I'm not that kind of orc

She took two steps closer to me: "When you met me yesterday, didn't you feel that we haven't met a little bit recently?"

"I don't think so!" I replied firmly.

Why, am I still the son you divorced and left to your husband?Don't make it sound like we have some special relationship that requires us to see each other regularly, okay?

"I also specifically asked Roland to let our team act together."

My intuition tells me that this guy is definitely trying to do something again.

Seeing that she was about to step towards me again, I glared at her and said, "Stop, don't come any closer! Otherwise, I will be rude!"

She was visibly taken aback and stopped.

Eh?Has it worked?

As a result, she raised the corner of her mouth in the next second, showing a fascinated expression: "You're welcome... Specifically, what is the way to be rude?"

No, this guy is here again. I forgot that threats are useless to this guy.

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Hearing me say "you're welcome", she quickened her pace and moved towards me.

Tsk, what does such a shameless guy have to do to be effective?

"Enough!" I finally got a little impatient, and reflexively pushed her shoulder hard.

She was completely unprepared, and was pushed back by me for several steps, almost falling down.

This time she was really startled, she stared at me with wide eyes, speechless.

I didn't expect that I would lose control of my strength, nor did I expect her to have such a reaction, so I couldn't speak for a while.

The scene became rigid in our staring silence, and the more time passed, the more difficult it was for each other to speak.

After a long time, her eyes flashed twice abnormally, and then she lowered her shoulders, with a lonely smile on her face: "...So, you really hate me to this extent."

Her uncharacteristic reaction caught me off guard.

Why did this guy suddenly... react in such a tragic way?According to the usual situation, shouldn't this masochist be more excited as before after being treated so roughly?

"That's right, no matter how much I like you...you are still not that kind of person. I have always been wishful thinking to cause trouble for you." She lowered her head and said softly, full of disappointment, "I'm sorry."

How do you feel... the atmosphere is a bit wrong.

As soon as she put on such an attitude, I seemed to be pushed into the position of the bad guy all at once.

"Uh, this...Actually, it's not so much that I hate you, I just can't handle you." Her lost appearance suddenly made me feel sorry, and I organized my words clumsily to try to comfort her.

"Don't comfort me. In your eyes, I don't have any femininity at all, right? I have tried so hard to seduce you so many times, but every time you try to avoid me." Her eyes have completely lost glossy.

Hey, why do I feel more and more like she confessed to me and was ruthlessly thrown away by me in a very excessive way.

A heavy guilt suddenly blocked my heart.

Was this guy such an easily hurt character?

Or, in fact, my strong refusal to her has actually been hurting her all the time, and finally accumulated to the point where she can't bear it?

"Y-It's not that I hate you, to be honest, uh... I still respect you, I just... just..." I really couldn't cope with her change, and my speech became stuttering.

This is quite the truth. If her strange sexual fetish is excluded, it is enough that she can temper her combat skills to the same level as the top orc warriors with the physical condition of a female elf. It made me admire.

Yes, as long as she doesn't have that strange interest, she's actually quite a nice woman...

Um?Is there something wrong with my idea?

Just when I started to have a little doubt, she suddenly raised her head and looked over with a look of surprise on her face: "Is there really no possibility at all?"

The sad eyes she cast made me unable to look directly at her for a while. I felt ashamed and wanted to turn into a mouse and find a hole in the ground.

"I……"

Eh?Why did I hesitate?

Here it is clear that it should be rejected with righteous words as usual!

She is already like this, if she continues to refuse, it will of course cause her more harm.

"Then if I say, even if it's just a play on the occasion, if I grant my wish once, I promise I'll never pester you again...Isn't that okay?" She confided in a very soft voice, but every word Brings me an unusually heavy weight.

At this moment, I was suddenly shaken strongly.

As long as you cooperate with her once, you can completely cut off this idea from now on, and you don't have to continue to see her sad and miserable appearance...

But, but, I was wronged precisely because of the concept that orcs would abuse elves, and I also worked hard to clean up our image. Now that I really want to do this, I feel that I Still can't pass this hurdle!

"No...no way!" In the end, I tried my best to say the words of rejection with a heavy heart, "I really can't do this kind of thing."

Because it was too heavy, I couldn't look directly at her face, I could only lower my eyes and look at the ground.

As a result, I vaguely heard a "tsk" from the opposite side.

"Huh?" I raised my head in surprise, only to find that Miriam was still wearing that sad smile as if the whole world had abandoned her, as if the sorrows of the whole world had poured into this female elf. Looking at her, I vaguely felt the background music of the tragic opera ringing in my ears.

She lowered her eyes, raised the corners of her mouth as if mocking herself, and said in a self-defeating tone: "Okay, I get it. I give up on you, and I won't trouble you again from now on."

The pervert finally let me go - which should have been something to celebrate for me, but at the moment I'm not happy at all.

"I'm sorry." I didn't expect that I would actually apologize to her in the end.

"Before I go, can I make a small request?" She looked at me pitifully again, and added, "...a request that has nothing to do with that aspect."

"Uh, you, you say."

