Depraved Cultivation : Humanity’s Filth Reincarnated

Being a good leader was difficult. There were many parameters that one needed to be mindful of when making even seemingly unimportant decisions–And sometimes, there were dilemmas that needed a swift answer.

Today, the chief of an Underwood Elf village was being met with one of such dilemmas. He had thought that the issue of one human proposing a trade agreement was something that he would have ample time to prepare for.

He had been wrong.

The human in question came back far faster than he had anticipated. There had been mention of a ‘way’ to get back to the realm quicker during his last visit, but something quicker than waiting half a century should still be a fair bit of time… Not less than a single year!

When Daklaiel had appeared before him to inform of the human’s arrival, the chief had been taken aback–Especially since quite a few elves had expressed willfulness in cooperation, and due to how things were conducted by Underwood Elves, everything had to be about as transparent as it could get.

They were simple people who led simple lives. There was nothing worth hiding about decision-making in a village. The most secretive thing was when chiefs from multiple villages would meet up... Even then, they did not talk about anything of a sensitive nature…

“Chief Helteiel?”

“Yes… Do not worry, I am merely thinking…”

The chief was nervous. If the human made a good case for himself–With the current climate in the village–The opinion of his people could quickly shift. If not for that and Daklaiel’s initial support, Helteiel would have never even considered any form of alliance with a human.

These people came from another realm to hunt them down like beasts, after all. You could hardly have a worse reputation than this… The other chiefs did not understand his situation, but he certainly would have appreciated having enough time to have a meeting with them before negotiating with the human.

The concealment array was partly deactivated, creating an entrance of sorts into the village, where the chief and his best hunters stood to welcome the guest… But when Daklaiel came back with the visitor, the chief’s expression darkened.

For some reason, the human was being accompanied by the guardian…

‘I’ll have to agree to trade, won’t I?’

The Red Guardian was a greatly respected figure. The Underwood Elves considered the realm as their benefactor, basically a god to them, and the crimson defender was like a physical manifestation of the realm itself. He was a unique being who had been here for a very long time.

He was a figure that any Underwood Elf would be happy to see at any given moment–And right now, he was accompanying the human in a friendly manner.

Naturally, the arrival of the guardian resulted in a feast being organised. It wasn’t every day that he paid a visit, and as a result of the festivities being so good, the public negotiations between Helteiel and Edrick Lucien Anoteros went very well for the latter.

Having the Red Guardian’s favour trumped over being a human by a large margin. So with the already strong will for a deal even before then… Basically all of the chief’s fellows were very favourable to a trade relationship.

…Frankly, Helteiel was also quite pleased. The offers Edrick made were all awfully fair. They did not require the elves to go against their principles, and they were accompanied by such great generosity that it was almost suspicious.

The deal was simple: They merely needed to use their expertise in invisibility cultivation to produce all sorts of goods. In exchange, Edrick would give them whatever they asked for from a list that was agreed upon.

In essence, if they encountered any problem, they could receive a solution with a simple transaction with Edrick. It was grandiose. Not to mention that Anoteros was strangely nice even then–Spontaneously offering that he would pay them before they gave him the goods for a certain period of time to prove goodwill.

The agreement was so good that the chief had a hard time believing there wasn’t any trap... However, since the human had not attracted any ire from the guardian, it pretty much confirmed that he was simply being generous and truly meant to establish long-standing business relationships.

‘Just how good can it be? We don’t even have to meet specific quotas… Are our goods such hot commodities where he is from?’

This was the only logical explanation, but still… Even in this case, the noble scion had proved charitable.

Helteiel was obviously going to keep an eye on Edrick to be certain, but he was fairly confident that things were going to be fine… It was just that, as chief, he had a certain duty not to leave any rock unturned when it came to his people.

Following the feast and negotiations, he had offered Anoteros to stay for the night, and the noble had agreed… They didn’t have any empty houses in the village, but Daklaiel had been quick to offer and provide lodging.

So after night fell, Helteiel sneaked out of his own home, already invisible.

Edrick had two fierce-looking bestial followers, but even their sharp instincts were useless before his refined mastery of invisibility and stealth. Like a ghost, the chief approached the young hunter’s house.

What he was looking for was uncertain. It was merely the first quick check in what was likely to be a long list of them.

‘Mmh… What’s that noise?’

As he approached the house, he began to hear several overlapping noises... One rhythmic and sustained, another more sporadic, alongside what he immediately recognised as the squeaking of old wood.

Helteiel slipped into the house undetected, able to pick the simple lock on the door without alerting even the attentive ears of the canines.

Thankfully, the Red Guardian had left the village, stating that he needed to be somewhere else. So as far as the chief was aware, no one around should be even remotely capable of sensing his presence when invisible, even if he wasn’t trying hard at all.

Once inside, the noises became clearer, and the chief raised an eyebrow… He definitely should be able to guess what the source of it was, but the idea did not cross his mind until he peered into Daklaiel's bedroom.

The door was wide open. The beast-skin curtains were pulled over the primitive glass windows that you could barely look through anyway…

A simple candle made from animal fat was lit up, perfectly illuminating the scene for the chief to watch.

The reason why Helteiel had found it strange for Daklaiel to be so willing to provide Edrick with a roof for tonight was because Daklaiel was a bit of a loner whose parents had both passed away due to an infection–A hunting wound for his father, and a disease for his mother.

Since then, he had built himself his own little house and had never taken a wife. As such, his house had remained small, and for the few times the chief was there, he had only ever seen a single, small bed.

Welcoming a guest inside such a house was a bit strange… But it made more sense now.

The bed was too small to comfortably accommodate Edrick, and it was creaking hard due to seeing and bearing activities it was not used to in the least.

Anoteros and Daklaiel were both completely stark naked–Their clothes littering the floor. Right now, the elf was riding upon the human’s great scaleless serpent in a reverse bouncer, somehow managing to take the whole thing within him.

Helteiel was stunned. The elven hunter was moaning and contorting like a woman, and he even looked more feminine than usual at the moment… Meanwhile, Edrick was merely lying on the bed, his large hands on Daklaiel’s hip, simply following the movements whilst rubbing the dark-blueish skin and occasionally squeezing the elf’s buttocks.

The scene was strangely mesmerising. The Underwood Elf’s rod was bouncing up and down, slapping against his toned stomach.

Not only was the chief seeing a relation between a human and an Underwood Elf, but he was seeing a relation between two men at that.

For some reason, this caused his own man-tool to harden and push against his clothes.

‘I should leave… Shouldn’t I…?’

He thought this, but whilst maintaining his invisibility, he undid his lower garments just enough to free his equipment. He was unable to resist the urge to watch and vigorously stroke himself. The sight of the muscular, strong, and manly human dominating the lean, vulnerable, and effeminate elf aroused him greatly.

The idea of being in the position of his fellow sounded strangely attractive…

‘Shit… How does such a huge thing fit in…?’

“I- I am coming!”

Daklaiel sprayed all over himself, the ground, and the end of the bed.

“Good boy. I knew you would love it”

Edrick firmly grabbed the elf’s hips, pushing himself in down to the base. He filled Daklaiel with a copious amount of his dew.

Witnessing a casual spank was the last straw for the chief. He felt the pressure rising, and in a moment of clarity, used his free hand to prevent his own juice from splattering all over the ground.

‘This… That was…’

He could barely think straight as he realised what he had just done and fantasised about... All he could do was dress himself properly and leave in shame.

Meanwhile, neither Daklaiel nor Edrick had any idea that they had just been peeped on.