Frenzy of the Silver Family's Lewd Debut

The sun, which had floated high in the sky as if ignorant of the heavens' limits, sank beyond the horizon, and moonlight now dominated the night sky, illuminating the entire world. It was deep into the night. Beyond the main boulevard that marked the boundary, in the bustling commercial district opposite the residential area, the streets came alive once more.

Children who had frolicked wildly under the daytime sun had retreated to the land of dreams, leaving the avenues empty of young voices. Once they were gone, adults with unfinished business from the day seized the night—perhaps slipping away during their siblings' slumber to make a new little brother or sister, or gathering in taverns to drown the day's events in drink. Or maybe...

"Thirsty for a woman, eh? What do you think, Veronica?"

"Ugh..."

"Filthy..."

"..."

Huddled in the shadows of an alley amid the bustling streets, Veronica Isis, Silveryia Isis, and Snow White Grizzly trembled behind the Orc, cloaks draped over their bodies to hide their identities as they scanned their surroundings nervously.

"N-no, we can't. There are still too many awake townsfolk. I, I absolutely..."

"Shut up and follow."

"Ahh!"

Despite the strange heat burning in her eyes, Veronica cried out no, no from her lips. Unable to stand it any longer, the Orc grabbed her wrist and dragged her along. Trailing close behind came the half-orc Snow White Grizzly, scampering after them.

This bizarre trio headed straight for...

"Th-this place...!"

"What, first time at a pleasure house?"

The seductive silhouette of a woman striking a provocative pose, illuminated by the lanterns hanging from the signboard, announced the establishment's true nature. Veronica's face flushed crimson at the sight of the unmistakably shady venue. Clutching at the Orc's pants and tugging desperately, she shouted,

"Y-you want me to whore myself out!?"

"Hm? Nah, no way I'd let that happen. Can't have other guys tasting my sows."

"I'm not your sow, and that building is...!"

Anyone could see it was a den crawling with whores selling their bodies, horny brutes, thugs, and riffraff of every stripe! Veronica glared resentfully at the Orc, who had whispered punishment for her sneaky daytime indiscretion and now dragged her here. This was too much, even for him!

"F-fine, make me sell myself to men, roll around fawning over them—I can endure it. But, but! Silveryia and Snow White...!"

"Hm?"

The Orc tilted his head at Veronica's blazing glare, then let out an ah and grabbed her.

"Sure, it's that kind of joint, but no actual whoring allowed. Forbidden."

Veronica averted her eyes from his dead-serious stare.

"Th-then why are so many coming to such a filthy place?"

She pointed at the line ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠of men waiting to enter. The Orc replied with innocent casualness.

"Oh, I asked the manager over there."

"?"

"Told him a hot new debut's happening—dead ringers for the territory lord Veronica Isis and her daughter Silveryia. Word spread, and now every guy in the territory's lining up ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to drain their balls."

"What!?"

"Damn, lord's a lord for a reason—or maybe it's the beauty? Just rumors, and look at this line."

The Orc craned his neck like a giraffe to gauge the crowd. Veronica's face, meanwhile, was redder than a ripening tomato, on the verge of bursting.

They came to see me?! All those men, to glimpse my, my lewd form...?!

"H-how in the world?! How did you even ask!?"

"Money fixes everything."

The Orc grinned wickedly, thinking of his wealthy goblin minions in the sewers. Normally, she'd have snapped at him, but Veronica's mind spun with visions of men shaking their cocks at her disgrace. Well, technically at a "lookalike newbie," but she wasn't thinking that rationally.

Despair crept over her face.

"Please... I don't care what happens to me, but spare my mother—at least spare my mother!"

"No! I'll do it! Send Veronica and Mom home!"

Silveryia and Snow White clung to the Orc, each insisting they'd take the punishment. Veronica snapped back to her senses, about to declare she'd bear the blame for her own sin—

"Since ancient times, treason's punished by exterminating three generations, right? You sneaky bitches did this behind my back, so ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠yeah, it's treason. Time to punish all three at once."

"Wh-what, wait?!"

The Orc reached for their necks. Around them hung dog collars—hidden beneath robes until now. Yanking the leashes, he dragged the Isis trio toward the entrance.

"Hold up."

As they moved to enter, the bouncer blocked the Orc.

Don't let us through, don't... We look suspicious as hell!

Wearing his usual perception-altering bracelet, the Orc whispered in the guard's ear. The man glanced at the cloaked women and gestured to follow, leading them somewhere.

Aah...

Pathetic human males, in for a show tonight?

Whoa... Mom's lewd face again...

The path cleared, and the Isis three—each lost in thought—followed on their leashes. Veronica's eyes spun imagining her imminent fate; Silveryia pondered how to arouse the Orc; Snow White nodded like a student eyeing a textbook, ready to learn the "fundamentals of arousal" from her.

Aah, can't follow... If we go like this...

Veronica's ear caught a voice amid her flushed confusion.

"Eh!?"

Wh-when?!

Snapping to, Veronica found herself backstage. Eerie music mingled with the roars of lustful men, their pheromones assaulting her nose.

And then—

The locals hooted and hollered at the familiar patter, but the announcer smoothly pressed on.

