Defiled Daily Life: The Orc's Plan from the Day He First Ravaged Veronica
The plan the orc had devised on the day he first overpowered Veronica for his defiled routine was this: during the day, make her carry out her usual duties as lord, and at night, turn her into his sow in the underground prison. It was an utterly simplistic scheme—so embarrassingly basic it made an elementary schooler's summer vacation schedule look sophisticated by comparison.
But the orc could justify cobbling together such a half-baked "plan" in his own mind. After all, he didn't know much about Veronica as a person yet. He had no idea what she liked or disliked; he'd only seen her face. From the moment he'd encountered her in the warehouse, his original plan had crumbled to dust, so he hadn't even considered a Plan B. His thinking was simple: Fuck her first, make the plan later!
If nothing sharper came to mind, he figured he'd just have her conduct training sessions with Snow White and Silveryia in the underground prison. It was straightforward, efficient, and seemed like it might actually work.
But that morning, witnessing Veronica act on her own whims the moment he looked away filled the orc with a thrilling catharsis. "This is what makes her a female knight!" At the same time, it plunged him into doubt about how to properly break her. Would simple ravishment in the underground prison be enough?
He was stunned by how Veronica went about her business the next morning as if nothing had happened, even after he'd toyed with her body so thoroughly. Then, purely by chance—or in a fit of anger—he'd ordered her to go pick flowers from the forest in her underwear. For some inexplicable reason, the state of her pussy was different when she returned compared to when she'd left.
Love juices she'd unwittingly leaked. But there was no way the wicked, vile orc would miss that. He'd found her weakness.
Chivalry! The proud female knight Veronica Isis, who had lived her entire life devoted to protecting her people and territory, drew her core strength from that unyielding self-pride. She had no regrets about her path, having shielded them without fail. As long as those she must protect existed, Veronica would never yield to any foe.
But what if that worked against her? What if the very people she'd devoted her life to cherishing and guarding—the ones who gazed at her with respect and admiration—now looked upon her with unprecedented scorn and disgust?
As that thought crystallized, the orc's eyes fell on Veronica's armor hanging on the wall. Along with her sword, it symbolized her knighthood, a massive pillar reinforcing her identity. What if that pillar crumbled?
And so, the orc tampered with her armor. With a clang!—Veronica's breastplate hit the floor.
Veronica harbored deep suspicions about her inexplicably feverish body. It was just a sparring match. Not a battlefield—just training. Why was her body heating up like this?
Of course, she knew the answer deep down. "No... it's that filthy tool the orc shoved into my body!"
Even as she drove Silveryia into a corner with invisible, untouchable speed, stray thoughts plagued Veronica's mind.
"Woooaaahhh!!"
"You're so beautiful, my lady!!"
"Lord Veronica! Lord Veronica!"
The soldiers' cheers rang in her ears, and it felt like hundreds of eyes were fixed solely on her. And in reality, they were.
"Aah... everyone's watching me. In this utterly depraved state!"
The sword-obsessed knights didn't faze her. But the fiery gazes from these vigorous, virile soldiers made her belly twist and churn.
"Don't look! Not at me like this...!"
It felt alien. Yet she didn't want to reject it. There was no malice in their eyes. They were the very people she had to protect.
"Haa... haa..."
When had she last felt such gazes? From the people she guarded, no less!
She tried to acclimate by recalling the looks from the mansion earlier, but these were starkly different—the hungry stares of males eyeing ripe prey. Despite her exposed skin, sweat beaded across her body.
"Hot. So hot."
She shouldn't be sweating from a spar like this. What was it? Why was she burning up? Shouldn't her spine tingle with chill instead?
"Aah..."
Her inner thighs itched teasingly.
"Haa... haa..."
Silveryia, panting as she parried Veronica's sword, was nowhere in her focus. By now, Veronica was sparring not with her daughter, but with the surrounding stares.
"As expected of Lady Silveryia, blocking Lady Veronica's onslaught!"
"I'd be knocked out in one exchange."
"But seriously, is the secret to Lady Veronica's movements that armor?"
"Exposing that much skin is a bit much, but if it lets her move like that..."
"?!"
The knights were purely admiring the spar, marveling at her armor. But for some reason, Veronica felt like a slave up for auction, being appraised.
"Y-yeah! This armor looks indecent, but it has real merits! So, go on, look! Look at this armor!"
Before she knew it, Veronica subtly angled her body toward the crowd, sword half-drawn to show herself off better. Unconscious as it was, she didn't notice—but Silveryia, watching her mother up close, smirked bitterly at this new side of her.
"Mother's the same as me... ♥ A sow."
Though flustered and trembling under the gazes now, Silveryia—beloved sow of the orc, recipient of his every desire—knew the truth.
"How does it feel? Showing your body to those lowly things?"
It had to feel good. Incredibly, mind-blowingly good. Hell, Silveryia herself wanted to strip off this useless bikini armor and go fully nude, bask in hot stares while flaunting her shameful form. To brag that she was her master's sow.
Hehe. Silveryia glanced at the soldiers sending feverish looks toward Veronica from beside the orc's viewing stand—her beloved master.
"Acting like real males, huh?"
If Veronica weren't the lord, they'd probably rip her clothes off with rough hands and fuck her senseless. Once, Silveryia might have shown them her warm, nurturing side like Veronica. But now her eyes turned icy.
"No way in hell. Our bodies—mine and Mother's—belong only to Master. We can flaunt them freely, but our pussies take only Master's cock, existing solely as breeding sows to bear his babies!"
They could lust after someone else. She wanted to kill them all, but Silveryia took a deep breath to calm herself.
"Ah? Hehehe..."
Next, her eyes caught her daughter, Snow White, rubbing her thighs furtively with a dissatisfied glare, avoiding the stares. Silveryia smiled warmly.
"It's admirable you want to be Master's sow, but doesn't he prefer obedient ones?"
She'd been such a wild brat. Gazing at Snow White—undergoing training in patience for her desires and absolute obedience to Master's commands—Silveryia, as her mother, approved. Then she shot a look at the orc, standing a bit away from Snow White.
Her master would have a plan. As the orc nodded in response, the silver-haired sow knight leaped into the air without hesitation.
With her ascent came a bang!—Veronica's breastplate flew off.
"Eut?!"
Like a flash of light, Veronica's movements—impossible for civilians to track—pressed Silveryia from every angle. Suddenly, her breasts felt lighter; cold air kissed her bare skin. She sensed the anomaly.
"The armor?! That orc bastard tampered with it more after all!"
As lord and knight, she personally inspected her gear daily, ready for combat at any moment. She knew every piece intimately—until the orc touched it.
Only that monster could pull such nonsense!
Veronica quickly scanned the knights and soldiers around her.
"Good, no one's noticed yet."
If she broke through Silveryia and dashed back to the mansion like an emergency had arisen!
But "Haat—!"
"Silvi, wai—"
Silveryia, spotting her mother clutch her chest and stumble, plus the breastplate on the ground, realized her master had acted. She switched to offense, leaping high with sword raised to overpower the one-armed Veronica, slashing down.
"!!"
Even superior, fighting one-handed was fatal for a swordswoman. She had to dodge. But Silveryia descended like a flying squirrel, blade upon her in an instant—no time to evade.
Claaang—!