Like other races, due to historical baggage and various complications, the Elvenfolk’s attitude toward humans wasn’t exactly warm.

But because elves were inherently kind, graceful, and the most exquisite race on the continent, they’d reluctantly entered a temporary truce with humanity.

So! This time, humans must’ve burned eighteen lifetimes of good karma to strike such dog-shit luck—ahem? What’s wrong, Elders? Ah… *cough cough*—such *canine* luck—to even interact with our finest elven male. No objections, Elders?

…

Inside the grand, glittering elven hall, over a dozen Elder Elves sat rigidly upright.

They called this gathering the "Elder Council." Here, only matters of life and death for the Elvenfolk were debated.

After all, this was how elves now decided their future! Before the round table stood an empty throne—their Queen hadn’t returned in ages.

Naturally…

Because she was likely still at that human man’s home, doing *unspeakable* things with that shameless playboy who reeked of debauchery!

A heavy silence blanketed the hall as every Elder Elf lowered their heads, all thinking the same humiliating thought: their Queen had been kidnapped by a human. Even after rescuing her once, that man—Zerola—had snatched her back!

They’d considered force, but Zerola was terrifyingly strong. And the Queen? Hopelessly infatuated. The elves were out of options.

Endless hostility wasn’t sustainable either. Every time the Queen climbed the World Tree threatening to jump unless they made peace—"Reconcile or I leap!"—the Elders eventually caved.

Months ago, they’d tasked Selica, their diplomatic envoy among the Elders, to have her son mingle with human princesses as a prelude to "marriage alliance."

Surely there’d be news by now?

Heads turned toward the hall’s entrance. A young female elf strode in briskly.

…

"Apologies for my tardiness, Elders!"

Unlike the Elders—whose faces screamed "auntie" and "uncle"—this elf was unmistakably still a maiden.

Her name was Beren. Her lineage traced back centuries, even intertwining with the royal bloodline.

Impeccable upbringing showed in her poised demeanor. Golden hair flowed neatly behind her, stray strands tucked away. True to elven ideals of elegance, Beren emulated her idol, Elder Selica, by always wearing stockings.

At barely a century old—equivalent to a human teen—Beren had earned her seat as the youngest Elder through diligence and sharp efficiency.

"My delay was due to distance… and border guards flagging my mail for ‘problematic items.’"

She slammed a heavy parcel onto the round table.

Elder Beren’s mood was foul.

But the Elders, desperate for marriage alliance news, ignored her stormy expression. Hearing of Furide—Selica’s son—they swarmed her.

"So… the outcome, Elder Beren?"

"Obvious! Humans must be overjoyed! They’ll throw in not one princess, but two maids for our Fuu! Hahaha…"

"Of course! He *is* Selica’s son."

Nods and chuckles filled the hall. Joy hung thick in the air.

…

To secure peace, the elves had sacrificed their "rising star"—Furide, a brilliant young elf destined for Elderhood.

Born extraordinary as Selica’s son, Furide was the undisputed pinnacle of elven male beauty.

Honest, kind, and warm-hearted, his single-parent upbringing and frail younger sister only amplified his noble aura.

He’d been every elven maiden’s dream lover. Some even sleepwalked toward his home at night.

Though wary of humans, Furide was sensible. Any human princess matched with him would be absurdly lucky.

Eager hands tore open Furide’s delayed report.

The hall’s joy evaporated instantly.

"He refused. Voluntarily. He claims… he’s in love with a *man*."

Beren clenched her teeth, watching the Elders’ horrified faces.

Before she could speak, they bickered over absurdities.

"Told you! Furide adores *my* granddaughter! Of course he’d reject human brides! Hahaha—"

"Nonsense! He clearly prefers *mine*!"

"Silence! Truth is… Fuu loves *me*…" *cough cough cough*…

That last Elder had gone too far!

**SLAM!**

"Elders! A little respect!"

Beren’s palm cracked against the table.

She hated admitting it, but ever since the Queen vanished into that human’s home, the Elders had grown… unreliable.

Now? Arguing over who Furide fancied while disaster loomed!

"Listen! Furide’s been *deceived* by humans! He refused because he’s infatuated with a human *man*! A *MAN*!"

Seeing their disbelief, Beren ripped open the parcel and hurled its contents onto the table.

Thin comic books spilled out. The delayed mail? Entirely their fault—these shameless, filthy publications!

"What is this?!"

"Human contraband. Not from Furide—from my agents as ‘evidence’!"

Beren snatched one up, then quickly turned her burning face away.

These beautifully drawn comics were utterly scandalous.

A golden-haired elf with a ponytail—clearly elven—was being dominated by a taller black-haired "girl." Half-undressed, the elf showed no resistance, only dazed pleasure.

Beren might’ve dismissed it as niche entertainment… if not for the text.

**[Furide—Top in looks, bottom in bed? The crossdressing elf’s secret!]**

**[Arisa—Says ‘no,’ means ‘yes’! The predatory trap-boy!]**

**[Trap Boy x Crossdresser! Sensational serialization! If this resembles reality… well, it should!]**

Resemble reality?!

That elf was *Furide*!

Their noble, virtuous Furide—twisted into this by some deranged human crossdresser…

Humans were truly monstrous! Peace? Preposterous!

How depraved must they be to corrupt Furide like this… *ugh*…

"N-no… can’t look…"

Beren forced herself to fling the comic away.

The Elders, however, showed no outrage.

"This artist! I know them! Famous young talent for… *bold* illustrations. A pioneer of underground art!"

"So this ‘girl’… is Fuu?"

"Adorable~ Though that black-haired one’s lovely too—ahem, *boy*…"

These useless old fools!

Defiling an elf meant execution!

"Elders! Is this about comic artists?! Furide’s been *defiled*! By a human *man*!"

Beren’s roar finally snapped them to attention.

Grave faces replaced their glee.

Human men defiling elven women? Rare, but known.

But a human man defiling an elven *man*? Unprecedented.

"The art’s too… *detailed*. It reeks of firsthand experience. Furide *has* been corrupted by some degenerate human!"

Beren slammed the table again. "Stop gawking at this vulgar—this *lewd* trash! Save Furide!"

"But Elder Beren…"

A timid voice rose from the corner. An elf raised a trembling hand. "You described it so vividly… did you read the *entire series*?"

"…"

Beren froze.

"…"

The Elders froze.

…

"Enough! We act now! First—we find this vile man!"

*Would you care to explain that first, Elder Beren?*

The unspoken plea echoed in every Elder’s mind.