Defiled Daily Life
"If it's an order, I'll obey as much as you want, so please, please stop this...!"
What was one of the most fun things in the world? If you asked the orc, he'd say without hesitation that it was doing exactly what others begged him not to. Especially when the one pleading was Veronica!
"Nah, no can do. Not looking away, no intention of sparing you. Suck it quick."
"You... you fiend...!"
Even as she crushed her pride with that plea, the orc seemed only more thrilled, thrusting his cock right at her. Veronica stared at it in despair, watching the tip poke her nose.
Sniff sniff.
"That filthy, utterly depraved stench..."
His cock was caked with globs of his own thick, musky semen—reeking of potent male night-bloom—and the saliva of Snow White, who lay passed out in the bedroom. To service this obscene, decadent mess? Veronica would never, never in a million years obey the orc's demand.
But gulp.
Why did it tempt her so? Unthinkingly, Veronica swallowed hard and looked up at him.
His gaze was utterly indifferent, bored even, as if urging her to get on with it—his cock twitching impatiently.
No, I can't. I absolutely can't...!
This wasn't just anywhere. Even if they were portraits, this was the hall enshrining generations of Isis ancestors who had guarded the kingdom for centuries—including her own mother. Veronica squeezed her eyes shut.
But the filthy scent assaulting her nose and the orc's solid presence didn't fade.
Nothing changed.
Absolutely, never!
As the thick male pheromones tried to invade her body, Veronica steeled herself like always, insisting she wouldn't succumb.
Ancestors, grant me strength.
She whipped herself again, opening her eyes to prove her resolve to those who had protected humanity—
"Ahh..."
They were all watching her.
The first Isis, the second... up to her mother, the previous head. They all seemed to stare right at her.
And then—
*Schlup.*
As if entranced, Veronica took the orc's cock into her mouth. Like a child savoring candy, she cradled it gently in her hands and licked upward from the base, ever so carefully.
W-what am I doing?!
The ancestors are watching... the ancestors...!
So why was she sucking the orc's cock?!
"Lick... i-is this the good spot?"
"Lick more delicately. Clean the back of the glans—no residue left."
"Mm... *slurp slurp*... *pah*... Why am I...?"
The ancestors would never forgive this unforgivable act—she was the one who'd screamed it at the orc before. And yet, they still seemed to watch her now.
But she didn't stop sucking.
*Slurrrp, slurp!*
It stinks, it's sticky, filthy beyond words... but sweet.
Veronica rolled the orc's semen and Snow White's saliva on her tongue, swallowed it down with a gulp, and redoubled her efforts—bobbing her head busily on his shaft.
They're all watching me...
Just paintings, yet it felt like they'd lunge at her any second to scold her. Terrifying. Spine-chilling. She had to stop. Right now...
"*Slurrrrrrp, slurp.*"
Her body wouldn't listen. That's what Veronica thought.
Here, in this place where the proud Isis head knelt before the orc, servicing his cock—it wrapped her in that strange sensation from days ago. The moment she'd exposed her naked body, her shame, her vulgarity to the world for those brief seconds. Heat slowly enveloped her.
My body's... burning up... Just like then... But, but something...
This was more intense than before.
No living souls here but her, the orc, and guards somewhere standing watch. Just the two of them in this hall.
"Whore."
"Wha—?!"
The orc's sudden word made Veronica's eyes widen mid-suck.
Whore? Who? Me? Was this orc calling her, Veronica, a whore?
*Squelch squelch,* she pulled off to protest.
"*Pah!* No! I'm no whore—!"
"Really? Then explain sucking my cock in front of your precious ancestors while fingering your own pussy—you're not a whore?"
"What...? Ah! N-no, this isn't—!"
*Squish—*
When? When the hell did I start doing this?!
Sucking his cock while pleasuring herself? Unbelieving, Veronica stared at her fingers, slick with her own juices.
The orc leaned down, sniffing her fingers, and grinned ear to ear.
"Ahh... the scent of a bitch in heat. Can't resist it. Especially from a proud knight like you? Fuck, no way."
"In... heat?"
Her in heat? Already reeling from fingering herself, now this? The woman inside her had died the moment her husband passed!
"You hopeless exhibitionist pervert."
"Exhi...bitionist?"
Veronica tilted her head at the unfamiliar word. The orc muttered, Ah, no term for it here?, then explained.
"Sluts who get off showing their lewd bodies to others."
"Th-that's just a whore—!"
"Told you, you're a whore."
Veronica wanted to shout no! But somehow, she lacked conviction. Logic screamed denial, yet her mouth wouldn't move.
"Well, right now it's probably the imagined gazes of your ancestors and that taboo thrill making you lose control and go into heat."
What nonsense!
"No such thing! You must've pulled some trick!"
Veronica shot to her feet, yelling at him. Her pussy drooled nectar down her thighs, pooling on the floor, but she glared daggers at the mocking orc.
"Fine, if you wanna pretend it's just you enjoying the depravity, let's change spots."
"Wha—let go!"
The orc hoisted her under his arm and bolted down the corridor. With every stride, Veronica's face drained of color.
"Stop! Guards around that corner...!"
"Didn't I say I'd prove you're an exhibitionist pervert?"
"!!"
Delighted by her panic, the orc halted just before the corner she mentioned, killing his presence.
At the L-shaped turn, he set her down. As she'd said, two guards stood rigidly before the mansion's armory.
"Hm, knight family through and through? No chit-chat like normal."
"Hmph, would you gossip on duty?"
"True. Then I'll give 'em something to talk about."
"What? W-wait—"
*Thud!*
Before she finished, the orc shoved her back. Stumbling but catching herself with a quick stance—
"Who's there!"
"What intruder?!"
The guards whirled, spears aimed at Veronica, shouting.
She flinched, diving back into shadow—but fate's cruel joke: her Isis silver hair gleamed unnaturally under the bright moonlight, like a beacon.
"L-Lord Veronica!"
"L-loyalty!"
Realizing it was the mansion's mistress, the territory's lord, they lowered spears and saluted hastily.
The flustered soldiers gawked at her. Knowing stealth was blown, Veronica waved casually, as if nothing happened.
"Ah... it's fine... Proper reaction to an intruder, right?"
"But—"
"I said it's fine."
"Ah, our boundless mercy fills us with gra—?!"
Even after their grave rudeness, forgiving them humbly—the soldier began thanking her magnanimity, then froze in shock.
With the moon behind her, they saw: not clothes, but a sheer black negligee, translucent and shameful.