The True Face of Orc Delivery
"Whoa… this is impressive."
I couldn't help but admire the massive building with the "Orc Delivery" sign hanging proudly across the entire structure.
Even better, it was located on prime real estate right near the capital.
If they could afford to build something this flashy in such an expensive area, it probably wasn't some shady operation.
'I couldn't find anything about it online…'
While riding public transport here, I'd searched for what they did, but came up empty.
Even posting questions on community boards got them deleted almost instantly.
Just what kind of work did they do?
Given how boldly they displayed their sign, it couldn't be illegal.
'Maybe some kind of errand service?'
Delivery.
It literally meant delivering something.
So perhaps they delivered goods… or so I thought.
From what I'd gathered so far, this world had modern-level technology but operated under a monarchy.
An elven queen sat at the very top, with dukes, counts, and other nobles beneath her.
Even so, it wasn't like the medieval era where insulting a noble got you executed on the spot.
With the rise of social media, even nobles had to watch public opinion to some degree.
That meant this place might be running a business that wasn't illegal but would be embarrassing if word got out.
Back when I worked at the courier company, there was that incident where someone found out a famous celebrity had ordered a dildo and posted it online.
The post got taken down quickly, and the uploader ended up getting sued and thrown in jail.
Maybe they set up this separate company just to prevent that kind of thing from happening.
After all, orcs—the race supposedly driven mad by lust—were surprisingly tight-lipped when it came to secrets.
Well… that didn't necessarily mean this place was that kind of business.
It was just my guess.
My guess.
Anyway, I should just ask what they actually do.
Speculating wildly would be rude to a legitimate company.
"Hello…"
"Huh? Oh… an orc?!"
When I stepped inside, an older human security guard greeted me.
Naturally, the guard was human.
So of course he'd be startled seeing an orc like me—probably thinking I was some kind of species supremacist or something…
"Are you here to apply for a job?"
"Yes."
"R-right away, I'll take you to the president."
"The president?"
The president of a company this big personally conducts interviews…?!
Maybe my guess was right—this really was some kind of business that required keeping massive secrets?
Well, the pay was a million won a day.
It made sense they'd want the president to personally vet trustworthy candidates.
Feeling tense about meeting the president, I followed the guard up to the very top floor.
Knock knock knock.
"President, an orc has arrived."
"Send him in."
"Go ahead."
The door opened the moment the guard spoke.
Inside, I saw a black-haired elf sitting in a chair, holding a long pipe.
She wore a cheongsam with her legs crossed, and from the right angle, I might've caught a glimpse of her panties.
Her breasts looked ready to burst out…
'Hoo—! Rascal. Calm down. You need to make money! Are you really going to keep mooching off your twin little sisters…?!'
"So. You want to work at Delivery?"
"Yes! Yes! If you take away my diligence, I'm basically a corpse—!"
"??? Well, this job does require diligence. So many guys quit after just a few days."
The president tilted her head at my words.
Damn… I couldn't stop staring at those panties.
"Ah… my apologies. It's been a while since I've seen an orc. I forgot to put on proper clothes."
Noticing my gaze, the president probably thought I was about to pounce.
She quickly threw on a coat that covered everything and looked at me.
"As it happens, we've just received a job. You can start tomorrow."
Oh… the interview was much simpler than I'd expected for such high pay.
"Hehe… By the way, what exactly does Orc Delivery do?"
"…? You don't know what Orc Delivery is?"
"I'm sorry! No matter how much I searched, nothing came up."
"No, how could you not know… It's so famous among orcs… Did you lose your memory?"
"Yes."
How did she know?
Was knowledge of Orc Delivery just common sense in this world?
The fact that not knowing it made her immediately suspect memory loss…!!
Just what kind of business was Orc Delivery…?
I couldn't even begin to guess.
"I see… Hmm… How should I explain this… Simply put, think of it as a manpower agency. Clients give us work, and you go do it."
A manpower agency… but definitely not an ordinary one.
Not when the daily pay was a million won!!
"More specifically, what kind of—"
"The work varies. Tidying up gardens, cooking meals…"
"Huh? They pay this much just for that?!"
Gardening and cooking paid this well?!
"Ah… right. The people who hire us are all nobles. Their private lives are confidential by nature."
My confusion was quickly resolved.
Nobles' private lives…
Made sense. If you hired someone to do odd jobs at your house, they'd inevitably learn parts of your personal life.
When you went out, when you were home—
That kind of information was valuable to nobles.
