Defiled Daily Life
If I had to explain what I'd done in Korean terms, it'd be like ejaculating all over the ancestral tablets enshrined in a venerable family home. A really simple explanation—easier than grabbing a cup of instant noodles from a convenience store. And it's also the quickest, most effective way to piss off Veronica completely. "Yes, you bastard, you!!!"
Even if she calls herself a knightly house despite being nobility, she can't escape her noble status. And even if she acts like she's not one, anyone would react like that if you insulted their ancestors. Did I not see that coming?
"No, what was I supposed to do? The hallway was empty!"
"Of course the butlers and maids would all be off doing their duties! Unless some major incident happens in this ma—...?"
Yeah, that's why I did it on purpose to rile her up.
—What happened?! Lady Veronica!!
"See? If someone yells like that, wouldn't at least one person from wherever they're working come rushing over?"
"Y-You...!"
Anyway, the servants working here must be no slouches, befitting a knightly house—they came scampering toward Veronica in droves. And there, from around the corner ahead, a maid came drifting in like a race car, screeching to a halt the moment she spotted Veronica and stared right at us.
"No way, did something happen...? Lady... Veronica?"
It'd probably look something like this if you took bikini armor from legend and slapped a bit of metal plating on it—a getup so embarrassing that even a renowned knight would blush. The maid's expression shifted by the second at the sight of Veronica in it.
"Ah, ahh... Rachel, is that you?"
"I-Is that really you, Lady Veronica...? N-No! Ahem! Is something major going on...?"
She must've genuinely doubted if it was Veronica for a split second—her fluster was pretty cute. Even after confirming it with her own eyes and ears, she couldn't believe this lewdly dressed Veronica was real, eyeing her up and down. Her gaze lingered on Veronica's triangular thong panties, her face turning beet red. If Veronica had been some ultra-authoritarian noble, this maid wouldn't have made it through the day.
"Is there something on my body?"
"Eh? N-No, nothing! My apologies! Um, th-that... Ahh?! Who did that to the portraits of the previous lords?!"
Veronica handled the maid with perfect composure, her face unchanging. The maid couldn't exactly comment on her lady's outfit given her station, but her eyes kept drifting back to it anyway. Then, spotting the portrait I'd defiled, she bolted over like it was her salvation.
She frantically wiped at it with the frilly hem of her maid skirt fluttering around her. As we stared openly, she must've felt our eyes—she scrubbed even harder.
"...(glance)"
But what was it, some weird addiction? The maid, face flushed crimson, sneaked peeks at Veronica's body. If there's such a thing as a "demonic lesbian," it'd have to be Veronica.
"Is my armor strange?"
"N-Nothing at allll!!"
In the end, the maid—who'd been pretending to clean while her face screamed "I'm in heat"—could only focus on her task after hearing Veronica's voice.
"Hm? Sounds like a pretty good review to me?"
"..."
Even as I teased her, Veronica clamped her mouth shut. She probably wanted to curse me out, but with the maid right there, she had her pride to consider.
"You didn't need to worry about face from the moment you put that on, right?"
"You're the one who made me wear it, you bas— Hoo..."
She looked ready to slice me open with the sword at her hip, but maybe it was because Silveryia and Snow White were gazing at her from behind with those pitiful kitten eyes, like it was all for their sake.
"I'm fine. Don't worry about me—for your sakes, I can endure any humiliation."
"I'm right here, and you're saying that out loud?"
"Hmph."
Veronica snorted in response and strode forward. Silveryia shot me a look that said, She's always like this. Did I not see that coming either?
As we trailed behind her like ducklings, it seemed today was the day all the mansion's maids cleaned the windows—they were all pressed up against them, huffing on the glass and rubbing away. They were working so diligently, they didn't even notice us coming. Veronica knew that, which was why she quickened her pace. She might even know how to mask her presence as a knight.
That's why I didn't mess with her... until we hit the exact middle of the hallway. That's when I snapped my fingers.
—Vrrrrrrrrrr
Humans might not hear it, but to orc ears like mine, the vibration was crystal clear.
"Hnng?!"
At the same instant, Veronica and Silveryia both let out little moans and froze in place. Snow White? She just trembled a bit.
"Ah!""Huh?""What's that?""What sound was that?""Who made it? You?"
It was like tossing popcorn into a flock of pigeons in the park. The sudden weird voices drew reactions, and the maids peeled away from the windows en masse, looking around.
And yeah, we weren't invisible. They spotted us in seconds.
"Ahh?!""Oh my!""How indecent!!""No way, is that Lady Veronica?!"
It was no surprise they'd gossip right away. Veronica tried ignoring them and pushing past, but with all those eyes raking over her—and the rotor buzzing relentlessly in her pussy—she was stuck. Silveryia had told them to focus on work, but she wasn't faring much better herself.
