Ash, filled with jealousy and envy at the luck of the scoundrel who had enjoyed himself with multiple women, remained a virgin for two lifetimes and used his hands to relieve himself. Unable to contain himself any longer, while hiding behind bushes and trees, he quickly moved forward until he came upon a large rock that offered a clear view and audible range of a couple's argument.
"F*ck! What the hell! When did monsters start talking in such fluent human language? Goblins are still acceptable considering it's somewhat common in novels and anime, but even ogres? This doesn't make any sense. How could this giant, ugly, bulky, bald creature with pointed ears, elephantine tusks, a potbelly, and a little brother of an early version of the Hulk even possibly learn human language? Don't they have their own language system?"
Ash, wide-eyed and open-mouthed in shock, with the word "unbelievable" practically written on his face, continued cursing internally. Before him stood a hulking ogre, approximately 4 to 4.5 meters tall with bronzed skin. The creature was bald and had two prominent elephantine tusks flanking its lips, a large nose, small eyes, and a not-so-muscular body contrasting with a distended belly, and a simple pelt from a giant bear tightly wrapped around its waist.
The ogre sat in front of a cave, a fire blazing merrily before it, with what appeared to be human arms roasting on top. The ogre itself devoured a roasted human leg with evident enjoyment, entirely ignoring the angry roars emanating from the cave, presumably from a female ogre.
"Those must be the remains of that poor peddler," Ash mused while shaking his head. "At least he didn't die unnoticed and even contributed to filling the stomachs of these two beings, which is a somewhat noble deed in its own way. But where are the goods? I need to get closer to observe the other side as well."
With extreme caution regarding his every step, Ash continued forward. He had no desire to make the same mistake as countless unfortunate side characters who get discovered while spying on villains, simply because they became careless and stepped on a twig, essentially digging their own graves.
"Motherf*cker! Now what the hell is this?! When did ugly, bulky, bald ogres start having such beautiful females in their race? Are my eyes deceiving me because I haven't masturbated for quite some time? But even so, the difference should not be this big. Compared to male ogres; the difference is like night and day." Ash exclaimed internally he couldn't believe in his eyes.
F*ck! Just look at her gigantic boobs; they are definitely H-Cup size. And her butt. F*ck, I am afraid my dick couldn't reach her pussy if I tried to bang her from behind. Her body, oh my god, how can a female ogre be this stunning... Only if she took care of her skin regularly, styled her hair, and wore decent clothes, she might look exactly like a human woman, and an exceptionally beautiful one at that, Ash thought with a lustful and greedy gaze as he watched the female ogre emerge from the cave, carrying a large, crude-looking bowl in her arms.
The female ogre stood around three meters tall, with white skin and brown shoulder-length messy hair streaked with black. Though her face held the potential for beauty, it appeared neglected and somewhat grimy. Unlike her male counterpart, her prominent nose wasn't excessively long. Her body, neither too slim nor too fat, possessed the pleasingly well-rounded figure of a middle-aged human housewife in her thirties.
Colossal boobs of H-cup size were enough to bury any human male in them to death, with a big bubbly butt that just by seeing, people wanted to touch them. Overall, a perfect figure for those who love milfs. However, her attire consisted solely of a single, ill-fitting piece of hide from an unknown animal hanging on her waist, so loose that with a simple wave of wind, her sacred cave hidden under a dense forest of pubic black hair could be seen by everyone.
"Damn it, why is not warning anything serious? No wonder that bastard managed to take advantage of her; even I can see everything... F*ck, her pussy is so damn big, my little brother might only work as a finger to her even at its full power," Ash cursed enviously. Now his hatred for the male ogre increased by dozens of points.
"Remember Dolf, this is the last time Maghda is forgiving you. If Maghda sees you with those damn elf b*tches again, believe it or not, Maghda will kill you. Also, why did you bring a human this time? This human flesh tastes quite weird; Maghda doesn't like it at all. You should bring sheep; you know Maghda likes them the most. Their sweet and delicious mutton brings water to Maghda's mouth every time Maghda thinks about it," The female ogre named Maghda spoke with a smile, but soon it turned into disgust as she saw the peddler's roasted arm in her hand. But she still bit into it hard, as she didn't like wasting food, especially when she didn't have any other option.
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"Humf! Mutton is good; Dolf also likes it very much, but there are too few sheep to get. Dolf didn't find any recently," The male ogre called Dolf said in tattered words. Clearly, his speech wasn't as developed as the female ogre's.
"Of course, you didn't find any sheep. Most of the time, you were busy licking those elf b*tches cunts; how can you have time to search for sheep? You bastard haven't even touched Maghda for months. At the start when we met, you couldn't even spend an entire day without banging Maghda, but now just two months later, you've completely lost interest in Maghda and always run to those elf b*tches," Maghda roared angrily while throwing the completely clean bone of the peddler's arm at Dolf's shiny bald head.
"It's not Dolf's fault. Those elves like Dolf more than you; they even give Dolf delicious things to eat in exchange for f*cking them. So, of course, Dolf would go to them. Hunting is too difficult; Dolf doesn't like it. But those elves are different. Dolf only has to lay down and let them do what they want, and occasionally follow their orders. Not only can Dolf enjoy their slim, soft, and small bodies, but also many new things to eat."
The more Dolf spoke, the more excited he became. He didn't care about Maghda's emotions at all and told everything truthfully. But opposite to him, Maghda's face turned as gloomy as hell. Now she wished she could kill this bastard, but remembering her terrible future full of danger and hunger without Dolf's protection, she gritted her teeth and endured it.
"Then go f*ck your elf harlots. Don't ever come to Maghda again. From now on, Maghda will never let you touch her again," Saying such, Maghda turned her head away, not wanting to see the ugly face of the bastard in front of her. Dolf, however, remained unfazed. He simply shrugged, picked up the roasted arm happily, and began gnawing on it with relish.
Sigh, I didn't expect the elves of this world to turn out to be so open-minded. In my memories elves should be a noble race looking down on others and enjoying the eternal beauty and prosperity but... Well forget about it, anyway, this drama was quite wonderful. If I didn't fear that they would kill me on the spot after seeing me, I wouldn't mind giving her my shoulder and becoming her man. But alas, I am still too weak. Maybe some other time, now let's not think about it, the more I dwell on it, the worse I feel. It's best to focus on merchandise.
The merchandise seems to be inside the cave... Now, here is the problem. There is no way I could fight my way through inside the cave when I couldn't even defeat a bandit... What if I lure them away from the cave? That way, I could easily slip into the cave, put the merchandise in my inventory, and be gone before they even noticed. It probably wouldn't take much time; a few minutes or so is more than enough to do that," Ash who was sitting behind a random bush with cross legs thought with a frown while rubbing his chin.
"Hold on," Ash muttered, a hint of amusement slipping into his voice. "The female ogre, Maghda… Sigh, what a lovely name. Focus, Ash, focus!" He mentally chided himself, attempting to regain his composure. "Maghda mentioned she was missing mutton, wasn't she? Perhaps I could use sheep to lure them away. Could it work?"
"Hmm, this plan sounds quite feasible enough. It's not like I am losing anything; it's better than nothing anyway. I should give it a try... I think I saw people buying mutton from Uncle Jacob, so he probably wouldn't mind selling his sheep. Considering our history as employer and employee, perhaps Uncle Jacob would be willing to sell me one at a discount" Ash muttered helplessly while giving a quick glance at the coins in his inventory, which barely contained a three-digit sum. But what Ash didn't know was that maybe because of his carelessness or excitement at seeing injustice with Maghda, someone had already made preparations to send him back to town without him even needing to ask.