A Woman?

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It was the midst of the night, and within the outpost was a large camp fire, where smoke rose into the sky. Around the camp fire were thirty large, hideous humanoids. They had a large head with two large teeth protruding out of the side of their mouth. Their skin was green.

They were ogres who belonged to a tribe that lived in a city not far too from the outpost. They were the first defense line for that city, and had the duty to inform the city of an attacker if they breached the first line.

There was a significant difference between those who lived in the city and those who lived in the seven outposts surrounding the city. They were exiled from the city because of their barbarism, but even so, they still cared for the city they grew up in—this led them to be sent to live in the seven outposts to protect the city.

One of these ogres, who was one of the ugliest of them all, stood up after drinking the last of his beer and slammed his empty wooden jug on the wooden table next to him.

He decided to return to his house, as he had enough fun for the night. When he was about to enter his home,

'There's a whiff of a monster…here!'

Ogres naturally had an acute sense of smell that grew as their levels increased, so naturally it was easy for them to pick up a whiff of a monster, especially when the one who left it didn't cover their scent trail.

'It has a pleasant scent too. It must be from a woman.' He followed the trail of the scent. 'My luck is so good, I finally get to taste a woman after so many years.'

His already hideous face turned more hideous as he grinned lustfully. After being exiled from the city, he couldn't taste another woman due to only men being exiled. His long-forgotten desires resurfaced after finding out that the rat who snuck into the outpost was a woman.

He felt that his luck was the greatest in the world after losing everything: his life in the city, his chances of tasting another woman before his death. But a woman entered this outpost, where no one else would come.

His grin grew larger as he reached the wooden shack, and the whiff grew stronger. There was doubt that the woman wasn't inside here. It was a place that no one would enter—this made the ogre think that the woman was smart but also weakened or exhausted as she chose this place, when she could have killed a tree and rested in it.

Unlike goblins or hobgoblins, many ogres had intelligence on the same level as humans. He was one such ogre, so he could determine her state based on the woman's actions.

'She's weak... This should be easy and I'll get all of her to myself.' He pushed open the door. It slowly creaked open.

The inside of the shack was small, with dust covering everything. In the corners of the walls, there were spider webs. He stepped inside, and used his great sense of smell to find where she was hiding.

Unfortunately, he couldn't single out the smell with there being too many smells. He had no choice but to do it the old-fashioned way, by checking the entire shack.

Closing the door of the shack to make sure no one found it suspicious that the door was open, he quickly but quietly searched the area near the entrance. After a while, he found nothing and moved on to search deeper into the shack. He continued this until he reached the end of the shack. So far he hadn't found the woman.

When he looked down, he saw a floorboard. On this floorboard were a few blocks of ice that were slowly melting on this floorboard along with a few around it. It was suspicious. Why would there be ice here in the swamps? It was hot and very humid within the swamp, so no monster of ice would choose to live here.

Listening to his suspicions, he lifted up the floorboard...

"There you are." He grinned.

When he lifted the floorboard, he found a pale, slender arm, belonging to that of a woman. He took out the rest of the floorboards covering the woman, and gave a long lustful glance at the woman.

'She's stunningly beautiful and young. Sadly, her chest size is smaller than what I prefer. At least I get to taste such a beauty.' He was a little disappointed that her chest wasn't to his liking, but her beauty outweighed his desire for a large breasts.

He picked her up in a princess carry and set her down next to him.

'Her skin feels cold.' He thought, 'Now that I think about it, she uses ice magic. She's beautiful, with pale skin, black hair, and her skin feels cold to the touch. She must be a Snow Woman, but I've never seen one, so I'm not completely sure. If not, she's at least related to one in some way.

Putting aside his unanswered questions, he looked around the shack for something to conceal her with. He wanted to return to his house and enjoy her, but he needed to conceal her so others wouldn't find out.

Soon, he found a blanket with an old smell to it that could conceal her body and scent. After wrapping her in it, he put the woman on his shoulder and left the shack, casually walking to his house. He did this to avoid any suspicion.