SNS Superstar (1)
I felt a slight awkwardness as I stepped out in the bodysuit.
The skintight suit clung so perfectly that it revealed my physique far too explicitly, leaving me a little embarrassed. If only Crown Prince Karzuk had been present, it wouldn’t have felt so bad….
But this place was packed with Duke Iris Ancard, Countess Elicia Silbern, Crown Prince Karzuk and the knights guarding him, along with all the attending servants.
Every single gaze was locked on me… there was no way I could avoid feeling embarrassed.
“Ahem… I’ve got it on. What do I do next?”
“I’ll show you. Hic…♡ Urp…♡ I’m sorry…. It seems my stomach is a little upset.”
Elicia, who had followed me out with her head bowed low, approached while wiping her mouth after a burp. No wonder her stomach felt off….
After all, I had just emptied every last drop of the semen I couldn’t pump into her pussy earlier, afraid it might overflow.
She had cleaned my cock, slick with a mixture of her own love juices and my cum, so of course her insides would be in bad shape.
“I see. Your stomach must feel truly awful, huh? Still, shouldn’t a noble maintain proper etiquette? Our dear Countess Elicia Silbern?”
Iris seemed to think Elicia’s crude semen-flavored burp was damaging noble dignity. She stood in front of her with an angry expression and began to scold her.
Boing. Boing.
Their breasts collided, creating a spectacular sight.
Elicia’s massive mammaries, every bit as impressive as Iris’s enormous tits, slammed together and radiated powerful presence toward each other.
As if battling in accordance with their owners’ fury, the two tightly pressed breasts began to jiggle softly, moving in every direction with the slightest motion.
If I could just slide my cock between them…
No! Fuck! Damn this orc body! It hadn’t even been that long since I came, yet I was already on the verge of getting hard again.
“No, it feels absolutely perfect? You might not know, Duchess♡ Hiccup…♡”
Elicia burped deliberately into Iris’s face as if provoking her.
The vulgar act of releasing a burp that undoubtedly carried the scent of my semen right into Iris’s face made her expression twist like a yaksha.
“That’s mine…”
“Enough!! Duke Iris Ancard! Are you Rascal’s employer right now? If you came all the way here to fight, then go back!!”
“No, Your Highness. I apologize. Forgive me. I showed you an unsightly side.”
The one who stopped Iris was Crown Prince Karzuk.
With an orc-like, thunderous roar that scolded her, Iris’s face softened and she bowed her head toward me.
Of course she offered no apology to Elicia. She simply returned to her spot and sullenly slurped her drink with loud sucking noises.
Her appearance was like a painting… which suddenly reminded me that I was supposed to be working on SNS. Come to think of it, I was in the middle of a job!
Elicia’s foul mood, which clearly stemmed from her bad relationship with Duke Iris Ancard, wasn’t caused by Iris alone.
It was definitely because I, after receiving the money, had become completely absorbed in the power suit and done nothing else…!
“I’m sorry, Sir Rascal. The interrupter got involved and delayed the explanation.”
“It’s fine. Before that, may I take one photo? I plan to upload it to SNS…”
“Ah… Yes! Of course. How about a shot of me helping you put it on?”
A photo of an elf dressing an orc…?
“Sounds good.”
This was guaranteed to hook every orc. Posting a picture that looked like Elicia was personally helping me into the suit for a race that went crazy for elves?
To orcs, this place would look exactly like paradise.
“I think it’ll look good if we shoot it like this!!”
“Alright.”
She slightly pulled the suit off one shoulder, fully exposing my collarbone, then posed as if she were putting it on me.
“Taking the shot.”
Holding the phone high, I tried to capture the image so that Elicia putting the suit on my bare shoulder would come out perfectly.
“Grind… grind…”
For some reason I could hear Iris fiercely grinding her teeth while glaring at the scene. It felt like I should include her too.
“How about taking one together with Duke Iris Ancard?”
“Hehe!”
At my single sentence she approached at once with a smile as beautiful as a painting.
Click, clack.
My eyes kept drifting to the gracefully swaying hips and the bouncing breasts as she approached without losing her elegant demeanor.
Just why did every elf in this world dress so lewdly?
“Hoo… Then I’ll take it.”
“Wait… This pose would be better. If I’m going to help Countess Elicia, that is.”
Iris, who had drawn close, properly adjusted the suit on me and then switched places with Elicia.
Iris and Elicia now stood on either side of me.
Grab!!
“Uh…!!”
“There… This should be perfect for the shot.”
With the two elves positioned on both sides, I wrapped my arms around their shoulders. Wasn’t this the very definition of flowers in both hands?
This scene was so perfect that even if sued for false advertising I would have no defense. A mere commoner like me had Duke Iris Ancard on one side and Countess Elicia Silbern on the other, resting my hands on their shoulders as if they were my girlfriends.
“T-taking the photo.”
Click-!!
Since both my hands were occupied on the soft, plush shoulders of the elves, one of Crown Prince Karzuk’s attendants took the picture for me with my phone.
When I received the phone back and checked the screen, an utterly unreal scene greeted me.
Two beautiful elves standing on either side of an orc.
Alone it looked like a soldier heading to war, but the moment the two elves entered the frame the entire genre changed.
