Defiled Daily Life: Just a Street Crossing Away
The forest lay serene as ever, as if the depravities unfolding back at the Isis Mansion had absolutely nothing to do with it—just a single path away.
"Hoo..."
But Veronica's sighs showed no sign of letting up. Her body, which no one but her late husband had ever seen—even if she wasn't completely naked...
"Doesn't half-assed underwear look even more slutty...?"
What was she supposed to do now? Even if she somehow dealt with that orc bastard, her subordinates would see her as a "hag who, at her age, gets so horny in the morning that she struts around the mansion in her undies like a common whore." The thought made Veronica want to die on the spot. No one would dare say it outright, of course—it was unrealistic—but in her current state, too fixated on her own disgrace, she couldn't even think that far.
Look at her now: her entire body glistened with moisture, her pure white bra and panties soaked through and clinging transparently to her skin, making her look like she was draped in mere rags.
"Hoo..."
"I-it's okay, Lady Veronica! At least it's not full nudity...!"
Unlike her, Snow White—buck naked without a care—gave an awkward smile and tried to comfort her, but Veronica's mood didn't improve one bit. A nude girl consoling her rag-clad self? The intention was pure, sure, but it felt just like a shit-smeared dog telling a turd-covered one, "Hehe, we're both filthy anyway, so what's the difference?" For a split second, she wondered if this cheeky brat was mocking her, but Snow White's innocent smile—devoid of any malice—made her pat the girl's head gently instead. Unconsciously, her eyes roamed over Snow White's body.
"You're beautiful."
"Huh?"
A lifetime of wielding the sword had etched muscles into every corner of her frame, especially after her husband's death, when she'd charged across battlefields staring death in the face, leaving scars here and there. But Snow White? Her body was pristine as a virgin's, flawless and toned without an ounce of excess fat, a perfect showcase of feminine beauty. Veronica admired it, and in that moment, she understood why the orc was obsessed with this girl. Poor thing—why did it have to be someone so young...?
Sensing the pity in Veronica's gaze, Snow White flailed her arms wildly.
"Lady Veronica, you're plenty beautiful too!"
"What?"
No man would ever love a hideous muscle-bound brute like her—she was just trying to comfort her. Veronica stroked her head again, but Snow White puffed out her cheeks in dissatisfaction and bounced around insistently.
"It's true! I-I'm sorry to say it like this, but that bad orc doesn't drool over you for nothing!"
"...Is that so."
It was nice to hear she was beautiful, but did she have to bring up that orc? The bastard probably lusted after anything with a hole—orc females or humans, they'd all look pretty compared to... Wait, orc?
"Ah."
Still sulking over what had happened just minutes ago, she'd forgotten why they were here in the first place.
"Enough of this. We scatter for now."
"Y-yeah!"
Any flowers would do—twenty per person. Better to spread out, Veronica figured. Snow White darted off into the depths of the forest like a fish to water.
Come to think of it, didn't she say she lived in the woods with Silveryia?
But for someone like that, running around naked without a shred of shame? She was tough, unlike Veronica, who trembled in half-dress from sheer humiliation.
Yes—even if that orc heaps shame on me to crush my pride and dignity, I must endure.
What happened earlier was just a taste of what was to come. Steel yourself, she vowed, refusing to play the orc's game. With that, she set off into the woods to fulfill her quota.
But even in her own estate grounds, she'd rarely ventured here—flowers blooming or wilting? No clue. Tilting her head, Veronica rummaged through her memories. If only she recalled young Silveryia making flower crowns or something... But no, her life had been swords, not flowers. Maybe I should pick up a hobby, she thought sincerely.
Weaving between trees, she suddenly—
"Ah!"
A sunlit clearing opened like a painting: a small pond with a field of flowers blooming around it. This would cover her share—and Snow White's too!
She rushed toward it—
—Rustle.
"You...?"
A magnificent-horned deer stepped out from the woods. Deer in this forest? But the more she looked, the more familiar it seemed.
Right—the one Silveryia and Snow rode in on...
Bambi... was it?
According to Silveryia, she'd raised an orphaned fawn. Veronica had heard elves in the eastern great forest rode deer, and though she'd feigned nonchalance when her daughter arrived on one, it had shocked her. Now she stared blankly at the buck, Bambi.
—Snort!
Bambi snorted like a horse, then froze upon spotting her. Trotting over briskly, it rubbed its head against hers. The musky deer scent was strong, but worse than orc stink? As it licked her belly tentatively, Veronica chuckled despite herself.
"You rascal."
Hand-raised by humans, it accepted her touch without resistance. She smiled—
—Slurp.
"Eek?! Y-you!"
Bambi shoved its tongue into her navel. Scolding it loudly on reflex—
Veronica's shout startled Bambi into a frenzy—
—Riiip!
"Ack?!"
It happened in an instant. Bambi's fine antlers shredded her panties and bra.
She'd never imagined an animal doing this. Yelling louder in shock, she watched Bambi flee into the woods, ass jiggling.
"Ahh..."
Gazing at her fluttering "underwear" scraps on the ground—
"Th-this...!"
Half-dressed was sluttier, huh? She hadn't gotten it when seeing Snow White, but now fully nude herself, she did. Underwear was better than nothing.
"O-okay... Not the time. Hurry and pick flowers before—"
—Rustle.
"First, these... at least pick them up... Eh?"
She reached for the useless rags—then froze at the approaching footsteps, flailing in panic.
"Ahem~ Oh?"
