking.
"These... are all rats."
Rats?? 😲
"Not just the meat size—none of these hides are bigger than my palm. And this...?!"
Barring a few holes, the fur color matches perfectly with the vermin that exploded in numbers on our farm recently—the ones that had Eleonora shaking just moments ago.
Hold up... so this elf's been hunting and eating rats?! 😱
"Means she knows our farm's location. And look at those sacks nearby! Those are the feed bags I gave Dungchi! I thought they vanished and he dragged 'em off...!"
The back mountain isn't far from the farm, sure, but this is huge. Proof this elf has zero qualms approaching human civilization.
Run for it! Get outta there NOW! She's dangerous!! 🚨
"Yeah, time to bail. Just rat pups here from the looks of it, but..."
Grateful she's culled the feed-stealing rats, but meat-eating opens the door to her eyeing our pigs anytime.
Especially with the back mountain so close to the main pigsty and young sow pen!
"She might've already hit our pigs..."
"...No. I'm not a thief."
"!!"
A woman's voice from behind me.
Like a nightingale's song, or jade beads rolling—
No ups and downs, yet it conjures her beauty just from the sound alone. Definitely not one of our sows or Urga sis.
RUN! Don't look back, just— Ahh?! Watch out!! 😰
"Guh?!"
As I bolt on the SD Character's warning, a rope snares my ankle—a bola hunting tool. I crash helplessly.
"...The human from before."
"You remembered...?!"
I figured she'd forgotten my brief glimpse, but this elf recalls me. She leaps ethereally at my bound legs, landing silently beside me.
"...Human who invaded our forest."
"But I left quick!"
"...Not enough. You set up weird passage in our forest, led here."
Her blunt, flat tone matches her vacant face as she binds my hands tight. Despite her slender frame, she hoists me over her shoulder like a rice sack.
"Wh-what the hell? What're you gonna do to me?"
"...Price of intrusion?"
Fantasy trope time—forest invaders get slain mercilessly? Heart pounding, I blurt to my grim first elf encounter.
"FYI, if I vanish, a super scary sow comes from our farm. If anything happens to me..."
"...Won't take your life. Calm."
"?"
What? Before I press, the elf—now bounding like a hyper rabbit, hips no longer swaying—hops toward the cave, brimming with excitement.
Told ya to run! You kinda knew what elves are like, Breeder—why chase her? Or... was that why? 😏
"?"
No time to retort. The elf drags me deep into the cave.
"Knew you lived here!"
Inside: beast hides on the floor from small game like wild boars or deer. Her bow and arrows hang on the wall.
Thud!
"Ugh..."
She dumps me on the hide like trash for gawking, then draws a dagger from her thigh sheath.
"What... y-you said you'd spare my life...!"
"...Yes. No threat to life. But pay the price."
She shreds my work clothes with her blade, not stopping at ripping them off—now the knife flashes at my panties.
"...Don't worry. Won't eat you. Just curious."
For some reason, it reminds me of first training Eleonora: "Strip—can't risk hidden weapons!" Maybe she's disarming me too.
Elves live so secluded nobody knows much—rare numbers, centuries of inbreeding... that's why elves...!! 🫣
Before she finishes, the elf tosses her dagger, yanking off my panties with urgent, rough hands belying her blank face.
"...Knew it."
Life on the line ignites breeding instinct? My cock springs up like a coiled spring.
"Hmph..."
She snorts, unbuckling her leather hotpants belt.
"...Spying on my bath wasn't enough—you tailed me. Why?"
"That..."
"...Think I wouldn't notice? Horny male stench everywhere—any elf would smell it. I shook my ass as warning, yet you followed. Why?"
Gulp!
"Huh?"
Not me. Not the SD Character.
The gulper? The elf, hand on her hips, shucking pants and panties roughly.
Elf drooling while stripping?
Her top tears half-off in her haste.
"...Last time, showed up naked. Clear provocation."
What the hell's happening?
Too stunned for words—
She grabs my cock confidently.
"...No answer confirms it. Provoked me. Invaded forest, wafted superior semen scent to tease. Seducing me."
Normally I'd cheer this turn, but her feral glare—like Urga or Eleonora devouring prey—stifles me.
"...No reply. Shameless. Invaded our forest, seduced me, now cock hard to provoke. You'll pay dearly."
"Y-you don't mean?!"
"...Won't eat you. Gotta check something."
As ya see... elves crave other races—especially human men like you...!! 😈
Drip—
Straddling me, her crotch webs sticky nectar like Eleonora's starvation hunger, draping over my cock.
"...Mother wondered too. How potent is seed of human male who pierced forest barrier. Said bring him if chance... so..."
Rape... you?
The elf tilts her head innocently. I'm speechless.