Chapter 85: The Flower of Fantasy is an Orc?

"I'll gratefully accept my brother's kind heart. From now on, this Mangod will never forget his loyalty to his brother!"

Cheers calling Mangod's name mixed with shouts calling my name. For some reason, the entire village was swept up in a festive mood. What the hell was going on...

That's when a grubby-looking goblin man approached us.

"Today is a joyous day, isn't it, Mangod-nim."

He naturally didn't spare me a single glance and addressed Mangod.

"So, what will you do with that female?"

"Buy her, of course. That's why I went to fetch the money, right?"

Mangod gave a nod, and the orc who'd followed him set down the sack he was carrying.

"900,000 chur. Check it."

"Understood."

The goblin man opened the sack. It was filled to the brim with gleaming coins.

"I've received my brother's intent well. Then, let's handle the big event next week. Hmm... what to do? Since I took the White Tiger Clan female, we'll have to substitute with another. Right, over there..."

After buying that beast-faced woman for a terrifying sum, Mangod looked apologetic as he raised his hand and pointed somewhere.

And there, I saw something far scarier than the tiger-faced woman.

"The valor and virility of the Long Nose Clan are in no way inferior to the White Tiger Clan. You'll surely sire some fine offspring."

Mangod spoke to me in a voice full of camaraderie.

Are you insane? Is this pig bastard trying to kill me?

Where Mangod pointed stood another female—if you could call it that.

She was quite a distance away from where we stood. In this plaza packed with orcs come to gawk at slaves, you shouldn't be able to spot someone at that range, but her? You'd see her from anywhere in the plaza if you lifted your head.

She was huge. Her height was probably taller than mine, or at least not shorter. Height wasn't the issue. I'd never fucked a woman taller than me, but if the chance came, I'd give it a shot.

The problem was her overwhelming appearance. A massive face, fan-like ears—those I could understand—but that long nose? How the hell... What was it? Some god in India had one like that... Ganesha? Something like that.

Fuck. Can you even call a giant body with an elephant head a woman? And hug that thing to sleep? Are you trying to assassinate me?

"Brother, I don't think I have the caliber to handle that splendid woman."

I barely kept my face from crumpling as I expressed my regrets to my fine brother.

"Well. I can't fathom what my brother is thinking."

Mangod shrugged.

"I'm plenty satisfied with this one right now."

I smacked the ass of the dark elf beauty still slung tightly over my shoulder. She thrashed in anger. Well, understandably so. Being treated like that in a crowded plaza full of people—anyone would be pissed unless they were a total perv.

"Then I'll be off. Have a good day, brother."

Fearful this damn bastard might buy me another horrific monster, I decided to hurry back to my house.

Expensive slave. Fine. But don't I have to do something with her once I take her home? My quest is probably to conquer different-race females, right? I really don't want to do bestiality, even if it kills me. Especially if that giant elephant lady gets pissed and stomps me...

Just imagining it was horrifying. If you like it so much, take her. Take both.

"Uh? Uh..."

Mangod looked at me awkwardly, eyes full of utter incomprehension.

Did I screw up again? But it wasn't just Mangod. The chattering orcs around us had all gone quiet. Looking around, they were all staring at me with similar looks.

Fuck it. Annoying. I didn't care about the customs of these walking beasts. I just wanted to get back quick, fuck this gorgeous dark elf beauty hard, and get out of this bizarre world.

Thinking about stripping her suddenly lifted my mood. Indeed, the flower of fantasy isn't orcs—it's elves! Especially dark elves. Ignoring their defiant glares full of rebellion and devouring them! That's the pinnacle of fantasy, I declare.

Honestly, being able to do whatever I want with this beauty made me have no regrets about entering this cinematic world.

"Wahaha!"

"Puhut!"

"Hahaha!"

As those thoughts crossed my mind, laughter suddenly erupted here and there.

What the? Looking around, every orc in the plaza was staring at me, laughing.

What now? Why again? This time it pissed me off. I already knew these village orcs thought I was a joke, but they weren't usually this blatant about mocking me.

But their eyes were all fixed on one spot. I followed their gazes.

Oh my god! Fuck!

Why? Was it bulging?

Every orc in the plaza was staring at my crotch.

Maybe because I'd been fantasizing about sticky time with the dark elf beauty, my... no, the orc's cock was fully erect.

But damn, it was big. A size impossible for a human, straining to burst out of my pants.

Orcs all seemed to pack hefty ones. Over the past few days, I'd seen plenty of other orcs erect multiple times. Being beastly, they got horny anytime, anywhere, and their pants would bulge like they might rip.

