Chapter 15: The Elf Girl Climaxed Into My Life Like a Perverted Forest Grenade
As they peeked through the bushes, they laid eyes on something so bizarre, so cosmically deranged, it felt like their sanity got pantsed by reality itself.
In a sunlit clearing, an elegant forest nymph leaned back against a glowing tree, her back arched, hair flowing like ivy, and not a single stitch on her flawless body. Her fingers moved rapidly between her thighs, her perky nipples stiff like they were saluting the gods of lewdness.
Directly across from her, squatting on a mossy log like some unhinged forest gremlin, was a flat-chested elf girl—no pants, no shame—furiously going to town on herself with crazed dedication in her eyes.
Both of them stared each other down like it was a pervert’s duel at high noon.
The elf grunted, "You call that form? I’ve seen slimes do better!"
The nymph snarled back, "And I’ve seen squirrels with more stamina than you! Pick up the pace, twig tits!"
Finn watched, wide-eyed, entranced. "...I don’t know what’s happening, but I think... I think my life finally has meaning."
Majestria blinked at him, arms crossed. "We’re literally watching two girls get off to each other."
Finn’s eyes watered. "God is real."
The contest raged on until the nymph shuddered and let out a loud, "Ahhh~"—legs shaking as she squirted like a broken sprinkler. She collapsed to her knees, panting.
"Hah! You lost the moment you sat down and challenged me!" the elf cackled, hopping down from the log triumphantly.