Manners Injector Dispatch (1)
The elven driver took one look at Iris’s glistening face and immediately imagined a horrific crime.
Surely she hadn’t raped the orc he had driven yesterday…
Then I must help him…!!
If so, he would assist the orc he had transported yesterday, and from that budding connection, a beautiful love might…
“What are you doing? Why aren’t we moving?”
“Ah, yes, right away.”
That sort of thing would never happen….
The driver shook off his delusions at Iris’s words and skillfully pulled the car away from the curb.
There wasn’t an elf alive who didn’t know Orc Delivery. It was a place even commoners used frequently, so how could anyone be ignorant of it?
The driver himself had never called an actual orc, but he had occasionally summoned humans or beastmen wearing orc costumes to relieve his sexual frustration.
Of course, there was that one time when money was tight and he had only called two humans. He had ended up in the hospital, then at the police station, and finally forced into a settlement agreement… but that was beside the point.
Anyway, the elven driver had long dreamed of one day purchasing an orc from that place for a pseudo-romance, so he understood the system well.
They had installed countless protective measures for orcs who might be assaulted by elves. There were relic-grade artifacts that activated the moment a threat was detected, along with magic that constantly recorded the surrounding situation.
If Archduchess Iris tried to forcibly rape an orc? The news would reach Orc Delivery from the imperial palace in under a minute. Within five minutes, an elven rapid-response strike team superior to the imperial knights would arrive and apprehend the archduchess.
That was how seriously Orc Delivery took the safety of its orcs. No matter how powerful an archduchess Iris might be, it would be impossible.
Even if she were the queen herself.
*
Crack. Crunch.
“Nnghh—!!”
The sound of muscles popping every time I woke up.
It was a sound considered bad for humans, but for an orc it simply meant energy efficiency—muscles that had lost power during sleep were regaining their strength.
Crack. Crunch.
Listening to the sound of torn muscles reattaching themselves while I slept, I looked around the mansion.
“Good morning.”
“…Good morning.”
Maids?
When I left my room and wandered the mansion, I encountered several women dressed in maid uniforms. There seemed to be roughly ten of them.
What the…
Was the reason I didn’t have to do anything in the morning because this many people were handling all the housework?
Then why am I the one who has to make dinner?
I see now.
This archduchess clearly had a weak morning routine. She probably woke up at such a precarious time that she wouldn’t even notice if her face was covered in semen.
Naturally, she skipped breakfast. For lunch, as a noble, she would eat at the imperial palace or with other nobles.
That left only dinner. If there was a dedicated chef, they might be bribed to add poison, so perhaps she used short-term contract cooks like me?
Well… eating out would probably be safer and tastier than my cooking, which didn’t even have proper certification.
…After thinking about it from various angles, I still wasn’t sure.
It’s not like I had ever lived in a world with nobles before.
“Good morning.”
“Yes… Ah, good morning.”
Deciding I needed information, I greeted one of the women in maid uniforms—the prettiest one. Just looking at her was a pleasure for the eyes.
But she didn’t seem pleased that I had spoken to her.
Damn orcs…
I think my face is rather handsome… Is the skin color the problem?
It seemed that orcs who went around raping anyone they wanted were considered enemies by women. Otherwise, this beautiful woman wouldn’t be looking at me with such fear, as if she didn’t know what I might do…!!
So not just elves, but humans dislike me too.
To already be at a disadvantage in courtship simply because I’m an orc…!
But I don’t give up easily. Even in my previous life, when I was uglier than this orc body, I never gave up and would find some way to talk to the pretty older sisters.
“You all must have been working here for a long time.”
“Ah… Yes, that’s right.”
“Would you like me to help?”
“What?! N-no, you mustn’t. How could we ask such a thing of an honored orc…”
“Hey~ It’s fine. Really.”
I grabbed a rag along with the maids and started cleaning beside them.
The mansion was disgustingly large. It looked like cleaning would take quite a while.
“Oh my…!!”
“What should we do…”
Were they amazed to see an orc cleaning diligently? The maids didn’t know how to react to my behavior.
“Ahem…!! Honored Orc. May I have a word? I am the head maid.”
While I was cleaning, an elderly woman who introduced herself as the head maid called out to me.
“What is it?”
At the same time, Archduchess Iris appeared.
“Y-Your Grace…!! T-this is…”
“What? Is Rascal holding a rag? Did you make him do it?”
“N-no, we didn’t…!!”
Slap—!!
Before she could even offer an excuse, the head maid’s head snapped to the side.
“Get out.”
“Y-Your Grace! I was wrong! Please forgive me! I have granddaughters I must feed. Just once, please show mercy!!”
What the hell was going on?
