First Client (3)
Sweat trickled down my back.
What time is it now?
Four in the morning.
The clock seemed to be mocking me, screaming that I was completely fucked.
I'd clearly entered Iris's room around midnight, which meant I'd been using her mouth pussy for four straight hours.
"Goddamn it. An orc's sex drive is...!!"
I'd lost myself in a trance, pounding away at Iris's mouth pussy without any sense of time.
"Kehuk... cough, cough!!"
Iris, her entire face and even the pillow coated in thick layers of semen, began to cough violently.
"Is she... awake?"
I cautiously reached for her eyelid—no, even that felt too dangerous. Instead, I gently pinched her eyebrow and lifted it.
Mmm~
"Phew... she's still fast asleep."
Even with her eyebrow lifted, Duke Iris's pupils refused to focus. They swam aimlessly, lost in deep slumber.
I sent a wave of infinite gratitude toward the sleeping pills the boss had given me.
"Hmm..."
Now, how the hell was I supposed to clean up this mess?
I'd only wanted to teach that arrogant noble bitch how cruel the world could be by using her mouth pussy to my heart's content, but...
This was definitely a crime.
Shit... why did I do something like this...!!
Maybe it was because I'd finally released all that pent-up lust. Only now was the weight of my mistake crashing down on me.
If it weren't for these damned orc instincts, I would've held back...
"No."
Why should I hold back?
No matter how good the money was, she was the bitch who had trampled all over my pride.
I'd spent my entire previous life as an orphan, always watching my back and reading the room. Now that I was an orc who lived by his instincts, I refused to do that anymore...!
Especially not with a rude woman like her...!
I immediately pulled out my phone and started taking pictures. As I freely snapped shot after shot of Iris's face completely covered in my semen, the frustration boiling in my chest eased a little.
I left her room exactly as it was.
If she tried to kill me tomorrow, I'd use these photos to blackmail her. If she reported me and forced me to face the law's judgment, I'd accept it. But if she tried to burn me alive simply because her feelings were hurt...
I'd upload these photos to the internet immediately.
A title like that would generate plenty of clicks. It would be the perfect final gift to give her before I died.
"Whew... maybe I should play some games."
Even though I'd pulled an all-nighter, sleep wouldn't come. I'd steeled my resolve, but my mind was still a mess, so I turned on the game console.
"Oh... this game is designed to make elves horny as hell."
The thrilling game installed on it quickly swept away all my worries.
*
The moment Orc Rascal left the room, Iris opened her eyes.
"Ah, what a waste...!!"
She immediately dropped to all fours in front of the pillow soaked with spilled semen and began licking it up with reverent strokes of her tongue.
If any other elves had seen this, she would have been stripped of her noble title on the spot and reduced to a commoner... no, a criminal.
Not because she was on all fours like a vulgar bitch lapping up semen from a pillow.
That was actually a sight perfectly befitting an elf noble.
After all, having one's face and pillow drenched in orc semen was the ultimate fantasy for every elf.
But fantasy was just fantasy.
It was the kind of thing that only happened in porn videos where a human wearing an orc costume sprayed fake semen made from egg whites. It wasn't supposed to happen in reality.
Wasting orc semen was one of the gravest sins imaginable.
Failing to swallow every drop of the load shot into one's mouth and letting it spill onto a pillow was a crime so severe that even the Empress of the Elvenheim Empire would be forced to abdicate.
"Gulp. Gulp."
Yet Iris wanted to show this sight to the world.
Being punished for wasting orc semen only applied when an elf forced an orc to ejaculate against his will.
But this semen had all been given by Rascal for Iris. And for a full four hours!
It was more than enough to earn the envy of every other elf.
An orc had personally used her mouth like a pussy! And not just any orc—one of those famously sincere orcs!
The same orcs who never sold their bodies, no matter what.
....
He probably doesn't like me or anything...
But Iris didn't let herself dream. She refused to hope.
Just yesterday she'd dared to dream after he'd shown her his defenseless sleeping face, only to end up thrown to the floor in tears that very evening.
That had been roughly eight hours ago...
Because they were such an earnest race, perhaps they simply acted the same way they did at Orc Delivery with other species.
That's what Iris told herself.
It made sense. After all, he'd shouted things like:
He'd practically announced that she, having taken sleeping pills, needed to remain unconscious!
Iris simply concluded that Orc Rascal had been reenacting one of the most popular genres on the elves-only porn sites.
He hadn't used the sleeping pills because he hated her. He'd done it precisely to perform this act...!
Of course, it hadn't developed into a romantic relationship.
"Hehe..."
Still, the fact that an orc was willing to use his body for such lewd acts with her had to mean he found her at least somewhat attractive!
