Snow White's Naughty Grandma Ambush
As they stepped out into the lord's mansion, the only sound echoing through the halls was the sharp clack-clack of heels on the marble floor with each careful step. Sandwiched between Veronica and Silveryia—the uneasy mother-daughter duo—stood Snow White, her eyes sparkling with curiosity as she peered around the mansion's every corner. An uncomfortable silence stretched between them.
My daughter really...? Veronica wrestled with the shock of her daughter, missing for three years without a word on whether she was even alive, suddenly showing up not just with a woman who looked exactly like her, but one whom her daughter called "Mom." Joy mingled with resentment over those unanswered letters. What do I do...!
Silveryia, meanwhile, felt guilty enough about their three years of radio silence without even broaching the subject first. But with Snow White—this mystery girl who was actually her daughter—boldly calling her "Mom," she wanted nothing more than to bolt, hometown be damned. Cold sweat trickled down her back.
In stark contrast, the root of all evil(?)—Snow White, who had been gawking around in wide-eyed wonder—flashed a devilishly wicked grin at the sight of her mom sweating bullets in front of her grandma. Just like any orc's kid, after all.
"Grandma~!"
"?!"
"S-Snow?!"
Snow White lunged forward, wrapping her arms around Veronica's back mid-stride. Lost in her thoughts, Veronica hadn't anticipated the sudden pounce. The unexpected weight sent her tumbling forward.
Splat! If this were a comic, it would've been the perfect depiction of Veronica's bouncy bust morphing against the unyielding marble floor. Despite being a widow with a daughter like Silveryia, the Isis women retained their timeless beauty and mature allure regardless of age. Veronica's ample breasts, pressed flat against the hard stone, ballooned like a stress ball under someone's weight—taut and ready to burst, yet holding their perfect shape.
Veronica found herself pinned beneath Snow White, while Silveryia flailed in panic, not knowing what to do. Though startled by the surprise attack, Veronica opened her mouth amid the slender fingers roaming her body.
"W-Wait! What are you groping?!"
"S-S-Sorry!"
Sorry? Hardly. Snow White wore a sly, impish grin that even convinced Silveryia watching from the side: Yeah, this kid's definitely Master's daughter. Her fingers swiftly traced over every inch of Veronica's body.
Whoa—Grandma's got an insane body! Feels so good just groping her... wonder what face she'll make crying under Dad's cock?
Like sneaking a bite of the main dish before the mukbang show, Snow White fondled the spots on this prime female—Veronica Isis—that her father, the orc Red Bear, would one day claim, along with her own virginity.
"I-I'm getting up right now! Sorry!"
Having mastered erogenous zones through her excellent "guinea pig" (Silveryia), Snow White pretended to struggle in flustered panic—though she desperately wanted to rise—while reaching for Veronica's plump ass.
Squish!
"H-Hngh...!"
Oh ho?
Pretending to brace herself on the floor, Snow White kneaded deep into the cheek. A nasal moan escaped Veronica. Silveryia gaped with bunny-wide eyes at this vulnerable side of her mother she'd never seen. But the little devil half-orc Snow White, eager to offer up this sow and lose her own virginity, just smirked wickedly. Now for this spot!
This horrific hybrid of orcish malice and human cunning suddenly paled dramatically and screamed.
"Kyaaaaah?! S-S-Sorry! Really, oops—kyaaak?!"
Pretending her hand slipped, she dragged her fingers straight down Veronica's ass crack.
"Ugh... grr... ngh...!"
Was it humiliation at this blue-haired brat casually groping the lord of the territory? Veronica's body trembled faintly. If any servants or maids had been around, they'd have freaked out, begging forgiveness on Snow White's behalf.
But to the eyes of these two sows, steeped in days of lust and desire? Heh...
Pre-corruption Silveryia might've pried Snow White off and given her a few light stomps, daughter or not. But after years viewing everything through a female lens—Silveryia, born a sow and destined to become her dad's sow—the two secretly swallowed hard at Veronica's subtle, heart-eyed glow.
Grandma's got prime sow potential ♥
Hehehe... Acting all cool on the outside, but Mom's just like me... ♥
Snow White savored the unique thrill of groping Veronica—different from her mom—while Silveryia rated her mother's latent sow qualities at 1++ just from seeing her quiver with feminine weakness she'd never have known as a mere knight.
"E-Enough alreaahh...dy!"
At Veronica's moan-laced command, Silveryia snapped to.
"M-Mother?! Are you okay?! Snow! What are you doing? Just get off her already!"
"S-Sorry! My hand really slipped!"
Appetizer time over. In perfect sync, the mother-daughter sows helped Veronica to her feet, instantly wiping away their lewd, wicked smirks to don guilty expressions before her.
What was that just now...?
Veronica, toyed with(?) by these two lusty bitches, was equally baffled. Something unfamiliar yet eerily familiar had tingled through her entire body. Not even a balrog's thunderbolt had zapped her like this. What the hell was it? Had her daughter or this mystery girl seen her shameful reaction? Veronica schooled her face to its usual poker expression and rose.
"...Be more careful."
"Y-Yes! Sorry! Ow!"
Silveryia smacked Snow White's head as if overwhelmed with gratitude, leaving the girl flustered and fidgety.
Am I imagining things?
Was it just her, or did that look less like punishment for Snow White's rudeness... and more like a praising pat? Veronica tilted her head, then suddenly asked,
"By the way, 'Grandma'?"
"Ah... well..."
Snow White faltered under the silver-haired, silver-eyed beauty's impassive gaze. Silveryia jumped in.
"Sh-She's always treated me like her daughter, so... she started calling you Grandma by mistake."
"..."
Treated like a daughter... After three years without a single letter—something that important? No way...
"You've been with that child all this time?"
"...I couldn't just leave a parentless kid wandering the north..."
What?! Mom! Nooo!
Snow White's eyes bulged at suddenly becoming an orphan—with parents right there, grandma included no less—but she clamped her mouth shut at her mom's prodding elbow and played along.
The orc... the orc fucked Mom in bed...!
Swallowing the rest—with his meat rod every night—Snow White amped up memories of peeking, spying, and outright watching her parents' romps while gnawing a handkerchief. Tears like chick peas rolled down her cheeks.
"Sob sob... (glance)"
Playing the fragile child—kid-sized like Silveryia, adult-bodied but immature—she wailed pitifully, heart pounding lest Veronica suspect. For a moment.
"...I see."
Veronica glanced between Silveryia and her spitting image Snow White, then turned and led the way again.
Phew, I can moan sweet under Dad's cock, but acting? Not my strong suit...
Then who told you to flap your mouth!
Bickering quietly—or so they thought, away from Veronica—the duo's antics fooled no one. A veteran of decades on the battlefield, Veronica saw right through them. Reminded of her own childhood with young Silveryia, she murmured softly to Snow White.
"Make yourself at home, like it's your own house."
"O-Okay!"