Rosé’s carriage arrived at the entrance of Kunalki Estate in just over an hour.

Although the number of carriages receiving imperial veterans was limited, Rosé was more concerned about the fact that the fare was free, considering her mountain of debts.

As she stepped out of the carriage, Rosé took a deep breath, feeling the fresh scent of spring grass. She knew that if she leisurely climbed up the mountain, she would be able to find mushrooms while enjoying the scenery.

For this purpose, she borrowed leather boots that hunters wear, even though they are for hunting. Elion said they were the shoes Lian Mora wore when he was 12 years old, and luckily they fit Rosé perfectly now.

The mountain surroundings were tranquil and serene. According to the locals, the area had become deserted since people began to hang themselves here.

When the number of suicides exceeded a thousand, even the hunters gave up on their mountain excursions.

“It’s a bit eerie…”

Rosé shivered as she wrapped her trembling shoulders and crossed the largest hill. Beneath the evergreen trees, she found clusters of brown mushrooms.

Sitting down in front of a tree, she started picking the mushrooms. Tap, tap, tap. Slowly, step by step, she conquered the twelfth tree.

Whew. Wiping the sweat from her forehead, she stood up and saw that her bag was more than halfway full.

Still, she thought, ‘While I’m here, might as well fill it to the brim,’ and proceeded towards the distant thirteenth tree.

“Was this tree really this big?”

From a distance, the trees seemed just like any other trees in the grove, with their small stature, thanks to the local administrator’s decision to plant smaller species to prevent suicides.

But as Rosé approached closer, she realized that the tree was much taller than she had initially thought.

The trunk was approximately ten times the width of her palm. Absentmindedly touching the tree’s surface, Rosé lifted her head to gauge its height this time.

And there, within her line of sight, on a long tree branch,

“Haah!”

A corpse was hanging.

‘This is insane, insane! The coachman’s story was true!’

Quickly grabbing her bag, Rosé descended from the mountain path as if possessed by madness.

But as she descended, theyshecouldn’t see any signs that read, ‘This is the land of Kunalgi from here onwards. While personal mushroom picking is allowed, any act that damages flowers and trees will be strictly governed by imperial laws.’

Had this mountain always been this long and steep? As Rosé looked back on her hike, the terrain didn’t seem as rugged.

Gasping for breath, Rosé finally stopped in front of a certain tree. This tree, like the sequoias, was frighteningly large and tall.

And it was dark. At first, she thought it was the tree’s shadow, but when she looked up, the sky was pitch black.

“Huh?”

Then, a strange sight caught her eye. Dozens of bodies hung from the tall, eerie tree, their necks bound with white cloth.

“Waah!”

Rosé darted off to the side road. Under her boots, the decaying grass rustled, chasing after her ears.

From above, an eerie bird call she had never heard before reached her ears. Kiiii! Kiiii! It was a dreadful sound, like a mix of a crow and a monster’s growl.

She continued her fast-paced running, not knowing the darkness gradually enveloping her body as Rosé kept crossing through the bushes.

Finally, her feet touched an unfamiliar forest path.

⟨SYSTEM⟩ You have entered the gate to the ‘Valley of Death.’

Grade Assessment Result: C-Tier

The boundary completely swallowed her.

‘What… what is this?’

Rosé looked around in a hurry. The place she had stumbled upon through the bushes was right in the middle of a dense forest.

Every time a rustling sound was heard, her pupils shook with unease. Rustle, rustle, rustle. With each step on the ground, an unfamiliar sound of weeds was heard.

An strange smell emanated. It was a blend of dank earthy scent and rough musky odor, making her body feel languid.

In an instant, Rosé’s eyes widened, and she followed the fragrance. What came into view was a man walking, licking his lips as he approached.

Dark Elf Commander (B-Tier)
Characteristics: The commander leading the Dark Elf First Battalion, famous for torturing humans in cruel ways.
Appearance: Black skin, long black hair down to the waist with a silver sheen. Muscular body and sturdy arms.
G*nitalia: Left-side positioning. Very dark black color. Very thick veins. Average-sized t*sticles. Slightly stronger ej*culation. Straight shape. Slightly strong rigidity.
Average monthly ej*culation frequency: 38 times.
P*bic Hair: Slightly higher density. Average length. Black color. Average thickness. Slightly rough.
Reward: Sensuality 5, Sociability 2.
Hidden F*tish: S*xual torture.

‘Could demons be conquered too?’

Oh my god. What kind of a lunatic would think of having s*x with a demon. Rosé thought she should really question the mental state of the creator god. But that aside…

Sigh.

Whether it was because of her elf-like mysterious eyes or her showy black skin, she was an attractive beauty who caught everyone’s attention.

Even if we were to measure her grade based on combat ability, who knows, but at least by Rosé’s standards, she was an A-class in terms of appearance.

“It’s been a while since we had an outsider. What’s your name?”

The commander scanned Rosé from head to toe with a sinister gaze.

It was annoying to see her wearing pants, but other than that, she had everything a human woman could have.

“Ro-Rosé.”

The trembling voice filled with fear made the commander shudder. Rosé. The commander repeated her name several times, savoring it.

“What a lovely name, Rosé.”

As his dark lips drew a line, he snapped his fingers.

The birds hiding in the treetops took flight with a flutter, soaring into the sky. And then, the ground began to shake.

“What did you just do?”

Rosé, frightened, asked as the commander gestured with his chin to her back. There stood a large tree, or rather,

“Eek! D*sgusting!”

There was a grotesque plant, extending its branches like tendrils.

Rosé took a step back, wanting to run away. But then, the commander snapped his fingers once more.

