The Orgy's Frenzy
The interior of the training grounds was a scene of utter madness, filled with a thick cloud of essence and an indistinguishable cacophony of moans. Each Mare was lost in ecstasy, locked in frenzied coupling with a masked man who thrust wildly into her. The sudden sight of the orgy and the overwhelming scent of sex left me frozen at the doorway in shock. Among the androids and trainers observing the spectacle, I spotted my own trainer leaning against the wall. I pushed through the crowd with difficulty and approached her.
“Trainer, what’s going on here?”
“Hm? Elia. When did you get here?”
“I had business at the lab and decided to stop by.”
“You came early. You could’ve run in the race. Pity. Ah, you asked what’s happening? I suggested your idea to the upper management and they approved it immediately. We’re running a trial right now.”
“It’s quite something.”
Dozens of couples engaged in wild sex was an overwhelming sight in every sense. Especially the way their essences mingled and filled the air until it became dizzying to look at. Ugh, it’s so disorienting I can barely watch.
“We’re still debating whether to let them mate right in the waiting room or move them to individual stalls. By the way, what’s your connection to the upper management? The moment I mentioned your name, everything went through smoothly.”
“Well… let’s just say I have a fairly close relationship with them.”
“I knew it. You think differently from the other Mares. Is this some kind of espionage? Experiencing the racetrack firsthand?”
“Technically, I became a Mare first, so no.”
Meanwhile, the Mares were mating with desperate intensity. Even the masked men, who seemed to have decent stamina, were barely keeping up with the Mares’ ferocity. If this continued, someone was going to get injured.
Just as I was worrying about that, my trainer spoke up beside me.
“My Mare being connected to the upper management is turning out to be quite convenient.”
“What do you mean?”
“There are factions among the trainers too. Roughly speaking, the hardliners and the moderates. We moderates—including me—believe in treating the Mares with care. The hardliners think the opposite. They believe harsher training produces better results.”
“Ah… so my suggestion is giving the moderates more influence.”
“The hardliners, who wanted to ban mating and push the Mares to their limits, were the majority. That’s why things stayed the way they were. But now a relatively small moderate opinion got approved right away. Thanks to you.”
I hadn’t even imagined such factions existed among the trainers. Glancing around, I could now sense the subtle divide in where everyone stood. Especially the hardliners on the opposite side were glaring this way while whispering among themselves. How had I never noticed this before?
“I had no idea any of this was going on.”
“You only ever seemed interested in the other Mares, so maybe you just didn’t notice. The others probably don’t either. Most of them only care about running and their sexual urges.”
“That’s true.”
Even though each Mare had her own assigned trainer, they all mingled freely without distinction. They really had no interest in such matters and were remarkably simple-minded. Though they had once been human, their thinking seemed to grow increasingly simplistic over time.
“The Mares are pure to the point of simplicity. It’s good that they follow orders without question, but… that’s exactly why you’re special. Even as a Mare, you consider the others’ circumstances and come up with ways to improve things.”
“Because I want them to be happy.”
Even if they had been turned from humans into livestock, I still wished to protect the happiness of these Mares who felt pure joy.
While we talked, the frenzied orgy that had been raging finally began to wind down.
“Ah, it looks like it’s ending.”
As expected, the men gave out before the Mares. The exhausted men collapsed, and the Mares who tried to climb on top of them were one by one dragged away to the washing area by androids. Watching the scene, my trainer muttered,
“The men really can’t keep up until the Mares’ lust is fully satisfied. And these were supposed to be carefully selected members.”
“This was their first mating, right?”
“Yeah. We’ll have to try a few more times.”
Once all the Mares had disappeared into the washing area, the men who had been resting began to gather and head outside. As I watched them leave, several men glanced my way and approached.
“Hey, Niel.”
“How was it? Satisfied?”
“Hahaha, satisfied doesn’t even begin to cover it. I nearly ascended to heaven. The Mares’ energy was beyond anything I imagined.”
“Next time I’ll have to prepare more thoroughly.”
“Thanks for creating such a great opportunity.”
