That linen dress was unworthy of her; even the noble and elegant gowns in the Patriarch's treasure room would barely be a fit. Loyd thought silently, letting his thoughts wander wildly.

"A Dark Elf?"

Suddenly, this dazed, slender figure let out a weak, soft, yet incredibly melodious voice. It was a sound entirely different from the rough voices of males—so delicate and feminine that no ambitious male could ever misidentify it.

—It was a female!!!?

Loyd’s mind was in utter turmoil. Beyond shock, his head was filled with the desire to plunder, and a bold idea began to form.

—Perhaps the procreation crisis of his clan could be resolved by the appearance of this woman.

Suppressing his complex and surging emotions, Loyd began brewing a wicked plan.

Considering his severe injuries, Loyd felt he might need to use an alternative method—such as seduction. After all, he was recognized as the number one expert in service techniques within the clan, though there were currently no females left in the clan to serve.

At this thought, Loyd tilted his head slightly, revealing a gentle, kind, and subtly alluring smile. This movement, however, seemed to startle the beautiful maiden in the forest into alertness.

He heard her let out a short cry of alarm, as if she were overly excited or frightened.

Then, dropping the half-eaten fruit in her hand, her entire body became like drifting silk. She swung upward with an airy lightness, vanishing like a wisp of smoke.

She was faster than the Light Elves' Cloud-Leap technique, escaping from right under Loyd's nose in the blink of an eye.

A Dark Elf!

A dark-skinned hottie with a "double-door refrigerator" build! He’s just begging for some deep pink marks of desire... It’s a legendary Dark Elf, renowned for their incredible prowess in the bedroom!

Shana moved as swift as a startled rabbit, pushing her Cloud-Light Technique to its limit. With a whoosh, she darted straight into a hollow tree...

Ahhh! Shana watched the handsome Dark Elf in his wounded state, agonizing within her tree hollow. She knew she had the power to save him.

Reason told Shana she ought to slip away immediately and run as far as her legs could carry her. Yet, in reality, she stayed hidden in the tree, her feet feeling as though they had sprouted roots, unable to budge an inch.

On one hand, the method of saving him was far too shameful for Shana to contemplate, yet it was the only path to unsealing her Warehouse. On the other hand, she couldn't simply stand by and watch someone die with a clear conscience—after all, it was her habit of playing the hero that had gotten her stuck in this game in the first place.

While Shana was debating whether or not to save him, Loyd utilized his racial talent for concealment to mask his aura, preventing any enemies from tracking him, and pretended to fall unconscious.

Finally, Shana used her spiritual perception to probe the Dark Elf. Finding that his health was indeed critically low and he no longer posed an offensive threat, she began to creep toward him.

Loyd didn't dare move an inch.

He even thinned his breathing.

He felt the girl's presence drawing closer and closer, the feminine fragrance becoming more pronounced. Since he was feigning unconsciousness with his eyes shut, he could only listen to her tiny, rustling movements in the darkness.

Suddenly—

Loyd felt a faint, tingling itch on his face. The tips of his ears and the ends of his hair seemed to be lightly brushed, as if something as soft and light as a cloud was stroking him. Each touch felt like a pluck at his heartstrings.

The concealment skills that Dark Elves used to look down upon the entire continent seemed to fail him at this moment. His heart couldn't help but thrum with a rapid thump-thump-thump, and the tips of his ears burned uncontrollably.

Loyd truly didn't know what to do now. The wicked plan of plunder he had originally devised seemed to have vanished from his mind. He had to exert all his spiritual strength just to remain motionless, terrified of scaring off this precious female.

Although male Dark Elves were recognized as masters of service in the bedroom, who knew that they hadn't had contact with a female for three million years? The service skills passed down through generations had never had a chance to be used.

So soft...

Are a female’s hands truly this soft?

Delicate and warm. Loyd remained motionless with extreme care, his entire body tensed to the limit.

At that moment, he felt his armor being unbuckled. A cool, soft sensation traveled downward as she attempted to undo the zipper of his trousers. That tiny bit of contact startled Loyd so much he nearly forgot every technique for serving a Matriarch he had ever learned. He struggled to control the urge to release immediately, nearly landing himself on the list of "Dark Elves with the Worst Bedside Skills" (Forgive the virgin; he’s actually very capable. In this story, they are all virgins, and they are all very capable).

What Loyd perceived as a "sweet touch" was actually Shana’s attempt to treat the dying Dark Elf.

Due to the damned mechanics of this erotic otome game, Shana was struggling to straddle the man's lower abdomen, like a tiny, fragile rabbit trying to climb onto a big grey wolf's belly.

Because of a woman’s natural shyness and reserve, Shana couldn't let go of her inhibitions at first. But to save the life of the first humanoid she had encountered in this world, and to completely lift the system's restrictions, Shana steeled her heart. With a sharp rip, she unzipped the Dark Elf's trousers.

The moment the zipper opened, the massive object that had been slumbering between Loyd's thighs became searingly hot, like a giant python lurking in a cave, eyeing her hungrily.

Seeing Loyd’s staggering size, Shana couldn't help but feel a twinge of retreat.

With something that big, could she really do this?

As the trousers were undone, that terrifyingly hot, hard object sprang out, nearly hitting her in the face.

Shana estimated roughly that the thing was at least as thick as her forearm. After all, the Dark Elf race was naturally tall and slender with long limbs; it was only natural that his secondary characteristics wouldn't be small.

But she truly hadn't expected it to be this big.

This was the first time the girl had clearly seen the complete shape of a man's genitals—a terrifying meat rod with protruding, vein-like ridges and a full glans. The tip tilted upward slightly, emitting a faint masculine scent mixed with the earthy aroma of the forest. Two heavy sacs hung below, with slightly curled silver pubic hair being particularly prominent.

Heavens, even the hair here is silver.

After Shana let out a small gasp of surprise, the feigning Loyd's expression froze for a rare moment. His heart overflowed with tenderness, thinking this heaven-sent female was simply too adorable.

Looking at Loyd’s body, Shana couldn't help but marvel at the Dark Elf's physique. He was lean but not frail, firm but not bulky. The erotic game had not lied; after the 2D transformed into a 3D full-view tactile experience, she couldn't help but feel a sense of restless desire.

Her chest heaved violently. She swallowed hard. Her flower-well began to feel a strange dampness, and a tide of passion began to overflow as she started to pant softly.

Her gaze was fixed intensely on Loyd’s lower body. Was she really going to let this thing slide inside?

At this moment, the wicked mechanics of the erotic game began to exert their power.

In the instant Shana hesitated, her body seemed to grow even more parched. Her legs began to rub together in a helpless, instinctive rhythm, and her flower-well started to twitch minutely.

Shana certainly possessed basic physiological knowledge; she knew that forcing an entry now would undoubtedly be agonizing. Being someone with a low tolerance for pain, a bizarre thought even flashed through her mind—wondering if she should take a knife and shave the thing down by half before using it.

Yet, after so much friction and heat, her craving had reached its absolute limit. Her mind felt like a boiling cauldron on the verge of exploding. Her legs rubbed uncontrollably against the Dark Elf’s terrifying meat rod, but it wasn't enough to quench the thirst; something was still missing.

After grinding like this for a while longer, sensing that her floral juices were finally abundant enough, Shana steeled her heart and sat down. Even then, she only managed to take in the very tip.

Pain. It hurt so much.

Shana didn't feel any blissful pleasure yet. However, the moment the object entered her body, her spiritual energy seemed to flare to life, surging toward that point of contact. Her meridians gradually unfurled, expanding to an unprecedented degree, and the long-locked System Warehouse finally showed signs of being ready to yield.