One Step Away from Being Sold to an Orc!
Sieg Barbary is a seventeen-year-old boy—the owner of the body I’ve transmigrated into.
He was the only son of a minor rural noble house and had been raised with every luxury.
In the original story, he would later aid the protagonist’s party with a miraculous healing ability.
A power that could heal anything as long as the person was still breathing.
No one else in the world possessed such magic.
The only downside was that he appeared very late in the tale.
If he had shown up sooner, my favorite character might not have met such a miserable end.
That was the faint regret I always felt whenever I thought of him.
Why did he appear so late? Was he unable to use the ability before then?
It was a mystery.
Had he only awakened his unique magic in the latter half of the story?
The moment I realized I had possessed Sieg, the first thing I did was test the power.
Luckily, a servant had just sliced their hand open while working and was bleeding everywhere, making the perfect test subject.
I pictured the wound closing and chanted.
“Heal—”
“...Healing magic?! Such a precious spell… Th-thank you.”
The moment I cast the unique magic, the gash returned to smooth, unblemished skin as if it had never existed.
The performance far exceeded my expectations.
Whoa… Magic!!
I could hardly believe I had done it with my own hands.
My mind had known it was possible, but seeing it in reality made my heart pound.
My lifelong yearning for magic.
It was a personal dream, and I was overjoyed that it had come true—even in this form.
At any rate, it seemed the unique magic could have been used since childhood.
There had to be another reason for the delayed appearance.
And I would discover the cause in the not-too-distant future.
That evening, when the whole family gathered for dinner, my mother dropped a bombshell.
“You will marry, Sieg.”
A sudden declaration.
Her expression made it clear her mind was already made up.
“The other party is Baron Brook, who governs this region. He has chosen you as his third concubine. You may only be a concubine, but a noble house with territory means you will live in great comfort.”
“What?”
“There’s nothing to worry about. They said you only need to bring your body, understand? Once you become the baron’s concubine, you’ll be able to eat all the delicious sweets you love, Sieg. No more hard labor… And…”
When I stared at her in blank shock, she continued her gentle persuasion.
She seemed to think I had frozen from nerves.
“After all, isn’t the best life for a man to find a wealthy wife and live quietly by her side?”
She was right.
This was a gender-reversed world where common sense differed completely from my previous life.
Women here were born with overwhelming talent in strength, magic—every field.
So it was only natural that power revolved around them.
Men were nothing more than tools for planting seeds.
Nothing more, nothing less.
The Barbary family was a noble house in name only—a hollow shell without land or real authority.
A pitiful lineage.
This decision, she claimed, had been made after careful consideration for the future of their only son.
With that explanation, she produced a photograph and handed it to me.
“Take a look. His sturdy frame is quite reassuring, isn’t it?”
Sturdy? The woman in the photo was obese.
She was enormous in every sense of the word.
Face, arms, legs—every part of her was gigantic.
Her expression in particular was viciously stern.
I hadn’t met her yet, but I was certain that if orcs existed, this was exactly what they would look like.
She wants me to marry this auntie?
I couldn’t do it.
This was the fantasy world where I could finally use the magic I had always dreamed of.
There were still so many things I wanted to see and do.
“Of course you’ll listen to Mommy, won’t you, Sieg? Let’s do as Mommy says, like always?”
Her resolute gaze brooked no argument.
That was when it hit me.
It was such a minor detail that I hadn’t recalled it immediately, but now I remembered the absurd setting attached to Sieg.
When he first appeared in the story, Sieg was a widower.
A divorced man who had lost his wife.
Fuck.
***
That night, I made up my mind.
“I’m running away.”
I would escape this house.
Perhaps because I had inherited every last one of Sieg’s memories upon possessing him, the moment I resolved to leave my parents, a wave of rejection surged through me.
It felt like I was committing a sin I should never commit.
Still… that orc woman…
But I also felt a clear threat to my chastity.
No matter how much I wanted to honor my duty to my parents, my own life came first.
Especially after my mother’s additional blunt remarks erased any remaining hesitation.
“If you’re worried about the marital side of things, there’s no need. You simply lie still and the baron will handle everything. I hear Baron Brook is quite virile, hohoho.”
The original Sieg had obeyed his mother without question.
Like a puppet with no will of its own.
She had probably spoken so openly because of that.
After hearing such things, I could no longer remain passive.
I spent the entire night pondering how to escape.
The next day, I carefully observed the atmosphere in the house.
It was bustling.
News had arrived that Baron Brook would soon visit to meet me.
I have to get out before he arrives.
I knew that, but it didn’t look easy.
Too many eyes were watching me.
Servants moved busily up and down the corridors in perfect coordination.
On top of that, I was surrounded by servants under the pretext of preparing to welcome the baron.
It was makeup.
Since I was meeting my prospective bride, they wanted me to look as presentable as possible.
“Your makeup is exquisite. As expected from such a lovely base… Hehehe. How about these garments? The baron will surely adore them. I hear he favors this style… Oh, it suits you perfectly. You’ll be showered with affection.”
They dressed me in scraps of cloth that exposed my shoulders and left my back bare.
“What about this underwear? It’s quite popular among men lately… They say it’s excellent for marital relations. We specially obtained it for you.”
They recommended bizarre undergarments that emphasized the groin.
“Women become excited by a man’s sobbing and moaning, I’m told. Practicing it would surely benefit your future, young master. Hehehe.”
I even endured incomprehensible sexual harassment.
