“L-Let me help yo—”

ROAR!

Before I could even finish my sentence, the ogre Gruk let out a primal, angry-fueled roar. I was so focused on Vespera’s unfortunate predicament, and I attempted to help her, but when the ogre lunged at me, I got spooked for a second and…

BOOOF!

“UGRRRAAAH!”

I delivered a punch to his guts, and the punch was so powerful that… I made the ogre shit himself. A lot. And I mean A LOT.

Unfortunately—

“KYAAAHHH…. NO…. NO… NOOOOOO!!!”

The dark elf was blocking the path, so all of that filth… all of that shit… landed on her… Right on her face and silver hair.

“…”

The silence that followed was worse than the roar. It was a heavy, wet silence, broken only by the crackle of the cookfire and the distant, rhythmic drip-squelch of… well, I didn’t want to think about it.

“Oops,” I muttered, standing there, my fist still buried deep in Gruk’s flabby, vibrating gut, staring down at the disaster I had just facilitated. Vespera wasn’t screaming anymore. She was making a sound like a tea kettle left on the stove—a high-pitched, thin whistle of pure, unadulterated psychic breakage.

“Gruk… guts… empty…” the ogre wheezed, his face turning a sickly shade of green. His entire lower half was convulsing.

“Yeah, they’re empty because they’re currently decorating my partner, you bloated sack of sewage!” I roared, the guilt instantly curdling back into a blinding, white-hot rage.

I didn’t just pull my fist out. I twisted. I felt things snap and tear inside his abdominal cavity—things that had no business being rearranged. With a heave of my shoulders, I threw the three-hundred-pound brute off Vespera. He hit the cave wall with a sound like a wet sack of flour, leaving a smear of gore and filth behind him.

“Ves? Pointy? You still in there?” I asked, reaching down with my one free hand to wipe a glob of—nope, don’t look at it—away from her eye.

Her response was to turn her head to the side and vomit. A lot.

“Okay, fair enough,” I said, more to myself than to her. “This situation calls for… an extreme solution.”

“I… I’m going to kill you myself!” she finally choked out, her voice shaking with rage and humiliation. “This… this is your fault!”

“Blame me later, sweetheart,” I shot back. “Right now, we’ve got two more ugly bastards who need a lesson in personal hygiene.”

Since my transformation is an innate ability related to my core divine body and doesn’t require mana to function, the Null-Cuffs couldn’t stop it.

So all I had to do was make my wrist smaller, slip it out of the cuff, make it bigger again. And with that, I was free. And now… it was party time.

The other two ogres had been watching in slack-jawed confusion, their tiny brains struggling to process the speed and violence of it all. Now, they shook themselves out of it.

“Elf not normal! Elf bad! Kill!” one of them yelled, grabbing a club studded with rusted nails. “Meat is cursed! Kill the cursed meat!”

“Cursed?” I took another step forward, my bare feet crunching on gravel, my shadow stretching long and sharp in the firelight. The Null-Cuff lay twisted and useless at my feet, its runes flickering like dying embers. “You have no fucking idea.”

The ogre with the nail-studded club charged first. No hesitation. No strategy. Just raw mass and stupidity swinging in a downward arc meant to cave my skull in.

I caught it.

Not the club—him.

“Surprise, fuckface.”

I drove my shoulder into his midsection and lifted. The ground left his feet with a surprised grunt as I carried him three steps and slammed him spine-first into the cave wall. The impact cracked the stone. His club slipped from numb fingers and clattered uselessly to the dirt.

Bones gave way like dry branches.

I didn’t wait for him to slide down the wall. I grabbed the nail-studded club he’d dropped and, with a snarl, drove it right up his ass. Nail-studded end first.

“Hnnnnghk!!! Gurk no like!… Gurk no like!” was the last, most articulate sound he ever made before I pulled his jaw apart, breaking it.

The third ogre, the last one, was no longer a threat. He was a witness. His beady eyes—

The third one—the one who hadn’t even had the chance to name himself, but I guess “Gurk” is for everyone—screamed something incoherent and grabbed a spear from beside the fire. He thrust wildly, the tip scraping sparks off my ribs as I twisted aside and seized the shaft.

