Daytime Indulgence (1)
Chirp, chirp…
A gentle morning filled with birdsong.
Rustle…
Iris rose from the bed.
She no longer panicked or acted startled. This was what familiarity looked like. Something that simply felt natural.
"Thank you."
She bowed politely toward the semen that had spilled onto the floor last night, the load she hadn't managed to swallow.
Even before the Empress of the Elvenheim Empire, she would only ever kneel on one knee. Yet here she was, prostrating herself before a puddle of cum as if she were a slave before her master. The sight was pitiful.
'Aah…♡'
But Iris herself didn't see it that way.
Completely naked, unwashed, with curly hairs still clinging to her face and her pussy stuffed full of semen, she simply bowed in reverence.
"I'll eat well."
Once the bow was finished, she licked the spilled semen off the floor with the same reverent care.
Only after swallowing every last drop did Iris finally prepare to wash herself clean.
"Hehe…♡"
She gazed at her reflection in the mirror.
She had been told to love herself, but how could anyone be this adorable? How could those curly black hairs stuck around her lips feel so proud and precious?
Other races might call it a flaw on the beautiful face of Iris, but to elves it was an honor. A source of pride.
"Iris. You're doing great."
Smiling at her own reflection, Iris beamed with satisfaction.
Whoosh—!!
After a long shower beneath the falling water, she dressed and made her way to Rascal's room.
"Have you risen, Your Grace?"
"Yeah."
The maids cleaning throughout the mansion greeted Iris as they saw her.
Bow.
'Tsk… These females…'
Whether today, yesterday, or a week ago, the maids wore the same uniform. Yet to Iris, the skirts seemed to be getting shorter and the chest area more revealing by the day.
In the past, she would have immediately scolded them for such impropriety. But Iris had changed. She no longer lashed out at others using her status.
Truthfully, Iris had always been this way. Even as a duchess, she had never mistreated those beneath her. It was only because of Rascal's presence that she had grown slightly more high-handed with others.
Her anger and outbursts had almost always been tied to Rascal. Nothing else provoked her.
It showed just how excellent a noble Iris truly was.
Now, even matters involving Rascal no longer stirred her so easily. She had learned to stay calm. The etiquette injector was clearly effective.
'Can't be helped… One or two is fine…'
The maids, made up of humans and beastkin, showed no interest in the massive green-skinned orc. Iris simply nodded, understanding their glances.
Ninety percent of human and beastkin men died from exhaustion during relations with elves. Their weak stamina could never satisfy elven lust.
Yet the man who could knock an elf like her unconscious was the orc Rascal. And not after countless climaxes, but with just one or two ejaculations.
With a man that impressive, it was only natural other females would look his way.
"Make sure you clean properly here."
Still, understanding was one thing. Annoyance was another.
"Yes."
With a small fit of pettiness, Iris opened Rascal's door.
*
Hmm… This is troublesome.
"Rascal. What do you think of this outfit?"
The department store date should have ended yesterday…
Yet first thing in the morning, Iris had come to his room and started bothering him. She had pulled up a large tablet and was browsing through various clothes. Rascal had no idea why she was suddenly acting like this.
They were lying together under the same blanket, just like real lovers, looking at outfits.
'Ugh… I'm gonna get hard.'
Sharing the blanket made him painfully aware of just how violently attractive Iris's body was. Her dangerously seductive figure was built to arouse any man. Even while lying flat beside him, her soft breasts kept brushing against his elbow as they spilled to the side.
Did Iris realize what she was doing?
"This one has frills. I think it's pretty. What do you think?"
"Ah… It looks nice. Though I don't think there's any outfit that wouldn't suit you, Duchess."
"Huhu… You really think so?"
Shit… Something feels off here.
She looked genuinely delighted by his flattery, like some kind of seductive snake. But Rascal wasn't fooled.
He had already confirmed her disgust toward orcs yesterday. Orcs had to wear hijabs because people hated even seeing their faces.
Besides, Iris hadn't liked him at first either.
"How about this one?"
"It's good."
"Hehe…"
Why the hell did she keep smiling so suggestively?!
If Rascal weren't an orc with ironclad patience, he would have already pinned her down and raped her.
"Tsk…"
This won't do. I've reached my limit too.
"Duchess. What would you like for lunch? If you tell me, I can prepare it right away."
"You?"
Iris looked at him curiously.
Many people lived in the mansion, so meals were naturally provided for everyone. Suddenly offering to cook himself made her suspicious, and rightfully so.
