Iris Wants to Be Punished (2)
Jenas Ancard.
In Rascal’s opinion, a handsome blond nobleman.
The kind of man who seemed perfectly suited to be Iris’s fiancé.
“Jenas. What brings you here?”
“Sister… I thought it couldn’t be true, but you really did bring an orc from Orc Delivery.”
Bang—!!
A fist stopped right in front of Jenas’s eyes, slicing through the air.
It was so fast that his hair only fluttered after he saw the punch arrive.
“Watch your mouth.”
“I-I’m sorry. Y-you brought him here…”
Having felt the terror of death, Jenas realized he had made a verbal slip.
To an elf like his sister, what did an orc mean?
It was practically her whole life.
So he had to set aside noble pride and honor for the moment.
Otherwise, the sister before him might actually kill him.
Even if he was her little brother.
“Yeah. What’s the problem with that?”
“… The elders of the family are worried you might lose control and go on a rampage, Sister.”
“A rampage?”
“Yes. For example… attacking that orc gentleman…”
“Me? Ha! As if that would ever happen.”
“…”
At his sister’s bold declaration, Jenas narrowed his eyes.
Could he really believe an elf who said she wouldn’t jump an orc?
Especially when she was alone with him in this huge mansion?
During the day, servants came and went, but at night it was literally just the orc and Iris.
It was honestly a miracle that the Elf Mobile Strike Force hadn’t been deployed in the last two days.
‘She says I’m the one who would attack him…’
On the other hand, Iris couldn’t easily picture herself pouncing on the orc named Rascal.
In her mind, Rascal had already become the Master who could give her any order he wanted.
If he told her to hold off even masturbation, Iris was confident she could endure it for a whole week.
“You may say that, Sister, but starting today I will be monitoring—”
“There’s no need.”
“But…”
“I said there’s no need, didn’t I?”
As such, she didn’t need anyone else watching her.
Jenas was flustered by his sister’s reaction.
Elves usually accepted this kind of surveillance because they didn’t trust themselves.
If giving up a little freedom was all it took to show a good side to an orc, it was a bargain.
Yet here she was, fiercely opposing it.
“Sister…”
The orc currently in the mansion had been dispatched by Orc Delivery.
Naturally, his body was covered in all kinds of defensive and surveillance spells.
It was to prevent the elf who ordered him from suddenly getting excited and attacking him.
If such a thing happened, the empire’s strongest combat unit—the Elf Mobile Strike Force—would arrive within five minutes, subdue Iris on the spot, and haul her away.
If that occurred, even a ducal house would suffer devastating damage.
It would serve as an example to other nobles of what happened when someone forcibly attacked an orc.
Jenas couldn’t understand it.
He had believed his sister would at least accept surveillance of this level…
“Wait. I need to go out right now.”
“Pardon? What do you—”
“You… brought an elf as your bodyguard?”
“Yes, I did?”
“You idiot.”
Cutting Jenas off with a curse, Iris burst out of the office so violently she nearly smashed the door—and immediately witnessed a scene that made her blood boil in reverse.
“Since this is fate, maybe we could exchange numbers…”
“Ah… um. Should we?”
Haley persistently clinging to him, asking for his number, and Rascal waving his hands in clear discomfort.
How dare that filthy mouth breathe on my Master? How dare those disgusting hands try to touch that muscular, green-skinned body?!
She couldn’t hold back.
Boom—!!!
With an explosion, Iris collided with Jenas.
*
“Nice weather, isn’t it? Don’t you think?”
“…Yes.”
I was flustered by the relentless offensive of the elf named Haley who kept sticking to me.
It was always my role to be the one aggressively pursuing someone.
Not the one being pursued.
That was why my instincts were sounding every alarm.
‘This woman… she’s a honey trap…!’
I’d seen it during my military days.
A honey trap who meticulously drained my buddy dry.
Of course, I had never actually seen her face.
I only knew from occasionally overhearing his phone calls.
