Chapter 21: A Dog Can’t Stop Eating Shit
Crap, what had I just done?!
Only after the stone had left my hand did I calm down.
Getting the beastman's attention accomplished nothing—except maybe earning myself a front-row seat to having my limbs hacked off.
What could I even do? I couldn’t even manage a one-for-one trade. Was I just handing him a freebie?
Plop!
Regardless of what I was thinking in that moment, the stone had already struck the beastman’s bare, shiny head with unerring accuracy—that much was undeniable.
I froze. My body was stiff with tension, and I even forgot to run. But it turned out I was being overly dramatic.
The truth was, the stone hadn’t even scratched the beastman. It hadn’t fazed him in the slightest. Either that—or he was already in a frenzy and too far gone to notice anything around him.
It was like that guy had tunnel vision: even if someone were hacking him with an axe from behind, he wouldn’t stop until he finished what he started.
One look into his eyes, and it all made sense.
That thing between his legs had taken over. He’d lost all reason.
Whether I shot or didn’t shoot didn’t even seem to matter anymore. I could already tell—if this beastman got pissed, he’d just take it out on the little elf girl.
At this point, there really wasn’t anything I could do. By the time my flintlock cooled down enough to fire, that classmate’s dignity would probably be long gone. I couldn’t just grab a stick and hit him either—that’d be asking to get swatted like a fly.
Was there really nothing I could do? Actually... I did have one possible option in mind.
But…
Did I really want to intervene?
I fell silent.
I’d already had a taste of how thankless elf politics could be.
The Moon Elf Tribe had low population numbers and took their own kin very seriously. They were utterly intolerant of outsiders touching their people.
Helping those arrogant, pointy-eared snobs wasn’t just unrewarding—it could even come back to bite me.
Kindness didn’t always pay off. After what had happened before, I knew I had no business sticking my nose into this. And it wasn’t like I had the ability to fix it anyway.
As I hesitated, that grotesque freak had already started reaching for his waistband!
I tossed the cigarette butt in my mouth to the ground and crushed it underfoot.
Whether they called it meddling or overstepping—that was their opinion. Choosing to help someone was mine.
I didn’t hesitate any longer and pulled out the hair ornament.
The beastman was giddy with anticipation, trembling as he prepared to tear away the last "barrier" between him and his prize.
His glittering, beast-like eyes were filled with sick, vulgar hunger. Flames of desire burned through his body, pushing him to unleash it all upon his trophy. This was his reward, and no one could stop him!
In that split second—right before it happened—the burly beastman suddenly froze. The impossible occurred: the lust-crazed animal stopped moving.
Of course, it wasn’t because he’d found his conscience or had a change of heart.
He’d caught a scent—something that made his instincts flare up even more than before.
He suddenly spun around. When he saw the nervous golden-haired elf behind him, his bloodshot eyes widened, and he let out a piercing, excited howl.
It worked…
Watching this unfold, Teresa fell into thought.
Even among elves, there were differences. The scent of a Gold Elf clearly had a stronger effect on beastmen than that of a Moon Elf. But what was the biological mechanism behind that?
Still, this wasn’t exactly the time to indulge in curiosity.
The beastman, red-eyed and howling, dropped the Moon Elf girl and began charging toward Teresa on all fours.
Different world, same beast—dogs still can’t stop eating shit…
Despite the incoming threat, Teresa didn’t run immediately. She just stood there watching the beastman barrel toward her.
She wasn’t paralyzed by fear—she was calculating…
Given the beastman’s height, that thing had to be, well… that long.
Teresa tilted her head and used her little hands to estimate the length, then looked down at her flat belly.
Her conclusion: There’s no way. It wouldn’t fit no matter what.
Also—hell no to that kind of thing!
Just imagining it made her face go pale. Like a frightened little rabbit, she finally snapped out of her daze.
Run!
Teresa turned and bolted.
But a beastman’s legs were huge—how could her short little legs possibly outrun him??
That Moon Elf girl who’d been knocked over earlier was an unawakened Divine Princess. So was she!
She didn’t get far before the beastman was almost on her.
No way… right?!
Tears welled up in Teresa’s jewel-like eyes.
Was it because I’d read too many doujins in my past life starring elves and beastmen? Because I’d self-inserted too many times as the beastman? Had the Elf Mother Goddess gotten mad, and now I had to experience it from the elf’s point of view??
This was all kinds of wrong!
“C-calm down! Mr. Beastman! I’m actually a guy, a man, okay? Surely your tastes aren’t that bad?” Teresa cried out while running.
But somehow, the beastman only sped up after hearing that!
What the hell?!
No time to think. Teresa could already feel the beastman behind her—his filthy hands were almost brushing her hair!
No, no, no—please no!
Only when she was just about to be caught and pinned down did Teresa suddenly remember—
Wait, don’t I have something on me?!
“Flashbang!” Teresa fumbled in her pocket and pulled out her trump card. She yanked the silver cap off and splattered the potion right in the beastman’s face.
BOOM!
A deafening blast echoed through the forest. The beastman saw a flash of white—then everything went silent. His eyes were overwhelmed by piercing white light, and his ears rang with nothingness.
He charged forward blindly, veered completely off course, smashed through several trees, and finally hit the ground hard, rolling and tumbling like a ragdoll.