"Yeah."
"If there's something specific you'd like…"
"Anything's fine."
Goddamn it.
Those were the magic words. "Anything."
"Anything" really meant: I don't have anything particular in mind right now, so you pick something and I'll decide after seeing the options. Use your sense and choose something I'll like.
Pick wrong and she'd hit him with the "Haa… Never mind. I'm not hungry" skill.
This was driving him insane.
Well, it was his own mess to clean up. He headed for the kitchen to fix it.
Unlike dinner time, the kitchen was bustling with people cooking.
Glance.
They looked at him briefly, then went back to their work without much reaction. Word must have spread about how the maids got scolded after trying to order him around last time.
Rascal had nothing to say to the aunties busy cooking either. Unless they were the curvy maid ladies, of course.
'Hmm…'
The kitchen was spacious, but not spacious enough for him. The oven and pans were too small, just like when he had grilled steak. An orc's body was the size of three humans, elves, or beastkin combined. Probably five dwarves put together.
Because of that, there was no room for him to cook without pushing aside the staff rushing to feed the entire mansion.
'No choice, then.'
Iris had said "anything," after all. She wouldn't get too angry even if he brought something simple.
Rascal grabbed food that needed no cooking and collected some dishes.
"Hey! Big guy!"
With both hands full, he was about to leave when a loud voice called from below.
A bushy beard and short stature. It was a dwarf.
"You planning to eat that with Duchess Iris?"
"That's right."
"You… dating the Duchess?"
The dwarf Rascal had never met before stared up at him with crooked eyes and asked if he was dating Iris.
An elf and an orc. Obviously a mismatched pair. Where the hell did he get the idea they were dating…?
Still, it felt nice. Not because the dwarf was pairing him with Iris, but because he treated Rascal without discrimination, despite him being an orc.
"I asked if you're dating the Duchess!!"
"No."
"Hmm? Then what are you doing in this mansion?"
"Ah. I'm just running errands here. You know Orc Delivery…?"
"Orc Delivery…! Ah… right… The maids were gossiping about that the other day… Ehh… Tsk. Got it. You're working hard, lad!!"
Thump, thump—!
The older dwarf patted Rascal's thigh encouragingly, like elders did when cheering someone on.
"Yes. Thank you. What do you do here, sir?"
"I make equipment for the knights."
"Equipment?"
"Aye. Not just weapons. Mostly power suits. I'm the head blacksmith."
Power suit!
The very same power suit Rascal had drooled over at the department store?!
"You can assume every knight in the ducal house wears one of my suits."
The dwarf thumped his chest proudly as he spoke.
"Oh… Could you maybe make one for me too?"
"You too? Well, orcs do like suits. Ask the Duchess about it."
"Thank you. How much would it cost?"
"Huh? Well, the Duchess might just gift it to you… As for price, the cheap ones start around five hundred million."
Five hundred million?
His dream of owning a suit…!!
The ones at the department store had cost billions each. He thought they were just the luxury models, but apparently even the basic ones started in the hundreds of millions.
"Would she really gift something that expensive?"
"Ah… Well, maybe not, since you're an orc?"
Haa… That damn orc thing again…
Orc discrimination followed him everywhere.
"Anyway, I didn't call you over for that. There's a transport cart over there. No need to carry everything by hand. Use it."
"Yes. Thank you."
The dwarf pointed out the cart's location, then rubbed his own belly and wandered off, saying he was hungry too.
Even an orc like Rascal had been treated kindly. The world still had decent people in it, he thought, as he loaded the dishes and food onto the cart.
"Farewell, orc discriminators."
With the food and sleeping pills mixed into the bowl, he pulled the cart back to his room.
"Cereal?"
"Yes. It's simple and convenient, don't you think?"
"…Ahem. Well, I was in the mood for it anyway. Bring it here."
The meal Rascal had prepared was cereal. Just pour milk and cereal into a bowl. No cooking required.
Besides, mixing sleeping pills into the milk left no strange aftertaste.
Could there be a more perfect lunch?
Just as Rascal hoped, Iris gestured that she was in the mood for cereal.
Thank goodness she didn't use the "I'm not hungry" skill.
Crunch, crunch.
Sitting on the bed together like lovers, they ate cereal while watching TV.
'Well… we'll be having lover-like sex soon enough.'
Waiting for the moment Iris would fall asleep, Rascal happily shoveled cereal into his mouth.