Chapter 27
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 27
Chapter Title: Submissive Venomous Bitch
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Females... break so easily.
Orcs were a race born male from the start.
So to continue their line, they had to bring in females from other races—and for any monster, there was no better broodmare than a human woman.
Zeke knew that fact all too well.
The next in line for the Orcuk clan's leadership.
The purer the bloodline, the stronger the libido—and the stronger the libido, the more broodmares needed to spread those potent seeds. That was his fate.
Hence the coming-of-age rite.
In front of the watching village elders, he'd bent a freshly captured human woman over the ritual altar and slammed home the symbol of his manhood as an orc male.
And she burst.
To be precise, the moment he thrust his cock in, her womb tore open, and her steaming guts spilled out onto the floor with a wet splat.
Her scream came only once.
Then she went limp, vomiting blood and saliva, cooling to ice-cold before he could even pull out.
Zeke just stood there, dumbstruck.
His first time—and he'd killed her with a single thrust.
He'd heard normal orcs could keep a woman pinned for days, pounding away until her womb finally ruptured after they were done. But he'd popped her on the first go.
Before he'd even cum.
Back then, it was pure despair... and shock.
This time it burst right away, but next time, would it hold until he filled her with seed?
Or worse.
What if, mid-pregnancy, he fucked her to death womb, baby, and all?
Every time that fear hit him, his father would clutch his belly laughing.
"Hahaha! That's 'cause you haven't found your true mate yet!"
"...Mate?"
"Yeah, your mate! Not just any female—a lifelong partner by your side forever!"
Zeke didn't believe it.
How could he, when the body hanging off his arm had cooled so fast?
Even after that, during Villain Alliance raids hunting humans, the women who'd died on his cock piled up like mountains.
The toughest among human females were the so-called magical girls.
Maybe these could take it, he'd thought, testing them out—but they all ended the same.
They'd scream and endure at first, until their wombs ripped and their guts poured out alongside his cock, splattering the floor.
Or they'd slit their own throats right in front of him, preferring death to being raped by an orc.
So Zeke concluded.
He'd never again meet a female like his mother—one who'd sucked his cock countless times as "practice" back when his father taught him the ropes.
But then.
"What the hell is this green lump?!"
...She existed.
For real, she did.
A female who might actually be his mate.
Facing him—an Orcuk heir, far bigger than any average orc—not only unafraid.
Even defenseless without her magic, this bitch stood proud, glaring defiantly to the end.
Normal females—even magical girls—would quake at the sight of him, his cock twisting tight. But this fierce one made Zeke's surge on its own.
He wanted to grab her and teach her a lesson right then.
And that sunny golden hair, those sly eyes rolling for any escape—pure survival instinct.
Like she was born to be an orc-exclusive onahole.
In that moment, Zeke finally understood what his father meant by "not just a female, but a mate."
And during sex—not only did she not burst, his cock lost to pure instinct, dumping load after load until her belly bloated, and still her body held firm, unbroken even once.
The first—and only—female to take it all.
'Executive Kim Taegon... thank you!'
That night, Zeke chanted the name in his head dozens of times.
First, gratitude to his boss for introducing such a miraculous bitch.
And to his human mother, who every time he broke a woman during sex would say "Don't give up," butcher the corpse, and cook it into human flesh dishes for him.
Even he, heir to the Orcuk clan, had finally found his mate to swell his belly.
Zeke dreamed.
In a nest thick with mingled grunts, her golden locks tousled as she birthed his offspring.
Her belly heavy and round with his seed.
Lost in the fantasy that he could finally have children, he passed out in ecstasy that night—without even cumming.
The next morning.
Before realizing he still hadn't won her heart.
She was a fresh recruit filling a vacancy, but her opponent was a Prismatic Eight magical girl.
No one to underestimate just because she'd joined recently.
The Prismatic Eight name meant she was already leagues above ordinary magical girls.
A rookie, sure—but monstrous.
Even against that, Zeke charged in knowing full well.
No chance of survival, obvious as day—yet he threw thought aside, body moving first.
Not his brain, but beastly instinct.
In that instant, his world held no tactics or defense.
Only the obsession: Protect my female.
Of course, orc skin had magic resistance.
But resistance had limits. Recklessness had a line.
The result was brutal.
He tanked an AOE spell he could've dodged, shredding his prized muscles, bones, and guts to rags.
Yet Zeke fought on.
Like a beast, swept by emotion, burning his life for it.
He'd shredded his own odds of survival—but at least he'd protected his female. No matter what she thought, Zeke figured he could die smiling, satisfied.
