"Hey, human, are you there? Could you come this way?"
A mysterious woman called out to me while I was exercising alone in the corner of the parade ground.
She was hidden behind a tree, out of sight from the other elves, and gestured for me to come closer. A pure white robe draped over her figure, and a hood covered her head. Her face was concealed by a mask, revealing only her eyes.
Despite the disguise, I recognized her identity just from her voice. I walked over to the tree and asked cautiously,
"…Princess Iril?"
"Huh? Oh, no! I don't know any elf by that name."
She suddenly pretended to be clueless, though I was certain she had a reason for the act. I chose to go along with it for now.
"Oh, my mistake. I must have confused you with someone else."
"Hmm, that happens. But I'm not Princess Iril. I'm the Witch of the Forest."
'What kind of strange roleplay is this? A forest witch?'
While a question mark lingered in my mind, the princess—still dressed in her suspicious outfit—continued speaking.
"I heard a human entered the elf kingdom, so I came to see for myself out of curiosity. Isn't it difficult living among the elves?"
"Yes, well… It's not easy."
"As a human, you must feel lonely and face many hardships. Still, I heard from Princess Iril that you've been faithfully undergoing your training and have been doing well without causing any trouble. That's truly admirable."
"Thank you. But didn't you just say you didn't know Princess Iril?"
"Y-Yes? What do you mean?"
Her eyebrows visible above her mask trembled, as if struck by a sudden quake.
Just as I was about to laugh at how awkward she looked, she hurried to come up with an excuse for not being the princess.
"Well, I'm a witch, you see. I can find out anything through magic. I'm a wise and cool forest witch."
"I see."
"Anyway! I've brought a gift for a good human who's doing well in our kingdom."
She quickly changed the subject, picked up a wrapped bundle from the ground, and handed it to me.
"What is this?"
"It's a premium fruit that only elves of the royal family can eat. It's delicious and full of nutrients. If you eat it, your skin will become soft and smooth."
In this world, all elves are vegetarians.
It looked like the princess had brought food herself to lift my spirits.
"Thank you. I'll enjoy it."
"Also, I didn't bring just fruits. I brought vegetables too. Look—broccoli… green peppers… cucumbers…"
As far as I could recall, those were all vegetables she personally disliked.
"Are you giving it to me because you don't want to eat it?"
"Huh?! Oh, no. That can't be true! I love these vegetables so much, but I'm giving them to you with tears in my eyes."
"Then I feel bad. I'll just take the fruit."
"Ugh, no! If you give them back, I'll have to eat them all!"
"…What?"
"…I mean, I almost said that. This is something I prepared with care, so please don't forget to take it."
Deciding not to tease her any further, I accepted the bundle she had brought.
It would go well with grilled meat, and since she prepared it for me, refusing would've felt disrespectful.
"I understand. Thank you very much."
"You don't have to thank me. I'm giving it to you because you've been so kind to me. Anyway, I should go now. I snuck out without my mother or the maid, so I need to get back before I'm caught and scolded."
Without realizing it, she had basically admitted that she really was the princess.
She turned around cheerfully to leave, but after taking no more than a step, she turned back again and looked at me with sparkling eyes.
"If the queen or the knight leader behaves badly, tell the princess. Understood?"
At the same time, she smiles brightly like sunlight.
That extremely clean and pure smile was one of the few things that kept me going in my past life.
In a world where everyone treats me with cold indifference, having even one person who looks at me with warmth was an incredible comfort.
"Yes, I will."
"Then I'm really going! Bye!"
The princess left the place, leaving only a brief greeting and a fruit wrapper.
'Wait a minute, how does she tell me to contact her?'
She told me to contact her if anything happened, but she disappeared without telling me how to contact her.
I couldn't help but laugh. Her behavior was so full of holes, it was almost ridiculous—but somehow, she still looked every bit like a princess.
'Well, if she's curious enough, she'll come back again.'
With that thought, I quietly carried the wrapped bundle she had given me and slipped it into my room without letting any of the other elves notice.
—
The night of Dayke and Iril's secret meeting.
All the other elves in the barracks were fast asleep—except for Agnes.
Her mind was far too tangled with thoughts of Dayke to find any rest.
'I can't keep going like this. I just need to clear my head.'
She stripped off her clothes and stepped into the bathroom.
As she turned on the magically enchanted shower, water streamed down and quickly soaked her brown skin.
'…Dayke.'
To Agnes, he felt like a devil.
A sinister presence that had suddenly appeared one day, threatening to destroy everything she had fought so hard to build.
She knew she had to drive him out somehow, but right now, there was no way to do it. The helplessness gnawed at her, leaving her deeply frustrated.
And beyond that…
'I feel like something will break in my mind if I stay around him any longer.'
Though she often claimed there was no real difference, the truth was clear to her—Dayke was even more unpleasant than the Demon King.
The nature of dark elves was to pursue physical pleasure.
And Dayke was forcing out something within her—something she had buried deep since childhood.
'Get a grip. I've held myself together this long. I don't care about filthy desires.'
She paused, trying to steel her resolve.
But then, the memory of being pulled into his arms resurfaced.
The way she had felt last night… it was as if she was transforming into someone entirely new. Someone far removed from the disciplined, upright version of herself she had always known.
