Black and Green: Why the Hostility Toward This Innocent Orc?
Why were you and me, black and green, showing such raw hostility toward a pure, innocent, semen-white, blank-page orc like myself, one who couldn't be trusted? I recalled the first time I'd met Lenaris.
"Nooooooo!!!"
"Let me go! No more, I hate this!!!"
I was grinning contentedly in the underground prison, watching my kids diligently pounding away at the bitches, when Gojuju called out to me.
"Boss! Boss!"
"What!"
"Come here! Come here!"
I was right in the middle of enjoying a raw orc ravishment show with zero censorship unfolding before my eyes—don't interrupt, man. I waved him off dismissively, gesturing that whatever it was, he should handle it himself.
"The slave you ordered is here!"
"Oh shit."
You can't ignore a delivery. Parents and kids mean nothing in the face of a package. I told my sons to keep at it on their own and bolted over to Gojuju.
It wasn't exactly my order—the little shit had bought it on his own from some auction house—but does it make sense for an orc to hate bitches? Hell no, it doesn't. One bitch is good; two are better. Cackling like the wicked orc I am, wondering what merciless fun I'd have with the new meat today, I hurried along.
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There was a goblin dragging a handcart loaded with a massive wooden box tied up with a ribbon.
Were slaves getting packaged like this these days? I lifted the box off the cart and set it down, then inspected it closely for any damage. This wasn't some modern delivery with bubble wrap—no way they'd pack it that fancy. If the box was busted, that'd be a big problem.
After eyeballing it for a good while, I yanked the ribbon. Like it was waiting for me, the ribbon unraveled, and the box split wide open east, west, south, and north with a massive crack.
And then, "Oh."
Out came a slender(?) dark elf with black hair like the night sky—deep, sucking you in—tied back in a ponytail.
I'd seen elves on the battlefield before, but a dark elf was a first, so I cautiously reached out.
"Don't touch my body, you filthy...!"
Slash!
"Ow, fuck."
The dark elf's eyes snapped open, and somehow she'd smuggled a piece of metal in before getting boxed up. Wait, ow? Nah, that was a knife?
My left wrist sprayed blood straight onto the ground as my hand dropped. The dark elf, drenched in my blood, leaped into the air like a squirrel trying to escape—right that instant,
"Stay still!"
"Kuh!!"
As Gojuju barked, the collar around the dark elf's neck flashed, freezing her mid-jump in a rigid pose before she crashed onto the stone floor.
"Goddammit, even if it's a transplanted arm, it's still my arm attached to my body."
My own flesh and blood—by now, I was used to bits falling off, no pain or anything. I picked up my hand, dusted it off, rubbed it against my wrist, and it stuck back on like glue.
"But what's her deal?"
She was stuck rigid mid-leap like a bird struck by lightning, eyes darting comically. I shot Gojuju a look, and he glared at her with utter disdain before answering.
"It's an Obedience Collar!"
"Oh?"
"It stops them from attacking their owner and forces obedience to commands. Right now, I'm registered as her owner, so she went after you, Boss! Sorry!"
"Huh? Nah, it's fine. How do you change the owner?"
"You sure you're okay, Boss? This bitch dared attack you as a mere slave—"
"I'm no slave, you filthy goblin!"
"Looks fun. Anyway, transfer ownership to me quick."
Lock her in a cell and break her in good. The moment I said that,
"No, I'll handle it!"
Sylvia appeared out of nowhere, looking pissed as hell, glaring daggers at the fallen dark elf.
"Wait, you'll handle it?"
"This insolent pointy-eared wench touched my master without knowing her place—she needs some manners beaten into her!"
"Ah, so what the hell did she (Sylvia) do to you?!"
"Don't play dumb! You're trying to make me, with my own mouth, recount the humiliating things that whore did to me, just to torment me further in shame!"
"You know it."
"..."
She probably didn't expect me to admit it so readily. Lenaris stared at me like, what kind of freak is this guy? then squeezed her eyes shut and said,
"I've heard orcs value honor."
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Did they? Well, orcs lived like total scumbags, but on the battlefield, they had a certain gentlemanly code. Gentlemen who splashed their semen everywhere.
"If you're a true orc, release me from these chains. Face me in fair combat. If you're a real male, a true orc, you won't run from my challenge."
Lenaris locked her pitch-black eyes—matching her hair—onto mine, her gaze earnest yet burning with the warrior's resolve of one challenging a true orc, a fighter like me.
It was the same steely determination I'd once seen in Sylvia or Veronica, the fire of unyielding fighters harboring resolve in their hearts. But,
"Nah, pass."
"What?"
"Why the fuck would I fight you?"
"Didn't you understand me? If you're a true warrior—"
"You talk all high and mighty about fair fights, but you don't actually plan to face me head-on yourself."
She flinched—see, instant reaction.
"From the jump, you spout crap about warrior honor while slicing off people's hands on first sight. Why should I buy that?"
"Th-that was—!"
"And above all,"
I squatted down in front of Lenaris and reached for her body. She freaked out, thrashing wildly at my touch, but I ignored it effortlessly and groped her from her plump tits down to her limbs, back, belly—every inch.
Smooth skin overall, that slutty outfit clinging tight could fool you into dropping your guard, but after handling so many bitches, think I'd fall for it?
"Never thought I'd see the day an assassin lectures about 'fair play'?"
Slender build, less muscle than knight-types like Veronica or Sylvia, but I felt those wiry assassin muscles under my fingers—proof she prioritized speed! Hell, she showed up in full stealth gear and expects me to believe her 'fair fight' bullshit!
"Ugh, you still haven't been broken enough to lie so brazenly."
"Hmph, busted, huh? Fine, straight talk: if you value your life, release me now! I'll at least spare you."
Now she was full-on shitting bricks with bravado.
"You really haven't grasped the situation, have you?"
"What?"
I stared hard at the collar around Lenaris's neck and said,
"Tell me, Lenaris. What did Sylvia do to you?"
"Wh-what?!"
Whether it was fear from my impassive gaze or disgust at having to recount it herself, Lenaris shook her head furiously, defying my order—but
"No way! I absolutely won't—GRAAAAAHHH!!"
ZZZAP! ZZZZZT! Electricity crackled as she screamed, convulsing in agony.
She must've resisted hard—my first time seeing this dark elf, and she was turning into a crispy fried chicken. Worried, I signaled the collar to stop, and the sparks died down.
"Hahk... kuhh... ugh... haaaah..."
"Obedience Collar's the real deal, solid performance."
"You... cowardly... bastard..."
"Feeling chatty now?"
"Fuck... off... (ZZZAP!) Eeeeek?!"
Just so you know, I could toggle the shock function at will. From groping her earlier, she felt like a vet in this department, so maybe...
"Wanna zap her for five minutes straight?"
"N-no! D-don't! Don't do iiiit!! GRAAAAHHH!!"
Shit, I needed safety goggles or something—flames shooting everywhere like this, gonna ruin my eyes.
"Then spill it! I'm not asking for secret base locations or anything—how's it that hard?!"
"Hiiiik?! F-fine, I'll talk! I'll tell you! Stop, stoooop!!"
Every damn bitch I meet pulls this shit, hell-bent on beating me. I halted the collar again and asked the limp Lenaris,
"So, what did Sylvia do to you?"
"Sh-she... haa... haa... that whore, that whore... she did to me..."
Thud.
"Ah, fuck!!!"
She passed out!