So they were customers after all. From their excited chatter, their satisfaction seemed extremely high. Among the various middle-aged men laughing and talking, one in particular kept staring at my body.
“You’re Elia, right?”
“Yes, that’s me.”
“I knew it! The only Mare who’s won twice and has a body like that is Elia! Thanks to you, I made a fortune.”
The man grabbed my hand and shook it vigorously while laughing. He had bet everything on my first win and then doubled down on my second victory, earning an enormous payout. Betting on an unknown Mare to win twice in a row—was that really wise? Well, it worked out, so maybe he had good instincts.
“Your looks are just as incredible as your body. I’ll be betting on you again next race. Take care of me.”
“Well, I don’t plan on losing.”
“Haha! That’s reassuring. See you after the race.”
“Yes.”
After the race? Ah, right. Once the race ends, they’ll arrange mating. So I’ll have to participate too. I might need to think about that.
Once the excited men had all left, my trainer asked,
“So, what do you think?”
“About what?”
“Do you think the Mares will be satisfied?”
“Hmm…”
The other Mares seemed too consumed by lust to care about their surroundings, but personally, I thought doing it in individual stalls would be better.
“Since this was their first mating, they were probably too overwhelmed to notice anything. But from now on, I think it would be better to use private spaces like the stalls. There’s a risk of injury to both the Mares and the customers. The stalls with soft bedding would be safer. And even though they’re livestock, they still have their own egos and preferences, so it would be good to accommodate each Mare’s tastes as much as possible.”
“Hmm, hmm. I thought so too. The hardliners insisted that such consideration wasn’t necessary for horses. They said it would be more efficient to handle everything in the waiting room at once, wash them, and then put them back in the stalls. And they’re not entirely wrong—mating in the stalls means we’d have to clean the stalls afterward too.”
“We can minimize the maintenance costs by adjusting the schedule. Besides, the androids will be doing all the work anyway, so there’s no need to worry about labor.”
My trainer nodded and began typing notes into the computer on her wrist.
“Also, shouldn’t we prepare at least two customers per Mare?”
“I’m against that. Scarcity is what drives up the value. The men who came today are the highest-paying VIP sponsors.”
“Ah, so it’s a premium service. Besides, if the Mares regularly relieve their urges, one customer should eventually be enough.”
“Especially since the cost to mate with a champion Mare is enormous, you know?”
She confidently held out her wrist computer. The hologram displayed the number 8.4 million.
“Good heavens, 8.4 million?”
“Today’s champion Mare was Peri.”
“Peri?”
Peri was a Mare who had arrived slightly before me. She had quite a following. Perhaps because she came from a famous actress background, she possessed an exceptionally delicate and elegant beauty, and carried herself with natural grace. However, she was much shorter than the other Mares and lacked natural muscle strength, so her racing results were relatively poor.
“Even with her physical disadvantages, she overcame them and won. That’s impressive.”
“She was lucky, but her short stride was compensated for through intense training. Since it was her first win and her first mating, the premium drove the auction into a frenzy, which is how the price reached that level.”
“Still, 8.4 million just to mate with a Mare once… How much money do these people have?”
“Hm? He’s Peri’s father. A major figure in the entertainment industry.”
“Wait, her father? Incest?”
“Well, she’s his adopted daughter, but legally they’re still parent and child.”
Ugh. I’d known this for a while, but the relatives of the people sold as Mares were all perverts. Especially cases where fathers sent their daughters here were more common than I’d expected.
“Seventy percent of the racetrack’s profits go to the upper management, and thirty percent comes back as operating funds. Combined, it’s an enormous amount of revenue. If we hold these events regularly, the price per session will drop, but the fact that we’ll have steady income is encouraging.”
From her explanation, I could roughly understand how the racetrack operated. The research lab that owned the racetrack made the final decisions on important matters, while the actual management was handled by the trainers. Faust and the researchers probably made the decisions, but since they lacked knowledge about the racetrack, they often followed the trainers’ opinions. That explained why the trainers argued among themselves so frequently. Well, as long as the money kept flowing in, the lab had no reason to interfere unless something major went wrong. That made sense too.
My trainer turned off her device and looked around the now-empty room.
“What are you going to do now?”
