Eclipse Department Store (3)
Changing a company's image is no easy feat.
The stigma of a department store that had angered the orcs by mistakenly admitting a human who had only recently become a noble was not something that could be washed away overnight.
Yet the moment Rascal—the very orc who had flown into a rage that day—began working as the store's advertising model, countless posts flooded social media claiming that orcs would flock to the place within a single day.
Where orcs gathered, elves were sure to follow. Even with an entry fee of five million won for non-VIP elves, the lines stretched long. The image of the Eclipse Department Store was steadily recovering its former glory.
All of it was thanks to Rascal.
Elicia couldn't help but adore him for it.
But the woman who should have been in the best mood of her life right now had instead plunged into the worst.
Hehe. Can you see it? The way our Rascal is rock-hard?
Her own persistent efforts—pressing her ample chest against him with arms crossed—had elicited no reaction whatsoever. Yet the instant Iris appeared, his cock had swelled as if ready to burst. Elicia's sky-high pride and self-esteem crashed straight into the dirt.
Is he interested in Iris instead of me?
She had never once considered herself inferior to those noblewomen who had nothing but their family names to boast about, like the Duchess Ancard. Her own achievements spoke for themselves: a businesswoman who had elevated a barren barony into a thriving county. In a few hundred years, her position would be unassailable, perhaps even earning her family a place among the empire's prestigious houses.
Yet seeing Rascal choose Iris over her made Elicia taste despair for the first time in her life. The bitter realization of being born into an insignificant bloodline crushed her.
So bloodline really is everything…?
The great elf houses had intermarried with orcs for generations. Was that why orcs were drawn to their power and prestige?
For the first time, a fierce longing for what she lacked burned inside Elicia Silbern.
"Wow… this is insane."
"The Eclipse Group really went all out…"
"Having elves on both arms like that… it's so hot♡"
"Just look at those forearms… I wish he'd wrap them around my throat…!"
Whatever dark thoughts Elicia harbored, the sight of Rascal striding forward with a massive erection threatening to rip through his pants while flanked by both Iris and herself drew only envy from the other elves.
Crack!
"Kyaaaah!!!"
"We'll be removing you for sexual harassment. Please come with us."
Elves who crossed the line were immediately subdued by the security guards' stun batons and dragged outside. But no one cared.
"Oh…! Just as my brothers said—the security here is no joke."
"I can relax and enjoy myself with my family."
The orcs, seeing how swiftly even mild harassment was punished, felt completely at ease. The Eclipse Department Store would clearly continue drawing massive crowds.
Where there were orcs, elves followed. Where there were elves, humans and beastkin gathered. That was simply common sense.
"Shall we head to the café?"
Despite her foul mood, Elicia tried to steer them toward the café. After all, she was the one who had hired Rascal. No matter how imposing the Duchess Ancard might be, she could still choose their destination.
A luxurious café reserved exclusively for VIPs. There, she would lavish Rascal with the finest treatment and win back his affection. That was her plan.
"Huff…"
"Ah…"
But the rough, agitated breathing Rascal let out made Elicia flinch. He sounded furious.
Damn it…
She hadn't wanted to show this side of herself in front of Iris. How humiliating would it be if the other woman realized an elf had lost all initiative in bed, flinching at his every breath and glance?
Elicia shuddered at the mere thought and forced a calm expression as she looked at Iris.
"Haa… haa…"
Iris's cheeks were flushed, her once-rigid posture now bent. Her thighs were pressed tightly together in an awkward, trembling stance.
Wh-what…?
Shock, confusion, and relief washed over Elicia's face.
Judging by Iris's unstable behavior, it was obvious the duchess had completely submitted to Rascal during her session with Orc Delivery. Everyone in noble elf circles already knew the two had slept together.
So I'm not the only trash pussy…!
Relieved that she wasn't alone, Elicia carefully studied Rascal's expression.