We locked eyes—his wide and panicked, mine burning.

I pulled.

He came forward whether he wanted to or not. I brought my knee up into his chest with enough force to fold him around it. The spear snapped. He hit the ground coughing blood and fear, scrambling backward on all fours like an animal that finally understood it was prey.

“Elf… elf demon!” he gargled, unable to even crawl away from the horror that was me.

“I prefer hentai,” I said, standing over him. I forced open his mouth and shoved my arm inside, then upward—a quick, brutal, unstoppable force that tore through the soft palate and into the brain that I’m quite sure he didn’t use much anyway. His body went rigid for a second, then slack.

The silence that followed was absolute, save for the rhythmic hiss-pop of the cookfire and the wet, wretched sounds of Vespera’s continued retching. I stood there, panting, the adrenaline beginning to subside and leaving room for the cold, sticky reality of my current state.

I looked down at my hands. They were coated in a cocktail of fluids that would make a plague doctor retire on the spot. I was a goddess of breeding, a being of infinite horniness and divine beauty. Right now, I smelled like an open sewer at a butcher’s convention.

“Ugh!… I smell like shit,” I said, wiping a smear of something foul off my cheek.

“No, you don’t,” the dark elf, Vespera, snapped back, her voice raw, shaky, and laced with pure venom. She stood up, walked toward me with a glare that could kill a lesser being, and then she hugged me.

“HEY! GET OFF ME!” I yelled, but she didn’t listen. She just buried her face in my chest and started to rub herself all over me, smearing the filth from her body onto mine. “YOU ARE DISGUSTING!”

“So are you!” she screamed, her voice muffled by my tits. “Taste some of your own medicine!”

She was surprisingly strong for a dark elf in such a pathetic state. I could have pushed her off with ease, but something stopped me. Maybe it was the sheer audacity of her actions. Or maybe it… Well, it’s the smell! For a moment, my brain shut down.

“Alright! Alright! I’m sorry!” I said, patting her back awkwardly. “I didn’t mean for you to get… decorated.”

“Decorated?!” she shrieked, pulling back just enough to look me in the eye. Her amethyst eyes were burning with a fire that I hadn’t seen before. A fire that was much more interesting than the fear from before. “You… you… You are the most infuriating, arrogant, disgusting, irresponsible…!”

“Adorable? Sexy?” I suggested, a slow grin spreading across my face.

“I was going for ‘insufferable,'” she shot back, but the corner of her mouth twitched.

“Hehe~” I chuckled. “I’ll take that as a compliment. Now, let’s get you cleaned up. And then, we can talk about my payment.”

“Payment?!” she scoffed, her hands on her hips. “You ‘helped’ me and got me covered in shit! You should be paying me!”

“Hey! I killed the ogres, didn’t I?” I said, my grin widening. “And I got you out of those chains. And I didn’t even get a ‘thank you.’ Not even a blowjob. I’m hurt, ‘Pointy.’ Deeply hurt.”

“…”

She pulled back, scooped up a handful of ogre… brown stuff, and threw it at my face.

“THAT’S FOR CALLING ME ‘POINTY’!” she screamed, her face flushing a deep shade of crimson.

“…”

I wiped the filth from my face with the back of my hand, my expression unreadable. Then, I started to laugh. Not a small chuckle, but a full-blown, hearty laugh that echoed through the cave.

“BWAHAHAHAHA!… You… you have a filthy kink,” I said, my eyes crinkling at the corners. “I like that. A lot… but sorry, I’m not into scat.” I paused, then my grin returned. “But… you still owe me a fuck. A big one.”

“FUCK YOU!” she screamed, her hands balled into fists.

“YES! PLEASE!” I yelled back, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

“UGH! I HATE YOU!” she snarled, turning around and storming away. “I’m going to clean up in the stream. Don’t follow me.”

“Aww, but I want to watch,” I pouted, but she was already gone.

“Hehe~… I’ll give her some space,” I mumbled to myself, looking at the mess we had made. “For now.”

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