My Split Soul -Take Over - Isekai Elf Ariel Chapter 2 (Patreon)

I stepped deeper into the forest, weaving through the trees as dry leaves crackled underfoot. Walking alone in this dim, eerie woods unsettled me—but where else could I go now?

"…Those damn guild bastards."

The words slipped out before I could stop them. Memories of being abandoned by my so-called comrades surged back. Sure, I screwed up that day—but was casting me out that fucking necessary? After fighting together, one mistake erased everything? Bullshit.

"You’ve all failed too, haven’t you?! Why just me—?"

I bit back before my voice rose. Pointless anger now. Yet the humiliation and frustration still festered like a wound.

My gaze dropped to the white mist hovering over my palm—this so-called "split soul." Where did it even come from? That alley man… who was he?

"…He was hiding something."

He’d called it an "experiment." Testing this power. But for what? No normal human could wield this. A mage’s work? Or something… else?

"…Divine intervention? Or demonic?"

A half-joking mutter, yet part of me dreaded it might be true. This power defied logic—since when could someone suddenly conjure ghostly limbs? Yet here it was, moving at my will.

"Maybe I can do something with this…"

A dark thought flickered. Revenge on the guild. But stooping to their level? And the cost of this power—what nightmare waits there?

"…Guess I need to find that man."

Pushing forward, questions coiled tighter in my mind. This power’s origin. That man’s goals. My future. A tangled maze with no exit in sight.

"…For now, survival comes first."

A heavy sigh escaped as I trudged onward into the gloom.

My breath hitched. The sound of snapping twigs echoed through the forest, the fading sunlight filtering through the leaves as the woods grew eerily still. A cold sweat trickled down my spine.

"…This is getting seriously dangerous, isn’t it?"

I swallowed hard, scanning my surroundings. I was deep in the forest—far beyond where I’d ever dared to venture. A den of dangerous monsters, maybe. The thought of turning back flickered in my mind—but then—

Rustle—

A sound, not of wind, but of something moving.

"—!"

Instinctively, I dropped low, pressing myself against a tree, holding my breath. Straining my ears, I caught the faint sound of movement—something shifting, mingling with the babbling of a nearby stream.

(Who—? A monster? Or…)

Slowly, carefully, I crept forward, moving as silently as possible. Peering through the gaps in the trees, I caught sight of the riverbank—and there, by the clear water’s edge—

"…!"

My pupils shrank. Something was there. A presence, unmistakably alive. Though its form was still unclear, something long and slender caught the light, swaying in the breeze.

(I found it…)

My fingers trembled. I fought to keep my split soul from spilling out of my grasp as I took another step, then another. Pushing through the riverside brush, I closed the distance—until the wind whispered in my ears, as if the very air itself resisted my approach.

Yet, though I couldn’t yet see it clearly, I knew—this was what I’d been searching for.

The setting sun dyed the river gold as I peered through the thicket, holding my breath. Hidden behind moss-covered rocks, I manipulated my split soul with my fingertips, drinking in the sight before me.

"…"

My throat went dry.

There, in the river, stood a lone elven woman, bathing.

Her short lavender hair shimmered with droplets, her pointed ears tinged red by the sunset. She moved gracefully through the water, her fingers skimming the surface—each motion accentuating the delicate curves of her shoulders and back.

—And I watched, transfixed.

(Damn…)

The moment she turned, her amethyst eyes flickered under the light. Her carefree smile held the purity of a woodland spirit—yet carried the unmistakable allure of a woman in her prime.

The swell of her chest emerging from the water was mesmerizing, the droplets clinging to her skin catching the sunset’s glow like scattered gemstones. Each twist of her waist carved a hypnotic curve from her slender midsection to the rounded flare of her hips, rising and falling with the river’s rhythm.

(More… I wanna see more…)

I leaned too close—brush rustling. For a second, her ear twitched, but she didn't notice. Turning away again, she began washing her hair, the muscles of her back flexing delicately under the water’s sheen.

The soothing ripple of the river and her soft humming wrapped around me like a spell. In this stolen moment, I claimed her—her every movement mine to witness, mine to covet.

(Closer… If I use my split soul…)

The thought flickered like a flame.

The elf before me—every inch of her sculpted, sun-kissed skin—sent my pulse roaring.

**(…This distance isn't enough. My split soul can go further… Can touch her…)

Driven by hunger, I opened my palm. The eerie mist—my split soul—coiled forth, writhing unnervingly alive. I’d used it before… but never like this.

“Here goes…”

I released it toward her—

(—!?)

Then something happened.

It moved on its own.

Like iron filings to a magnet, the mist lunged, pouring into her before I could react—

“Wh—what…!?”

Too fast. Too hungry.

Then contact.

The moment it made contact with her back—

“Nh…!?”

Her body jerked violently. Her long lashes fluttered unnaturally, her violet eyes flying wide.

“Gh… what is this…!?”

Before I could process anything, it spread.

The split soul didn’t just touch her—it sank into her flesh. Starting where it struck her back, it snaked through her veins like spider silk, branching out in veins of white haze.

