Orc Delivery (4)
Orc Delivery
A state-run enterprise.
The current CEO of Orc Delivery, Serafina Elkid, had been under more stress lately than at any other time in recent memory.
“I hope you’ll remember that it’s my turn next. It’s only natural to invite someone worthy of a ducal house.”
“By the authority of the imperial family, I command you to send the orc named Rascal to the palace at once.”
“Why is a criminal running her mouth so much? If I tell you to send him, then send him—!!”
Orc Delivery
Despite the name, the majority of the agency’s staff until now had been humans or beastmen. The work paid well and only required pretending to be someone’s lover, yet the orcs considered even that a betrayal of their pride and chastity. As a result, nearly thirty years—no, closer to forty—had passed before an orc finally came looking for a job.
Commoners who used to request humans or beastmen, and even nobles who refused to consider any race other than orcs out of pride, suddenly flooded the agency with requests the moment a real orc appeared.
“Does Duke Iris Ancard no longer attend meetings?”
“My apologies. The patriarch has been spending her days enjoying pleasant company with an orc gentleman…”
“Even so, does it make any sense for a duke to send a proxy to a meeting that discusses critical national affairs without so much as an apology to Her Imperial Majesty—!!”
“Shouldn’t we issue a formal warning to Duke Iris Ancard immediately?”
“Show us what she’s doing right now! Everyone already knows the orc she’s meeting isn’t genuine—it’s just the Orc Delivery service—!!”
“Squeeze that pussy!!”
After footage emerged of Duke Iris Ancard having sex with an orc from early morning inside the imperial palace, the nobles began applying open pressure.
“Duke Iris Ancard. Please return our employee before this evening.”
“……No.”
Even with reservations piling up by the hundreds, Iris showed no sign of returning Rascal.
If Serafina had not contacted the duke herself, would Iris have sent him back?
Absolutely not.
What elf would meekly hand over an orc after she had already shared her body with him?
In a situation like this, it was impossible not to feel stressed.
“Hoo… hoo…♡”
—This arrogant little female…!!
The one saving grace was that the video was not of a human wearing an orc costume. Thanks to securing genuine footage of a real orc having sex, she could relieve her stress quite effectively.
“Haaat…♡♡ R-Rascal…♡”
Without realizing it, Serafina had addressed him with honorifics while relieving her tension. She straightened her clothes and began ventilating the thick female scent that had filled the CEO’s office.
“Huuu…”
Once the cleaning was finished, the familiar stomachache and dizzy spell returned. Who should she assign to the next delivery request? More importantly, did Rascal even want to continue the delivery service?
I shouldn’t smoke.
Recalling that orcs hated the smell of tobacco, Serafina stopped just as she was about to light the pipe. What humans, beastmen, and elves enjoyed simply smelled like unpleasant smoke to orcs.
Serafina had once been married to an orc and even borne his son. Although she was now a criminal, she was still an elf. Even if the orc in question was the same age as her son, she could not help wanting to look good in front of him.
Well, if I get too close, my head would literally explode.
As a literal criminal, any private conversation with an orc that exceeded the permitted length before her sentence ended would trigger the magic planted in her skull and cause it to detonate. It was a fitting punishment for the criminal Serafina, who—despite having married an orc—had once plotted to claim her own son for herself, and whose exposure had only worsened the orcs’ already poor opinion of elves.
Knock, knock.
Just as the female scent had nearly dissipated, someone knocked on the office door. The elderly guard’s voice followed.
“CEO, the orc who was dispatched earlier has returned.”
“Send him in.”
Following the instructions in The Elf’s Guide to Orcs—the elves’ veritable bible—Serafina kept her expression as calm as possible and spoke in a cold voice.
“I have returned, CEO.”
“Y-yes…”
But the sight of those twitching muscles… that cock♡… she had just been watching moments ago made Serafina’s voice tremble the instant she saw Rascal’s face.
Click—!
Once the guard closed the office door and left, only Serafina and Rascal remained in the small room.
I want to wrap my hands around his throat… push him down on the desk… No, no… calm down…!!
Gulp.
Serafina swallowed the saliva that had pooled in her mouth and steadied her crumbling mind. Although it appeared they were alone, both she and the room were under constant surveillance by the elf rapid-response unit. If she did not want her head to explode, she had to act completely natural.
…And, while she was at it, raise her favorability with the orc standing before her.
“CEO, um… when will the payment be deposited…?”
“Ah… the deposit. It should have gone through by now. Please check your account.”
Oblivious to what Serafina was thinking, Rascal was only concerned with the money he was supposed to receive.
The daily rate was a million won… so seven hundred total…!