“I only meant to stop by briefly. I should head back.”
“I need to go to the stalls too. See you next time.”
She disappeared down the corridor, leaving me alone in the waiting room. The heat and essence that had filled the space gradually faded during our conversation, leaving a cool stillness behind.
From that day on, I wandered the entertainment district, spreading the children. The children who had turned a pretty pink after feeding on my essence easily bonded with the Angels, and the number of symbiotic Angels continued to grow. Just like with Stella, the Angels who accepted Abaddon without difficulty gave birth to new Abaddon children and spread them to their fellow Angels.
The chat logs on the community site exclusive to the symbiotic Angels were unusually lively—uncharacteristic for Angels.
Once they regained their emotions, their reactions were completely different.
It was still before 6 o’clock, and the chat room was filled with countless Angels talking over each other. I was reading without finding a chance to join when I heard a voice calling me.
“Madam, are you tired?”
“Ah, I’m fine. What is it?”
“I’ve brought the results of this Queen meeting.”
She placed the documents on my desk. At the very top was written “4th Queen Meeting.”
Already the fourth meeting. The content had gradually decreased and wasn’t very long. In the beginning there had been many rules to establish and adjustments to make, but once things stabilized, the meetings had turned into little more than social gatherings.
One of the Queens has become pregnant.
When one Queen sharing the same Master becomes pregnant, the other Queens will use contraception until the birth.
The Masters have agreed to exempt pregnant Queens from their duty of relieving sexual urges out of consideration for their health.
While reading the otherwise unremarkable documents, one item caught my eye.
“One of the Queens has become pregnant.”
“Yes. Since they don’t use contraception and receive a full load every day, it’s actually surprising it took this long.”
“So if one Queen serving the same Master gets pregnant, the others use contraception until she gives birth?”
“If multiple Queens became pregnant at the same time, it would interfere with relieving the Master’s urges, so we decided on this.”
Indeed, enduring the Blackmen’s rough desires while pregnant carried a high risk of miscarriage.
“The Masters have also agreed to exempt pregnant Queens from their sexual relief duties out of consideration.”
“They even obtained permission in advance. Well done.”
After instructing her to take good care of the pregnant Queen’s health, I checked the rest of the documents, but there were no other major issues.
After finishing the last of my work, I returned to my room and began preparing dinner while logging back into the community site. The chat window was still open, and the Angels’ conversations continued to scroll by.
They were seriously discussing a rescue operation for the imprisoned sex-slave Angel. Considering how little interest Angels originally had in one another, this was an enormous change.
That said, the owners of the brothels using Angels as sex slaves were all foreign, which limited our options for extracting her cleanly.
I needed to ask my Master to help rescue the sex-slave Angel first. It wasn’t illegal for someone who wasn’t an Angel to pay the employment fee and scout an Angel. There would be a penalty fee, but if we wanted to extract her without causing a scene, it couldn’t be helped.
While chatting with the Angels, I prepared dinner according to the schedule, but Master still hadn’t arrived. Lately he had been frequently clashing with various underground factions in Eden and often came home late. According to him, there were quite a lot of criminal organizations in Eden. They had grown alongside the rapid increase in foreigners. They were careful not to get caught by Eden’s police, so there were no open conflicts, but the behind-the-scenes power struggles were intense. As a result, the checks against Master’s newly formed organization were severe, and they were constantly fighting.
Still, he had achieved results—securing business rights for several brothels and successfully operating them with the symbiotic Angels.
Worrying that the food might get cold, I received a call from Master.
“I won’t be coming home today.”
“You must be very busy.”
“There are some people who need to be taught a lesson.”
“Please be careful.”
“Yeah.”
Hmm. So he really wasn’t coming. If Master couldn’t make it, that meant the other Blackmen wouldn’t be coming either. Since I’d already made the food, I might as well eat with the other Queens.
Even though I had only gone down one floor from the 7th floor—which was practically Master’s private floor—the atmosphere of the residence changed completely. Compared to the always-quiet 7th floor, which contained only the office and Master’s living space, the 6th floor where numerous Queens lived was filled with the lively noise of daily life.