Chapter 270: Chapter 270 – Handling the First Elf in His Style

I let my senses sweep over everything as I flew through the air. Wind cut past my face; it wasn’t a wise choice to move through this land, which I had only heard of through novels, being run down by beasts.

Technically, as a reader, what one reads forms an imagination, and for me, the imagination of this ancient realm was filled with beasts, a line of army, strongmen, and whatnot, working under the Empress as if it were some kind of factory. But what I saw was just a different world here.

From up here, the view stretched out—miles and miles of dense forest below, the canopy so thick it looked like one continuous green blanket.

But my enhanced perception picked up details most would miss.

Scattered throughout the forest, I could sense bodies. Orc women, from what I could tell. Their energy signatures were rough, primal, clustered in groups that formed rough circles. Like they were surrounding something.

My eyes narrowed as I focused on the center of those concentric circles. There, nestled in a clearing, sat a village. Small, maybe a few dozen buildings at most, but something about it felt… different.

Cleaner.

Purer.

Though this world did not seem to have a key, given the affinity, it was much cleaner in that centered area.

And that’s when I felt it—that goddamn twitch in my cock that had become my most reliable compass in this fucked-up world.

It jumped like an antenna picking up a signal, straining against my robe hard enough to be uncomfortable.

I couldn’t help but recall my journey since the beginning, especially given the pervert I had become in this world to the extent just because of the damn system and my own nature.

Though at least, I was living the dream that I had thought of as a teenager in this world. With everything starting from surviving to now surviving my sperms.

I adjusted my trajectory, angling downward as I prepared to descend.

The forest rushed up to meet me, branches becoming clearer, individual leaves visible as I dropped altitude.

I could make out movement below now—figures moving between trees, the glint of crude weapons.

Just as I was about to land, voices cut through the air.

“The hell, look at that!”

“Is he flying? Since when do men fly?”

I touched down in a small clearing, my boots hitting packed earth with barely a sound.

The moment I landed, four orc women emerged from the tree line, surrounding me in a loose square.

They were exactly what you’d expect—green skin, thick muscular builds that somehow still managed to have curves in all the right places, dressed in leather straps that barely qualified as clothing.

Their breasts were large, straining against whatever minimal covering they wore, and their faces… well, they had that rough, brutish look that came with being orcs.

Arriving in this ancient realm and seeing orcs fucking each other was definitely enough to spark my mind, given the shift from a cultivation world to a fantasy was indeed kind of shocking. But it also helped me discover my fantasies for the fantasy world, especially for elves, mermaids, and whatnot.

Though among all the fantasies, orcs or goblins were not included.

Even though these orcish women weren’t that ugly, exactly.

Just… not womanly at all.

The one directly in front of me, clearly the boldest of the four, looked me up and down with eyes that were pure hunger. Her tongue darted out, licking her lips as she took in my appearance.

“Well, well, well,” she purred, her voice rough and grating. “Have the heavens given us compensation? They’ve gifted us a male. And not just any male—look at his orc-sized dick.”

The one to my left circled closer, her nostrils flaring as she inhaled deeply. “Mmm, he smells… different. Stronger. I bet he’d breed real good.”

The third one, standing to my right, laughed—a harsh, barking sound. “Forget breeding, I want to sit on that damn gorgeous face of his.”

And the fourth? Hell no, she was dripping saliva looking at my crotch.

They moved closer, their intent clear in every swaying step.

I could see it in their eyes—they were already imagining pinning me down, using me however they wanted.

That’s when my annoyance spiked.

I’d come here looking for an elf, following that instinct that told me something worthwhile waited in that village.

These four? They were doing absolutely nothing for me.

My cock, which had been straining moments ago, now felt… indifferent. Like my own body was telling me these women weren’t worth the effort.

Plus, their words rubbed me the wrong way. Being treated like a piece of meat, like some breeding stud to be used and discarded?

Fuck that.

Even I, being a trash pervert, had a kind heart to treat my women as queens of the bed… on the bed is just a personal matter.

The bold one in front reached out, her thick fingers aiming for my chest, that same hungry smile on her face.

I didn’t even think about it.