Since my mother had ordered me to wait quietly in my room, eyes monitored me from every direction.
“Young Master, the head of the house commanded you not to leave your room.”
Whenever I tried to slip away, everyone stopped me.
Is there really no way out?
“Haa…”
I let out a sigh heavy enough to bring down the sky.
At that, the only servant remaining in the room approached me cautiously.
She was one of Sieg’s exclusive maids, a girl who appeared to be about eighteen.
She normally handled household chores but was also skilled in combat and doubled as a guard knight.
If my memory served, she was the same servant I had used to test the healing magic on earlier.
Perhaps because I was scheduled to meet a giant toad—or an orc-like monster—looking at her face and figure felt like a cleansing for both my eyes and my heart.
Her eyes had a sharp shape, yet they were so large they looked adorable.
The maid asked with a deeply worried expression.
“Young Master, is something wrong? You look terribly gloomy.”
“It’s nothing.”
I kept my answer short.
I couldn’t exactly confess that I wanted to escape this place immediately.
Although she was my personal maid, she was still someone my mother had hired.
I couldn’t trust her.
In truth, there were no allies for me inside this house.
The original Sieg had been so quiet that he possessed no personal connections.
“...”
“Young Master! Whatever it is, if you need anything, I will help with everything I have. Please trust me just once!”
When I remained silent, the maid thumped her own chest with a loud smack to emphasize her sincerity.
Her appeal was so forceful that her enormous breasts jiggled noticeably.
At that size, the persuasion carried an almost convincing weight.
“...Even if I said I wanted to run away from here?”
“O-of course!”
To the half-joking remark I tossed out lightly, the maid answered with solemn determination.
Maybe a path was finally opening.
*
Emilia, Sieg Barbary’s exclusive maid, had stayed by his side for a long time—at least three years.
“Haaaam…”
It was boring.
Her workplace was a rural backwater.
The Barbary Barony was a powerless noble house that existed in name only.
They had little wealth, so the pay was meager.
She wanted to leave as soon as possible.
Still, she endured because she knew that the experience of serving in a noble household would help her future career.
The master she served was an idiot.
Timid to the extreme, he stayed shut inside the house and apologized first regardless of who was at fault.
He was practically mute.
And a total pushover.
She knew that even among boys his own age he was treated like a pathetic loser.
The one saving grace was that his face was rather handsome.
At least in this territory, she had never seen anyone with such good looks.
Perhaps that was why.
Rumors said he would soon be sold off to Baron Brook, and she thought that was for the best.
For an idiot like him, even becoming a breeding stallion would be a decent life.
Even if it meant becoming the third concubine.
Sigh. My rotten luck.
In her own opinion, Emilia was destined to one day reach the pinnacle of the sword and become a Sword Master.
She pitied her current situation of wasting time at the side of someone like Sieg.
That is, until she witnessed Sieg’s astonishing power.
“Ouch.”
While cleaning, she had carelessly cut her finger.
Because it was a deep gash, blood streamed down, but it was nothing serious for a woman.
She could endure this much with sheer willpower.
But at that moment, Sieg approached.
Unlike his usual worried expression, his face was filled with pure curiosity.
He grabbed her blood-soaked hand and muttered.
“Heal—”
Healing magic…?!
Emilia doubted her own eyes.
Had she really just seen what she thought she saw?
That priceless healing magic?
She knew healing magic was so rare that the nation itself managed its use.
So why was the young master casting it so casually?
“Mmh…”
Emilia unconsciously let out a soft moan.
The strange sensation coming from Sieg felt so good that her strength melted away.
I want to feel more…!!
But the moment was fleeting.
The wound on her finger healed in the blink of an eye.
Confirming that her finger was completely fine, Emilia spoke in a trembling voice.
“...Healing magic?! Such a precious thing… Th-thank you.”
She was so shocked she had even stuttered.
Emilia worried that Sieg might now think she was a stuttering idiot.
Normally she wouldn’t have spared a second glance at such foolishness, so why was she acting like this?
She felt confused by her own reaction.
That worry lasted only a moment.
Sieg simply nodded indifferently and left.
That was the beginning.
From then on, Sieg strangely began to occupy her thoughts.
While eating, bathing, and falling asleep, Sieg kept circling inside her head.
Why does he keep bothering me?
No matter what she thought about, it somehow connected back to him.
Had she been hypnotized?
His evaluation had changed in an instant.
It felt as if she had become enchanted by him.
While part of her found her own behavior strange, she eventually decided it was only natural.
Emilia was Sieg Barbary’s maid.
Serving him was the most natural thing in the world.
The frightening part was that all of this was happening without Emilia herself even realizing it.
Time passed, and the next day arrived.
Sieg was scheduled to meet Baron Brook.
“Haa…”
Sieg’s sigh echoed through the chilly room as he waited for the baron.
When she heard it, Emilia felt her heart sink with a heavy thud.
Her chest tightened painfully.
She didn’t want to see Sieg looking so sad.
That single thought filled her mind.
So she stepped forward.
And made her appeal.
“Young Master! Whatever it is, if you need anything, I will help with everything I have. Please trust me just once!”
She offered herself to be used like a tool.
“...Even if I said I wanted to run away from here?”
“O-of course!”
Perhaps her appeal had worked. Unlike before, Sieg’s face was now bright with life as he asked the question.
And the moment she saw him smile with satisfaction at her answer—
Hng.
A tingling heat spread through her lower belly.
It was a pleasure so intense it felt addictive.