The venue fell silent as if zipped shut. Veronica flushed at being called "sisters."

S-sisters?! At our age...!

She was anxious. But Silveryia and Snow White met her eyes with determined resolve, steadying her heart.

"Sorry, this is all my fault."

"No problem."

"F-first time's scary, but we're good!"

Their encouraging words fired her up. Before the intro even finished, Veronica stormed the stage.

All eyes on them. Not too close, but near enough in the cramped space for the men's heated gazes to scorch their skin.

"Ahh, aaa...♥"

Her resolve melted under their lustful stares. Only the urge to strip off the robe and cool her burning body remained. Before her daughter and ward, Veronica flung it off.

Their radiant silver hair gleamed under the lewd red lanterns—except Snow White's. Men around the stage went wild. All three wore dancer outfits: black sheer veils under their eyes, sparkling jewels on sheer bikini tops hinting at pierced nipples, and lower bodies barely covered by long, dangling black sheer veils tied precariously at the hips with strings. Lights passing over revealed every curve and silhouette—a depraved Arabian harem dancer getup to stoke male lust.

New music flowed amid the frenzy. But a problem arose.

Wh-what dance do I even do?

She got it—no whoring, just lewd stage dancing to tease. But Veronica, a lifelong knight, knew zilch about dancing—or pleasing men. She froze awkwardly. Reassuring the others, now their stares and thick male musk overwhelmed her.

She grabbed a nearby pole, thinking to wedge it in her cleavage like sucking the Orc's cock—but...

"..."

The top was the issue. Sheer, sturdy, unyielding. Her mind tangled again.

St-strip? No! Show my tits to strangers?!

Pre-Orc Veronica, washing amid soldiers on battlefields, wouldn't have cared...?

Was I like this even then?!

Reason fled; her eyes spun.

But then—

Turning toward the roar—

"Si-Silveryia?! Snow?!"

They slid down poles effortlessly, hanging upside down in bizarre poses to whip up cheers. Silveryia shook her ample tits—smaller than Veronica's but plenty—cupping them to draw eyes. Snow White swayed her ass, flaunting cuteness.

S-so lewdly... Ahh! That exposes their pussies!

Actually, desperately sex-appealing to the Orc in the crowd. Stunned by their slutty novelty, Veronica just watched.

"Hehehe~♥"

"This good? Or like this?"

Men drooling, foaming at their every curve. If they knew the truth, how many would still stare? None. They'd fade as a private snack. Yet under red lights, dancing to please these ignorant fools—like two flowers blooming by a crimson dawn lake—they were mesmerizing.

Strangers, really. Why? How could her daughter and ward flaunt such lewd beauty?

Their dancing didn't register. Heat enveloped her.

Maybe... maybe I've been wrong all along?

Women, sows—hiding such filthy instincts? Or was frigid her the freak?

"Haa... haa..."

Body ablaze despite the slutty garb. Like Icarus, wings burning toward the sun—throat parched. Surrounded by stares, yet lacking. Lonely on a desert isle amid cheers.

Silveryia tugged her top down, shaking pierced tits. Snow White slyly lifted her veil.

No, stop them! As eldest, mom, shield them!

But oddly thrilling. Worry? Really?

Of course. As mother, enduring these filthy gazes!

They watched her—like sparring, patrols. Her huge tits, ass!

Then cheers erupted.

"These pathetic boars, hard for my tits♥ But no—my body's Master's!"

"Hehe, show ya? Nah, mine too!"

Silveryia cupping and shaking; Snow White playfully whirling her veil. In that instant—

"M-me too... me... No, I want it too..."

Veronica realized she'd embraced the heat, stares, pleasure.

More, stare more—even if my wings burn, give me that sun!

"Look at me—all of you, look!"

Arms back grabbing the pole, legs splayed wide. Unbidden, hips twisted. Like servicing the Orc's cock that had ravaged her—pussy winking lewdly, invisible to them. The roar threatened to collapse the roof.

Yes, this! I craved this! Look more! Lewd eyes only! Scorn and lust me!

She admitted it unwittingly. The sow instinct crushed under her knight armor—Veronica Isis's filthy core!

"Hehehe... Mom too~♥"

"Such a slut...♥"

Silveryia and Snow White smiled at mother and grandma reveling in ugly stares, falling deeper. Sows gonna sow—knights or lords, inevitable. Soon, three in one bed serving Master.

"Beautiful..."

Tears for Silveryia as Veronica shed her "female knight" shell she'd admired and yearned to surpass.

"Nngh, like this? More! Look at me!"

Veronica danced—no, reenacted the Orc's humiliations: her most degraded moments onstage. Lewdness incarnate!

Men whipped out cocks, stroking. She smirked. Desperate to fuck her!

But missing something—the key to ignite her fully!

"Hng, haa...♥"

Fit to burst, yet unfulfilled! Amid frenzied dance, her eyes caught it—not nearby men, but farther, in a corner.

"Aaa...♥"

The Orc, grinning viciously at their depravity. Something exploded within—like the Big Bang.

"Can't... hold... baaaack anymoreeeee!!!"

Whiiiish—!

Veil aside, Veronica stripped bare. Men fought over her discarded clothes below, but she just smiled faintly.

The stage... had only just begun.