Defiled Daily Life
While the orc was enjoying his own brand of fun time with Sylvia, Veronica was having her own questionable "fun" (?) with Snow White in tow.
"(That fucking orc, goddamn pig-fucking bastard, motherfucking green-skinned shithead)"
"Eek?!"
Normally, there'd be some detailed description here, but the sheer intensity of it made Snow White's eyes bulge like saucers. She'd been scampering naked behind Veronica when she overheard the muttering.
The orc had snatched their clothes and ordered them to pick flowers—that alone was enough to fuel Veronica's rage. But what really set her off was their destination: the garden ahead, bursting with lilies. (Snow White was fully naked, of course.)
This was the garden of silver lilies, the proud symbol of Isis Territory. Meticulously tended from the first Isis lord down through generations to the current head, Veronica Isis herself. To be forced to wander it in such an absurd, half-naked state...
'Orc you fucking cuuuunt!!!'
Her fury naturally spiraled from raw hatred for the orc—who'd taken Sylvia hostage to command them—into self-loathing disgust and apologetic shame toward her ancestors.
"L-Lady Veronica...?"
Snow White trailed along with a timid patter, but Veronica's murderous aura was already scaring off bugs and birds nearby. Then...
"Ah..."
Seeing birds fluttering away in panic at her roar, Veronica realized she'd lost control.
Too thoughtless? As she turned to Snow White—
"!!"
A completely naked body! Hunched over, hands modestly covering her breasts and pussy, Snow White stared back. The sight snapped Veronica back to reality: they were half-naked—or fully, in Snow White's case.
"Sylvia...!"
No, this wasn't the time for orcish rage. A candle was lodged in her daughter Sylvia's pussy right now! It'd melt completely before long—they had to pick those flowers as ordered.
She knew the situation was urgent. But... but...
"Let's go a bit deeper in."
"Y-Yes? But the lilies are right here... No, wait."
Snow White started to suggest picking right there, but fell silent at Veronica's heartbreaking expression—one even the underground prison hadn't elicited.
Snow White felt nothing, though. Why? She was an orc. Half-orc, sure, but orc through and through. Emotions like pity, remorse, or human sympathy for the weak or dead were alien to her. And at her age—body and mind "mature" by her standards, but barely adult by human terms—such abstract feelings were beyond her.
She'd never known shame or embarrassment since birth. Why bother when cuddling Daddy? That's why she strolled naked without a care. If anything, ditching stuffy clothes felt liberating, putting her in high spirits. She even fantasized about wandering naked here with Veronica someday.
'Hehe, later I'll tell Daddy to make Grandma fuck in the garden.'
Grinning inwardly at her fiendishly orcish thought, Snow White cheerily dropped her (pretend) modest pose, grabbed Veronica's hand, and tugged her along—to encourage her, of course.
"S-Snow?"
"To that forest up ahead! Hurry!"
Unlike Veronica, who shuffled awkwardly with her half-naked body half-covered, Snow White strode boldly without a hint of shame. Veronica stared blankly at her back, then nodded firmly and dashed after her into the woods.
"Dandelions don't bloom this time of year."
Veronica knew little about flowers beyond swords, but she did know dandelions bloomed when the lilies—her family's symbol—did. So she let Snow White lead.
Just cross this path, and...
Thud thud thud thud
"!!"
Just cross the path to the forest! But those footsteps ringing in her ears...
Morning jogs—familiar from dawn every day. The Silver Lily Knights, her daughter's order, on their routine run.
How could I forget?!
"Hide."
"Y-Yes?! W-Where?!"
They were stuck in a limbo spot: garden—path—forest. Running across meant exposure mid-path. Back to the garden? They'd be spotted before retreating.
The knights were coming from a T-junction right of the garden, heading to the training grounds—straight ahead, but the junction was to their left.
"...Snow, behind me."
"Huh? B-But Lady Veronica... Kyaa?!"
Before Snow White could reply, Veronica yanked her into the garden bushes. Then scanned around frantically.
Left, left, left, left!!
Dozens of footsteps closing in. Veronica squeezed her eyes shut, helpless.
Then, leading the knights, Vice-Captain Elsie rounded the corner.
Veronica didn't dodge or hide. She just stood there.
"Left—L-Lady Veronica?!"
"Ah, ahh... Elsie, is that you?"
Elsie nearly jumped out of her skin, spotting Veronica suddenly in underwear at the turn.
"Th-That outfit...?"
"Hm? Oh, ahh... I was doing morning training like you all, got sweaty, you see."
Dozens of eyes raked her half-naked form. The itchy prickle of their gazes—shame or novelty?—made Veronica reluctant to lift her head. No, she couldn't face them.
If she'd glimpsed a mirror, she'd see her tomato-red face clutching that water bucket like a lifeline. Minor detail, though.
Elsie, hearing the flimsy excuse, eyed her warily. "Y-Yes? Lady Veronica sweating from morning training...?"
So tactless!
Splash!!
"I said I got sweaty, so I stripped down for a simple rinse. Got a problem with that?"
"N-No, ma'am! (You idiots, respond!)"
"None, ma'am!"
Her thin underwear now soaked transparent, pale bra and panties clinging revealingly. Elsie and the knights flustered harder.
But Veronica stood brazenly, hands on hips, baring her scarred abs like it was nothing. Elsie and the others flushed, averting eyes.
Why were they embarrassed when she was the half-naked one? Still, Veronica wasn't unscathed.
"..."
'Exposing myself half-naked before my subordinates...!'
Not quite naked, but close enough. The kingdom's top female knight, "sweaty from training" down to underwear for a rinse? She wouldn't believe it herself. Who would?
She wanted to crawl into a rat hole.
"..."
Admiring stares traced her sculpted muscles; contemptuous, lustful gazes crawled over breasts and crotch like bugs. Itchy, repulsive.
(In truth, some knights gazed in awe and desire at her powerful form—but how would she know?)
Chilled nipples strained against her bra; her pussy tingled oddly.
"Ahem! Don't mind me—keep at it. Can't let your pace break."
(No one cared about the jog anymore, but saying so before their lord was awkward. Or maybe sparing her dignity?)
"Back to it, you bitches! One, two, one, two!"
Elsie bellowed louder than usual, leading the charge. Veronica shot a fierce glare at the knights stealing glances.
"Vice-Captain! Faster— Hiiiik?!"
"Wha—?! Eek!! One one one one one one!!!"
Discipline forgotten, they scampered off like rowdy kids. Veronica hung her head.
"...You can come out now."
"S-Sorry..."
"...Don't. Say. Another. Word."
It'd only make her more miserable. And with that, Veronica bolted blindly for the forest. Snow White giggled at her jiggling ass and bouncing tits, then followed casually as if nothing happened.