Seven million won in a single week. On top of that, he had barely done any real work and had enjoyed a ridiculous amount of pleasurable sex. Could any job be better?
“Huh…? CEO, I think the wrong amount was deposited…?”
Rascal, checking the notification on his phone, was startled.
Iris Ancard Deposit — 10,000,000
Ten million won had been deposited under Iris Ancard’s name instead of the expected seven.
“Ten million is correct. Duke Iris Ancard was very satisfied and sent a little extra.”
Serafina explained calmly. If money could have kept Rascal by her side, Iris would have paid a hundred times more than what she had just sent. Unfortunately, orcs refused to accept such dirty money. They only worked here because they urgently needed funds. Any attempt to turn them into slaves of coin would cause them to quit immediately and develop an intense aversion to that particular elf.
They might even extend that disgust to the entire elven race. After all, human and beastmen women showed little interest in orcs. Therefore, this amount was sufficient as thanks for exceptionally satisfying service.
“Thank you!!”
The debt was one billion, wasn’t it…
Most orcs would have shown mild displeasure at receiving such a large tip, yet Rascal bowed his head in genuine gratitude. The sight made something in Serafina’s chest tighten with warmth.
Having already completed a background check on Rascal, she knew his circumstances perfectly. His father—now deceased—had fallen ill, and the medical costs to treat him, combined with Rascal’s own hospital bills from a recent traffic accident, had left him saddled with one billion won in debt.
Originally, he never should have accumulated such a massive sum. Orcs were walking masses of pheromones; the elves around them would never have left one in difficulty alone.
He had younger sisters.
Naturally, the entire debt had fallen on them. The girls had refused any help from other elves at all costs. Accepting an elf’s assistance meant incurring a favor—a debt that would eventually need to be repaid. If an orc accepted such help, it would create endless excuses for future meetings.
How many elves lived difficult lives just for the chance to exchange a single word with an orc? How many had approached pretending to be welfare officers? From the sisters’ perspective, it was an absolutely unacceptable situation. That was why they had blocked their older brother from receiving any elf’s help, even if it meant shouldering a crushing debt themselves. As long as their brother avoided contact with other elves, they could endure it.
Ironically, that decision had led their older brother Rascal to come to Orc Delivery for their sake. He must have learned about the enormous debt they had taken on at some point…
Amnesia, huh…
A convenient excuse. Seeing how happy he was to receive such a large tip after selling his body for his sisters, she could tell the truth. Rascal had thrust so diligently into Iris only to earn even a little more money. One billion won was an astronomical sum—far beyond what any ordinary family could borrow from legitimate institutions. No matter how talented the two sisters might be as potential hunters, they were not hunters yet. Without completing formal university education, they could not obtain a license. With irregular income, their debt grew by twenty million won every month. Even this tip was something Rascal could be sincerely grateful for.
I suppose I can tell him it’s fine to accept larger tips.
Watching Rascal’s delighted reaction, Serafina felt some of her worries lift. At the very least, he would not quit this job.
“The next client is already waiting… You will continue working, yes?”
“Yes. However, I think I’ll need to return home for about three days. My younger sisters are causing a commotion…”
“Ah! Of course you should. You do understand that your work here must remain secret from them, correct?”
“Yes. Naturally!”
Serafina smiled faintly and sent Rascal on his way.
But who should I assign him to next…?
She let out a sigh as she looked at the hundreds of application forms.
“I’m out~”
My younger sisters had worried nonstop for the entire week. They had contacted me every single day, so I decided to spend the next three days resting at home and keeping them company.
“Brother… why are you only coming back now?”
“Seriously… you didn’t even eat dinner with us?”
“Uh… yeah. Y-yeah. Your brother earned a lot of money, you know?”
The moment I stepped inside, my younger sisters glared at me. They looked extremely upset.
But once they saw how much I had earned, they would surely cheer up. I showed them the account balance displayed on my smartphone.
“Ten million won in a week…”
“This is definitely that, right?”
“Yeah… the service…”
Yet their reactions were strange. Their expressions were full of displeasure, as if I had done something wrong.
“With this much we can buy meat to eat…!”
“Who said we wanted meat!!”
“This dirty money…!! Brother, tell us the truth! You were working at some noble’s house, weren’t you?”
“Or maybe a rich elf’s mansion!”
How did they figure it out…?
“Hmph…!!”
“Hmph…!!”
The two of them glared at me, then snorted, crossed their arms, and puffed out their cheeks in perfect synchronization.
These crazy girls… to think my own younger sisters were dreaming of a proletarian revolution…!
To get angry at money given by nobles and capitalists and call it dirty…!! I suddenly worried whether they had hidden a sickle and hammer somewhere in the house. As their older brother, I couldn’t help but be concerned.