She’d send gift icons every three or four days asking for chicken or pizza, as if determined to wring every last drop out of a mere soldier.
Of course, the conversations before that were dripping with honey, full of a woman’s love.
But everyone in the barracks knew.
That my buddy had been completely taken in by a honey trap.
I would absolutely never end up like that—!!
Never!
With that resolve, I stayed on guard against the elf who had approached me first—aside from my little sisters.
“By the way, this is the first time I’ve seen an orc walking around without a hijab.”
“Ah… yes. I suppose so.”
‘Are orcs oppressed to that degree—!!’
I couldn’t help but be shocked by the revelation.
I had occasionally noticed huge figures wearing hijabs… so they were all orcs—!!
Just how badly had people tormented orcs that they had to wear hijabs—!!
‘Well, whenever I took public transport, the elves kept staring at me like something was off…’
Maybe they were worried I would assault another woman on the bus.
All those watchful eyes.
“What’s your name, Mister Orc?”
“… Rascal.”
I deliberately answered curtly.
This rag of a woman.
Up until now, she might have caught a sucker just by speaking kindly to an orc whose spirit had been crushed by the world’s oppression, but I was different!!
“Are you married? Or do you have a girlfriend?”
As expected from a honey trap.
Coming on so strong from the very first meeting.
She wasn’t easy.
“I don’t.”
God damn it—!!
This was absolutely not my will.
I had clearly intended to keep my mouth shut and stay silent.
Yet somehow I had answered without realizing it.
This was definitely the orc’s instinct.
The instinct to wag its tail at a woman no matter what—!!
Damn it—!!
“Wow!! Really? I’m single too, actually.”
So what if you’re single?
What, you want to exchange numbers or something!!
“Since this is fate, maybe we could exchange numbers…”
“Ah… um. Should we?”
Fuck!!
Just how pitiful were orcs?
I was completely wrapped around Haley the elf’s finger.
Why was my heart pounding so hard at the mere suggestion of exchanging numbers…!!
BOOM—!!
At that moment, a red figure shot past me like a bullet and slammed straight into Haley.
Like a truck hitting a person, Haley flew all the way to the distant wall.
“Cough—!!”
“Hey. Who the hell are you?”
Before I knew it, Iris was standing right in front of me, red hair whipping wildly.
Countless spears of flame and ice floated around her body.
“Ah… oops. Is it okay for elves to do this to each other? I was just about to get his number and everything was going so well.”
“Hah? You… I’m going to kill you.”
What the hell was going on all of a sudden?
I couldn’t follow the conversation at all.
Bang—! Boom! Bang!!
Whether I understood the situation or not, Haley and Iris began colliding with each other at terrifying speed.
Iris, whom I had thought was a mage, moved with incredible agility, and Haley’s movements as she faced her were equally impressive.
It was like a scene from a blockbuster movie playing out right before my eyes.
A pillar of fire erupted, and Haley’s sword sliced through it, charging forward.
“Wait. Is this going to be okay, Sir Rascal the Orc?”
“Ah… yes.”
The annoyingly handsome blond youth pulled me, who had been blankly watching their fight, a short distance back.
“I’m sorry you had to see this. My sister’s personality is rather… you know?”
“Yes… I’m fine. Actually, it’s pretty cool.”
“Cool…?”
The annoyingly handsome blond tilted his head as if my words were strange.
“Ah…! I haven’t introduced myself. I am Jenas Ancard, younger brother of Duchess Iris and acting head of the family.”
“I see.”
… What?
“Are you two actually siblings?”
“Yes.”
Something felt off.
Elves could only give birth to elf children unless they married an orc.
So how could they be siblings?
“Haha. Everyone reacts like that. We’re not half-siblings or anything. I was simply born from an incubator.”
Having read my expression, Jenas laughed heartily and kindly began to explain.
He said that if an elf didn’t marry an orc, the child would be born an elf due to the influence of mana.
