Discipline Elder Beren of the Elves had been in Luo City less than a month, yet she’d already unlocked the achievement: mocking me as a cross-dressing pervert five hundred times.

What she didn’t know was this—if I hadn’t survived childhood in women’s clothing, I’d likely have been “plopped” into some girl’s arms long ago during one of my slip-ups.

Breaking that vow carried grave consequences. The Goddess was watching. Only cross-dressing slightly reduced my “male charm.”

That’s why, now in men’s clothes, my body’s natural reaction put me in dire peril.

…

“Ugh… no, no good.”

I clutched my dizzy head and shakily stood.

“Miss Beren… today’s life counseling ends here… I just remembered urgent business…”

Dad had taken his stepmothers out—a stroke of luck. Next, find Hill resting in the castle and escape with her.

But as I lifted my gaze, the Elf’s eyes had already shifted.

Like a she-wolf starved for days, her emerald eyes fixed on me, haunting. She inhaled sharply, trembling from the sweet scent radiating off me.

Flushed cheeks. Heavy breaths. In my limited imagination, only one word fit.

[Starving]

This Elf’s reaction was far more “direct” than other girls’.

“Man…”

Her voice echoed from hell’s depths.

Honestly, Beren—you really should marry. Discipline Elder? It doesn’t suit you!

“Man… human man…”

She dropped her arms, staggering forward like a zombie.

If only it were that simple.

“Awooo!!!”

She howled, lunging with open arms like an eagle hunting prey.

This guy! She’d just declared hatred for “humans”!

“Elder Beren, snap out of it!”

Dizzy or not, dodging a non-combat Elf was easy.

But this couldn’t continue. This wasn’t playful tag. If this unsatisfied “Elder” caught me, it’d be ruinous.

“Wake up! You’re the Elves’ Discipline Elder, right!? Uphold your discipline!!?”

“Ah! R-right… I must protect Elven discipline…”

“Discipline” held unique power over Beren. For a moment, her eyes cleared.

Only a moment.

Between fading “discipline” and her increasingly “unbearable” body, she chose the latter.

Finally, under my influence, Beren “stopped thinking” and “let loose.”

Strength surged from nowhere. A crisp “rip” tore through her chest—already tight fabric shredded into strips. Two full mounds strained against the last “barrier.”

Hmm. Black lace? That proper-lewd contrast suited Beren surprisingly well.

Her “vigorous” movements also revealed secrets higher up her tight skirt.

Wow. “Elder Elf.” “Discipline Elder.” “Elvenfolk’s Second Executor.”

Miss Beren, your titles are many—but your panties cover so little…

“Man… man! Ahhh! No—I’m Discipline Elder… must uphold Elven discipline…”

She writhed, duty still screaming “maintain discipline” in her heart.

“Elven discipline… no… mustn’t falter… Ahhh! Man!!”

With a wail, Beren missed me. Like a midnight ghoul, she twisted and lunged again.

Miss Beren, I’ll never prank you again!

Just for clinging to clarity under my effect—I deeply respect you!

…

As I hesitated, a maid-clad figure materialized beside me like magic.

“Whoa! Huh… Hill. It’s you.”

The great Goddess made quite a “goddess-like” entrance this time.

“Sorry…” Hill’s calm voice held rare urgency. “Your stepmothers detained me. I’m late.”

“Not too late…”

I muttered. As Beren lunged to “devour” me, I smoothly flicked her forehead.

[Thud]

The Elf collapsed. Crisis over.

She was just a weak Elf—I could’ve handled her alone. But accidents worried me.

What shocked me more was Hill’s urgency. She’d normally ignore problems I could solve.

I glanced at the poker-faced Goddess.

Perhaps… this was the gap between “Goddess” and “human”?

“First, fix her clothes, Hill. Or explaining to her later will be messy.”

I pointed to Beren slumped on the floor, rehearsing excuses.

“Mm. As you wish.”

Hill knelt before Beren, whispering softly.

“If that’s your belief…”

…

Ten minutes later.

Beren, moved to a chair, woke. Her torn clothes were flawlessly restored by Hill’s divine “miracle.”

Goddesses truly are omnipotent.

“Ugh… head… hurts…”

The Elf rubbed her eyes. I stood.

“Afternoon, Miss Beren. You must’ve been exhausted—you fell asleep mid-talk. Rest early. I’ve errands too, so I’ll take my leave…”

If she woke, I needed to flee. My lingering effect meant “life counseling” could wait.

“Huh!? You’re… leaving?”

The Elf looked heartbroken, clutching her collar tight.

She stared like I was a “hero who slips away post-deed, hiding fame and name.”

Miss Beren, nothing happened! If anything, you attacked me!

“Ahem… I-I’ll listen next time! Goodbye!”

Today, I absolutely couldn’t risk this Elf. I bolted, leaving her behind.

…

Unheard by me, the wind carried the Elf’s yearning whisper.

“This chest-burning heat, as if my clothes tore apart…”

“Ah, Mother… your daughter disgraced our discipline. Could I… have fallen for a human… at first sight…?”