“You’re all fired as of today. Tsk. This is why I say inferior creatures are hopeless.”
“Whoa, whoa. Hold on. Your Grace, isn’t this too much? Firing them so suddenly? I just woke up and had nothing to do, so I was trying to help!!”
She was going to fire all the maids just because I tried to help out of good will?
What the hell was this bipolar archduchess thinking?
I couldn’t understand it at all, but I stepped between the head maid and Iris.
She’s so damn small.
Iris’s height only reached about my head. Elves were usually around 190 centimeters tall, but they still fell short of the average orc height of 2 meters.
“…If you say so, I understand. The firings are canceled. However… all of you remember this well. If you cross the line one more time, it won’t end with mere dismissal.”
Fuck… What a crazy psychopath.
Why the hell was she so angry just because I was mopping with the maids?
Sleeping pill deployment.
Anyway, for the archduchess who had returned, I immediately began preparing dinner.
The menu was the same as yesterday—steak with wine. Naturally, I mixed sleeping pills into the steak sauce.
Chew. Chew.
Iris cut and ate the meat with practiced movements. Seeing how well she ate, it seemed her crying and raging yesterday had simply been due to bipolar disorder.
Apparently bipolar disorder couldn’t be cured with magic in this world.
Still… why wouldn’t my meat cut properly?
I had prepared a portion for myself as she had requested yesterday, but cutting the meat was harder than I expected. I knew how to cook it, but I hadn’t eaten it often.
Even when I did eat steak, I had always cooked it myself, so instead of using a fancy knife technique I would just cut it up with scissors.
I had no idea how to handle a proper steak knife.
“You’re supposed to hold the knife like this.”
“Oh…!!”
At that moment, Iris approached from behind, took my hand in hers, and corrected my grip. The scent coming from her as she leaned close to my face was incredibly pleasant.
To think I had used this woman who smelled so good like an onahole…
Throb—!!
The thought that I would be violating her mouth again in a few hours made my cock harden instantly.
Clatter!!
Shit—!!
It had gotten so hard that even my highly elastic pants caused the table to shake slightly…!!
“You should be able to do it properly now.”
“Thank you.”
Apparently unaware of my condition, Iris cut the meat a few more times before returning to her seat.
Her behavior had changed so drastically.
But I knew the truth. Yesterday she had threatened me and flipped the table. Today she had even done that to an elderly human head maid who seemed much older than her…!!
I could not forgive her.
When night finally fell, I headed straight for Iris’s room.
“…”
When I opened the door and entered, I saw Iris deep in sleep. Even in her black suit, she looked elegant—but that only lasted a moment.
“This ill-mannered female… Treating people who worked so hard like that? This won’t do. Manners Injector, dispatch.”
I immediately pulled down my pants and took out my cock, which was already eagerly anticipating what was to come.
It was so large that it was hard to believe it had all fit into her small mouth yesterday.
I wanted to shove it straight into that tiny mouth right now, but everything had its proper order.
Having confirmed that she wouldn’t wake easily, I decided to be a bit bolder today.
Unlike yesterday, she was wearing a suit. Even if her body became disheveled, her breasts wouldn’t be visible. The dress she had worn yesterday had only exposed one breast despite all the violent movement.
Tap. Tug.
So today, I decided to free her breasts first. Yesterday I had only used her mouth out of nervousness.
Today I wanted to enjoy the full course, not the simple one.
“Whoa…”
Just how many cups were these?
“G? H?”
I had no idea. Was she not wearing a bra because she couldn’t find one that fit? Or had she simply forgotten today?
I wasn’t sure. Maybe there was magic that prevented breasts from chafing.
I slowly began to fondle her enormous breasts. The sensation was incredibly soft.
Now I understood why men said touching these alone relieved all their stress. Even my hostility and anger toward Iris were vanishing, replaced by the thought that she was utterly lovable…!!
“Still, I have to do what I have to do.”
But no matter what, the fact that Iris was a bitch didn’t change.
I stopped fondling her breasts and rubbed my cock against her lips.
“Mmm… Mmh… Chu♡”
Did her body remember that this was the cock that had thoroughly pleasured her mouth-pussy yesterday?
Iris pushed her lips forward as if kissing the glans.
“Were you really that hungry for cock?”
“Haa…”
Her mouth opened as if she had been waiting for it. Was it because she had experience now?
Yesterday I had needed to move her legs to check if she was really asleep, but today was different. The sleeping pill’s effectiveness was trustworthy—it hadn’t woken her even after all that commotion yesterday!!
“Manners injection, commence.”
I slowly pushed my cock into Iris’s mouth-pussy. Feeling the satisfying way her mouth gripped me as if she were awake, I began to move my hips gently.