The First Client (1)
The key thing when dealing with an Orc is showing him just how uninterested you are.
Perhaps due to their long history of slavery at the hands of humans, they tend to desire a dependable partner. Therefore, showing a slightly violent side can also be effective.
Nod… Nod…
“We’re here! Wake up!”
I jolted upright at the irritated woman’s voice, snapping out of my doze.
“Slurp…! Uh… Oh! I’m sorry!!”
The moment I opened my eyes, two crimson irises were glaring straight at me.
An elf with long red hair cascading down to her chest stood with her arms crossed, radiating pure displeasure.
It was none other than my employer for the day—Duchess Iris Ancard, the woman who had hired me the instant I clocked in this morning.
Falling asleep right in front of my employer…!!
I apologized immediately, but she kept glaring as if even an Orc’s apology was beneath her.
Is this bitch for real…?
It was ridiculous even to me.
Just how plush was the seat in this damn sedan?!
I’d passed out the second I sat down!!
I’d even drooled…!
Boing, boing—!!
And now, with her arms crossed right under that magnificent chest, those massive breasts kept jiggling with every breath, and my eyes refused to look anywhere else!!
Damn these fucking Orc instincts!
“Hurry up. Tsk.”
Just how far had we driven?
The sun was already sinking toward the horizon.
“Um… Miss?”
“What?!”
When I cautiously called out to Iris, she whipped around with a venomous scowl.
What the hell did I even do wrong… you damn elf bitch… I ought to ram my cock right between those lips and—
Damn Orc thoughts!
Fuck!
This Orc mindset was trying to take the wheel.
I had to hold it together.
I was a human—an intelligent being, not some beast.
If I let instinct win, I’d truly become nothing but an Orc.
Besides, falling asleep in the front seat while her driver worked was clearly my fault.
“S-so… are we staying here overnight?”
“O-of course we are! Why else do you think I hired you for an entire week? Just follow me. We’re already late.”
“But I didn’t even bring a change of clothes! You never told me I’d be staying here a whole week!! Please send me back!!”
“Enough!!”
What the—?!
I’d only voiced a perfectly reasonable complaint, yet flames were already flickering before my eyes.
They looked ready to incinerate me on the spot.
Whoosh—!
Woooong—!
But perhaps sensing my fear, the protective magic the boss had cast on me before I left shimmered into existence. A transparent barrier formed and swept the flames away.
Pop!
Whether the barrier had blocked it or Iris had extinguished the spell herself, the fire vanished in an instant.
Just as I thought—you really can’t trust the internet…!
All those posts claiming that even nobles wouldn’t execute commoners over minor offenses were complete lies.
Of course they were. When the nobles control the press, why would any articles about people killed for trivial reasons ever see the light of day?
I swallowed hard, throat tight with fear, and nodded.
“I-I understand.”
“Follow me.”
The moment I stepped out of the car, I trailed behind Iris as she headed into the ridiculously enormous mansion.
My eyes kept drifting to the way her dress clung to her swaying hips.
Rascal… get a grip. Get a grip…!
I couldn’t afford to follow my Orc instincts right now.
This wasn’t about whether I’d truly turn into an Orc or not.
The woman in front of me had just demonstrated she could burn someone like me to ash in a heartbeat.
If I jumped her, I was certain I’d be nothing but charcoal in a single second.
Sure, I had the boss’s defensive magic, but… I still felt uneasy.
This was a matter of survival.
Better safe than sorry.
“You’ll use this room.”
“Oh… Th-thank you!”
Were there seriously no other employees?
Or did the staff just commute?
I had no idea.
Today was my first time here, after all.
Still, the bed in the room was absurdly large and luxurious—even for an Orc like me.
Was that blanket seriously woven with gold thread?
“Everything in this room is yours to use. Help yourself.”
“Thank you!!”
The room itself was the size of a normal house and contained a TV, computer, gaming console—every luxury imaginable.
And I was allowed to use it all…
This is fucking jackpot.
The closet was stocked with clothes too.
All in Orc sizes.
I guess they hadn’t needed me to bring anything from the start. At this level of wealth, they were always prepared to hire staff on the spot!
“Miss. What would you like me to do first?”
“… Food. Start with that.”
“Understood.”
Iris kept that same venomous, utterly disinterested expression as she curtly replied and disappeared into the vast mansion.
Probably heading to her own room.
“Wow… this place is insane.”
Left to my own devices, I wandered the mansion until I found the kitchen. The moment I opened the refrigerator, my jaw dropped.
