Choi Hwayoung (4): The Half-Elf's Hidden Flames

Though it wasn't my intention, I'd suddenly stumbled upon Senior Hwayoung's secret, and it left me more than a little surprised. I'd sensed something off about her vibe compared to ordinary people, but I never imagined it was because she was an elf.

For reference, in this world, it was nearly impossible to tell if someone was Korean just by their hair or eye color. Warp gates had erased travel times between nations, and translation magic tools made interacting with foreigners far easier than in my previous life. Plus, awakening abilities often altered appearances, so black hair and dark eyes were no longer exclusively Korean traits.

That said, I hadn't expected her parents to be not just foreigners, but an entirely different species.

Elf. The elf race hadn't existed in this world for all that long—at least not compared to Earth's lifespan, though in absolute terms, it dated back quite a ways.

The warp gates typically used to access dungeons were ones that connected to specific regions of Earth that had dungeonized. That was about the limit of what humanity could create with current tech.

But naturally occurring gates sometimes led to worlds beyond Earth—distant planets in the cosmos or parallel universes, though that hadn't been fully clarified yet.

About a thousand years ago, warp gates to "other worlds" opened simultaneously in South Korea and several other countries. Those natural gates connected to places like the World Tree Forest, the Ironforge Valley, or the Lair of the Blue Dragon.

One of the races that migrated through and settled here was the elves. To be precise, it was more like an exodus than a simple migration, from what I'd learned.

The details were complicated, but the key point was that when these otherworldly races crossed over, their homeworld was already doomed to destruction. Many probably accepted death quietly in their homeland, but those with the will to survive made it to Earth and took root.

And so, unlike the original Earth, elves, dwarves, and other races mingled into society across the globe. A thousand years later, the first generation had mostly returned to dust, but their descendants carried on, blending seamlessly into everyday life.

Senior Hwayoung was undoubtedly one of those descendants.

"I had no idea you were an elf. So your pharmacology and magic aren't dual awakenings...?"

"Making potions isn't really an awakening ability. I just follow what Mom taught me. My actual awakening is just Ifrit's Flame—fire magic."

She went on to explain that her ability was tied to a fire magic called Ifrit's Flame.

...Wait, but I thought non-human races from outside, even their descendants, couldn't awaken abilities?

"...By the way, the reason I have an awakening is because I'm a half-elf."

"Half? So you're a mix of human and elf?"

"Yeah. Mom's the elf, Dad was human. ...Though he's been gone for a while now."

"...I see."

"By human standards, it was just natural causes, so no big deal."

Before I could even ask, Senior Hwayoung opened up about her background.

"My mom was a bit of an odd one among elves—she didn't really want to marry anyone from her own race."

"Odd tastes?"

"...Yeah, she preferred younger guys over peers or older ones... "

"......"

"N-not me...?! I mean, that was just my mom!!"

I hadn't even planned to tease her about it, but her frantic denial was surprisingly cute.

"Anyway, apparently there was a guy in this world with a taste for older elves. She met my dad when he was a 'little kid' of thirty and they got married. I'm ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠one of the kids born from that."

"Inter-species marriages aren't that rare."

Calling a thirty-year-old a 'little kid' was peak elf age math, tough to wrap my head around. But pointing that out would make me sound speciesist, so I let it slide.

"Anyway... I didn't deliberately hide being a half-elf. No one asked, so I just kept quiet."

"Who'd ask that? It's not like it's useful info."

In business, whether someone was human or not didn't matter much, and asking could come off as discriminatory anyway.

"It gets annoying if word spreads. People treat you like a freak if they know there's elf blood."

"I get it, Senior. Back when I was an aspiring male hunter, I got all kinds of weird looks."

"Sorry if it feels like I tricked you... I wasn't hiding it on purpose. I planned to tell you once we got closer."

She averted her eyes guiltily, mumbling excuses, and it was unbearably endearing.

"Doesn't matter to me if you're full elf, half, or whatever."

"...Huh? R-really? Even as a half?"

"Half, full, human—who cares? Pureblood, half-elf, plain human, none of it's a problem. All that matters is that right now, you're under me, crying those cute tears while we make love."

"W-what're you saying, you perv...? A-and I'm not crying!"

"Then I'll make you cry from here on out."

"...What?"

Her voice shifted to startled surprise as she tentatively met my gaze. I locked eyes with her in silent greeting, then slowly pulled my cock out from deep inside her.

Still tight as hell, but her body had loosened just enough to start moving properly. Now was the time to truly savor every inch of her.

"I'm moving now, Senior."

"G-gentle... okay?"

Squelch!

"Eeeeeek...?!"

My cock scraped from her depths to entrance at high speed. Her body clamped down so fiercely not even air could escape, sucking me in from every angle. The texture was indescribable—stiff walls yanking at me like they wanted to devour my shaft whole.

"Haaah, haa, ha, haa..."

Just one thrust and back, and Senior Hwayoung was already moaning nonstop, her desperate face locked on mine.

"Still too much?"

"W-what...? W-when did I say it hurt...?"

"Can I keep going then?"

"Haat, ha... Do it or don't, whatever..."

It was a reckless challenge from her own mouth, so to honor her sky-high pride, half-assed sex was off the table.

I rocked my hips back and forth, pistoning as fast as possible to stretch and squeeze her insides.

Thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust.

"Hyaak! Ah, haak, gahaak!"

Squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch...

"Hrgaaak! Ha, haa, huaaang...!!"

The moment my cock resumed action inside her, she unleashed a torrent of enchanting screams laced with moans. They might sound like pure agony at first, but pleasure from the sex was unmistakably woven in.

Her vaginal walls gripped my entire length, friction squeezing relentlessly. No matter how ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠fast I tried to go, the tight bliss limited my ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠speed—but it perfectly matched her rhythm.

Thrust-thrust-thrust-thrust...

"Huuut, ha, hgyaaak...!!"

With each pass, her leaking fluids slickened me, letting me ramp up the pace. Her moans dipped low then soared high, urging me to ravage her more.

Her pussy milked me so intensely that I was soon ready to blow.

"Senior Hwayoung, I'm cumming inside."

Hrraaaaaah!

A long moan slammed into my ears instead of words. Probably not explicit consent—maybe she was too overwhelmed to even hear me.

But it wasn't a clear refusal either.

So I slammed deep, shaking her core. Heaven and earth could split, but this connection wouldn't break.

As I buried myself to the hilt in her trembling body on the bed, my cock pulsed wildly, flooding her womb with thick seed.

"Hyaak, ha, haaaaaak...!!"

She clawed the sheets like she meant to shred them, her loudest, prettiest cry yet. Pleasure rippled from her belly, making her quake violently—enough to vibrate through my still-sheathed cock.

For a split second, I imagined grabbing her like this and pounding away mercilessly. We could hit round two in no time, guaranteed bliss.

...But I held back this time.

"Haaa, hu, ut, ah, uh, aa, hgaa, haaa-ut...! Aaah...."

Even I wasn't selfish enough to chase only my pleasure in her state. Plus, pushing too hard might scare her off sex for our next deal—bad for the long game.

For now, sharing the afterglow while connected was enough. Plenty, even.