Fairy tale: Little Red Riding Hood's wolf mentor

"Creak--"

The wooden door opened, emitting a slightly grating creak.

Poro entered the house, and at that moment, his brow furrowed, sensing a strange aura, or rather... a dizzying sensation akin to perceptual disorientation!

The scene inside the house was not the bizarre and sinister one Poro had imagined.

Instead, it was truly like something out of a fairy tale: clean, exquisite, and even unreal!

The space inside was much larger than it appeared from the outside.

The space was roughly rectangular.

A long dining table came into view.

It was covered with a spotless white cloth, upon which sat seven small bowls, each containing a spoon, along with seven sets of knives and forks, and seven wine glasses.

At the far end of the room was the bedroom, separated by a wall.

The bedroom floor was slightly recessed compared to the hall and was entirely paved with white stone tiles.

In the center stood a jade-white pillar, flawless and encircled by lush green vines, exuding a sense of inexplicable holiness.

Beneath the pillar, seven wooden beds with crisp white sheets were arranged in a circle at equal intervals.

"Plulu? You're back?"

Several dwarves in the house nodded as they saw Poro enter.

One of the dwarves, whose tongue seemed a size larger than the others, made a "click" sound when he spoke.

He looked at Poro's clothes, which were riddled with holes, and said:

"No new food this time?"

"Plulu, no."

Poro imitated the dwarf's tone, answering briefly again while subtly raising his guard.

The dwarf didn't react in any particular way upon hearing this; his mouth clicked and clacked as he continued:

"It's all those outsiders' fault! Today, we'll just have to... use the old stuff."

"Even the farmed pigs aren't enough anymore," another dwarf said.

"Let's go, since he didn't bring back anything new, we'll just kill another one."

"Yeah, before Snow White gets back."

As they spoke, the last few dwarves entered the house.

Poro counted them; including the one killed by Leake, there were indeed seven!

The dwarves exchanged glances and walked outside together, Poro following behind.

Stepping out of the house, Poro felt the air was different; behind the wooden house was a pen built from wooden frames and stones.

The leading dwarf stepped forward and opened the gate of the pen.

Instantly, a filthy stench assaulted Poro's senses; there were indeed many pigs raised inside, and they were confined in small cubicles.

These small, rectangular compartments confined all the pigs perfectly.

The pigs' limbs were all chained, and only their heads could reach the mushy food in the trough in front of them!

Seeing this scene, Poro was stunned.

He had only seen such scenes in videos of industrialized production in his past life—

Pigs were confined to reduce movement, only eating and sleeping, minimizing energy consumption to increase pork production.

Did these dwarves also know how to do this?

Without much contemplation, several dwarves entered one after another, grabbed a pig, which struggled, but after being dragged out, a dwarf took out a knife and skillfully pierced the pig's neck.

Blood gushed out, and the dwarves didn't waste it; several dwarves took out basins and collected the overflowing blood.

After the blood had almost completely drained, the dwarves hurriedly dragged the pig toward the kitchen.

Poro imitated the other dwarves' actions and entered the kitchen.

It was just like an ordinary home.

The dwarves cut off a portion of the fat pig, added some vegetables, roasted it over the fire, and finally divided it into several equal portions, placing them in the small bowls on the dining table.

Finally, they sat in the chairs at the dining table and began to wait.

At a certain moment, the dwarves' noses twitched one after another.

"Snow White is back," one of the dwarves said.

A few seconds later, the door opened.

Wearing a somewhat faded, grayish court dress, with fair arms, she struggled to lift a large wooden basin, which contained... a washboard and some of the dwarves' clothes.

Much like in the fairy tale.

Snow White was here, doing the laundry for the dwarves.

At first, Poro just lowered his head, daring only to move his gaze to the feet of the person who had come.

But for some reason...

He always felt that this princess carried a strange attraction.

Even though her body had nothing particularly remarkable about it, and her clothes were more like those of a housewife than a princess, Poro's vision still crept up inch by inch...

Until Snow White's appearance finally came fully into Poro's view—

Poro felt a roar inside his skull!

It was a kind of... perfection that could not be described with words!

Every strand of hair, every hue, seemed to be in the most correct position!

It was a... unification of succubus and angel!

A beauty that transcended divinity and demonism!

If there could be a standard for beauty in the world, it would definitely be—the way she looked!

Moreover, that was not all!

As Snow White's body appeared in Poro's vision, the more of her that entered his sight, the more that strange attraction began to rise exceptionally!

After she fully entered his vision, that bizarre attraction, which had already been elevated to the extreme, instantly collapsed—

Turning into... an even more transcendent charm!

The moment he saw her, everything outside his field of vision began to fade, began to wither!

Snow White's clothes, the few specks of dust on her face—could not affect this extraordinary charm in the slightest!

When he fully saw her, all flaws were completely ignored!

—She was the most beautiful!

Every intelligent being who saw her would think so.

Even Poro was stunned for several seconds before breaking free from this strange influence!

This is wrong!

This... is wrong!

It's not just the influence of her appearance, but more like a... mental control a thousand times more powerful than the bishop!

At this moment, Poro truly understood why the witch hunters had failed!

And... his desire for mental potions!

Poro had completely separated his soul from the influence of his physical senses!

The moment he saw Snow White, even though Poro had been prepared, his wolf body still underwent extremely distorted changes!

His blood was flowing rapidly and boiling!

His heart and surrounding nerves were jumping abnormally!

His whole body was so hot that he was almost going mad!

If Poro didn't need to rely on his wolf body to think, he would have already been deprived of his reason!

The beast is in heat!

Poro calmly came to this conclusion.

And the degree to which it had exceeded the limits of his body!

Moreover, it was definitely not the season for animals to be in heat.

Fortunately, the disguise authority would not be affected by Poro's own situation as long as he didn't actually do anything unusual; the dwarf he was disguising as showed no abnormal changes.

And strangely, the surrounding dwarves didn't seem to be greatly affected—

They remained seated steadily at the dining table.

The only unusual thing was...

Poro discovered that after they looked at Snow White, a faint purple glow appeared in the depths of their turbid eyeballs.