Iris Wants to Be Punished (1)
Orcs love peace.
One must refrain as much as possible from committing violence in their presence.
If force must be used, it should only ever be to protect others.
The elf the orcs admired most was the one who called herself a hero, defeated the humans, and liberated the orcs who had been enslaved.
—From Elf's Guide to Orcs—
*
"Your Grace. It is time to wake up."
"Huh…!! Slurp!! What time is it?"
Iris Ancard, who had failed to wake even with sunlight streaming through the windows, only stirred when the head butler came to fetch her.
It was already well past nine o'clock.
Splurt—! Splurt—!
"Did I pass out?"
"…It appears so."
As she rose from the bed, thick strands of semen clung to her face and dripped down with wet, sticky sounds.
"Ahem…"
At the sight, the butler cleared his throat and decided to step away for a moment.
'Insane woman…'
As a human with a beloved wife and daughter, the thought of an elf so perverted she could happily drown in a pool of semen made his skin crawl.
Shudder—!!
Goosebumps erupted across his body.
In his foolish youth, he too had once dreamed of spending a night with beautiful elves.
He had even considered becoming a porn actor.
That was before he witnessed five black men in orc cosplay begging an elf for mercy, only to die of exhaustion one after another.
Ever since, the butler had feared elves.
Although he had inherited his father's trade and become the Ancard family butler…
To be honest, he had no desire to be alone in a room with the elven head of house.
Completely unaware that the butler had fled as if escaping a disaster, Iris was lost in shock.
'I… I passed out?'
What kind of race were elves?
A species of vicious females capable of fucking any number of males to death through sheer sexual exhaustion.
The same applied to orcs.
Humans and beastkin had such pathetic cocks compared to orcs that elves could toy with them freely and discard them.
But an orc's magnificent tool was far too precious to waste that way.
That was why elves had evolved to prefer orcs as lifelong partners…
Or so she had learned and believed.
'Who has ever truly tested the limits of an orc's stamina…?'
Since the days when orcs were human slaves long ago, they had refused sexual relations with anyone other than their chosen lovers.
Orcs were a race that could freely choose whether to get erect or impregnate their partner.
No one had ever confirmed the upper limits of an orc's endurance.
People simply assumed it was no different from other races.
That was why elves always believed they were the ones being gentle during sex with orcs.
But… what if it was the elves who had been receiving the gentle treatment all along?
Shudder…!!
The moment the thought crossed her mind, goosebumps spread across Iris's entire body.
Had the absolute certainty she felt yesterday while staring into his eyes—that she could never win—been no mere illusion?
"No way…"
It couldn't be.
Iris kept repeating the words to herself.
Come to think of it, how many times had he cum on the first day…?
She couldn't remember.
After counting to the fourth, the pleasure had been so overwhelming she stopped keeping track.
Yesterday, she had passed out completely around the fifth round.
"Huuuuh♡♡"
Just recalling it sent a thrill racing up her spine, forcing a moan from Iris's lips.
How exhilarating.
To be the one receiving an orc's full, unrestrained desire…
How utterly, fucking arousing…!!
"Ah… damn it."
As much as it turned her on, she also felt pathetic.
Five times was her limit even when he was giving it his all?
And that was with her throat and mouth pussy, not even her real one.
"No… I took two holes at once… so my pussy can endure more. Yeah… definitely."
Unable to accept her own inadequacy, Iris lied to herself and began cleaning her body.
"Preserve."
She immediately cast a preservation spell on the bedsheets and pillowcases stained yellow with dried semen, storing them in her personal subspace.
These items would make perfect family heirlooms with no issues whatsoever.
"Hoo. From today onward, I am a new me."
Dressed in the same outfit as yesterday, Iris vowed to show Rascal the perfectly refined, etiquette-trained version of herself that he had desired. With that determination, she stepped out of her room.
She had handled all urgent matters yesterday, so there was no need to leave the mansion today.
She planned to spend this time building a genuine connection with Rascal, getting to know each other little by little.
If they could move beyond a relationship forced by money and become truly loving partners, nothing could be better.
As she left her room, descended the stairs, and headed toward the hall, Iris couldn't hide her smile.
The sight of Rascal below made her grin involuntarily.
'I shouldn't be doing this…!'
The Elf's Guide to Orcs, written by an elf who had married three orcs, clearly stated:
'Never show excessive interest in an orc. Humans and beastkin will accept your attention and goodwill at face value, but an elf's interest and favor will inevitably reek of sexual desire. Exercise extreme caution. Do not fall for the orc—make the orc fall for you.'
