What the hell was he doing?!
Only after the pebble left his hand did Dilin regain his composure.
Drawing the orc’s attention served no purpose—unless you counted adding another limbless body to the audience stands as meaningful.
What could he even do? He couldn’t pull off a last-ditch trade. This was just throwing his life away.
*Plop!* Pebble or not, the stone had already struck the orc’s bald skull dead-center.
Dilin froze, forgetting to run. But reality proved he’d overestimated himself—the stone hadn’t even scratched the orc’s hide. Not a flicker of pain registered. Or perhaps the beast was deep in Blood Rage, too consumed to notice anything else.
He’d finish what he started even if someone hacked at his back with an axe.
One look at the orc’s eyes said it all.
The brute was overcome by lust, utterly feral.
Firing his firearm seemed pointless now. Dilin knew this enraged orc would only take his frustration out on the elf girl...
Time was up. By the time his firearm overheated completely, the girl’s innocence would be long gone. Grabbing a random stick to whack the orc? Useless—he’d just swat Dilin aside like a fly.
Was there truly no way out? No. Dilin had one desperate option left.
But…
Should he really save her?
Dilin fell silent.
He’d tasted the cold shoulder of elves before.
Moon Elves were few. They guarded their kin fiercely and tolerated no outsiders touching their own.
Saving these haughty pointy-eared snobs? Thankless work at best. At worst? Another beating.
Good deeds didn’t always bring good returns. After last time, Dilin knew this wasn’t his fight—and he lacked the strength to win it anyway.
Just as he hesitated, the ugly brute reached for his trousers!
Dilin flicked his cigarette butt to the ground and crushed it underfoot.
Let them call it meddling or overreaching. Their opinions were theirs. His choice was his own.
No more hesitation. Dilin pulled out the hairpin.
The orc loomed over his helpless "prize," trembling with excitement. He tore greedily at her last shred of clothing.
Lust burned in his beady eyes—a primal, nameless fire scorching his body, demanding release onto his spoils. His rightful reward. Nothing would stop him!
At the critical moment, the hulking orc shuddered. The impossible happened. The beast, burning with desire, froze mid-motion.
Not from remorse. He’d caught a scent that stirred something deeper in his instincts.
He whirled around. Seeing the trembling golden-haired elf behind him, his eyes bulged. A shrill, ecstatic roar ripped from his throat.
It worked…
Tilisha watched, thoughtful.
Both were elves, yet Gold Elf scent drew orcs more fiercely than Moon Elf. What principle was at play here?
But now wasn’t the time for curiosity.
The orc’s roar turned his eyes blood-red. He abandoned the paralyzed Moon Elf girl and charged toward Tilisha on all fours.
Some things never change, even across worlds…
Tilisha didn’t flee immediately. She studied the charging orc carefully.
Not frozen in fear—she was calculating…
Judging by his height, *that thing* would be about… this long.
Tilisha tilted her head, measuring the length with small fingers, then glanced at her flat stomach.
Conclusion: It wouldn’t fit. Absolutely impossible!
And that act? Absolutely not!
The mere thought turned her face pale. Like a startled rabbit, she finally snapped into motion.
Run!
Tilisha spun and bolted.
But how could her short legs outrun an orc’s strides?
The downed elf girl was an unawakened Divine Maiden. So was she!
After only a few steps, the orc’s hot breath was at her back!
No way?!
Tears welled in Tilisha’s gem-like eyes.
Was this punishment from the Elf Mother Goddess? For reading too many orc x elf "doujin" in her past life, imagining herself as the orc too often? Now forcing her to experience it as the elf?
This made no sense whatsoever!
"C-calm down! Sir Orc! I’m actually a boy! A boy!" Tilisha pleaded while running. "Surely your tastes aren’t… this questionable?"
To her horror, the orc sped up at her words!
What was wrong with him?!
No time to think. She felt his filthy fingers nearly brush her hair.
No!
Only when about to be grabbed and pinned did Tilisha remember she wasn’t completely defenseless.
"Flashbang!" She yanked the silver-capped vial from her pocket and slammed it straight into the orc’s face.
*BOOM!* A deafening blast echoed. Blinding white light seared the orc’s vision. His ears roared with silence. All he saw was searing white.
He charged blindly onward, veering wildly off course. Trees snapped like twigs under his bulk before he crashed to the ground, tumbling head over heels in the dirt.