“St…stop…”

Her voice came out strangled as she clawed at her own arms, trying to fight it off. But even her fingers were soon swallowed by the mist, bending at sickening angles.

I stood frozen in horror—and something darker.

Because beneath the terror…

Something else stirred.

“Hnn… kuu…♡”

Her moan—soft, broken—sent a shudder down my spine.

Her lips parted, breath hitching as the invasive mist slithered deeper, her body curving against its will—

And somewhere inside me, hunger answered.

Her throat let out a strangled gasp.

Her waist bent unnaturally, the full curves of her chest heaving as the white haze slithered up her neck—finally swallowing even the sharp tips of her pointed ears—

Then—

snap.

Everything froze.

An unnatural silence swallowed the forest. Only the river’s shimmer carried on, indifferent, mirroring the dying sunlight.

"……"

Slowly—deliberately—the elf stood. But the way she moved wasn’t her own. Water dripped from her limbs as she rose, joints shifting with puppet-like stiffness.

And then—

—she faced me.

"—!"

Her eyes held none of their former violet brilliance. Instead, swirling within them was nothing but chaotic white mist.

(No way… Did it…?)

Ice slithered down my spine.

My split soul—my hunger given form—had devoured her body from within.

She—no, it—was now smiling at me. Not a trace of the maiden remained. Just… anticipation.

(…Can I control her?)

Fear bled into something darker—hotter. The thought dug claws into my mind.

I was crouched in the bushes, holding my breath as I watched the scene unfold before me. My split soul was slowly seeping into the body of the elven woman. The white mist-like substance was being absorbed into her skin, as if being sucked in by water. It started from her back, and now it had already turned her neck a murky white.

"What the hell is this…?" My throat was parched, but there was also a strange sensation. It was as if I was connected to that elf by invisible strings—even from a distance, I could feel the warmth of her body, sending tingles through me.

(Wait… what?)

I suddenly realized something. The elf's movements seemed to be synchronized with my thoughts. Just now, when I thought, "Raise your right hand," I could swear I saw her fingers twitch slightly. Was it a coincidence? No, it wasn’t. She definitely moved.

"…Heh, no way." A grin spread across my face. Was this some kind of joke? But I could feel it. It was as if I could move that elven woman’s body as I pleased—like I had gained a new limb.

(Wait, wait, what the hell is this…)

My head spun. Just think about it. A high-class elf like her, moving at my will… I’d never been popular with women before. But this feeling was unmistakable. That white thing had connected us. I didn’t know if it was magic or what, but one thing was certain—I could control that elf.

"…This is insane," I muttered, staring at my trembling fingers. The split soul that had emerged from my hand had turned that elf into mine. I didn’t understand the reason or the logic, but I knew it. That body was now something I could do whatever I wanted with.

(Anything… I can do anything…)

The elf was still standing there, dazed. The white mist had completely covered her body, even clouding her eyes. But there was a hint of obedience in her expression—not a trace of resistance.

"…Alright." I slowly stood up from the bushes. There was no need to hide anymore.

I slipped out from the bushes into plain view, pulse pounding loud enough to drown out forest sounds. My throat burned dry. If this elf were in her right mind, she would've already put an arrow between my eyes without hesitation — elves trusted no human, much less some peeping perv approaching while she stood defenseless and bare.

――And yet.

She didn't even flinch.

Still waist-deep in the river, dull vacant eyes locked onto mine through swirling white mist. Those long inhuman lashes fluttered unnaturally as water droplets traced paths from pointed ears down delicate collarbones, rolling dangerously close to rosy peaks under sunset's glow. Her skin shimmered almost translucent painted in shades of peach and gold.

"…Beautiful," the word slipped out before I could stop it—standing so close to witness perfection unrestrained. She remained frozen like some exquisite statue molded just for my viewing; no blushing retreat nor angry curses. Just… waiting.

(She's really… under my control…)

Ice-cold water soaked through my boots as I waded in closer, socks squelching with each careless step. None of that mattered now. Not when flawless jade eyes stared docilely back at me through spiraling white fog.

"…Move your hand."

Like rusty gears turning, slender fingers twitched—still disjointed and weak, but obedient. Proof of our sickening connection throbbed in my gut like fever heat.

(I really own this… Own her…)

No elven warrior would ever submit to human filth like me under normal circumstances. Yet here stood perfection ready to kneel given time. And oh, time I'd take.

"…Can I look closer?"

Silence answered—but she didn't flee. Inches between us now, details burned impossibly brighter: each droplet clinging to pert nipples, water swirling around dips of her waist before vanishing beneath the surface where shadows teased.

(Need to touch—)

Yet I held back trembling fingers. Too soon still—one slip in control and those delicate hands would snap my neck without remorse. For now… watching had to be enough.

I sat down by the riverbank and began experimenting with controlling the elf. First, I tried moving a single finger.

"…Move."

I focused my will, and her right index finger twitched slightly.

"Whoa…! But this isn’t enough…"

Next, I tried a larger movement—raising her arm. I concentrated harder, and her pale arm lifted slowly, stopping at an unnatural angle, like a puppet on strings.

"…Make it more natural."