Hehe…
But how could she possibly do that?
How could she possibly put on an annoyed expression toward the Master who had conquered her mouth pussy and throat pussy so thoroughly last night…!!
Iris simply couldn't.
What elf in the world could act coldly toward an orc who had so graciously used her mouth and throat?
Even the elf who wrote the book must have found it impossible.
*
After waking up, I was heading to the kitchen for a drink of water.
When I reached the hall, I felt a presence on the second floor and glanced upward.
There were Iris's two crimson eyes looking down at me.
Unlike the previous day, she wasn't glaring with a venomous expression. Instead, she wore a gentle smile that highlighted her stunning beauty.
'This feels unpleasant…'
But having her look down at me from above like that.
It put me in a very bad mood.
Last night.
She had been my personal onahole until the muscles in her mouth and throat completely gave out.
At that moment, I had been her Master without question.
Yet now the power dynamic had completely reversed, and it pissed me off.
Still, she was a noble who could kill me like a bug whenever she felt like it.
If I grabbed her by the hair right now and told her to lower her eyes, I would probably be burned to death on the spot.
'Black…'
So for now, I would endure while staring at the panties visible between her short skirt from below.
There would be plenty of time to punish her tonight.
'Should I threaten her?'
Damn this orc instinct!
It was practically screaming at me to pin her down right this instant.
I'd only caught a glimpse of her panties, yet my cock was already trying to get hard and urging me to use my final resort!!
The photos of Iris sleeping with my cock in her mouth and the numerous pictures covered in my cum.
Those were truly the last resort.
In case she ever discovered what I had done.
They were my final bargaining chip, the ultimate insurance.
"Good morning, everyone."
"?!"
While I was busy calming my angry erection, Iris's unbelievably cheerful voice reached my ears.
She greeted me as if she were completely refreshed.
That rude woman was the first to say good morning?
Had my unconscious etiquette training actually worked—!!
'The etiquette injector performed perfectly.'
I praised my cock, which kept trying to get hard at every opportunity, and felt satisfied with the results of my training.
"Good morning, Your Grace."
While I was basking in the success of my education.
The numerous maid sisters who had already started their shifts placed one hand over their chests and greeted Iris.
So you needed reflexes like that to work in a noble's mansion…
"Good morning, Your Grace."
I had some sense of tact, so I copied the maid sisters as best I could.
"Gulp."
What was that?
I thought I heard someone swallowing hard.
It couldn't have been because of me, right?
"Your Grace. Young Master Jenas Ancard has arrived."
While I was still flustered by the unfamiliar situation, an elderly middle-aged man in butler attire informed Iris that someone had come to see her.
"Show him in."
"Yes."
It didn't seem to be a secret meeting, because the mansion doors opened immediately and I could see who had arrived.
The appearance of a handsome, golden-haired young man left me stunned.
'Fuck… is that her fiancé?'
He looked exactly like a fiancé no matter how you sliced it.
Handsome in a way that perfectly complemented Iris.
And he was human, of all things…!!
My cock was definitely bigger…!!
Was being handsome everything?!
My inferiority complex felt like it was exploding.
No, this wasn't just my personal inferiority complex.
This was the rightful fury of every orc who had been rejected countless times and unable to plant his seed because of his appearance.
'How dare you trample on my pure heart…'
If you step on my pure heart like that, Iris, then I have no choice but to become the villain.
I didn't know what they would talk about alone in a room, but what else would a handsome man and beautiful woman discuss in private?
Whispering words of love and then having sex…
"Shit!!"
"Kyaa! W-what's the matter?!"
Perhaps because I was so angry, I accidentally let a curse slip from my mouth.
One of the nearby maid sisters immediately rushed over and asked if I was okay.
Even though we were just fellow employees in the same house, the rabbit-eared maid sister worrying about me helped ease my anger a little.
Those big, round eyes and those breasts that looked like they could feed children…
'This might actually kill me from starvation?'
Breasts so large they looked like they might bring tears to my eyes.
Well, what did a slightly smaller chest matter?
I wasn't picky about that sort of thing!
Anyway, now somewhat calmer, I told the maid sister I was fine and made up my mind to thoroughly punish Iris tonight for trampling on my pure heart.
"Hello. I'm Haley, the bodyguard assigned to Young Master Jenas Ancard. It's nice to meet you."
"…?"
As I was pondering how exactly to punish Iris tonight, someone greeted me.
And it was an incredibly beautiful elf, at that.