He closed his eyes.
"Ugh... uuurgh...?"
When he came to.
Zeke panicked.
He'd expected the warriors' afterlife orcs went to upon death—a blood-soaked plain filled with flaming spears.
But what he saw was... that too-familiar ceiling.
The one from just days ago, where he'd hugged his one-and-only mate, thrusting his cock in dozens of times, cum leaking everywhere—in that solitary cell.
Even the cum stains dried like blotches on the ceiling, unchanged.
And turning beside him.
"Ah, y-you... awake...?"
"...Yellow Bella?"
"Tch. Yellow my ass. It's obviously me... Just call me Bella now, whatever."
There she was.
Bella, wringing out blood-soaked rags in water, fingers stained with thick gore as she scrubbed.
Only then did Zeke realize.
He lay on the bed where Bella had once rested, wrapped head to toe in bandages, under her care.
The body he'd thought dead was beating again, thanks to her hands.
"You... saved me?"
"Can't you tell?"
"......Why?"
Zeke stared at Bella in silence.
Something warm bloomed hot in his chest.
This female—dragging his ragdoll body back into the heart of Villain Alliance territory where she should've fled, wiping blood and tending him.
Seeing her wrap his wounds made his heart ache sweetly inside.
He was grateful.
But more than that, confused.
He couldn't understand it.
Bella had said it herself.
The moment he stepped aside, she'd bolt and return to being a magical girl.
That was her dreamed freedom.
So Zeke had let her go.
Even if she was top-tier breeding stock, his beloved mate—he didn't want to rape her into a wife by force.
Pie in the sky.
He'd planned to admire from afar, fearing he'd shatter her if he touched.
His first love, that female.
But.
Bella hadn't kicked him away and fled—she'd walked back into this hellish cell on her own.
To Zeke's question, Bella smirked and tossed it back.
"Then why'd you let me go?"
"Uh, huh?"
"And... you let me go, but then why tail me? ...Creep."
Zeke was speechless.
Right on the nose.
Why had he?
So unlike him.
Like other orcs, he could've just pinned her down, pounding relentlessly until she tired of crying and screaming, spreading for him on her own.
She'd have fallen eventually.
But he knew.
That wasn't "family."
Not like his father and mother—not mere cocksucking, but laughing, joking, teasing, embracing.
That was a mate.
That was why.
He didn't want to ruin the female who'd made him fall in love, turning her into a cum-dump broodmare.
Better to watch from afar, hoping she'd find her own happiness.
That was Zeke's answer.
If he couldn't make her happy, at least give her the chance to find it.
Simply because she was that lovable.
"I let you go... like I said before, so you could be happy."
"Then why sneak after me?"
"That was... just in case you got lost on the way..."
"Liar. You just couldn't bear to let me go completely, so you stalked me to see where I lived, right?"
Gulp.
It had been laced with selfish desire...
She'd nailed it.
Prismatic Eight instincts?
Zeke sweated bullets, speechless.
But.
"...Thanks."
"Wha—huh?"
"Th... thanks to you, I survived like this. Th-thank you... Zeke."
His heart throbbed again.
The first time she'd ever called his name.
Bella whipped her head away, her ears burning red.
No way... he'd thought she'd hate him forever, yet here was her thanks.
His heart pounded wild.
And maybe from the thrill.
Throb.
"...Ah."
"Eek?!"
Even under the blanket, the thick outline tented the fabric high.
Zeke was shocked at himself.
Perfect mood—ruined by his dick.
Bella's face, meanwhile, flushed hotter than ever.
And orcs, as a race, once erect, wouldn't go down until they unloaded.
"B-bathroom! Be right back!"
"...Huh?"
Zeke scrambled to rise, desperate to cum and calm it forcibly—but.
Grab.
"Hey... what the hell are you doing?"
"Hm?"
Bella shoved his chest down, pinning him back to the bed.
Breath caught.
Her heat poured over him from atop his chest.
She looked miffed—no, jealous, a touch angry.
"You're... rock hard right now, aren't you?"
"Y-yeah?"
"And I'm right here. ...Doesn't that make you think of anything?"
"...? Nope?"
Crack.
Zeke still clueless, tilting his head.
Bella shot him a glare screaming, 'Fuck jerking off alone when you've got a way better onahole right here?'
Wham—!
She stripped slowly in front of his throbbing cock, straddling him slick and naked.
White thighs parted, her dripping heat teasing just shy of his tip.
Amid his thunderous heartbeat, Bella gritted her teeth, face aflame.
"Are you... dissing my pussy right now?!"