It looked as if this orc had seized the two women’s weaknesses and was blackmailing them…!
Still, I have to upload it.
Orcs were basically suckers. They would mistake this unrealistic sight for reality and foolishly rush into the department store to spend their money.
“By the way, how exactly do I put this on now?”
After uploading the photo to my SNS account, I finally earned the chance to try on the power suit.
Elf Jena was an ordinary elf you could find anywhere. If there was one thing that set her apart, it was that despite being a commoner, her elf mother had married an orc father.
That fact alone made her an object of envy among elves. Even some lesser nobles tried desperately to earn her favor at least once!!
But now that she had been forced to live independently as an adult, she suffered from the same boiling sexual urges as every other elf.
“Ha… Fuck, it’s just another human in costume…!”
Because her father was an orc, ordinary porn featuring humans or other races wearing orc costumes was nowhere near enough for Jena.
Since she could use the father she saw every day as masturbation material, why would she bother with porn…!
Of course, that very fact had caused her mother, who felt competitive with her own daughter, to forcibly kick her out of the house… but it couldn’t be helped.
The majority of orc-elf marriages were the result of incestuous unions.
It wasn’t because orcs were incestuous by nature. It was obviously the elves’ fault. They could not resist their species-wide instinct to connect with an orc by any means necessary, even if it meant incest.
It was no coincidence that the empire’s Crown Prince Karzuk had steeled himself to sleep with his own older sister and younger sister.
After becoming independent, finding satisfying masturbation material was as difficult as plucking stars from the sky for Jena, whose memory of the last time she had properly seen a real orc had grown hazy.
As she wandered the internet, one particular account caught her eye.
Orc Rascal’s account.
“W-what is this…?”
Gulp.
It wasn’t a particularly lewd photo, yet Jena’s pupils trembled from side to side, her legs politely pressed together while her feet shook.
The orc’s thick arm wrapped around the shoulders of the two elves standing on either side of him.
The solid, bunched shoulders and forearms visible beneath the clinging fabric, the back muscles that seemed to writhe and breathe with every movement, radiated not mere strength but the oppressive aura of a beast that had survived countless battlefields.
Spurt…!!
“N-nosebleed… Ah… Ahh… Ngh…!!”
Seeing such a perfectly sculpted orc body after so long, Jena hurriedly stuffed tissue into her nose while continuing to stare at the photo.
“Hiiik…!! E-even this much…? Y-you orcs are incredible…♡”
And then she finally discovered Rascal’s massive cock.
The shape of a cock she had never once seen while living with her father now filled her vision.
“T-this isn’t photoshop, right…. Yeah… This is the real thing…”
Her fingers began sliding slowly downward.
Just how manly this orc was.
An orc with such a huge frame should have the courage to knock down and ravish at least two elves without hesitation….
It’s only a fantasy, though…
There was no way an orc could actually do that.
Elves were the very incarnation of sexual desire.
No matter how enormous that cock that reached all the way to the lower belly, once it met an elf like her it would cry and beg for mercy.
That’s kind of lame…
She remembered how her father would fidget and sigh helplessly whenever her mother said she was coming back from bathing. That spineless back view was the only flaw Jena had ever seen in her father.
Still, today’s masturbation material was extremely satisfying, so Jena decided to forgive it with a generous heart. After all, it was an orc she would never actually meet. In her fantasies, she would imagine that large hand roughly pressing down on her head and forcing her to take him.
“I told you to stop-!!!”
“Eh…? T-this is?”
While scrolling through another post Rascal had uploaded, Jena thought “as expected” when she saw him being struck with a suppression baton, but then she froze at the unedited version that only elves could see.
“It stings! You females!”
“Ah… Aaah… S-save… save… me…♡♡”
It wasn’t that she had stopped herself; her body simply could not move.
The instant she saw those brutal hands grabbing the elves by their throats and lifting them, the pleasure burned through her brain so intensely that she couldn’t move a single muscle.
Squirt! Squirtsquirtsquirtsquirt!!!
With her pants and panties tossed aside, female juices exploded madly from her pussy. Her slightly hooded clit stood higher than ever, twitching at the faintest breath of air.
“Haaah… haaah…♡ S-save me…♡”
Jena, who could barely breathe, somehow moved her fingers. One hand reached for the emergency call button on her phone.
The other hand.
Slap slap slap♡♡!!
“Ohoooook…♡♡!!”
Plunged into her soaking, hypersensitive pussy.
Her entire body convulsed violently as if electrocuted, spasms ripping through her again and again.
Wee-woo! Wee-woo!!
How much time had passed?
By the time Jena’s body could no longer endure the convulsions and her muscles had completely stiffened, the ambulance arrived and rushed her to the hospital.
“She was hyperventilating and convulsing as though suffering full-body rigor mortis.”
“Again!! Does it make any sense that more than twenty elves have arrived with identical symptoms? We must report to the lord at once that an infectious disease has begun to spread.”
“Understood.”
Since quite a few people had visited the hospital for the same reason as Jena, the doctor immediately concluded it was an infectious disease. If not, then someone had deliberately launched a terrorist attack….
Because of the handful of videos, photos, and posts Rascal had uploaded, the empire began to fall into unexpected chaos.