"Ahem… Anyway, you can start tomorrow."
"Yes! Thank you!!"
After thanking her for the job offer, I left the building right away.
"Hah… I'm so fucking horny."
My orc instincts were about to take over…
I hurried home.
*
Delivery service.
As the name suggested, the delivery service delivered things.
But this place delivered something special.
People.
Yeah.
In short, the delivery service was an outcall prostitution service—!
But Orc Delivery was different.
Well, humans and beastmen did provide sexual services, but 'orcs' were different.
Any sexual contact with orcs was strictly forbidden.
Clients could only have light conversation and eat food the orc personally prepared.
It was only natural.
Why had elves unified the world into a single nation and taken all the important positions?
To change orcs' perception of elves, of course.
While trying to give orcs a good impression of elves, if Orc Delivery tried to buy their chastity with money, what kind of impression would that make?
That's why Orc Delivery was simply an agency that allowed elves to experience pseudo-romance with orcs.
"Hoo…"
Serafina exhaled deeply after taking a long drag from her pipe.
Serafina, the president running the business Orc Delivery, was a beautiful elf with lake-blue eyes and night-sky black hair.
Orc Delivery
A state-run project created so elves could at least experience pseudo-romance with orcs.
Perhaps because reproduction was difficult, elves were born with strong sexual desires.
Humans and beastmen alone were far too inadequate to satisfy them.
Most of them had pitifully small members and lacking stamina compared to orcs.
That's why humans and beastmen who had sex with elves often died.
Of course, if someone reached the level of Sword Master or Archmage, they could handle elves just fine.
The problem was that there weren't many such humans or beastmen…
Even if they existed, having children with humans and beastmen was extremely difficult.
The greatest happiness in an elf's life was getting pregnant and raising children.
That's why elves couldn't help but be drawn to orcs.
Orcs could pour out semen capable of impregnating their partner whenever they wanted.
Even though the agency was created for elves desperate just to talk with orcs…
In reality, only humans and beastmen capable of prostitution were being delivered to elves.
Even though it was merely an act of pretending to date, orcs harbored negative feelings toward Orc Delivery.
Orcs, the very embodiment of sincerity, saw taking money to talk and cook as similar to selling their bodies.
Because of that, they only came to Orc Delivery when a family member was sick and they desperately needed money.
Of course, once elves learned of an orc's circumstances, they'd quickly resolve the issue just to look good in their eyes…
Orc Delivery was constantly short on orcs.
"Has no orc come in?"
"…No."
"Th… this is unacceptable!! If you're a sinner, shouldn't you at least come up with countermeasures?!"
"I'll do my best."
"Don't just say that—actually prepare something!!"
Maybe that was why.
High-ranking elves visited every day to vent their frustration at her.
'It's not like I don't want orcs either—!!'
Serafina wanted to quit right this second.
But what could she do? She'd committed a crime and was forced to run this facility—she couldn't just walk away.
While her worries deepened day by day, one orc appeared.
'Ah…'
Seeing an orc after so long made her body tremble involuntarily.
The face of a rather young, solidly built orc.
'My son would be around this age.'
She wondered how her son, whom she'd been separated from after her crime, had grown up.
She was curious.
Staring…
"Ah… my apologies. It's been a while since I've seen an orc. I forgot to put on proper clothes."
As a devoted reader of Elf's Guide to Orcs, Serafina knew exactly how to make a good impression on orcs.
She stood up as if she had no interest in the orc before her and put on her coat.
A gesture saying: I'm this open-minded, but I don't particularly like being seen by orcs.
It would be a plus for orcs who preferred modest women.
"Hehe… By the way, what exactly does Orc Delivery do?"
"…? You don't know what Orc Delivery is?"
Serafina was slightly shocked.
What was the first thing orc parents taught their children?
Baseless rumors about Orc Delivery.
…Though they weren't entirely baseless.
No matter how hard elves tried to hide information about Orc Delivery on the internet, orcs always knew.
If they had no parents, the orc community would take care of them.
"I'm sorry! No matter how much I searched, nothing came up."
"No, how could you not know… It's so famous among orcs… Did you lose your memory?"
"Yes."
Losing his memory…!
What an incredibly convenient situation.
Maybe if she treated this orc well, she could even marry him.
That thought briefly crossed Serafina's mind.
"Slurp…"
But she had to hold back.
She was a sinner, after all.
"I'm so fucking horny."
Still, she was turned on…
For now, she'd lock the president's office door.