The Giant of Yura
The Giant of Yura. Limia Rel Ofrel, the pride of the Yura Kingdom. She was born the illegitimate daughter of the ancient and illustrious Ofrel family. Count Gimor, head of the Ofrel house and owner of the vast mines in the Ur Mountains, had taken a whore from a brothel. When the woman brought him the child she claimed was his, he accepted the girl out of nothing more than idle curiosity. What caught his attention was her height. At only seven years old, she already stood taller than one hundred and fifty centimeters. A child that large? After confirming with an expensive bloodline-verification spell that she truly carried his blood, the count found himself unable to suppress his fascination with how such a towering daughter had come from him.
Count Gimor, intrigued by the sheer size of the child born of his own blood, boldly welcomed her into the family despite being a lifelong bachelor. As a non-marrying man, he naturally named her his successor and gave her the name Limia. Thus Limia Ofrel left the brothel behind and began her new life in the count's castle. There she studied every weapon, martial art, and magic available, growing into a formidable warrior and mage whose skill matched her extraordinary height. Her achievements were remarkable; before long she surpassed every instructor and became unmatched within the castle walls.
Then, on the day she turned seventeen, an incident occurred. Trouble arose in the Ur Mountains mines, the count's primary source of wealth. A giant who had illegally occupied the range declared that unless five thousand sheep and cattle were offered each year, he would refuse passage through the mountains. The count sent knights, soldiers, and mages, all to no avail. That was when Limia went. She faced the giant alone, overpowered it with raw strength, folded its body, and snapped its neck, killing it outright.
Delighted by her feat, Count Gimor immediately recommended her to the king and secured her a position as a royal knight. It was his way of ensuring that the future head of the Ofrel family would build useful connections at court. At the unusually young age of eighteen, she became a royal knight—specifically, a member of the king's personal guard. Then, when she turned nineteen, war broke out with the Empire over a newly discovered mine in Remor. Her post was changed to commander of the Remor defense forces, and she won several victories in the infamous Battle of Remor. Ultimately, however, defeats on other fronts at the hands of the Empire's General Gilbert forced the Yura Kingdom to abandon Remor. She tasted the bitterness of defeat without ever losing a battle herself.
Upon returning to the palace, she was promptly promoted to captain of the king's personal guard. At twenty-one, she had become the undisputed strongest mage and warrior in the Yura Kingdom. Yet...
"Ahn!"
Here we go again.
She sighed at the clear, unrestrained moans echoing from beyond the door. King Olendo of the Yura Kingdom was a man of insatiable lust. Even with a perfectly respectable queen, it was routine for him to drag maids into his bed. Rumors claimed he had even impregnated a nun from the monastery, and Limia had her suspicions. It was probably true.
Disgusting...
Standing guard outside the door, Limia wore an openly displeased expression. She loathed men like him. She disliked her own position, forced to protect such a depraved ruler. On days like this he deliberately stationed her here, as if to flaunt his behavior.
Think about something else.
To drown out the sounds, Limia forced her thoughts elsewhere.
Gilbert... I wonder how strong that man really is.
She tried to imagine the man indirectly responsible for her defeat. Was he strong? How strong? Stronger than the Guardian of Rucella? The brief encounter she had once had with that so-called guardian had been against a monstrous opponent. She was confident she could beat him now, but back then she had been utterly crushed. If Gilbert was powerful, what kind of magic did he use? There were rumors he was a multi-Unique Magic user—were they true?
She clung to these questions, trying to ignore the ceaseless moans from the room. Every time she attempted to shut them out, the sounds only grew louder, making the effort nearly impossible.
—Thwack. Thwack.
A man was roughly thrusting his hips while pinning a maid with an enormous, jiggling chest beneath him. His movements were violent and utterly inconsiderate. King Olendo calmly appraised the face of the woman trapped under him. She was rather cute, but not particularly striking. The freckles around her eyes were honestly a little off-putting. He could easily find ten more beautiful women in the palace alone, yet occasionally he craved this sort of novelty. More than anything, this woman had...
Squelch.
"Your Majesty..."
...a large chest. When he squeezed those massive breasts hard enough to hurt, the maid looked up at him with teary eyes. That reaction was especially satisfying. Olendo, already in a foul mood, ravaged the sobbing maid without mercy.
Smack!
"Hic!"
When he slapped her large breasts hard enough to make a sound, they flushed red. He bit down on the reddened flesh. Each time she flinched and tightened around him, a surge of intense pleasure flooded his mind. He continued moving his hips, reshaping her narrow passage to fit him.
That damned Inquisitor.
Recent reports of an Inquisitor lingering near the palace had left Olendo deeply irritated. He had only bedded a single nun. The way her habit modestly covered her entire body had strangely aroused him, so he had visited her daily and given her his precious seed. At first she had wept and begged him to stop... but later she grew accustomed and began moving her own hips. That nun had been truly beautiful. Her face was lovely, and though her body carried a little extra flesh, it had only made her more enjoyable to ravish. He had savored her thoroughly—until her belly began to swell and the Church discovered she had lain with a man.
As the Church's investigation intensified, suspicion naturally fell on Olendo. Before the nun could break under their pressure and speak, he had her eliminated and made it look like suicide. That should have been the end of it. A nun who had smuggled a man into the monastery had taken her own life out of shame. That was how it should have concluded. Yet...
That damned bastard!
"Ahn!"
Still seething, Olendo roughly grabbed the maid's breasts and vented his anger. That infuriating Inquisitor! The memory of the man who had suddenly appeared and kept suspecting him made Olendo climax inside the maid without a word.
Gluck! Gluck!
"Hngh!"
Leaving the tearful maid sprawled on the bed, Olendo roughly dressed and stepped outside.
"Clean this up."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
After ordering the maids to wash and return the girl, Olendo smiled at Limia, who stood guard with her usual expressionless face.
Her face really is... quite something.
Her height was a bit excessive, but her features were undeniably the most beautiful in the entire palace, and her chest was as large as her stature. He deliberately kept her posted here on days like this because he wanted to see her look embarrassed, yet she never seemed the type to blush over something so trivial. That was disappointing, but if she was experienced, that had its own appeal.
"Are you perhaps in need of a man?"
Olendo asked the question, and Limia responded only by furrowing her brow slightly. The moment his hand casually reached for her large, shapely rear—
Whoosh.
"I'm fine, thank you."
Limia smoothly brushed his hand aside and declined. Olendo withdrew his hand with a hint of regret. Knowing her strength, he had no intention of forcing her. Besides, he harbored the delusion that, given enough time, her body would eventually grow restless and she would come to him of her own accord.
She's holding out longer than I expected.
Olendo smiled, already anticipating that future. The mere thought of the proud woman drowning in pleasure and begging him was enough to make him hard again.
As she followed behind the smiling king, Limia felt suffocated. No matter how high the position, serving under this man simply did not suit her temperament.
Should I quit?
She had stayed out of respect for her father's wishes, but she was growing increasingly unwilling to remain. Turning a blind eye to the king's affairs, ignoring his irritating advances—both were becoming unbearable. Limia found herself wishing for something, anything, that would bring change to this wretched daily life.