A tiny girl in maid uniform burst from the bushes. A worker's kid? Generously, six years old at most. She'd been skipping toward the pond when she spotted Veronica standing there stark naked and halted.
"Huh? Seen you somewhere...?"
"..."
Please don't recognize me!
But the girl bounced excitedly, memory jogged.
"Ah! Right! Mommy said the super pretty big sis is the lord, say hi! Hellooo!"
"Eh? Oh, uh... hello."
Veronica awkwardly waved back as the child bowed.
Then—
"But why's the lord naked?"
Twitch.
How to answer? Terrible at lying, Veronica glanced around.
"I-it's hot. Super sweaty from exercise, y'know."
Hiding might make the kid suspicious, so she dropped her arms.
"Ooh... Then can I take mine off too? It's hot!"
"No! Absolutely not!"
"Eh?"
The girl's head tilted at Veronica's frantic outburst, but kids obey adults, so she shrugged it off. Then she dove into the flowers, fumbling with tiny hands, and returned with a vibrant crown.
"Lord! Here! Leimi's gift!"
"Eh? Oh... th-thanks, Lei... Leimi?"
"Yup!"
Awkward in the nude, but she couldn't reject a child's kindness. Veronica accepted the crown gratefully, patting her head.
"But! Leimi thinks the lord came to make a baby sib!"
"A sibling?"
"Yeah! Leimi woke up at night~ and Mommy and Daddy were all naked hugging!"
"Hngh?!"
Suddenly?! She tried to stop the innocent girl spilling her parents' bedtime antics, but kids don't quit midway.
"Dark, couldn't see good, but naked Mommy screamed like it hurt and Daddy squished her, so I asked and she said makin' Leimi a sib!"
"Ah, haha..."
Her sunny face describing adult sex made Veronica cringe vicariously.
"But how's a sib born if it hurts?"
"Uh, well..."
Pre-orc Silveryia knew nothing of masturbation or sex beyond hearsay—no curiosity. No parents or teachers to teach her. And Veronica, her mother? A practical sort—body learns best. No way to explain properly, so she fudged it.
"???"
"Your mommy and daddy were doing a ritual to connect as one."
"???"
"Daddy has a club as thick as your arm, right? That sacred club goes right in her belly to make the baby—that's why she yelled."
A bit vague, but good enough? Veronica thought.
But—
"Hmm... Nope! Itty-bitty!"
"...?"
"Daddy's thing was like... James's play stick!"
I explained based on orc cock by accident!
"But like you said, arm-sized? Gotta hurt, so she screamed!"
"Th-the sacred ritual wouldn't hurt. Felt good—mmph?!"
No sex ed meant blurting memories of last night's beastly rut with the orc. She clamped her mouth, glancing at the girl.
Yesterday's deed was baby-making too, right? That vile bastard impregnated me with his spawn, skewered on his cock as I howled like a beast.
And called her his sow? Recalling her chat with Snow White, Veronica caressed her body—still rock-hard with battle muscles. Yet the orc saw her as mate material...
"Hah!"
Memories of her as bitch resurfaced, making her shudder.
The girl eyed a glistening trickle on Veronica's thigh at her level, about to speak—
—Leimi~ Leimi~ Where are you?
"Mommy! Here!"
"!!"
A familiar voice called; the bushes rustled.
"I said stick together, it's dangerous alone... Oh?"
"..."
A maid emerged, froze at naked Veronica; Veronica stiffened too.
"Mommy~!"
Her mind blanked white amid the hopping child, who scampered to her mother.
"S-sorry!! I-I won't tell a soul, please forgive us!!"
"Mommy? What's wrong?"
Catching the lord naked at dawn—secret tryst? Rude kid? The maid bowed frantically; the girl blinked curiously.
"N-no harm done."
"Y-you showed nudity and it's fine—"
"Not that!"
"Eek!"
"Just cooling off at the pond, chatted with your daughter. Nothing more."
"Ah... ahh?"
How merciful, the maid thought, lifting her head—fate's cruel twist: sunlight glinted off love juices trickling down Veronica's thigh, right into her eyes.
"?"
"S-sorry! Truly! Lips sealed!"
"I said it's fine—what are you even—...?!"
Following the maid's groveling gaze, Veronica scanned herself, spotted the juices, panicked—but coughed it off casually.
"This is from explaining sex to your daughter...?!?!"
"Sex?!"
Why say it now!
"N-no, misunderstanding! Not that! Really not! Anyway, dismissed! Mum's the word!"
"Y-yes!! Leimi? Let's go!"
"Bye, Lord~!"
"Ah, ahh..."
They fled; Veronica collapsed, hand to her pussy—slick sensation on her fingers.
"Why?"
Orc rape flashback? No! I refuse to get wet thinking of that violation...
Then exposure? She shook her head.
"Impossible. The woman inside me died with him! No way, no..."
Orc said body doesn't lie? Fearing her reawakening femininity, she slumped.
"What am I... what have I...!"
No answer came.
"Grandma's the real deal—a natural-born sow talent. Genius."
Snow White, stroking hidden Bambi, smirked wickedly at the scene, suckling her breast in praise.
"Her female body and instincts, dormant since that human male died, are stirring from meeting a strong stud like Daddy. She doesn't know yet—can't admit it, so she's panicking. But when it fully awakens..."
Just thinking made her giddy. One day of 'rape,' yet she drips from his embrace. She rejects him now, but soon she'll sink inescapably, panting on his cock with me.
Imagining that lewd, lustful dream with Veronica, Snow White hummed, plotting a natural approach.