Still, no one batted an eye. Orcs apparently had few taboos around sex.

Well, guys willing to shell out a fortune for a tiger-headed monster—what taboos would they have?

And another thing I'd learned: my cock was exceptional even among orcs.

Even to me, this transcended the category of dick. Suddenly, I recalled Jiyeon in her cat girl cosplay. The size she'd indicated with her hands was exactly this.

But they get ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠erections all the time too—why laugh so hard at mine?

"Wahaha!"

"Kuha!"

Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!

The laughter didn't stop. Some were even applauding. A few flipped me the middle finger.

"Well then, brother. I'm off."

Feeling pissed at being mocked by these brainless, female-obsessed idiots, I bid Mangod farewell and turned away.

As I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠started walking, the surrounding orcs parted naturally, letting me through the crowd without issue. Being huge had its perks. Even the laughing ones turned their heads and made way when I approached.

I might not be confident in a fight, but did they know that? Or... maybe because I'm the chieftain's youngest son? Who knows.

The house I stayed in was a round tent made of hides at the village outskirts. A central pole ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠connected radially to surrounding supports, all wrapped in thick beast pelts. Simple, but living there, it was surprisingly comfortable. Spacious enough, with a sturdy wooden bed that could support this heavy body.

Back home, I set down the dark elf I'd been carrying over my shoulder. She rolled on the floor, still glaring at me. Seemed she harbored deep resentment.

I approached and removed the gag from her mouth.

"You filthy pig bastard!"

As expected, curses first.

"You want this body, right? Do whatever. But remember: the moment you let your guard down, I'll bite off your balls."

She gnashed her teeth, threatening me.

"Do you know how many balls I've bitten off? A number beyond what you pig bastards—who can't count past one or two—can imagine."

She seemed awfully proud... but it didn't faze me much.

I tried to strip off her clothes. The skirt came off easily... and underneath was a rough cloth loincloth. Not exactly lady-like. Well, different civilization level—nothing to do about it.

But how to remove this? With her legs bound, it was tricky. Untying them risked her bolting, turning it into a game of tag, so no.

The dilemma didn't last. Just cut it off. Anyway, after fucking her, I'd probably leave this world.

With that thought, I gripped the loincloth and pulled.

Snap!

Orc strength was no joke. I could probably lift a ton solo.

Undressing her top was trickier. She was violent. Not orc-level strong, but her eyes burned with murderous intent—she'd lunge to kill at any opening. Freeing her hands was risky. Even an orc's tough body couldn't handle ball-ripping.

Tricky. I wanted to use a Casting Card, but no dice.

That was the situation. This cinematic card world had too many restrictions.

Fuck it. Just rip them off.

So I started tearing her clothes one by one with my ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠hands. Whatever hide they were made of, they were tough. A bit more force.

Rip! Riiiip!

Once it started, they tore easily enough. Slave clothes, maybe? The top was just an outer layer—nothing underneath. In moments, I'd stripped the dark elf naked.

All the while, she'd spewed curses nonstop and twisted in resistance. But the strength gap was too vast. More than child versus adult. Even without much effort, pinning her down left her face red and straining futilely.

"You pig bastard with only your strength going for you! Begone!"

When curses and thrashing failed to faze me, she spat at me.

Whatever. I stepped back from the now-naked dark elf beauty on the floor and admired her.

Nice. Women are best naked, after all. Not a flaw anywhere. In reality, she'd be a stunning beauty worthy of the title.

If possible, I'd want to meet and date her in the real world. Especially those ample breasts and the healthy, taut dark brown skin.

But... fucking her like this was problematic. She hadn't bathed in days, filthy. Well, it'd taken days from the other orc village—odd if she were clean.

Couldn't do it like this. Yeah. Good things need washing first.

I picked up her body and carried her to the tub in one corner of the tent, dumping her in.

Splash!

The tub held plenty of water; it splashed everywhere as she went in. She flailed briefly, then steadied herself, pulling her upper body out to unleash more curses.

One thing had been bugging me. The dark elf's words differed sharply from the orcs' speech here.

And I understood her effortlessly.

"sušikti kiaulė. Aš tave nužudysiu."

Her language was something like that, and I understood it as 'filthy pig bastard. I'll kill you. Kill you!'

Actually, the orcs' speech wasn't Korean either. They called me "темир баш," which I heard as 'Iron Head.'

Whatever. Not shocking compared to being here in the first place. Minor detail.