Reborn In A Perverse Monster World! My System Adapts To Everything!-Chapter 26: Jason, You Dunmy...

Ylva stood hidden in the shadow of a nearby alley, grocery bag still clutched tightly in her claws. She watched Jason being escorted toward the massive palace on the hill by the two elves. They weren’t dragging him. They weren’t threatening him. In fact, they were treating him with respect, almost reverence. From this distance, it was clear he wasn’t in immediate danger.

She considered leaving him behind.

It would have been the easiest choice. She could simply turn around, disappear back into the woods outside Eldrath, and never look back. No more babysitting a strange human who talked too much and caused endless trouble.

No more risking her neck for someone who had only been in her life for a handful of chaotic days. Leaving him would finally grant her the long-lasting freedom she had always sought — the freedom to roam without her father’s rules, without her mother’s jealousy, without anyone telling her what to do or who to mate with.

She could be alone. Truly alone. The thought made her chest feel lighter for a moment.

But then she remembered.

Jason had risked his life to save hers.

Back in the forest when the traitors attacked, he hadn’t run. He had stood his ground even when he could barely stand, even when his body was broken. He had thrown himself into the fight for her sake, knowing full well he could die. That stupid, reckless man had chosen to stay when every instinct should have told him to flee.

Ylva’s tail flicked irritably. It was difficult for her to abandon him in this moment, even though she perceived he wasn’t in danger by the way the guards were treating him. The memory of him clutching the sheets while she rode him, the way he had smirked through pain just to make her laugh, the way he had covered her mouth to stop her from ruining their "free room" plan — all of it replayed in her head.

"Damn it," she growled under her breath.

She couldn’t leave him. Not yet.

Ylva made her decision. She would take a gamble. She waited until nightfall, hiding in the shadows as the city slowly quieted down. The glowing lanterns dimmed, the streets emptied, and the palace on the hill became a silhouette against the stars. When the moon was high and the guards had changed shifts, she moved.

She crept through the back alleys, her werewolf senses sharp and silent. The castle — the earl’s stronghold in the middle of the town — loomed larger the closer she got. Its walls were high, but not impossible for someone with her strength and claws. She scaled the outer wall with ease, dropping silently into the inner courtyard.

Her heart pounded as she crouched behind a marble statue, ears twitching at every distant footstep. She had no plan beyond finding Jason and getting him out. If he was being held against his will, she would tear through anyone who stood in her way. If he had simply gotten himself into another mess... well, she would still drag him out by the scruff of his neck.

Ylva’s claws dug into the stone as she waited for the perfect moment to move deeper into the stronghold.

Freedom was still calling her name, but the memory of Jason standing between her and danger was louder.

She wasn’t leaving without him but there was something off, the wall was far too easy to breach.

-

Jason didn’t waste any time. The second Tauriel realized he wasn’t an elf and started to raise the alarm, he clamped his hand over her mouth and took control. They had a brief, intense encounter. When it was over, Jason had emptied himself completely inside her. The feeling was euphoric. Tauriel shuddered hard beneath him and passed out almost instantly, her body going limp on the silk sheets.

Jason stayed still for a moment, catching his breath. He knew he had gained some sort of immunity to whatever spell or pheromone magic she had been using on him, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was deeply wrong with this place. It felt too perfect, too calculated. But Jason had no idea she wasn’t the cause of the magic.

Tauriel now knew the truth. There was a very real chance she would raise the alarm the moment she woke up. He had to get out of here right away.

He carefully pulled out and made sure she was still deeply asleep — her breathing slow and even, eyes closed. He quickly fixed his clothes, wiped himself clean with one of the silk sheets, and slipped toward the door. He was surprised she was sleeping that deeply to begin with. One minute she had been trying to trap him, the next she was out cold like someone had knocked her unconscious.

Jason cracked the door open, peered both ways down the dimly lit corridor, and stepped outside as quietly as he could. The hallway was empty. He moved fast but cautiously, sticking close to the walls and keeping his footsteps light.

The moment he rounded the first corner, he felt something sharp press firmly against the side of his neck.

"You bastard... you fucked her!"

The voice was a low, furious growl right next to his ear. Claws dug into his shoulder as Ylva pinned him against the wall from behind. Her hot breath brushed his skin.

Jason froze, heart hammering. He knew lying would be pointless.

"Did I fuck her..." he whispered, trying to keep his voice steady, "or did she fuck me?"

Ylva’s claws pressed harder against his throat, not breaking skin but making her point very clear. "Don’t you dare joke right now," she hissed. "I saw you follow them in here. I waited on the roof like an idiot while you were busy with that elf whore. Explain yourself before I rip your throat out."

Jason swallowed carefully, feeling the sharp points against his skin. "Look, it wasn’t planned. One second she’s calling me ’Great One’ and offering me the royal treatment, the next she’s trying to seduce me, I panicked. I shut her up the only way I could. She passed out right after. I was already leaving when you found me."

Ylva growled low in her throat, her grip still tight. "You expect me to believe that? You smelled like her the second I got close. And you’re telling me you just ’panicked’ and fucked her!?"

Jason turned his head slightly so he could look at her. "Ylva, I’m serious. She figured out I wasn’t an elf and was about to scream. I had two choices: get caught or shut her up. I chose the second one. Now can we please get the hell out of here before she wakes up and this whole palace comes down on us?"

Ylva stared at him for a long second, eyes burning with anger and something else — maybe hurt, maybe jealousy. Her claws slowly eased off his neck, though she kept her hand on his shoulder.

"You are the biggest idiot I have ever met," she muttered. "And the most reckless. If she raises the alarm because of you, I will personally hand you over to her."

Jason gave her a weak grin. "Fair enough. But right now, we need to move."

Ylva exhaled sharply through her nose, clearly still pissed. "Fine. But if you pull another stupid stunt like that, I won’t stop to talk next time. I’ll just bite."

She grabbed his wrist and started pulling him down the corridor toward a side exit she had already scouted.

Jason followed quickly, keeping his voice low. "For what it’s worth... I was trying to get out. I wasn’t planning on staying for round two."

"Shut up," Ylva snapped, but she didn’t let go of his wrist as they slipped through the shadows but then, they ran into a guard patrolling the area.

"INTRUDERS!"