It wasn’t genetic.
The same applied to orcs.
Therefore, children grown from only sperm and egg in an incubator could be born human or beastkin.
“Then your father is human?”
“Human? No. He was an orc.”
“And your mother?”
“An elf, of course.”
What…?
What kind of world was this?
How could a child born from an elf and an orc’s sperm and egg in an incubator turn out human…?
I found it absurd, but decided not to ask any further.
It would be rude to pry more into another family’s private affairs, so I stopped there.
At my level, I must be one of the top 0.1% of orcs when it came to personality.
Bang—! Boom!
Anyway, even though Iris and Haley were fighting so fiercely, not a single fragment flew toward us.
“Kyaa—!!”
Yet fragments kept flying toward the maid sisters who were working.
“Whew. This is a bit troublesome.”
It was probably thanks to the handsome blond nobleman standing beside me, elegantly brushing his hair back.
To Haley, he was her charge. To Iris, he was her brother.
‘Pay some attention to me too—!!!’
Being treated as a mere extra made me want to cry.
By the way… so Iris and Jenas were close relatives.
What logic led me to that conclusion?
Just a gut feeling.
Handsome men like him could have anyone they wanted.
Even their own mothers, older sisters, aunts, great-aunts, or grandmothers!!
We who aren’t handsome have never lived that life, so we wouldn’t know.
They had definitely gone into a room alone together and sucked and fucked each other silly.
… That was just my personal opinion.
‘Thinking about it is actually turning me on.’
Hmm… it did seem like a pretty hot situation.
BOOM—! BOOM—!!
Fuck… hot situation my ass!!
The current situation was straight-up legendary.
The two of them were now fighting at a speed my eyes could no longer follow.
An insane number of spells were being fired off, and all I could see were afterimages of shadows slipping through them.
Watching a fight that made a man’s heart race, I finally started to truly feel that I had fallen into a real fantasy world.
“But shouldn’t you stop them?”
If they kept fighting like this, one of them might get seriously hurt.
“I should. However, while I have learned a bit of swordsmanship and magic, it was only to the level of general education.”
Jenas looked troubled at my words.
Even the golden alpha male who seemed capable of anything had things he couldn’t do!
It put me in a very good mood.
Anyway… what should we do then?
Crash—!!
“Nobody move!”
“You terrorist bitches!!”
“Take them all away—!!”
At that moment, the mansion’s windows suddenly shattered.
People in incredibly cool suits that looked like robots came bursting in.
“They’ve finally arrived. The Elf Mobile Strike Force.”
“Oh…”
Hearing Jenas’s words, I realized who they were.
Mobile Strike Force.
Something like a police special forces unit, I supposed.
Since this kind of incident had broken out at a duke’s mansion, it made sense that a special unit would be deployed.
They rapidly fired the guns and swords in their hands, quickly bringing the situation under control.
“Ahem! We have committed a great discourtesy toward you, Orc gentleman.”
The moment they subdued Iris and Haley in the blink of an eye.
One of the Mobile Strike Force members in a stylish powered suit bowed his head toward me.
“I apologize for the inconvenience, but could you please provide your contact information?”
What was there to apologize for?
He was simply doing his job.
Police officers really had it rough.
“Sure.”
“Please wait a moment. I need to disengage the suit.”
Shhhk—!!
The stylish suit was sucked back into the strike force member’s body as if it had never existed.
Was this the essence of magic—!!
It was insanely cool.
And… insanely hot.
No, I didn’t have a fetish for robot-like suits.
Please don’t misunderstand.
It was the tights the strike force member was wearing now that the suit had come off… oh man.
It was making my cock angry.
Was this the pinnacle of technology fused with magic?
The world I used to live in was trash…
“Thank you so much!!”
“I should be the one thanking you (?).”
I entered my number into the smartphone that was held out to me and returned the thanks to the grateful strike force member.
Showing off a body like that definitely deserved gratitude!!