"Oh my! Lady Silveryia! You're as beautiful as ever today!"
"Huh? Oh, you think so?"
"But is that really Lady Veronica?"
"Hm? Yeah, but what's the problem?"
"No way! For real?! In that lewd outfit— Ah! Sorry! I thought someone was impersonating her..."
"It's... complicated."
Not "tough" so much as she seemed to be siding with the maids. Given Veronica's usual character, no one was prostrating themselves crying "Kill me, please!"
"Wow...""That body line is so tempting...""How can she be so perfectly shaped—no, so beautiful?"
Just like the earlier maid, they all started scanning Veronica up and down, faces flushing as if entranced by some incubus from legend, breaths growing ragged. It was like a goddess of beauty had descended—how could mere mortals endure?
Some maids even hid behind others, rubbing their thighs together. With her arms and belly fully exposed, not to mention those black triangular thong panties screaming rejection of all chastity norms, radiating lewdness and decadence—who could resist, man or woman?
"N-Now, that's enough, everyone, g-get back to cl— Hiiik?!"
No matter how much she called herself a knight over a noble, she couldn't tolerate more rudeness. But the rotor ramped up again, stopping her cold.
And drawn by the maids' commotion, the male servants started peeking from corners, pillars, gaps in the walls—ogling Veronica like she was walking porn and adding to the noise. What do guys talk about when they spot something sexy? Boobs this, waist that. They figured they were far enough she wouldn't hear their crude chatter.
If you don't get caught, even cursing the king is fine, right? But not for orc me, or Veronica and Silveryia with senses sharper than average—their filthy talk reached our ears clear as day.
"You lot, stop th— Ahh!"
Silveryia tried charging at the men to scold them, but pretended to be held back by the rotor.
'What's wrong? Be confident, right?'
'...'
Veronica didn't answer. This was probably a first for her. She'd gotten admiring looks from the mansion's maids, butlers, and servants before—never awkward, awed, lustful stares like this.
She was used to enemies eyeing her with desire on the battlefield, but from her own subordinates? Unthinkable.
"Hoo... Hoo..."
Veronica's breathing grew heavier. Always stone-faced, wrapped head to toe in thick armor—today was the first time she'd bared her skin to others. A shiver must be running through her.
Time to amp up the psychological pressure.
"Looks like they're into it? Why not strip more?"
"Shut up..."
"Why? Bet it feels good. Cool breeze, sense of freedom."
"..."
Here it comes—something's brewing. I could feel it. She was torn. Not about stripping, but why she couldn't properly retort to this orc. A famed knightly house meant gripping the sword and donning armor from birth to death, always hiding yourself from others. Exposing yourself on the battlefield? Look at Silveryia to see the consequences.
But after yesterday's all-day physical conditioning from me, running half-naked through the garden this morning, her body still burned with heat. Now lustful stares from her cherished subordinates? How could she stay cool?
Sure, I was keeping her from dismissing them with the rotor, but once the mind starts shaking, the rotor's just an excuse. She was doubting herself.
She was probably wondering right now, Do I actually have exhibitionist tendencies? Of course, she vaguely sensed I'd orchestrated it all. But this was the first time getting such lustful looks and words from her own people, not enemies. Enemy taunts? Easy to ignore. But from her own? No playbook for that.
She'd steeled herself for stares in this lewd armor, but this wasn't the battlefield. You can't treat subordinates like foes. Who was she even fighting? And she couldn't even blame me—I wasn't leering at her anymore.
Without that shield of my usual pervy gaze, what could she do? New stares, new situation, no countermeasures—just taking it all in. The perfect storm, chipping away at the fortress walls in her mind.
Can't breach from outside? Stir chaos within. Straight out of the art of war.
I'd siege her externally; her humans would condition her internally.
"Be honest—you don't hate it. If you really did, just yell. It'll stop."
"Stop it..."
I sidled up and whispered; she muttered low, head bowed, face red.
Finally! The first time Veronica showed weakness to me. Not as Silveryia's mom, but as Veronica Isis the individual.
As she panted raggedly, trembling, I delivered the final blow at her ear.
"Deep down, you like showing your bare skin to others, don't you?"
"I said STOP IT!!!"
ROOOAR—
Her lioness roar froze everyone in the hallway solid. Who wouldn't be shocked?
...Well, me? I saw it coming and backed off early.
"Haa... Haa..."
Veronica scanned around with a flustered face, cleared her throat a few times, warned everyone to watch their mouths, and marched on. Desperate to get far from here—a knight who never showed her back even on the battlefield, fleeing her own people!
"Heh heh heh..."
Man, it never gets old.