"Huff, huff—!!"
His breathing was rough, his face twisted with clear dissatisfaction.
"Lord Rascal? If you don't wish to visit the café, is there somewhere else you'd like to go?"
Elicia clasped her hands respectfully and asked in a polite tone. This wasn't her original plan… but what choice did she have? A mere female like herself could never defy a true male like Rascal.
"I'd like to see where they keep the power suits."
"Right this way."
Soft. So incredibly soft.
The pressure of two massive breasts squeezing against both my arms was pure heaven. They were both fully dressed, yet the sensation was so plush it felt like they were completely naked.
"Huff, huff."
Every time they pressed tighter, my breathing grew rougher.
"Mmph…♡"
"Hnn…♡"
They were both trembling violently. It seemed Elicia and Iris could feel exactly how aroused I was.
Of course they could. My cock was so hard it looked ready to tear through my pants.
A few passing elves took one look at me, received guidance from the security staff, and quickly left the area. My current state was that dangerous.
The trembling grew stronger. I could feel their breasts jiggling up and down with every shiver.
I have to hold it together…!
If I lost control and pounced on them here, even Iris—who could overpower me in a second—would turn me into a well-roasted orc. I wasn't sure why she was shaking so much herself… but it was probably an elf's natural instinct. After all, elves had always been victims to orcs.
"Lord Rascal? If you don't wish to visit the café, is there somewhere else you'd like to go?"
Elicia's timely question pulled me back.
"I'd like to see where they keep the power suits."
I immediately suggested heading there. Nothing could calm my raging sexual urges like the power suits I'd seen before.
"Right this way."
Sensing how dangerous my condition was, Elicia led the way with a stiff expression.
The only problem was how hard she kept pressing her breast against my arm while guiding me.
Still, I managed to reach the power suit showroom without laying a hand on Iris, Elicia, or anyone else in front of all those people.
"Allow me to introduce our department store's pride and joy—the power suit showroom."
"Whoa…!!"
This place was on a completely different scale from the showroom where I'd caused trouble before. I couldn't help but gasp in awe.
Unlike the section for regular customers, the VIP showroom took up an entire floor.
Vrrrr—!
In the distance, someone was moving while wearing a power suit. The sight was enough to set a blazing fire in my chest.
That sleek, gleaming steel armor sparkling under the lights was like the Iron Man from the movies. It had that special something that made every man's heart burn with excitement.
"Rascal?"
"Hm?"
I had been so absorbed that I'd even forgotten about the sensation of the two women's breasts when an orc approached me with a bright smile spread across his face.
Do I know this guy?
Maybe the original owner of this body had been friends with him before I took over.
"Iris Ancard, Duchess of the Empire, greets the Empire's Little Sun."
"Elicia Silbern, Countess of the Empire, greets the Empire's Little Sun."
"The Little Sun welcomes you both."
What the…?
The Empire's Little Sun was the title reserved for the crown prince.
Which meant… the orc standing before me was the imperial crown prince?
For an orc to be born, an elf and an orc had to mate. The same applied to incubators—only by combining an elf's egg with orc semen could you produce an elf or an orc. According to Jenas, humans and beastkin could apparently be born that way too, but…
In any case, if the crown prince was an orc, that meant the current empress's husband was also an orc.
That's news to me.
"Brother! Thanks to you, I was able to gain a great enlightenment. Just as you said—everyone has the right to be free!!"
While I stood there stunned, the crown prince walked up and burst into laughter.
Still, for someone of his position to call me "brother"…
"Thank you for thinking so highly of me, Your Highness the Crown Prince."
"Your Highness? How could brothers address each other so formally!"
"Brother…?"
"Hahaha! Yes, exactly. Rascal! Our brother! You have awakened us! We are truly free!"
Just how much had orcs suffered among elves that a single advertisement I posted on social media could move him to speak like this…?
Ah… Orcs of this world!! Unite!
