Defiled Daily Life - Knock Knock Knock
"Mm... where is this..."
Veronica opened her eyes to the morning sunlight and the sound of knocking from outside. Aside from the familiar ceiling and the unusually musty smell, she realized this was her own bedroom as she sat up. The blanket slipped off her body with a soft rustle, revealing her firm, beautifully shaped massive breasts to the world.
"This really is... my room?"
The orc was nowhere to be seen. She felt a wave of relief at that fact, but at the same time, she scanned her surroundings, wondering if he might be hiding somewhere, watching her.
No eyes watching me...
Had he carried her here while she was unconscious? The cool morning air drifting in through the open window fluttered the curtains into her room, as if mocking the events of yesterday like they were nothing. Veronica wrapped her arms around herself.
"I was definitely in some unknown underground prison...? Ngh!"
Her body ached all over. Aside from her face, her skin was marred with faint bruises everywhere, and especially her swollen pussy was caked with dried semen. It was like her entire pussy—excluding her womb—was throbbing. Assessing her condition—mainly her breasts, ass, and pussy aching—Veronica grimaced.
"..."
The signals from her body confirmed that yesterday's events weren't a dream. Veronica bit her lip hard.
"Sylvia... Snow..."
Were they safe? She had to find them right away! Just as she moved to get off the bed, no time to dawdle—
Squish.
"Nngh..."
"?"
What was that? Something in her bed? No one had shared her bed since her husband's death, so what was this sensation of pressing down under her hand, and that voice—
Whoosh!
Veronica hurriedly flung back the blanket.
"Ku... ku..."
"Ahh..."
Curling up like a puppy was a blue-haired girl lying on her bed—Snow White. As the blanket suddenly vanished, Snow White frowned and groped around, and Veronica instinctively pulled her into an embrace without thinking.
"Snow!"
"Eh, wha...?"
Snow White, who had been sleeping soundly, was jolted awake by Veronica's sudden hug. She blinked blankly around before pushing away the arms holding her.
"Thirsty..."
"Snow...? W-Wait!"
Smooch. Snow White stared at her vacantly for a moment before suddenly latching onto Veronica's breast. Veronica hesitated, wondering if she should shove her off, but Snow White's movements were purely like a beast cub instinctively seeking its mother's milk—nothing like the orc's brute force earlier. She relented.
Poor thing. This child must have already gone through so much...
She was probably craving maternal comfort without realizing it. But—
"Snow? Ngh! Sucking that hard...!"
"No milk coming out..."
Snow White kneaded Veronica's breasts with both hands while suckling away, but Veronica didn't pull her off.
Her real mother died in the war, and Sylvia, whom she followed like a mom, was taken by the orc...?
Hm? Something felt off. Sylvia had gone off years ago to settle a personal grudge and suffered unspeakable things at the hands of that orc. So when had she even met this child?
No way...
In the midst of the subtle timeline contradiction nagging at her mind, and with an appearance eerily like Sylvia's, Veronica began to suspect that Snow White might actually be the orc's daughter. If this girl was the orc's child, all her doubts would be explained: the resemblance to Sylvia, the inexplicable familial familiarity despite being strangers. But still... for some reason, she couldn't bring herself to let go.
Snow White was just that kind of child. Even as her mind screamed that the girl was dangerous, Veronica instead pulled Snow White's head closer.
What am I thinking?
Right—if an orc rapes a human and impregnates her, it wouldn't produce a pure orc; it couldn't look this human. And if she really was the orc's daughter, tricking her, then wouldn't the orc have laid hands on his own daughter too?
No beast would rape its own flesh and blood, surely.
Whether she was the orc's child or not, to Veronica, Snow White was just a pitiful girl.
That vile bastard could easily have done something awful to Sylvia without this child noticing.
Sweeping away her tangled thoughts, Veronica embraced Snow White's back as the girl buried her face in her breasts and gently nibbled her nipple with her front teeth. She wiped down her body with a nearby towel dampened with water.
