The Info-Dumper Orc
In the waiting room of the Feast, Madame Tana stood with her usual poise, wearing a form-fitting red silk dress that hugged her voluptuous curves. Holding a long pipe in one hand, she spoke with effortless authority.
A faint, knowing smirk played on her lips, as if she knew every secret in the world—or was simply mocking it.
"Ciel, your client today is an Orc. He's a bit different from that horny goblin or that bratty little elf you had before, so you don't need to be so tense."
"If he's going to pounce on me like a wild beast like that wretched goblin did, I'll pass," Luciel said, her brow furrowing in distaste.
Perhaps because her tryst with Sia the previous night had been so satisfying, she felt an especially strong aversion to entertaining male clients today.
"Hoho, don't worry. He's not like that at all. He's actually quite gentle and gentlemanly. In fact, you might have to be the one to take the lead." The madame chuckled, clearly amused.
"Though... he does talk a bit... well, a lot. If he has a flaw, that would be it."
"How much is 'a lot'? Is it something I can handle?" An ominous premonition crept over Luciel, a slow-burning anxiety blooming in her chest.
"Hmm... let's see. Last time, before they even got started, he spent a solid hour explaining the architectural layout and historical significance of the Feast's brickwork. Lahara said she nearly fainted from boredom just listening to him. Does that give you an idea?"
The madame shrugged, adding, "Good luck, Ciel." Her eyes gleamed with a mischievous light, as if she were happily dumping a troublesome chore onto someone else's lap.
The heavy door of the VIP suite creaked open. Today's client was, as expected—no, far more peculiar than she had anticipated.
He was a pale-green-skinned Orc wearing thick, horn-rimmed glasses. Two neatly starched hairbands bound his hair, and he held a thick roll of parchment and a quill in his hands.
He looked less like a warrior and more like a librarian or an eccentric scholar. When one thought of Orcs, images of hulking, savage brutes usually came to mind, but this one was entirely different. If anything, he looked somewhat naive and clumsy.
The sheer awkwardness of his appearance almost made Luciel snort with laughter.
"Greetings! I am Dorian, the twenty-third direct heir of the prestigious Gojisik Orc clan! It is an absolute honor to meet you!" The moment he saw Luciel, he bowed deeply and introduced himself with dramatic flair. His voice was surprisingly smooth and intellectual.
"I'm Ciel," Luciel replied curtly. He was clearly the type who would exhaust anyone just by existing. Yet, at the same time, a mischievous urge to tease him welled up inside her.
"Oh! Ciel! What a magnificent name! Tell me, does it perhaps carry the profound ancient meaning of 'a single bolt of blue lightning blooming loftily beneath the dark night sky'? Or was it perhaps inherited from a legendary hero of old?" Dorian asked, his eyes sparkling with academic curiosity.
"Nothing like that. It's just Ciel," Luciel said, flatly crushing his expectations. She felt a strange sense of satisfaction in shattering his romantic illusions.
It was from that moment that the gates of a very specific kind of hell swung wide open.
"Do not be discouraged, Lady Ciel! Even if your name lacks a profound etymology, your beauty is far more valuable than any deep meaning! Ahem, but I digress. To return to the main topic, how much do you know about this establishment known as 'The Feast'? For instance, are you aware of the socio-cultural and economic impacts that brothels have had on the developmental process of civilization—"
As Dorian unleashed a relentless torrent of long-winded explanations, Luciel felt her irritation steadily rising. His words flowed without end, his topics shifting erratically from the history of the Cardion civilization to economics, sociology, culture, and even cosmology. His knowledge was vast, but his social awareness was absolute zero. She let out a heavy sigh.
"In fact, the very building of the Feast we occupy right now is located a mere twenty kilometers east of Artina, the former capital of the once-glorious Human Empire! Which is to say, it was a highly critical strategic location geographically! Originally, this area was nothing but ordinary farmland on the outskirts of the city, but following the collapse of the Empire and the subsequent era of chaos, it transformed into a new commercial hub where goods from all over gathered! Particularly, rare herbs and minerals native only to the Cursed Lands passed through here—"
He gestured animatedly, completely swept up in his own lecture. Deciding she had heard enough, she resolved to cut him off and change the subject.
