Hacking the Game Didn't Go as Intended [Part Two]

CHAPTER 218: The Forsaken Elfess

The Valendor Mountains loomed under the glow of the moon, their jagged peaks cloaked in ice and shadow. Snow blanketed the land in a thick sheet, interrupted only by the towering pines that swayed in the breeze.

The wind howled, a haunting wail that echoed like a beast prowling in the darkness. A silver Eagleowl perched on a lofty limb, its head tiling 180 degrees, large yellow eyes fixed on a curious object below.

Nestled between the roots of an ancient fir, a single tent lay hidden beneath a veil of white. Camouflaged, it was barely more than a shadow in the night. The fabric trembled against the wind, the faint flicker of firelight barely visible through the seams.

Dugun. Dugun. Dugun.

...It's warm.

Tiphanna stirred from her slumber with a soft, lazy moan, a rhythmic sound drumming in her ears.

It was oddly soothing.

Her fingertips drifted over the soft yet firm surface upon which her head rested. Her body was warm and comfortable, a stark contrast to the sheer cold she felt earlier. Unconsciously, she snuggled closer to the source of the gentle warmth.

When her eyes finally flickered open and her vision sharpened, she was stunned to find Daisuke—the golden-eyed shadow—sleeping peacefully next to her.

This is a dream, right?

Before her flustered mind could even issue the command, her body—now hyperaware of his dangerous proximity—was already pulling away from him. Her breasts swayed from the sudden motion, small pink cherries almost visible through her still damp brassiere.

Tiphanna's eyes widened at the sight of that, her face flushing bright pink. Embarrassed, she shuffled farther away, the blanket slipping off and pooling at her toes, revealing long, creamy legs and damp panties.

"—Nh-Ugh..."

The elf muttered something utterly incomprehensible, then her breath caught in her throat, the flush coloring her face now reaching up to the tip of her ears.

Wait, if I'm in this state then...

Her gaze hesitantly drifted upward, skimming over the hard planes of Daisuke's bare chest, tracing the hard ridges of his abs—until the rest of him disappeared beneath a pair of boxers.

She swallowed, her eyes quivering with a storm of emotions. Her lips parted slowly, her gaze turning glassy, her chest rising and falling with each unsteady breath as her pulse thundered in her veins.

Suddenly—

Daisuke began to stir.

Alarmed, the anxious elf reached for the blanket and clumsily pulled it up to her nose.

"...You're awake," he murmured between his teeth, his handsome face far too composed considering their vulnerable state.

"H-Haxks!" she squeaked. "What's happening?! What did you do with my clothes?!"

Daisuke gestured with his nose to something behind her. "They were drenched, so I had to remove them."

Tiphanna glanced around at said garments that were affixed to a line next to the fire.

"You would've likely died from hyperthermia if I didn't," Daisuke added.

"B-But why are you also...," her words suddenly trailed off and she averted her gaze shyly.

"Skin-to-skin contact was the best way to transfer heat and regulate your body temperature."

"...It's so unfair that you can say that with such a straight face," Tiphanna murmured beneath her breath.