Chapter 361

360 How is an Elf’s name Elpride?

“I’m going to read, so rest however you like. You can leave if you want.”

Rustle, rustle—

Elpride read slowly.

I’m not sure if she savored each word, but it’s true that she read slower than anyone else I knew.

She liked focusing deeply on each page, so she hated it when someone interrupted her reading.

So back when I was her slave, I had to tiptoe around quietly like a cat to avoid disturbing her while she read.

But after gaining some experience as a slave, I realized I didn’t need to be that careful.

Elpride’s concentration was so intense that unless something loud—like shattering glass or an earthquake—happened, she wouldn’t look away from her book.

If I had studied with that level of focus, I would’ve breezed into Seoul National University.

At any rate, I just sat in a chair in the same inn room as Elpride and rested.

If I went back to Luna’s cabin, it’d just be an empty, lonely room without Luna. Watching Elpride read was at least somewhat entertaining.

…For a few minutes, anyway.

After sitting still for a while, boredom and restlessness crept into my shoulders and body.

It would’ve been nice if there was something fun to do. But in this world without phones or computers, idling was hard.

So, like a child dragged to a boring place by their parents, I fidgeted around, searching for something interesting.

Surprisingly, Elpride’s room had quite a few fascinating things. A shelf with her fine-toothed comb and perfumed water, a full-length mirror.

As I absentmindedly touched things, something fell and rolled on the floor.

Clatter—

The noise was loud enough to make me flinch.

“…”

But even amid that disturbance, Elpride remained buried in her book.

Incredible focus.

She made me wonder—just how far could her concentration go? What would it take for her to snap the book shut and glare at me?

So I circled her bed, dancing a distracting Voodoo dance like Luna. She didn’t even twitch.

Amazing.

Did Siddhartha under the Bodhi tree exhibit this level of focus when Mara tempted him?

Suddenly, I felt as if disrupting Elpride’s reading was my life’s purpose. Like I had stumbled into a strange duel with myself.

The victory condition? Make her close the book. The angrier she got, the higher my score.

Sliiide—

To win, I slowly crawled onto the bed.

Though the cheap bed creaked and tilted under my weight, Elpride’s eyes stayed locked on the page.

Woosh—

I blew a soft breath on the back of her neck—Druid Hassan’s Wind Spirit technique.

Her hair fluttered slightly, but still, no reaction.

Then I reached out, placing my hand cautiously on her thigh.

Her leather-clad thigh pressed against my palm, so plush it felt like it might burst—my heart hammered.

Surely now she’d stop reading?

“….”

But the pages kept turning.

Meanwhile, my heart pounded harder, the sound throbbing in my ears.

Slow drag—

My hand glided up her thigh, tracing her slender side, then—

Sliiide—

Finally reached the plush swell of her chest.

Elpride’s br*asts.

Now I was kneading them from behind.

Squeeze, knead—

My excitement escalated. I groped as I pleased.

“….”

Yet Elpride seemed oblivious, lost in her book. Her focus was terrifying.

Soft, pliant—

Not that I cared—I just took full advantage, kneading as much as I wanted.

Even through fabric, the warmth and softness were intoxicating. A handful of sheer luxury. The faint, sweet sweat at her nape.

It all drove me wild.

My c*ck was fully hard by now, thick and aching—my thoughts were gone.

All I wanted was to slip under her clothes, touch bare skin—

Though even Elpride would snap out of her trance at that.

“Can I touch you properly?”

I buried my face in her nape, slid my hand down, grazing bare skin from her navel lower—

“…Nh.”

Her body shivered.

I couldn’t see her face from behind, but her ears flushed red to the tips.

Sliiide—

My fingers explored her toned stomach, the subtle curve of her ribs, then back to the soft swell of her chest.

d*mn.

Cupping her bare br*asts from behind—indescribable. Supple yet firm, warm, with just enough resistance to push back against my fingers.

“…Haah.”

And most intoxicating of all was Elpride’s attitude.

She had to know I was groping her by now. Yet she acted indifferent, yielding her body like she couldn’t help it.

Elpride.

Letting me fondle her, exhaling small sighs like she was above it all.

Could anything be more thrilling?

Flick, flick—

Drunk on excitement, I teased her hardening n*pple between my fingers.

Her small, pert bud stiffened, tickling my palm.

When I rolled it between thumb and forefinger, she arched and pushed back against me.

“Huh? Elpride, I haven’t heard pages turning for a while.”

