Volume 3 Chapter 16 Reviving The Half-Elf 2️⃣
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”I’ve been treated real bad,” she said quietly, like her words were slipping through the cracks of a tired heart.
”Yeah,” I answered, my voice calm, though I didn’t look away.
”By elves… by humans… and even monsters,” she added, her tone hollow.
”It must’ve been hard. But you’re safe now,” I said, giving her a gentle nod.
”You won’t hurt me, will you… my person?” she asked, almost clinging.
”I won’t hurt you… just…” I said, holding the pause.
”…Just?” she whispered, looking up at me.
Her teary eyes met mine. Even with her youthful face, there was a quiet beauty that only half-elves had—clear, perfect, and almost too still.
—Yeah. I want to protect this girl. That feeling is real. No doubt.
Even though I believed that, something in me felt strange. If I could see myself from the outside, I’d probably flinch. A kind of itch crawled over me—awkward, like I was too honest with myself.
With a quiet sigh inside, I placed my hand on her cheek. With the other, I gently brushed her soft hair, like I was calming something scared.
”I want to hold you close,” I said, doing my best to keep my voice steady.
And instantly—I wanted to vanish.
Even if it was to help her, why did I say something that cheesy? I never acted like this before.
My chest burned from how lame I sounded, but I didn’t break eye contact. On the inside, I was yelling at myself to quit it, but outside, I stayed still.
If she rejected me after this, I might not be able to handle it.
Even with that fear in my gut, I kept pretending to be calm and looked at her. I hoped—really hoped—that the feeling I put out reached her.
”You won’t do something bad? You won’t be like… that person?” she asked, her voice trembling as she stared at me.
Her eyes had a faint shine, like she was reaching out without realizing it.
”I promise. I’ll never do anything to hurt you,” I said, as gently as I could.
At my words, she nodded—just a little.
”Then… it’s okay,” she whispered, her voice soft like a breeze.
* * *
I carefully picked her up in my arms and carried her over to the bed. Her body felt light, like she wasn’t sure how to rest. I laid her down and sat beside her.
I reached for the edge of her loose tunic, something she wore just for sleep.
”Let me help you get more comfortable,” I said.
”Okay,” she replied, lifting her arms without hesitation.
I helped adjust the fabric—just enough so she could lie down easier. There was nothing strange about it, but something about the moment made my heart beat a little faster. Not from what I saw, but from how close we were now.
I laid down beside her and gently pulled the blanket up around us. My arm circled around her shoulders as we faced each other under the soft warmth.
That’s when I realized—I didn’t even know her name.
We’d been through so much in such a short time, but still skipped over the most basic part.
”Um… I know it’s late to ask, but… what’s your name?” I asked, scratching my cheek.
She didn’t get mad or awkward. She just answered like it was natural.
”Vera.”
”Vera, huh… That’s a lovely name,” I said, smiling. “Then, Vera… let’s stay close like this.”
The words felt weird coming out of my mouth. I almost flinched, but I said it anyway.
”Stay close? What do you mean?” she asked, tilting her head a little.
”Like this,” I said, gently leaning forward and giving her a small kiss on the forehead.
”Mm…”
Her eyes blinked, wide and blue. She didn’t pull back.
”You’ve never had someone hold you like this, huh?” I asked.
She looked down, then away, her face going red.
”My mouth’s weird. My teeth too. I’m like a little monster,” she murmured.
Before she could say more, I gave her another soft kiss—this time on her temple.
No words. Just warmth.
I leaned my forehead against hers, letting our breaths mix. Her body, which had been so stiff, slowly relaxed.
Even without saying much, we were already connected.
Her hand rested on my chest.
”It’s warm,” she said, voice almost too small to hear.
”It’s my first time,” she added, barely moving her lips.
That simple closeness, that tiny whisper, made my heart ache. Just this much… just being held like this was enough to almost move her to tears.
It reminded me again—how much pain she’d carried alone.
”I’ll keep you warm, Vera,” I whispered back, brushing her hair again.
As I lowered my face gently beside her neck, she let out a tiny sound.
”Ahaha… that tickles,” she giggled, her voice light.
That laugh—like a breeze through a quiet field—made something bloom in my chest. Holding her tighter, I slowly traced a path with my fingers along her arm, her shoulder, then down her back—never crossing any lines.
I just wanted to let her know she wasn’t alone.
”Ah!” she yelped when I accidentally brushed a spot that made her jump.
I looked up. Her face was puffed up in a pout, her cheeks pink. Her glare wasn’t angry, just playful—like a child caught off guard.
Honestly, she didn’t just *look* young—she *was* young at heart.
That’s when I remembered…
—Maybe Vera acts like this not because she’s hurt, but because it’s who she is.