"So, Master Dorian, what is it that you actually want to do? Surely you had a reason for paying money to come here?"
"Wait! Just one moment, please! Before we proceed, there is a monumentally important historical event we must address! I speak of the catastrophic event thirty years ago that shook the entire world—the overnight collapse of the great Human Empire!"
Adjusting his glasses, Dorian stared at Luciel with eyes full of academic fervor. His gaze bordered on the fanatical.
"Now, listen closely! The fall of the Empire was not caused by a mere war or civil unrest! While there were warning signs beforehand, on that fateful night, the entire imperial palace of the capital, Artina—that grand, magnificent palace—vanished overnight like a mirage! It wasn't burned, nor did it crumble; it simply ceased to exist. It was as if space itself had been scooped out! Like a colossal entity slicing through paper with a razor-sharp blade, it vanished cleanly with a single shuck! How utterly mysterious and wondrous is that!"
He described it so vividly, it was as if he had witnessed the event firsthand. Luciel muttered to herself in the privacy of her mind.
'If only I hadn't gotten into that cursed gambling match, my palace wouldn't have been signed away in its entirety. Ugh, my miserable life.'
"Immediately afterward, the Empire, stripped of its central authority, collapsed uncontrollably. Warlords in every region cropped up like mushrooms after rain. Not just humans, but elves, dwarves, and even we Orcs secured our own territories and established various city-states. It was a true era of chaos, a warring states period! What a dramatic and thrilling historical turning point!"
Dorian's voice grew louder and more passionate. Luciel was rapidly reaching the absolute limit of her patience.
"Excuse me, client. How many times do I have to tell you that I'm here to work? Go give your history lectures at a museum, or blabber all you want to those high-and-mighty members of your Gojisik clan."
"Just a moment! Just a tiny bit more! This is a truly crucial detail! It is the most prominent theory regarding the collapse of the Empire, and without it, our meeting tonight would be utterly meaningless!"
He pleaded almost desperately. And so, thirty agonizingly boring minutes slipped away. Luciel was now half-dissociated, her mind drifting.
Yet, Dorian the Orc remained as earnest and passionate as ever. Unrolling a massive parchment map he had brought from god-knows-where, he continued to lecture her.
"Look here! This area outlined in red is where the imperial palace once stood! And now, as you can see, it has been reduced to a massive crater—essentially a meteor impact site! Is it not incredibly fascinating and mysterious? What kind of force could have possibly been exerted to cause such a phenomenon?!"
He gasped in continuous awe. Luciel, on the other hand, felt like crying.
"When is this going to end?! I just want to get this over with and get out of here!"
"Furthermore, there is a hypothesis proposed by a faction of academia that an ancient, forbidden magical weapon from the Dimensional War era might have been deployed! Its destructive power is said to transcend imagination, capable of distorting or even erasing space itself—"
Snap. She couldn't take another second.
"Shut your damn mouth and take off your pants, you info-dumping Orc bastard."
Luciel lunged out of her seat, yanked his trousers down, and roughly grabbed his cock.
Dorian's member was surprisingly average. In fact, for an Orc, it was on the smaller side.
Desperate to make him ejaculate as quickly as possible, Luciel began to jerk him off haphazardly, twisting and pulling as if trying to fix a broken faucet.
Caught completely off guard, Dorian cried out in panic, "W-What...! What is the meaning of this insolence?! My explanation is not yet finished—gasp?!"
His face flushed red with a mixture of bewilderment and perhaps a hint of anticipation. Luciel's provocative, rough handling seemed to have triggered a primal male instinct entirely separate from his academic curiosity.