My Qi flared, and I snapped my hand forward in a sharp motion, like flicking away an annoying insect.

The invisible force that shot out caught her square in the torso, and her eyes went wide with shock as her entire body lifted off the ground.

“Wha—!”

She rocketed backward, her body spinning through the air like she’d been launched from a catapult.

The sound of her crashing through trees echoed back to us, followed by a distant thud that I felt through the ground.

The other two froze, their expressions shifting from lust to fear in an instant.

I’d already moved on to them.

My natural affinity—the connection to Mei, whom I was kind of missing now, helping me more now due to mixed vitality surging through my veins—answered my call instantly.

The forest itself seemed to respond, branches from nearby trees shooting out like striking serpents.

Three thick branches wrapped around the necks of the remaining women, lifting them into the air.

They clawed at the wood, their feet kicking uselessly as they struggled, but the branches held firm, constricting just enough to immobilize without crushing.

Their faces turned red, veins bulging as they tried to scream, but only choking gasps came out.

I looked up at them, my expression cold and annoyed. “Is there an elf here?”

They couldn’t answer, obviously. Their hands just kept scrabbling at their throats, eyes bulging.

I was about to adjust my grip, loosen it enough for them to speak, when I sensed it—another presence entering the clearing.

My head turned, and that’s when I saw her.

Fuck.

The elf woman stepped into view, and my cock went from indifferent to rock-hard in about two seconds flat.

Like a spring bouncing up with mouth watering—yeah, I know, I have become a pervert in this world.

So, I will say what I always say to every hot woman.

She was… perfect.

Her long silver-blonde hair cascaded down her back, catching the sunlight in waves that made it gleam like spilled cum under moonlight. Those pointed elven ears poked out sharp and proud, screaming her otherworldly blood.

Her skin was ghostly pale, glowing almost, so smooth it begged to be touched, licked, explored without a single flaw marring its silkiness.

Her face hit me like a punch—delicate yet fierce, with cheekbones sliced high, lips plump and flushed pink like they’d just been sucked swollen, and eyes blazing that vivid emerald green that pierced right through me.

But fuck, it was her body that slammed the real hunger into me, raw and demanding.

She was draped in this tight green elven dress, clinging to her like a second skin, elegant but screaming sex with every curve it outlined.

Her tits weren’t the overflowing handfuls like Akane’s or Xiang’s, but goddamn, they were perfect—full and round, perched high on her chest, jiggling just right with each breath, nipples faintly pressing against the fabric like they were aching for a mouth.

Her waist cinched in narrow, then exploded out to wide hips that rolled with a hypnotic sway, promising a grip that could lock around me and milk every drop.

And those legs—endless, muscled just enough to feel powerful under my hands, the dress’s high slits flashing creamy thighs that flexed smooth and inviting, making my fingers twitch to slide up, spread them, feel the heat radiating from her core.

She glided forward, not walking but flowing, her body a living tease that had my cock jerking alive in an instant.

That twitch down there turned into a brutal pulse, my shaft thickening hard, straining against my robes like it was trying to bust free and claim her right there.

Every inch of me burned with the need to bury myself in her, like my body’s own divine cure for this raging ache.

’If I let this lower brain keep calling the shots, I’m gonna end up balls-deep in trouble again, just like a few hours back.’

I didn’t hesitate, knowing well that my brain was screwed for always going on a woman’s body in a vulgar way. But action had to be like a gentleman or else I would get my chest pierced and die again.

The orc bitches thudded to the ground as I let them go—heavy, panting heaps, still twitching from the fight but breathing—I zeroed in on the elf, closing the gap with steady, predatory steps.

Her emerald eyes flared wide as I got close, but she held her ground, a flicker of caution mixing with something hotter, like intrigue sparking in her gaze.

I snagged her hand before she could pull away, her skin like warm velvet against my rough palm, so fucking soft it made my cock leak a bead of pre-cum just from the contact.

I lifted it slow, locking eyes, and dragged my lips over her knuckles, tasting the faint salt of her skin in a kiss that felt more like a promise of what’s coming.

“My lady,” I murmured, voice low and rough with the lust clawing at me. “It’s an honor to meet you.”

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