Iris smiled so widely it looked like her mouth might tear at the corners and buried her face in the pillow. Her tongue had already licked up every last drop of Orc Rascal's semen, but the scent still clung to the fabric, invading her nose with every breath.
Just smelling it made her feel like marriage couldn't be far away.
*
"What time is it now?"
I'd been gaming since dawn. The sunlight streaming through the window finally snapped me back to reality.
...Truthfully, the sunlight had been stabbing my eyes for hours, but I'd refused to acknowledge that time was passing.
I simply hadn't wanted to face my guilt...
"I'm such trash...!"
In reality, I didn't feel even a shred of guilt.
Using Iris's mouth pussy?
I'd simply shown that arrogant woman the bitter taste of the world so she could learn to be more careful next time...!!
If anything, I deserved praise.
To be completely honest, the game had simply been too fun. The sight of a slender elf in a skimpy swimsuit hunting monsters had been so captivating that I'd lost all track of time.
"Hoo... I should probably get going now, huh?"
I had no idea why that hot-tempered duchess still hadn't come looking for me. It was already almost ten in the morning.
"Maybe it's because I stayed up all night, but I'm actually sleepy."
My body felt a little stiff from the lack of sleep. I stretched as I opened the door.
"Whoa...!!"
The moment the door swung open, I found myself staring into Duke Iris Ancard's crimson eyes. She was giving me that signature glare of hers.
Unlike the comfortable loungewear she'd worn yesterday, she was now dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit that radiated noble dignity.
But why is she showing off so much cleavage and her navel...?
The real problem was how inappropriately revealing the outfit was. The way she proudly displayed her cleavage and midriff seemed deliberately designed to make my cock spring to attention.
Do all elves dress like this?
Come to think of it, every elf I'd met so far had worn outfits that were vaguely erotic. I'd assumed it was because it was summer, but after putting on the clothes left in my room, I realized that wasn't the case.
The outfit I was wearing now wasn't the skin-tight clothes my little sisters had bought me. These were garments Iris had prepared specifically for her employees.
The moment I put them on, a cool breeze caressed my body so perfectly that I didn't need an air conditioner at all.
I could truly feel the greatness of magic.
In any case, the noble standing before me—Duke Iris Ancard—was wealthy enough to prepare such luxurious clothing for her staff.
I doubted someone of her status would reveal so much skin in front of a stranger simply because of the heat. Perhaps she dressed this way to feel the wind and become one with nature.
That seemed plausible.
"Your Grace."
I had no idea why she was standing in front of my door.
But this was the same woman who had tried to burn me alive yesterday simply because I'd said I wanted to go home.
Maybe she truly hadn't noticed what I'd done?
How could she not notice...?
Had she somehow missed the pillow drenched in semen that would have been the first thing she saw upon waking?
No, it was possible. She might not have looked in the mirror before washing up. She could have simply assumed the pillow and bed felt slightly damp.
If so, that was incredibly lucky for me.
"What is it?"
"Um... what would you like me to do first?"
"...Your only job is to make me dinner. Understood?"
"Then... what should I do with the rest of my time...?"
Maybe it was residual guilt from my actions. I couldn't meet her eyes, so I answered while staring at the floor.
...Guilt my ass.
It was because the sight of her cleavage and navel visible through that black suit was making me involuntarily aroused!
This is fucking ridiculous~!!
Why do elves—from my little sisters to government workers—insist on dressing so provocatively...!!
Even the boss had been wearing a cheongsam that would show her panties the moment she crossed her legs. Even without crossing them, the full line of those perfect legs was visible...
Gulp.
Just remembering those smooth legs made saliva pool in my mouth.
Damn these orc instincts.
Anyway, I had to hold back right now. The woman in front of me was a crazy bitch who could incinerate me at any moment...!!
"For the rest of your time... rest comfortably."
"Understood."
Rest comfortably for the rest of the time?
This was the ultimate sweet gig!!
Watching Iris leave the mansion as if she had urgent business, I cheered inwardly.
Was there any part-time job in the world this good? All I had to do was make dinner...!!
I still didn't understand why she'd flipped the table yesterday, but the fact that she was letting me stay suggested it was just mood swings. Maybe my cooking had actually suited her tastes?
If not, there'd be no reason to keep me around.
"Does this mean I can keep using her mouth pussy?"
The best part was that she hadn't noticed anything despite me covering her face and the pillow in semen. Which meant I could continue my "education" of our rude Duke Iris's mouth pussy.
For now, though... I'd stayed up all night.
Time to get some sleep.
That night.
I fed Iris sleeping pills once again and slipped into her room.
"You rude female... treating people who work hard for you like that? This won't do. Deploying the etiquette injector."