The thing was massive. It opened automatically at the touch of a button, and it was packed to the brim with every ingredient imaginable.
There was even wine.
For a noble, dinner probably meant steak and wine, right?
I immediately fired up the grill, pulled out some prime steak cuts, and began cooking.
Hmm… now about this sleeping pill…
—Think of this as a “safe word.” If the client looks like they’re about to do something… unpleasant, just slip it into their meal.
I pulled the sleeping agent the boss had given me from my pocket.
A “safe word” in pill form.
I finally understood why this job paid so well.
Without something like this, I might have ended up murdered by some violent noble.
Just a few minutes ago I’d merely objected to staying overnight, and she’d instantly conjured flames right in front of my face.
Let’s do it…
I decided to use the sleeping pill immediately.
If I sprinkled just a little into the sauce for the steak, she’d never notice.
I’d tested a tiny bit on my finger earlier—it had no scent and no taste whatsoever.
If it hadn’t been clearly labeled, I would have thought it was plain water.
“Gotta sleep at night. Yep… definitely.”
I dripped the sleeping agent onto the finished steak and generously covered it with sauce.
This wasn’t a crime.
I was simply helping our dear elven duchess enjoy a proper night’s rest—!!
“Your Grace! Your Grace! Dinner is ready!!”
I wandered through the mansion calling for Iris.
Just which room was this woman in?
“Hng—!! I didn’t call for you…!! Hup…! I’ll come when I feel like it! Go away!!”
“Y-yes, understood.”
As I continued searching, that was the voice I eventually heard.
She was panting hard. Was she working out?
I would have loved to see the sight of sweat tracing down her collarbone and between those breasts, but I had zero desire to be burned alive, so I obediently returned to the dining table.
“… Where’s yours?”
Some time later, Iris finally appeared and stared at me with that trademark expression of hers.
Boing, boing—!!
Arms crossed beneath those enormous breasts, deliberately pushing them up for emphasis!!
“I’m fine, thank you.”
In truth, I had already eaten while cooking.
The only plate on the table was hers.
“… From now on, you will eat at the table with me. Must I put on an eating broadcast just for you?”
“Understood.”
What a high-maintenance employer.
Endure. Just endure.
Still, the daily pay was a million won.
I could put up with this much.
“Sob… hic… sob!!”
“…?”
Iris took one small bite of the steak I’d prepared, and tears immediately began streaming down her face.
What the hell?
Was it that good?
Or maybe it reminded her of her mother’s cooking.
“What’s wrong?!”
“Shut up!! I wasn’t expecting much, but… this is too much for the very first day! After all the effort I put into preparing!!”
Crash—!!
Fuck…
Was she bipolar?
Iris suddenly flipped the entire table, burst into tears, and ran off.
“I can’t take this anymore.”
This fucking…
I had tried to hold back, but the Orc inside me was roaring that it refused to endure any longer.
If the food was bad, she could have hired a different chef or cooked herself. But flipping the table?
I couldn’t tolerate it anymore.
From our very first meeting she had spouted speciesist garbage,
then dragged me out here and forced me to stay and eat without a single explanation!
And now, by overturning the dinner table, she had finally snapped the last thread of my patience.
If I did nothing after this, I wouldn’t be an Orc—I wouldn’t even be a man.
My life had been far too miserable for me to swallow my pride after treatment like this.
I had spent my entire previous life swallowing my pride.
The result had been death by a crazy truck and reincarnation into this world.
Having been given a second chance in another world, I couldn’t just keep enduring.
*
I waited until deep into the night, then quietly opened the door to Iris’s bedroom.
Her chest rose and fell in the steady rhythm of sleep.
I had fed her the sleeping pill, but I needed absolute certainty.
I placed the small piece of ice I had prepared onto her forehead and watched.
If she was truly out cold, she wouldn’t wake until the ice had completely melted.
About five minutes passed.
The ice melted from her body heat, and droplets of water slid down her forehead.
She really had fallen into a deep, drug-induced sleep.
“Huff… huff… I didn’t want to do this either. You’re the one who pushed me this far.”
Rationalizing it with every ounce of my Orc instincts, I pulled out my cock and laid it across her face.
I couldn’t hold back any longer.
Lena, Leni… I’m sorry.
In the end, it seemed I really was nothing more than an Orc.
I stripped off my pants and took my massive member in hand.
It was time to teach this arrogant elf just how terrifying the world could be.