And then—
Lady Veronica? Did you cough?
"!!"
Veronica's eyes widened at the butler's voice from outside. The cozy warmth of holding Snow White shattered in an instant. She tried to gently push away Snow White's pale, naked shoulder—herself equally nude.
"Hrmmmph—!"
"S-Stop, don't pull the nipple like th-that...!"
Veronica struggled from morning onward in a different sense, prying off the child stubbornly clinging to her breast.
And then—
Lady Silveryia is already in the dining hall.
"!!"
Silveryia was here? Ignoring her still-throbbing pussy, Veronica hurriedly got off the bed. With Snow White still suckling her breast.
"Hrmm..."
"Snow... let go now...!"
Pop! Veronica finally detached Snow, who had been hanging onto her breast, and rushed to her wardrobe to dress.
"This is...?"
She flung open the wardrobe door, and a scrap of paper fluttered down in front of her. She picked it up.
"!!"
No underwear.
Handwriting so illegible it barely qualified as writing—definitely the orc's. Her anger boiled at the audacity of anyone in this territory daring to pull this on her. But thinking it over, this wasn't that underground prison from yesterday; it was her mansion. No need to obey the orc's demand. And it wasn't even a direct order. Veronica snorted and dressed as usual, with panties and bra underneath.
"..."
Unaware of the glowing green eyes watching her from behind with narrowed slits.
Time passed briefly. After much struggle—Snow White oddly resisted wearing clothes—Veronica finally dressed her and hurried out of the room, dragging her along.
The pure white door swung open wide, revealing the hallway with its red carpet and suits of armor lining the walls, spears in hand. Relieved that no one might spot Snow White emerging from her room, Veronica let out a small sigh and gripped the still-drowsy Snow White's hand, dashing down the corridor.
"..."
Passing suits of armor in odd poses with arms stretched toward the sky. Snow White, dragged along by Veronica's hand, winked mischievously at the armor.
Tap tap tap—!
"W-Wait, Lady Veronica? Could you slow down just a bit..."
Behind Veronica and Snow White racing to the dining hall came the clanking of armor.
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In the dining hall, as Veronica—and precisely, Snow White being dragged by her hand—arrived in a rush, the maids assisting with meals were unusually lined up outside the door.
Lady Veronica, did you cough?
"Why are you all out here?"
Veronica questioned the maids bowing politely with hands clasped at their navels. The head maid replied.
"Lady Silveryia said there was urgent family business and ordered us all out."
"...I see."
It wasn't a pleasant topic, but it was indeed a secret family matter. One she didn't want anyone overhearing. Just as Veronica's face paled for a moment—
"...!"
Sensing something, she dismissed the blankly waiting maids to return later and opened the dining hall door.
And there—
Squelch squelch!
"Ngh, haaang♥"
"Silvy?!"
"Mom?! "
Silveryia, covered head to toe in thick white fluid that left no room for any thought but the orc's semen, squatted naked on the table. She'd stood a dinner candle upright and was thrusting it into her pussy, hips rising and falling wildly in front of her mother, masturbating madly for even greater pleasure. Veronica rushed to stop her, but the tablecloth was already soaked with her juices, broken candles littered the floor, and with every hip thrust, orc semen overflowed between her pussy and the candle.
"Mother, ahn♥ Slept well~♥?"
"Silvy! What in the world...! No way...!"
Had that orc bastard tricked her! As Veronica seethed at Silveryia grinning lewdly while spraying breast milk, Snow White tugged her sleeve.
"Snow? What is it?"
"I, I picked it up on the way earlier..."
A scrap of paper. No way...
Veronica snatched it from Snow White's hand, her fury and confusion mounting.
You're wearing underwear? I'll be in your bedroom, bitch.
Veronica bolted from the dining hall and flung open her bedroom door.
"Ah~ Such comfy stability without shaking!"
There, on the very bed she'd shared with Snow White moments ago, sat the orc—cock erect—beckoning them over.