Corruption Resumes Once More
A little time passed, and then came the sounds of "slurrrp, slurrrp."
"M-Master's... semen..."
"So delicious..."
Veronica, Silveryia, and Snow were on all fours, asses held high, lapping up the puddle of semen I'd splattered across the floor like dogs with their tongues hanging out. Semen dripped thickly from the sloppy cunts of Veronica and Silveryia—everyone but Snow—stirring my lust anew. But if I kept going, Snow might really throw a tantrum, so I decided to hold off. Maybe I'll give her a proper hug tomorrow instead? I thought, letting my cock swing as I left the sows behind, lost in their frenzy of licking.
The moment I stepped out of the cell, "What're you looking at?"
"..."
My eldest, Silver Grizzly, stared at me with a sullen face. Even to my old human eyes, this kid didn't look like a typical orc—I had no idea what was going through his head.
"What now?"
His expression screamed dissatisfaction to anyone watching, and worse, he wouldn't even meet my eyes.
"Yeah, you smug bastard, you've really made a gentleman of yourself, huh?"
He'd always nitpicked whenever I fucked Silveryia, and it was starting to grate. This time, he'd picked the wrong fight, so I shot back snidely. But his response caught me off guard.
"When I first got the summons, I couldn't believe it—but to think Grandmother had truly become Father's sow... I'm shocked. Even if you schemed by holding Mother hostage..."
"Pure luck."
Was he calling my tactics sneaky?
"Luck, Father?"
My answer must've surprised him; Silver's eyes went wide as he stared.
He was obsessed with martial prowess, so he probably figured it'd teach him something useful.
"An old saying goes: scheming is the work of men on earth, but success comes from heaven's will. I never thought my ploy with your mother would work so smoothly. You know who Veronica is, don't you?"
"...Yes. Even if she surrendered her body, she'd never yield to Father—she's waiting for the moment to strike back."
Conquering Veronica the normal way would've been damn near impossible. But by sheer chance, I'd made her wander outside in her underwear, and by another fluke, I spotted the love juices trickling down her thighs. Otherwise, I'd still be wasting time sweet-talking her... or I'd be dead.
"..."
Silver grimaced at the crude tale, but true to his smarts, he quickly grasped my point. Still, he looked queasy from the lewd details, his face sour as ever.
"Hey, you're an orc, right? So why act all high and mighty like you're above it?"
"Pardon? I know I'm an orc, but mounting sows with such mean methods like yours..."
"Oh, so that's your kink? Like, dragging a defeated female knight from the battlefield as war spoils and pounding her senseless?"
"Wh-What are you saying?!"
Jackpot—he was flustered. I cackled, slapping his shoulder like I totally got it. Anyone seeing my eyes right now might think I was a dad forgiving his kid for jerking off.
"You imagine it too, huh? Ripping off her half-shattered armor while she struggles, slamming a gut punch into her belly—oh, careful with that. Your mom's tough; it'd kill most other knights."
"..."
Silver shot me an exasperated look and spun away toward the underground waterway.
"Kid's the real deal," I muttered. His holier-than-thou scholar act had always annoyed me, but spotting the bulge in his pants sealed it. There are no good orcs in this world.
Just then, the resocialization(?) of the maids Veronica had brought earlier wrapped up. The cell door they'd entered swung open, and my tenth and eleventh sons emerged, patting the maids' asses with satisfied grins.
-Aaaah... More, more! Orc cock!
-I'll definitely get pregnant, just a little more~
Unlike when they'd first arrived, the maids now gazed at my sons with hearts exploding in their eyes. Fitting for my boys—their talent for corrupting bitches with their cocks was unmatched. The lads clearly fancied these new females too, reluctant to let go, but as I'd instructed, shift change was nigh.
-Time to say goodbye~ We'll meet again~
Exactly three hours in, the alarm blared through the prison. With a rumble, every cell door slid open. The maids, dripping semen from their asses despite their reluctant faces, emerged in the arms of my other sons.
-I didn't get enough loads yet!
-Aaaah... Such a shame...
-I'll come back tomorrow!
The veteran maids fished their maid outfits from the baskets by the doors, slipping them on haphazardly before grabbing the newbies by the hair and dragging them back upstairs. As seniors, they'd brief the rookies on their "education" going forward.
But that wasn't the end. Ten minutes after the females cleared out?
-Kyaaaaah! Orc niiims!!
-We're heeeere!!
-Love us lots today too!
The next shift poured down, throwing themselves at my sons again. I'd figured there'd be complaints about three hours of fucking followed by ten minutes rest, but my boys—addicted to soft human flesh—didn't gripe. Hell, they even thanked me. Not a bad outcome.
At first, we'd lured females here one or two at a time, cautious as thieves. Now? Eighty percent of the mansion's bitches were corrupted slaves to my sons' cocks, faithful breeding sows.
In a few months, new orcs would be born. Keep multiplying—one, two, three—we'd seize this territory without breaking a sweat. Like a plague spreading one by one, then two by two... conquering the continent might not be a pipe dream.
My sons hauled their new shifts into private rooms one by one. Doors slammed, and human moans echoed through the underground once more.
Another bumper crop at the orc farm today. The farm lord—me—smiled contentedly as I crossed to the room opposite my sows' cell. The one where Silveryia had emerged earlier in her bondage gear.
"Ugh..."
Chained spread-eagle with iron manacles, a female gagged with a bamboo bit awaited. Just your average bitch? No—this one was special, tough to break, making me hesitate on group housing with the humans.
Tanned skin like she'd been sun-kissed, hair black as the night sky, breasts swelling proudly—not envying Veronica's—and a beauty proving she wasn't human, complete with long, pointed ears.
That's right. A dark elf lay before me.
"Aww, you poor thing, really suffering, huh?"
Clad in a skintight suit like something out of a Daimao series, the dark elf said nothing—but her eyes seethed with murderous hate.
"Hey, I'm in a good mood, so I'll let you speak. Special service."
"Ptoo! You filthy orc!"
"..."
Instant regret. Why did she hate me so much, like I'd personally wronged her?
"Calling me a filthy orc the second you see one? That's no way to behave."
Speciesism might not matter now, but it'd be a human rights nightmare in the distant future.
"Hmph, then unlock these shackles if you want me to talk nicely."
"Can't do that. You'd bolt. So, your name...?"
She rattled her chains mockingly. Come to think of it, what was her name? I slyly checked the tag on her collar.
"Lenaris."
"Don't say my name so casually."
"Quiet."
At my word, the collar around dark elf Lenaris's neck glowed. She clamped her mouth shut just as she opened it to retort.
"Impressive. So this is the Obedience Collar."
In ancient times, slave magic was primitive, so we'd used geas-like contracts like the one on Veronica. But leave it to a eunuch goblin shaman—expert in such arts—to craft this dog-collar artifact, forcing absolute obedience to the master's commands.
"I didn't even do anything. Keep rebelling like this, and I'll have to get mad."
I'm no Silver, but I'm a gentleman orc at heart. Lenaris just snorted derisively.
"Hmph. I can guess your character from how that vile human bitch treats you like dirt!"
She glanced behind me—toward Silveryia in the opposite cell.
"What'd she do?"
"You pretending not to know?!"
"Huh."
I genuinely didn't, though I could guess. But I wanted to hear it straight from this bitch's mouth.