”Hey… Vera, how old are you?”
”Ninety-seven,” she said, like it was obvious.
”…I see,” I muttered, trying not to show my surprise.
Elves live ten times longer than humans. Same for half-elves.
They grow slow—like, ten years for every human one.
—So, she’s like ten in human years…
No, I shouldn’t think about that. She’s 97 years old—much older than me. She’s been through things, so this is okay, right?
I told myself this as I looked away and gently touched her again.
This time, I softly stroked her left breast with my palm while lightly pressing my lips to her right nipple, rolling it slowly with my mouth.
Coating it with my spit, I licked and gently played with it like I was telling her, “Good girl.” At last, Vera let out
”Ah!” she said softly, her voice full of warmth.
I worried my excitement might show from that sweet sound.
Slowly, my tongue moved down.
I traced it carefully across the soft skin of her slightly rounded belly, reaching a small, shy spot hidden there.
”Yuuuu!?” Vera moaned, her voice a mix of surprise and confusion.
But when I moved lower toward her most private place, she suddenly grabbed my head and pushed it away.
”No! Stop! That’s too much!” she cried.
”It’s okay. There’s nothing wrong with you, Vera,” I said as calmly as I could. She shook her head, tears welling up like she wanted to cry.
”That awful person hurt me… I’m dirty… I don’t want you to see…”
”…”
”That person said the same thing — ‘You’re worthless.’ I don’t want you to see someone like me.”
The person she meant was probably the magic user I defeated.
Anger rose inside me again. I should have ended him faster.
But now wasn’t the time to dwell on that.
I had to save her—body and soul, just like Lena said.
”Vera, you’re not worthless. You’re a kind, sweet girl,” I said, lifting my head to look into her eyes.
”But…”
”I like kind girls. Look at what you do to me.”
I knelt down, showing her my already hard body.
Vera blinked in surprise, staring without saying a word.
”If I thought you were worthless, I wouldn’t feel this way. You’re a kind girl, and that’s why I want to be close to you. And…”
”?” she asked.
”And I believe I can help you heal.”
I hesitated to say it, unsure if she would believe me.
The truth was—
”…That’s a lie.”
Vera looked down, sadness in her eyes as she shook her head.
That was the usual reaction. Lena felt the same.
I needed something to prove I was serious.
Call it my will.
”It’s not a lie. If you think I’m lying…”
I reached under the bed and pulled out a small dagger I kept for protection. Holding it by the sheath, I offered the handle to her.
”You can use this to hurt me if you want.”
She stared at the dagger, shocked and unsure.
”Are you really okay with that?”
”Yes. If you don’t trust me, just do it.”
After looking between the dagger and my face for a long moment, Vera pushed the handle away.
”Okay. Do what you want,” she said quietly.
She lay back on the bed, spreading her legs and covering her face with her hands.
”Thank you for trusting me.”
I kissed her lips gently, then moved between her thighs. Holding them softly, I began to open them carefully.
I remembered why she was scared.
What had happened to this young body to make her so afraid?
Between her thighs, what should have been soft and tender was scarred and worn from time.
The skin was darkened, the area swollen and marked.
It looked like a fragile limb left to heal wrong—twisted and hurt.
Sensing my gaze, Vera sniffled and trembled quietly.
Words wouldn’t reach her here—not yet.
I had to show her that I didn’t hate or judge her.
Only one way to do that.
Without hesitation, I lowered my face and gently pressed my lips to her.
”Ah!” Vera gasped, grabbing my head tightly with her legs.
”Don’t! It’s dirty!” she cried.
I didn’t stop. Drooling slightly, I kissed her softly, moving carefully as I showed my care.
Vera’s voice shook with shock but also something softer.
”Ah! You’re really doing this?”
I didn’t answer. Instead, I focused on showing her love in every gentle touch.
I kissed slowly and tenderly.
I cleaned her with soft licks and gentle breaths.
I stayed with her, careful and kind.
As a final touch, I slipped a finger lightly inside, pressing softly on a sensitive spot.
The wave of feeling hit her all at once—
”Ahhh! I don’t know what this is! I’ve never felt this before!”
She cried out, trembling hard with surprise.
At last,
”Aaaahhh!”
She gasped loudly, holding my head tight and then letting go as the strength left her body.
When I pulled back and looked up, Vera’s face was wet with tears and a soft smile.
Her whole body shook quietly, full of relief.
Notes:
• Lena – Female. A young slave girl in her early teens. Her appearance is emaciated with brown skin, long black hair, and grotesque scars across her face, including one that blinds her left eye. She wears a black collar and tattered clothing. Her relationship to the protagonist is that of a rescued victim. She is silent and appears to have endured severe physical and emotional abuse.
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