She put her hands behind her back, looking a little ashamed to say: "I... want to touch your face."

"What?" I was taken aback.

She showed that wretched smile again: "I just want to keep in mind, I can't hope that my wish will be fulfilled, and I can't even touch it in the end?"

It would be too inhuman to refuse any further.

"Okay, okay, you can touch it if you want." In the end, I had to choose to compromise.

"Thank you." Her dim eyes finally brightened a little.

I took a deep breath, lowered my head slightly, and met her eyes intently.

The long-standing entanglement with this pervert has finally come to an end—for some reason, I feel a little sad in my heart.

But she walked over slowly, looked up at my face and raised her hand, but stretched it towards my nose and mouth.

"Wait, where are you going to touch?" I looked up in surprise and hid.

I thought her touching her face was just stroking her cheeks and forehead.

"I just want to touch your fangs. After all, we won't grow them, so I'm curious. I won't trouble you again... Is this not allowed?" There is sad background music.

"Okay, okay, you touch it." I sighed and lowered my head again.

But this time she raised her hand again, and I suddenly noticed that her fingers were shining with oil.

"Wait, what did you smear on your hands?" I subconsciously raised my hand and clasped her wrist.

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I grabbed Miriya's wrist and looked at her hand carefully, and found that her fingers were obviously coated with a layer of ointment, and there was a faint familiar sweet smell floating into the nasal cavity, but I just smelled it slightly At one point, I felt that my consciousness seemed to be scattered.

I immediately felt that something was wrong, and quickly clasped this hand away from myself.

"What is this?" I asked her seriously.

"..." Miria was silent for a while, and suddenly exerted force on her arm, trying to force her hand to cover my nose.

If it was me who was on par with her in strength in the past, I might not be able to react for a while and be succeeded by her.But now, after being strengthened by dragon blood, my hand strength is much stronger than hers. Not only did I firmly restrain her hand that suddenly became restless, but I also grabbed her arm and forced her to turn around. come.

Speaking of which, after I rejected her request just now, when she proposed to touch my face, she put both hands behind her back, making a shy hand that didn't know where to put it.

Now that I think about it, she should have smeared this weird thing on her fingers at that time.

My eyes flicked to her back, and I found that there was really a small bottle of suspicious medicine hanging on the back of the belt of her knight's dress, and a leather-bound hardcover book hanging like a paladin carrying a tome. The book—but it is actually neither a divine book nor a code of laws. I saw a series of book titles "Practical Language Induction Skills" written on its cover that made people very concerned.

This book successfully attracted my attention. I stretched out my other hand quickly and pulled it off the female elf's waist. I held it in front of my eyes and found that there was a subtitle written in small characters below: Let him Fall into your trap and obey your words from now on!

"..." I was silent this time.

At the same time, I also found that there were several bookmarks in the book-yes, fucking bookmarks!So I shook my hand and opened the book according to the position of a certain bookmark.

Miria's face changed slightly, and she turned around to grab the booklet. I grabbed her wrist and used my grappling technique to pull her in the opposite direction of the arm joint, subduing her.

"Uh~!" As a result, she bit her lip and snorted bitterly, but it was obviously with a bit of pleasure.

I just glanced at her normal reaction before returning to the page.

I saw that on the two pages I turned over, there was a passage specially marked with a pen: "...Sometimes, taking the initiative to show weakness can bring unexpected results. Deliberately lower your posture and do it in appropriate deeds. Show the reaction of being stabbed by the other party's words and deeds, win the other party's sympathy and guilt in a miserable way, and then guide the other party step by step into your trap and agree to do things he was originally unwilling to do. This method is very effective for inducing Objects with a strong sense of kindness and morality are particularly effective..."

Combined with the tragic performance of the female knight in front of me, I immediately felt that I was being wiped out.

I flipped to the next bookmark, and saw that the emphasis on the page here read: "...you can try to use the 'last time' rhetoric to guide the other party to think in the direction of calming things down, so as to accommodate your request, and finally In this way, I can make the other party fall into my trap, and from then on, I can repeatedly intimidate the other party, and let the other party get deeper and deeper in this matter."

"...Miss Miria." I squinted at Miriah's face with sharp eyes, "Can you explain what this book, which you have done a lot of homework, is for?"

"...It's just a textbook of psychology." After a moment of silence, she answered me calmly.

Who are you kidding, you plan to teach students such dark knowledge?You just practiced the things written above in front of me, okay?

"Then tell me now, what the hell are you smearing on your hands?" I asked again.

"...Hand cream." The girl replied without changing her expression, "Your hometown is a bit dry, and my skin type is not suitable for it."

"To be honest." I felt my brows twitch.

"If you don't believe me, you can smell it carefully." She actually encouraged me.

"I believe you, you bastard, you are so bad!" I immediately glared at her.

I don't know about your previous convictions?Forget it, I can more or less imagine what this thing is!

This pervert has no intention of giving up at all, he is playing me from the beginning to the end! !

At this time, she who was holding her arm by me suddenly used her self-defense technique, kicked her foot hard and hit my chin with the top of her head.

Reflexively, I let go of her hand and raised my head to retreat.