Eclipse Department Store (1)
Smooch...♡ Slurp♡
Ding-ding-ding—!! Ba-ba-ba-ba-bam!!!
Good morning~!!
"Hup!"
Elicia’s eyes snapped open at the familiar alarm. She shot upright and immediately began tapping her phone to silence it.
‘I definitely turned the alarm off yesterday.’
She hadn’t become chairwoman of a massive conglomerate for nothing. Elicia remembered the secretary’s offhand comment from the day before, rose quickly, and killed the alarm.
An outstanding female paid attention to even the smallest details.
"Hehe!!"
The laughter bubbled out of her before she could stop it, born from sheer pride in herself. Not even the day she succeeded in developing feature phones and monopolized the telecommunications industry, nor the moment the smartphone launch placed her in an overwhelmingly superior position far beyond any rival company, had felt this good.
This moment was better than all of them combined.
It felt like official recognition that she was an outstanding female.
Drip…
"Ah…!!"
Yet the translucent fluid sliding down her inner thighs proved she still had a long way to go. It was the semen that had flooded her womb and coated every fold of her pussy. Focused entirely on silencing the alarm, she had forgotten to clench, and now it was leaking out.
Memories surged back.
The final moment before she passed out—cleaning Rascal’s cock with her mouth only for him to erupt, forcing her to swallow every drop.
Thud—!!
"I’m sorry!!"
Without realizing it, Elicia had already dropped into a full dogeza, forehead pressed to the floor.
"Koooo—!!"
Rascal was still snoring away, but the unworthy female offered her apology all the same. It was her own form of punishment.
‘It feels… so good…♡’
She had always believed her greatest joy was dominating and ruling over others. Even if she married, she had planned to live as a queen who reigned over her husband. She had once read a thesis claiming such women manufactured that persona because they could never find their ideal partner. At the time she had thought it didn’t apply to her.
But…
"*Urp…♡ Urp…♡♡*"
The memory of Rascal forcing her to her knees, gripping her head with those massive hands, and shaking her roughly until she blacked out felt impossibly good…♡
And now, because of her own failure, she was performing a naked dogeza right in front of him!!
"Haa… haa…"
Squirt…♡
Her breathing turned ragged on its own. Another gush of pussy juice sprayed out.
‘I need to get up…’
Their relationship was still nothing more than a pseudo-romance arranged through Orc Delivery. Until they became true lovers, letting him see her in this state of sexual frenzy could cause serious problems.
"Ah…♡"
Twitch—!!
Barely suppressing her throbbing body, Elicia rose. The moment her eyes landed on Rascal’s enormous, rock-hard cock, it looked so delicious that she began crawling forward despite herself.
She knelt politely beside him and slowly lowered her head.
"—Stop! Stop! If you approach the sleeping Rascal any further, we will take immediate action."
She froze.
‘A sinner like me… Rascal already loves me!!’
He might not have said the words, but when an orc pumped an elf this full of cum, it was as good as a confession. Yet this ignorant sinner dared to stop her…!!
"Haa… haa…!!"
When it became clear she had no intention of stopping, Serafina immediately summoned the Elf Mobile Strike Force. Rascal initiating sexual activity was one thing, but what Elicia was attempting was rape.
Click—!
"Halt. Any further movement will be met with force."
A cold metallic sound rang out as a gun barrel pressed against the back of Elicia’s head. Even for the empire’s premier corporation, the ease with which the team had bypassed the coordinate-disruption system was astonishing. They truly deserved their title as the empire’s strongest military unit.
"Let’s get you washed up."
Their self-control was just as impressive as their combat prowess. The strike force members gently pulled a blanket over Rascal’s exposed naked body.
‘If only the other elves weren’t here… I could…’
‘So that’s an orc cock… *slurp*♡’
‘If I keep doing this job, maybe one day I’ll get to…’
Of course, their minds were filled with every filthy fantasy about Rascal imaginable. They had already subscribed to his SNS account. After masturbating at least ten times to the video of two elves getting their throats choked, they forcibly dragged Elicia into the bathroom.
Shaaaaa—!!
"Hoo… Hoo…"
With the strike force gone, Elicia stood beneath the cold spray and forced herself to regain composure.
‘That’s right. Rascal loves me and I love him. There’s no need to rush things.’
Once more wearing the dignified mask befitting the head of a major conglomerate, Elicia stepped out of the shower and picked up her phone. She deliberately avoided looking toward the bed where Rascal still lay. She knew she wouldn’t be able to control herself if she did.
Instead she opened Rascal’s SNS account.
Every post written by elves on the internet was subject to censorship. They remained private, visible only to other elves, until the Imperial Internet Committee approved them for public viewing by other races.
Yet the flood of posts currently appearing on Rascal’s account were ones the committee would never, ever allow other races to see.
"These crazy bastards."
How dare they sexually harass her Rascal like this? If she could, she would sue every last one of them until they came to their senses.
If only that were possible.
Unfortunately, the posts these elves had written could not be reported until an orc saw them. And even if an orc did see them, he would probably just frown at the text harassment and move on. Orcs believed the internet should be free; unless the insults targeted their family, they let it slide.
Of course, it would damage the public image of elves.
No elf would ever show an orc comments this filthy.
"How annoying."
It felt good that her Rascal was receiving attention, but she hated that he was gaining cult-like popularity among other elves. It only created more rivals.
Elicia wasn’t the only one thinking this way.
Iris, who had been reading the comments, immediately began her campaign of media suppression.
‘Our’ Rascal…?
Twitch. Twitch.
Two, then three angry veins bulged on Elicia’s forehead as she read.
"Ha. That’s hilarious."
If Iris truly were in a romantic relationship with Rascal, no matter how difficult things became, he would never have put his cock inside Elicia’s pussy. Orcs did not betray their lovers—ever.
If he had no lover, he would provide the sex service as much as requested. But if he did have one, he would refuse no matter how much money was offered. To spread lies as if she were his lover was unforgivable!!
Elicia’s fingers flew across the screen.
"This bitch?"
Iris’s fingers began dancing just as quickly after reading Elicia’s reply. To call their love a delusion when they were so clearly devoted to each other was ridiculous.
Look at those honey-sweet goodnight messages right before bed!! Look at them exchanging warm wishes!! This was clearly the behavior of lovers.
Iris’s and Elicia’s fingers danced furiously across their phone screens. The moment one spoke, the other countered with an attack. What had begun as an internet comment war was now an all-out battle with no room for retreat.
Yielding here meant decay. Hesitation meant death.
With the mindset of characters from a famous manhwa, the two women fought savagely until Rascal—who had woken up, washed, and dressed—spoke.
"Chairwoman. Shall we head to the department store?"
Both women posted the exact same reply at the same time, each convinced she had won. Without bothering to check the other’s response, they both shut off their phones.
"Why is the Duchess here?"
"Isn’t it obvious? Because our Rascal came here as the promotional model."
A little time passed. The moment the two women met again inside the department store, sparks began to fly.