“…G-Get off—!”

“No. These are mine now.”

I kept circling her n*pple.

Her chest grew hotter, sweat beading at her neck, carrying that sweet, sinful scent.

I touched her as lewdly as I could—every trick I’d learned from AV stars, every shameless squeeze.

Squish, fondle—

No restraint, no shame.

“Hah—S-Stop climbing on me—!”

No rhythm, no rules.

But lately, I’d learned—that’s what made it exciting.

“Tonight, I’m taking you, Elpride.”

“T-Taking me?! Who said—You little—!”

Finally sensing danger, she flung her book aside and tried to shove me off.

But with me behind her, leverage wasn’t on her side. And strength? I had the advantage.

“Off—! I pitied you, so I let you touch me a little, and now you—!”

Still, she struggled. Wriggling, trying to pry my hands from under her clothes—adorable.

Her slender, sweat-beaded nape peeked from her tilted collar, looking obscenely delicious.

So I slowly licked it.

Lick—

“Hyah—?!”

She shuddered violently. Her raw reaction sent champagne bubbles fizzing in my brain.

Nibble.

I lightly bit down.

“KYAAAAAH—!!”

Her scream echoed through the inn. If neighbors existed, they’d be pounding on the wall.

But they didn’t.

I knew—we were the only ones staying on the second floor.

No matter how loud we got, no one would complain.

Guh—

“Wh-Why’d you bite—nngh, stop—!”

Still gnawing her nape, I pulled my hands free and fumbled with her tight pants.

Fumble, rustle—

She swatted at me weakly, but a firmer bite made her whimper and go limp.

So exhilarating.

Reminded me of that female dragon’s marked nape.

Shhh—

I tugged her pants down by force.

Too tight, and her thrashing meant I only got them to her knees.

But enough to expose her plump, moon-white thighs and a**.

Seeing her half-undone only turned me on more.

“Elpride, ever since I was your slave… I’ve wanted to touch this.”

“Hah? Wh-What nonsense—! Hnn, beast—! You’re in heat, you pervert—!”

I bet she felt the same.

If I’m getting punished anyway—

Might as well enjoy it.

I yanked her shirt off too.

Now Elpride lay exposed, trembling—from shame or rage, I couldn’t tell—with nothing left to hide.

Her full br*asts, peaked with pink nipples, flushed from my kneading.

Her face, though—furrowed in anger. Normally scary, but now, even that was hot.

Shhh—

“Eek—!”

I flipped her onto the bed, face down.

Then slowly dragged down her lace panties.

“I’ll k*ll you—! I-I haven’t washed—!”

She snarled, but I ignored her.

My fingers trailed between her thighs, brushing the delicate folds already glistening.

Slick—

“W-Where are you—?! You’re dead—!”

Despite her protests, she was already wet.

After all that groping, her body had responded.

I could’ve pushed in right then—I was painfully hard—

But unlike past rushed, painful encounters, today I had time.

So I explored.

Squish—

First, her a**.

Then the slick heat between, already making lewd noises.

“Nngh—You’re insane—”

I spread her cheeks wide, exposing her tight hole and glistening p*ssy.

Squeeeak—

She flinched.

“Hah—! You’re crazy—! Who said you could—nngh—!!”

Then my tongue touched her, and she gripped the sheets.

“Why lick there—?!”

“Don’t dragons do this?”

“Wh-Why bring dragons into this—?!”

“Then never mind.”

I licked everywhere—her inner thighs, her folds, savoring her.

Her taste was addicting.

So this is an Elf’s p*ssy.

Delicious.

“Wh-Why am I—Nnh—Like this…?”

Her stammering, her grip on the sheets—I loved it.

Proud Elpride, helpless and flustered.

“I’ll burn you alive—”

But her threats made me pause.

I didn’t just want my pleasure.

I wanted that thread between us—that unspoken understanding.

“You don’t like licking?”

“….”

“Then what do you want?”

I gave her the choice—Elpride liked control.

Sliiide—

Slowly, she lifted her head.

Her glare was furious.

“…Then, tonight, you’re my slave again.”

“…What?”

“Act like one.”

Thud—

Her foot kicked my stomach, sending me tumbling off the bed.

“Guh—What the—?!”

Dazed, I looked up to see her flushed face glaring down.

“I never properly punished you for running away.”

She stepped on my thigh, her bare foot pressing down with deliberate weight.

Shhh—

My mind spun.

I’d given her the reins—a mistake.