Elf Lady’s Fae Diary

When I became interested in various sexual cultures and activities between different races, it happened to me when I was eighteen years old during an expedition mission in the deep mountains. The one thing that still makes me blush. For a lot of people, that incident was enough to drive a person crazy and have suicidal thoughts, and even if it wasn’t, they would have considered it a major shame in life, but for me, it was a kind of A wonderful opportunity, an opportunity to fulfill my life… When I was a child, I grew up in a traditional elf tribe, far away from the realm of humans and demons, which kept the culture of our village pure and the tradition intact. The elves can live for hundreds of years, and there are even legends that the elves can not die, which is why in the end the elves will choose to form their own corners, first, or the long life makes us see the ugliness of human nature, and secondly. First, the difference in longevity makes it difficult for us to develop feelings with other races, and thirdly, our pride in longevity and eternal youth makes us disdain to communicate with other races. So we are pure and ignorant. Since the definition of “adult” is really vague, the rite of passage for elves is set at the sunrise after the young elves use magic for the first time. Some elves have come of age at the age of forty, while others have not yet done so at the age of 100. As for me At the age of 18, it is as absurd as a child who has just finished elementary school going to a university to study for a doctorate. Everyone’s coming-of-age ceremony is very simple and direct. One person goes to the back mountain of the village to find the lonely beast, and then draws a finger-sized amount of beast blood, returns to the village and hands it to the elders to complete it. Everything that happened after that, I wrote down in the log one by one.