Aisha's Breaking Point and the Silent Orc
Up until now, Minwoo had only teased her by fondling the surrounding areas, building her anticipation over and over. But when his hand finally gripped her breast firmly, a piercing moan erupted from Aisha's lips.
"Haaah...!"
'Oh... surprisingly bouncy. Is it because she's a beastkin? Feels totally different from the other girls.'
Minwoo kneaded Aisha's breast in smooth circles. He hadn't even touched her nipple yet, but she was already writhing like a dam had burst, drowning in lust. It was astonishing—no brainwashing or suggestions used, and she was reacting this intensely. Maybe she was just born with an exquisitely sensitive body.
"Haaang...! Hngaaaah...!"
'Man, this... I got so into the massage play that I forgot the whole point.'
He'd meant to test his newfound incubus stamina, but somehow he'd ended up filming a massage video. Aisha's reactions were just too entertaining; he'd lost himself in it without realizing.
'Time to stop teasing.'
With that thought, Minwoo decided to prepare her for what came next by planting a simple suggestion.
"Aisha. Look at this for a sec."
"Hngh...! W-what... Minwoo?"
Her body was flushed with heat from estrus, the overstimulation bringing tears to her eyes. She peered hazily at Minwoo's hand.
Minwoo snapped his fingers lightly.
"Ah..."
"Now... listen carefully to what I say from here on."
Thanks to prior brainwashing, Aisha was programmed to accept Minwoo's words unconditionally after that snap. It was a backup measure for if he ever lost the glow stick—enough control over those he'd already hypnotized, no tool required.
"From this moment on, no matter what happens to you, it's all just a dream. Everything is because you held back your estrus too long... and now your delusions are manifesting as dreams. Got it?"
"Everything's... a dream..."
Minwoo smirked softly as Aisha nodded blankly with glazed eyes. He snapped again to release the hypnosis, finally ready for the stamina test he'd been waiting for. His cock was already throbbing massively between her ass cheeks.
...
"Welcome! How many in your party?"
As Randel stepped into the inn, a spirited girl's voice greeted him. She still had a youthful innocence, but she was the kind who'd blossom into a charming young woman soon enough.
The knight, Randel, pointed to his companions following behind.
"Five. Or rather, four people and one... beast."
"One beast?"
Annie, the girl working at Roswell Village's modest inn, tilted her head at his words. But she soon understood.
Two more knights in similar attire entered after Randel, followed by a female mage in a loose robe. And last...
"Eek!? M-monster...?"
The grotesque creature she'd never seen before lumbered in, startling Annie into hiding behind Randel.
Randel gently patted her head.
"No need to be scared, little miss. That's an orc slave. Harmless, so don't worry."
"An... orc?"
"Yeah. First time seeing one?"
"Y-yes..."
Annie had indeed never laid eyes on an orc slave. Roswell had no merchants or nobles wealthy enough to own slaves.
She cautiously examined the newcomer. Green skin like crushed weeds. Taller than any grown man by a head, with hulking shoulders that screamed intimidation. Its forearms, laden with heavy luggage, looked thicker than her waist. Who can control a beast like that? What kind of guests are these?
Curiosity flickered, but she didn't dare ask.
"..."
"Um, over there..."
The orc stared silently at Annie. The gaze reminded her of a recent adventurer's harassment, sending shivers down her spine again.
Randel chuckled softly.
"Little miss, show that orc slave to our rooms. He's asking where to drop the luggage."
"Ah... S-sorry. This way..."
Embarrassed by her misunderstanding, Annie hurried upstairs. The orc followed impassively.
Once they were gone, Randel's group settled at a table for dinner. The robed mage spoke first.
"Can't we just leave that thing here? Traveling with it is such a pain... filthy, stinky..."
She shrugged off her robe. Late twenties, maybe? Heavy makeup, but well-maintained for her age. Underneath, a revealing outfit hugged her curves—always shed the robe indoors to flaunt her figure subtly.
Randel replied,
"Don't say that, Piria. Thanks to that orc slave, we've traveled light and easy."
"Easy my ass..."
He tried soothing her sour mood, but she stayed grumpy. Truth was, Piria resented the mission itself. She'd rushed in on imperial orders, never expecting such a ragtag party with no real support to this backwater.
What was I thinking, coming to a dump like this? I'm losing it.
Not from a top noble house, but her magic talent had earned top marks from the Imperial Magic Academy. She'd climbed the elite path to a professorship at a young age. Looks, skills—she prided herself on having it all. Her one flaw? Sky-high arrogance. It had left her single, but she blamed the men around her, never herself.
"Anyway, Randel... what do you think of this mission? You believe the Demon King really revived?"
Relieved at no more walking today, her mood softened as she leaned back flirtatiously. The question meant little; she just wanted attention from the young, handsome knight she'd been paired with. She was all about faces.
"Piria. That's not talk for a place like this."
"Oops, my bad. Right... secret mission. Slipped my mind, hehe..."
"Not 'for now'—it's a secret mission."
"So prickly..."
Piria flashed a seductive smile at his textbook knight demeanor. Stuffy personality, but that pure type has its charm. And he's hot.
As she leaned in to continue—
"Excuse me, sirs. What'll it be for dinner?"
"Hm?"
Annie had returned from upstairs.
"Oh, right. Orders. Beer for me. Randel, want one?"
"On duty, Piria. No drinking."
"Ugh... nitpicker, and no one's watching..."
She grumbled but backed off—not wanting real animosity. Food was mediocre; to her refined palate, barely edible.
"Um... what about the orc gentleman's meal? And rooms...?"
Randel answered,
"Slaves eat our leftovers. One quadruple room, one single."
"So the orc shares the quadruple?"
Randel shook his head.
"No way. Stable's fine for a slave."
"The... stable? Is that okay?"
"Problem? He won't eat the horses, don't worry."
"N-no, not that..."
She wondered if even slaves deserved a proper bed, but it wasn't her place. "Understood," she said, retreating.
Upstairs, the orc waited by the door. Does it even understand speech? Annie asked cautiously,
"Um... the knight downstairs said stable for you... is that okay?"
"..."
The orc nodded stoically, as if routine.
Annie led him to the backyard stable—a empty shed with straw bedding, barely livable.
"Is... this place alright?"
"..."
Another nod. Understands but can't talk? Curiosity won.
"Um... can you... not speak? Oh, sorry! That was rude..."
"..."
The orc stared blankly, then finally spoke.
"I can."
"Ah..."
Before she could react to the gravelly voice, it continued.
"Ordered not to. Says I stink."