“Hmph!”

The tree branches wrapped around Rosé’s wrists and legs simultaneously. The sensation was not like touching a hard piece of wood but rather like soft, sticky tentacles of a living octopus.

Unable to move any longer, the tree lifted Rosé’s body into the air. The gaze between petite Rosé and the Dark Elf Commander became equal.

“I don’t want to kill you outright. It would be a waste of such a beautiful body. So, I’ll play with you a bit.”

With another finger snap, the branches penetrated into Rosé’s clothes.

Snap, snap. The buttons clasping her large chest started to come undone one by one.

“What do you think you’re doing? Ugh!”

This time, it was trousers. A thin branch wound around Rosé’s lower belly, digging into the pants.

Snap, snap. The buttons, which didn’t come off easily even with hands, flew off so disappointingly.

“Oh no!”

The branches coiled around Rosé’s thighs, tearing the pants apart. As the linen tattered, her underwear was vividly exposed.

The situation was no different from being topless. The slimy sap sprayed from the branches dissolved Rosé’s shirt, causing her w*t chest to heave and flow.

The branches that penetrated between Rosé’s armpits each firmly squeezed one of her w*t br*asts into round bulges.

“Aaahng!”

The body, soaked in fl*id, convulsed thinly. It was in the perfect state for devouring. The font of the Commander’s pants were already bulging.

“To think that a human would jump over an elf’s body… How astonishing.”

Even the bodies of the sisters who seduced human men didn’t emit such an overt smell.

But from Rosé’s body, there was the scent of a female that dominated all males, defying her own race.

The one commanding the Dark Elf Legion emitted a deep aura, as if losing his soul and surrendering.

“The human v*gina has always been loose enough to be trivial. But Rosé‚ what about you?”

As his words ended, frighteningly, a twig pierced through her undergarments and entered Rosé’s passage. Ahh! Something hot and sticky crawled up her inner walls.

In agonizing fullness, Rosé kicked at the thin air, but it was futile. The twigs refused to release her ankles.

The tentacles penetrated deeply into Rosé’s v*gina, releasing a misty secretion. This secretion, derived from the Katharastine tree, commonly used by Dark Elves during their mating rituals, contained an intensely arousing element that could lead to extreme orgasms.

A substantial amount of the fl*id flowed in, filling her hole completely. Though she wanted to expel it, the thick tentacles inside her made it difficult to do so.

“Ah… ah…”

The strength in the legs gave way, and she no longer had any thoughts of resistance.

The wriggling tentacles evenly spread the fl*id along the v*ginal walls. Moans and gasps escaped through Rosé’s parted lips.

“Two won’t be enough.”

The commander licked his lips as if expressing regret. It was a pretty tight c*nt, judging by the fact that she hadn’t spilled a drop despite the generous amount of fl*id he’d added.

He approached Rosé’s nose and sniffed. Yes, this scent. The filthy smell of a dirty v*gina oozing with discharge.

“Your n*pples are er*ect. The perfect size for sucking.”

Standing right in front of her er*ect n*pples, he sniffed again and chuckled. It was the fragrance of youth, with milk permeating from her young br*asts. Yet they were surprisingly substantial and large.

The commander couldn’t resist and nibbled on the n*pples one by one. As he gently pulled and elongated the ar*olas, Rosé’s wriggles became more intense.

The aroused tentacles began to tighten around Rosé’s swollen br*asts, causing her br*asts to gather and swell in the middle.

The commander sucked on the n*pples, teasing the base with his tongue before sucking forcefully, making the n*pples pucker.

“Ahng, aaahng! Huhh…!”

The elf’s tongue was as velvety as a cat’s tongue, making the tip of the tongue ticklish. When he used that tongue to playfully swirl around the n*pple, the end swelled up to a rosy hue without reservation.

This time, he pressed down firmly on the bud with his tongue, as if treading on it. After wetting it sufficiently with saliva, he parted his lips, and the moist bump rose up again.

“Mmm, ah!”

“I wish I could suck the other one too, but I only have one mouth.”

The commander snapped his fingers, and then a green tendril extended from a branch, gently wrapping around Rosé’s n*pple. It tightly encircled the plump mass just beyond the darker ar*ola boundary.

“Heuh, aahng, heuk!”

It was a force stronger than spitting out words. The n*pples were tightly bound, so much so that blood rushed to them. Even though she shook her shoulders trying to break free, only her br*asts jiggled in response.

“Do you still have the strength to resist? If you do this, there’s no choice but to increase the amount.”

As the commander flicked his finger, the tentacles that were filling her hole swelled like a w*t sponge.

Squish, squish. The body undulated, pounding against the walls inside. Rosé’s lower abdomen began to swell little by little.

The insides felt suffocating, and her mind became hazy. At that moment, a hot l*quid spurted out from the tentacles.

“Ah, ah! My stomach, it’s going to burst… haang!”

“Now, Rosé, your ut*rus will start tingling.”

The commander spat on the swollen n*pple and laughed. Just as he said, Rosé’s lower abdomen trembled.

The l*quid seeped into her ut*rus, turning into pleasure. Rosé’s tightly closed lips parted slightly. Her eyes were already half-open.

“Uu… uh… haa….”

“You think you’ll just take it as you please?”

Rosé, sprawled out on the floor, slowly nodded her head. The commander sneered softly and flicked his fingers twice. Suddenly, the tips of his tentacles transformed into the shape of his p*nis.

“Our species has suckers on our d*cks. Thanks to that, even when we thrust into loose v*ginas, we never slip out. Well, you don’t need to worry about that.”