The Ogre's Contempt
"Sorcery Stock, triple full release." My low, dry voice cleaved through the damp air of the cave. In that instant, the three suppressed curses and enhancement spells erupted all at once, and blood-red mana rose like a haze. The grotesque tattoos covering my body swelled as if about to burst through my veins. Strength and agility stats surged explosively, and the beastly wildness began to coldly erode my reason.
"……Hoh? There was another rat hiding in the corner of the cave." The Ogre, about to crush the blood-soaked Silas, turned its head with interest. It was because I had half-lifted the veil of my perception interference (stealth) and released killing intent. Its yellow eyes met my reptilian yellow ones in the air.
I quickly scanned its condition. Silas the veteran thief's desperate struggle had not been in vain. A dagger was buried hilt-deep in the Ogre's side, dark red blood oozing from the wound. Its muscles were noticeably relaxed after having just poured a massive load of semen into Elara's body. It was clearly not in the overwhelming prime state we had first encountered in the forest. Its combat power had been reduced by at least thirty percent. Even so, I knew my place all too well. Even if I opened every Stock and relied on the Substitute Doll to go berserk, the gap in raw mass and level was absolute. I could never sever this monster's neck from the front.
'But I can divert its attention and buy time.'
My mind was already running cold survival scenarios. Before Silas left the guild, the main force of ten Silver-rank adventurers who had remained in the village was supposed to join us immediately. Yet the time left until they finished equipping heavy armor and reached this nest in the Black Moss Forest was at best ten to fifteen minutes. If Silas was trampled to death now, its next target would undoubtedly be me.
I stepped toward the fallen Silas while clutching my severed arm and readjusted my grip on the bone knife. This was not some heroic impulse to protect the man. It was a thoroughly selfish calculation. As long as Silas remained alive and breathing, the Ogre would have no choice but to split its gaze and attention between the veteran mercenary on the ground and the rat scurrying before its eyes.
"Kahahat! A scrawny little rat dares to stand in my way. I'll throw you to my female as a toy!" The Ogre snorted and took a massive step forward. Yet its actions were grotesquely arrogant, utterly mismatched to this horrific battlefield. With one hand it picked up the bloodied iron club from the ground. With the other it kept a beastly grip on Elara's hips, its grotesquely swollen penis still buried deep inside her vagina, and walked toward me in that state.
"Aah, aaang! It's moving again...! Ah, haaang!" Every time the Ogre stomped forward with the iron club in hand, its thick shaft mercilessly rubbed against the inside of Elara's womb. As the shock of battle transmitted straight into her depths, Elara let out a melted moan and twisted her own waist.
The Ogre radiated killing intent with a weapon in one hand, but because it refused to relinquish the pleasure in its lower body, its footwork and movements were riddled with fatal openings. It did not regard me as an equal opponent—only as an annoying fly that had interrupted its rutting.
"Die!"
Whoosh—! The Ogre swung the iron club in its hand violently.
"Sorcery, Phantom Pain!" Instead of clashing with the bone knife, I kicked off the ground and retreated. A tremendous gust of wind grazed my cheek. As the Ogre twisted its waist from the missed swing, Elara's body—impaled on its lower half—swung wildly in the air.
"Kyaaaaak! It's deep! It's going too deep! Ugiieeeet—!!" The sudden friction and penetration sent Elara into climax, spraying love juices like a fountain. Her legs clamped tightly around the Ogre's thick waist. Even in the middle of battle, the Ogre let out a pleased growl, intoxicated by the pleasure from its lower body.
"Kuhuh...! What a fine hole. Even with my seed filling your belly, you still try to swallow a man's cock." Instead of pursuing me and swinging the club in rapid succession, the Ogre grabbed Elara's buttocks and thrust its hips upward three or four times like a beast. The wet sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the cave. It was more focused on using this human female as a masturbation tool than on attacking me.
'Thank goodness.'
I maintained a steady distance, using Silas as a shield rather than exploiting the Ogre's openings. If it continued to treat Elara like an onahole and act arrogantly, it would be far easier to divert its attention and buy time through the gaps in its exaggerated movements. If that monster threw Elara aside and gripped the club with both hands in a serious combat stance, I would not last even three minutes.
I continued to fire single-instance curses that obstructed its vision and inflicted minor pain on its joints.
"Sorcery, Phantom Pain. Sorcery, Blood Poison."
Shhk! Shhk! The curses struck its skin, but the Ogre simply waved its club lazily as if swatting flies, nullifying the attacks.
"Where do you think you're running, rat! Kahahat! Bite down tighter, bitch!"
"Hn, hnng! Aaaah...! I'm cumming, I'm cumming again—!"
The Ogre approached me leisurely. With every impact transmitted through its body, Elara continued to flounder in the swamp of climax, greedily swallowing the Ogre's semen into her womb. The backlash from forcibly pumping my stats through prolonged combat threatened to tear my muscles apart, but the 'Troll Heart Substitute Doll' in my arms repeatedly melted and solidified like liquid metal, perfectly absorbing every recoil. My body was still intact.
The plan to divert its gaze and buy time was proceeding perfectly. Yet separate from that rational judgment that buying time was fortunate, a cold, unpleasant emotion began to crawl up from deep in my chest.
"Haa, aah...! I love it, monster cock is the best...!"
"Kahahat! Look, rat! Watch this fine female drool all over herself from just one thrust of my cock!"
Even with an insect struggling right in front of it, the Ogre showed not a shred of tension. It continued shaking its hips buried in the female's hole while perfectly mocking me. Complete contempt for its opponent. Even if I doped myself to the limit and bared my fangs, in its eyes I was nothing more than 'entertainment to watch while fucking a hole.' That overwhelming arrogance.
"……"
I tightened my grip on the bone knife. A cracking sound echoed from my palm. I had tried to wear a cold mask and move with perfect calculation, but something raw that had been crouching inside me after staining my hands with blood in this world of beasts reacted to its arrogance and began to burn.
If that bastard looked at me like a rat. If that bastard continued to treat this fight as mere foreplay between fucks.
"……This is pissing me off, you son of a bitch."
A cracked curse slipped from my lips. I alternated my glare between Elara—still climaxing and trembling—and the Ogre's yellow eyes that mocked me while gripping her buttocks with one hand and the club in the other. Blue killing intent swirled in my vertically slit reptilian yellow pupils.
Play defensively and just draw its attention until the ten Silver-rank subjugation members arrive? No.
The Troll's heart writhing in my arms. The Substitute Doll's near-permanent regenerative power that knew no limits.
I slowly drew back the foot I had extended behind me and lowered my center of gravity. I had already finished running away while being treated like a beast in the slums. Right now, I wanted to thoroughly teach this arrogant monster brat before me just how filthy and vicious the primal magic that had crawled up from the bottom of Shedborax could be when it sank its teeth into flesh.
Muscles swollen by overlapping spells screamed. I launched myself like a bullet toward the single span of opening exposed between the monster's massive thighs.