Everyone has their bottom line. Although Fang Senyan couldn't be called a paragon of virtue, he absolutely could not stand by and watch such a tragic scene unfold, leaving the maiden Wu Ge, who had fought alongside him, to suffer such a terrible fate. This wasn't about heroic rescue; it was purely a matter of personal principle—though, admittedly, the fact that he had a clean retreat back to the space if the rescue failed was the single most important reason for Fang Senyan’s decision, and there was no other.

Taking advantage of the rampaging brute's singular focus, Fang Senyan crept around in a wide arc, like a thief, moving upwind from behind. Though his movements made some slight noise, they were clearly not enough to arouse any suspicion.

Thirty meters,

Ten meters,

Five meters,

Three meters!!!

Even with Fang Senyan this close, the Orc remained completely oblivious. It panted wildly with excitement, its whiskers—though stained with food, drink, and Mrug wine (a favorite Orcish beverage)—trembling violently, testifying to the intensity of its arousal.

Its thick, pungent body odor spread around it like a black fog, and its thick-knuckled, rough brown fingers were eagerly tearing at the Elven maiden's woven grass bra. The sight of the large swathes of creamy white and the delicate curve of the immature breasts exposed on the girl’s upper body made not only the Orc but even Fang Senyan’s heart pound!

-----The Elven maiden Wu Ge’s pale face, her expression of sheer terror, her sharp cries and sobs, coupled with her weak and helpless resistance, along with her innate purity, innocence, and the scent of the wild clinging to her—it was like