Even though she knew it was impossible, that dangerous pleasure continued to haunt Agnes' thoughts.
'It's so pathetic to even think about it.'
As self-loathing blossomed within her, she turned off the shower and sank into her thoughts.
Suddenly, the bathroom door creaked open, and Dayke appeared, a wicked smile playing on his lips.
"Huh?? Why are you here…?"
"I came without anyone noticing, so don't worry. By the way, were you washing up? You were expecting me to come, weren't you?"
"That's not true! I couldn't sleep, so I was just trying to cool off!"
"Don't lie. You didn't even lock the door~"
"Didn't you tell me not to lock it? I never imagined you'd give such an order just for this…"
Despite Agnes' protests, Dayke paid no attention. Without hesitation, he removed his pants and underwear.
"Is that so? Anyway, I am good. I couldn't sleep either. I think I can sleep after cumming once, so I'll use your pussy."
"What the heck, let me go! I'm not some onahole you can use as you please!"
She wanted to shake off this beast-like man, but she couldn't attack him because of the Elf Corruption App power.
In the end, Agnes was pushed against the wall with her back facing Dayke, and a hot cock was buried inside her pussy.
"Aahhh!!!"
"It's nice that I can put my dick in right away without any foreplay since you are just washing it."
Dayke spoke indifferently and started shaking his hips without asking for any consent.
He was doing rough movement solely for his own sexual satisfaction, without considering the other person's feelings.
As a result, Agnes could do nothing but press his chest and face against the wall and squeeze the inside of her pussy.
"Huh ♥ Aahhh ♥…! Hah! Stop it ♥"
Slap!! Slap!! Slap!! Slap!!
'No… ! It's too big… I am feeling good♥'
Even if she didn't want to, the lewd instincts engraved in her body was responding to Dayke's dick.
An excited moan escaped her mouth, and her big ass buckled against him in accordance with the human male's taste.
She was clearly treated as a tool to relieve his sexual desire, but for some reason, she felt like her head was floating.
"Even if I suddenly fucked you...Your pussy is welcoming my dick. You aren't an elf but a cheap whore."
"Ugh! Ugh! I'm not a cheap whore..Aahh…♥"
She want to get angry at the insulting words, but instead of words, moans come out from her mouth.
Dayke continued to rock his hips. He then placed his hand between the wall and Agnes' body and began massaging her flat chest.
"Ugh♥ Aahh! Don't touch it…!"
"Do you feel tighter inside? Do you like having your breasts touched?"
He was touching her chest as if massaging it, and suddenly he put his fingers up and pinched her nipples.
At the same time, Agnes's waist twitched as a tingling sensation spread from her nipples to her entire body.
"Oh, you're responding properly. Even your nipples are weak, so there's nothing that isn't made for pleasure."
"It's not like that… Ugh! Don't pull it♥ Ugh♥"
"I think I'm going to cum soon. I'll let you go before I cum."
Cheok! Cheok! Cheok! Cheok!
Slap!! Slap!! Slap!! Slap!!
"Aahhh♥!"
Dayke's crotch hit between Agnes' legs harder than before.
The feeling of her insides turning upside down and the stimulation stabbing deep in her stomach made her increasingly dizzy, and eventually she reached an unwanted climax.
As soon as Dayke pulled out his dick, he also poured semen all over Agnes' back.
He freely defiles his opponent's skin and smiles wickedly in satisfaction.
However, Agnes was unable to utter even a short word of criticism as she was lost in the afterglow of her climax.
"I can sleep now. Thank you, I used your pussy well."
Dayke grabs her ass as if praising her.
'Did you think I would be happy if you did this to me?'
She wanted to tell him that he was wrong, but her body reacted against her will. Agnes' body trembled slightly at his touch.
"What's wrong? Do you want more?"
Agnes had no response. She should have told him to stop, but her body, burning with lust, was slow to calm down.
"Not denying it means you want to continue, right?"
'If I continue like this, I will end up being harassed by this man again.'
While she was silent as her inner anticipation and reason were fighting, Dayke stretched out his hand again.
"Then let's continue~"
'… Okay. I don't want this, but my body is not responding.'
As Agnes excused herself, Dayke's hands explored her body, and soon his thick dick was inside her pussy again.
—
Agnes sat alone in the bathroom, leaning against the wall. Her body was drenched in sweat instead of water.
Dayke, who had fucked her carelessly, returned to his room once he was satisfied.
He didn't help Agnes, who had collapsed from pleasure, nor did he wipe away the semen that had spread on her body.
'… What have I done?'
It wasn't until the bathroom fell silent that regret settled in.
She hadn't been able to reject him in the moment and had given in to her instincts.
'I don't have the honor to face the queen or the sisters of the Knights Templar…'
Even as she was consumed by a deep self-loathing, her heart continued to pound, unable to forget the sensations from earlier.
The rapid beating of her heart made her hate herself even more, and the endless cycle of guilt pushed her further into despair.
'What should I do? How can I regain my honor?'
No matter how hard she tried to think of a solution, her mind couldn't find an answer.
In the end, Agnes sat on the bathroom floor for a long time, lost in thought.