After a few attempts, I started getting the hang of it. Controlling her with my split soul felt like moving a distant limb—too much force made it stiff, but a lighter touch made it smoother.

Next, I tried her voice. Starting with a single word.

"…Say 'water.'"

Her lips trembled slightly, and a faint voice escaped.

"…wa…ter…"

"Nice. Now, next… 'The river is cold.'"

After a short delay, her mouth moved again.

"…The ri…ver is… c-cold…"

It was eerie, like a doll speaking, but it was working. With each repetition, her voice grew smoother.

"Today, the wind feels nice."

"…Today… the wind… feels nice…"

This time, I tried something longer.

"I am a warrior elf who protects the forest."

Her eyes flickered faintly, and the words came out surprisingly fluent.

"I am… a warrior elf… who protects… the forest."

"…No way, that’s amazing!" I couldn’t help but laugh. That last line sounded completely natural—like a real elf. Was my split soul pulling from her memories?

Next, I tested poses. Starting simple.

"Put your right hand to your head."

Slowly, her hand moved to the side of her pointed ear—clumsy, but it worked.

"Now… put your hand on your hip."

Another success. I was getting the hang of this.

"Alright… one last thing…"

I grinned and gave the final command.

"Lean forward… and show me your cleavage."

For a moment, her brow twitched—but then she obediently bent forward. The weight of her ample chest deepened the valley between them, a single droplet rolling down and rippling the water below.

"Haha… damn, this is incredible…"

My hands shook with excitement. She was moving exactly as I wanted. This elf was nothing more than my puppet now. The power of the split soul was real—and it was mine.

Cold river water lapped at my knees as I closed the distance between us, my pulse roaring in my ears. Until now, controlling her had been remote — but this time, touch her myself. If she resists now…

"…You're not gonna fight back, right?"

My voice trembled faintly as I reached out. When my fingertips brushed her lavender hair, lightning shot down my spine.

Haa—

A sweetness like forest herbs mingled with something unmistakably female — an elven fragrance that made my head spin. Her hair, softer than I'd imagined, clung cool and damp to my fingers as droplets trailed down my wrist.

"…Heh. Really don't move at all, huh?"

I dragged my palm down her scalp, testing, pressing—no resistance. The point of her ear brushed my wrist, oddly warm. Higher body heat? Or just this cursed connection between us?

Leaning closer, intoxicated, I froze when her lashes fluttered—but she stilled again instantly.

"…Smell good."

My fingers traced the exposed nape of her neck, skin like silk under rainwater pooled in her collarbone. I circled the hollow there, marveling at decadence I'd never dreamed of touching. Even tavern wenches sitting one stools overs sneered at ratty adventurers like me.

Now I rested my forehead against her motionless shoulder, breathing deep—that sweet,almost nostalgic—

(…Holy shit.)

How her hair tangled between my fingers. That living warmth. I never wanted to stop but realizing she was completely mine burned the madness hotter.

Echoing through the fog binding her, I heard my fractured reflection whisper…

More.

My fingers tracing her collarbone suddenly froze as reality crashed back in. That's right—I'm broke. Behind on rent, about to be homeless. Yet here exists this other reality: a shiny new "toy" waiting defenseless before me.

"…Damn it, what do I do?"

Gritting my teeth through the dilemma, I know intellectually I should hustle to complete a job. But faced with this elf, such sensible thoughts dissolve into static.

(Actually—)

An outrageous idea strikes. Have her say it. Then it's not my fault anymore.

"Hey, elf," I murmur against the pointed curve of her ear. "Say, 'Play with me.'"

After a beat, her lips part mechanically:

"…Pl…ay… with… me…"

A flat, doll-like monotone. Disappointing, yet oddly enticing.

"Put some elf into it. Make it sexy," I order, hooking a hand around her waist to adjust her posture. "Like… 'As a woodland elf, I wish to frolic with you.'"

Perhaps the soul-splinter's hold deepens—something approaching warmth seeps into her voice:

"…As wood…land… elf…" Her breath hitches subtly, cadence improving. "I… wish to… frolic… with you…"

"Ha! Better!" My grip tightens, guiding her hand to rest against my chest. "Now say, 'The forest nights are long… Come know me deeper.'"

Her amethyst eyes glaze, lips glistening. "…The forest… nights… are long…" Each word hotter, her chest rising dramatically. "Come… know me… deeper… ♡"

My cock twitches at that last breathy note—the voice of absolute surrender. Was this really the same stiff puppet from moments ago?

"Good girl. Last one…" I tilt her chin, whispering against flushed skin: "'This body… is all yours. Do as you please…?'"

Her skin burns. What spills forth isn't obedience—it's perfected seduction:

"…This bod…y…" A shiver runs through her as her tongue flicks out, "…is all… yours…" Every syllable drips obscenity. "…Do as… you… please…? ♡"

(I'm so screwed—!)

The last thread of restraint nearly snaps. A refined elf moaning such filth—! This split soul's power exceeds all expectations.

"…Fine, I'll play a little longer," I growl, gripping her hips possessively. "Next… I'll teach you something naughty♪"

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