Luciel sensed a sudden flash in his eyes as the wild, beastly energy inherent to Orcs began to stir. His cock, too, began to react rapidly to her sudden, aggressive touch.
"Ugh... This is... quite an unexpected variable. Lady Ciel's proactive stance was not accounted for in my research hypothesis... Mmm... Fascinating. Is this a manifestation of 'aggression stemming from masochistic tendencies' that I have only read about in literature? Or is it merely an expression of simple impatience? I must verify this through direct experimentation."
With a sudden gleam of academic resolve in his eyes, Dorian grabbed Luciel with a newfound firmness and turned her around to face away from him. Though his touch was still somewhat clumsy, his gaze was deadly serious as he aimed his shaft at her slit, which was already slick with overflowing juices.
"Now, Lady Ciel. From this moment, we shall embark on a highly crucial empirical study. From an anatomical perspective, this position offers the most efficient angle for stimulating the female G-spot and the male prostate—oof!"
Sick to death of his endless lecturing, Luciel reached back and clamped her hand over his mouth.
But as she had already learned from experience, resisting with a body cursed by the Constellations was utterly futile. Resigning herself to her fate, she began to yield her body to Dorian.
"M-My lady...! I-I shall now attempt penetration from the rear...! Commencing data collection on the physiological changes this act will induce...! Pardon me!"
The moment his shaft slid inside her, Luciel reflexively tried to balance herself. Arching her back to present her hips more prominently, she gripped the bookshelf in front of her with both hands.
"Ngh...! I told you... stop explaining every single thing...! Just hurry up and do it...!"
Even as Luciel spoke, her face flushing red with sheer embarrassment, Dorian's hips began to drive forward and back.
His movements were still somewhat awkward, as if he were conducting an academic inquiry to observe which angles and depths triggered what reactions, but his raw strength was surprisingly formidable.
Slap, slap, slap...!
"Haa... haa... My lady... pant... How many men have you experienced thus far...? pant... Please do not misunderstand, this is purely out of academic curiosity...!"
"W-Why are you asking that... pant... pant... It has nothing to do with you...!"
"If you do not wish to say... you do not... pant... pant... have to...!"
Even in the heat of the act, Dorian kept asking questions and talking to her. He was still incredibly chatty, but now his words were laced with sexual arousal, creating a bizarrely intense atmosphere.
Luciel's head spun every time Dorian thrust his hips and spoke. She wanted to focus on the pleasure, but his constant chatter shattered her concentration, making her anxious that she might let slip something she shouldn't.
Realizing he was at least asking questions now rather than lecturing her, Luciel decided to answer honestly just so she could focus on the physical sensations.
"Two... pant... pant... Happy now?"
"Did you say two?"
"Yes, two!"
One was the horny goblin, and the other was the bratty elf. Luciel answered Dorian based on the two clients she had actually entertained.
At her answer, Dorian stopped his thrusting, completely taken aback.
"W-What is it? Why did you stop all of a sudden...!"
"That is a surprisingly low number."
"Haa... pant... Is there a problem with it being low?"
Dorian was genuinely shocked that a woman of Luciel's breathtaking beauty had only been with two men.
"Hearing that makes me feel incredibly regretful."
"Haa... pant... What is there to be regretful about?"
"Does that not mean that if I had simply beaten those two to the punch, I could have claimed your virginity? If dozens of men had already passed through you, it would be one thing, but to miss it by only two... It is truly a tragedy."
He sighed with genuine lamentation. Luciel was too flabbergasted to speak.
Since she had only entertained the goblin and the elf since arriving at the Feast, Dorian was indeed her third man.
Luciel had no intention of clarifying that, so she remained silent.
"Then I have no choice. Since you are not yet prepared, full penetration will be difficult, but I shall have to satisfy myself with taking your first time here instead."
As he spoke, Dorian coated his finger in the juices leaking from her pussy and slid it smoothly into Luciel's anus.
"Kyaaaah! What do you think you're doing, you perverted Orc?!"
Luciel reacted instantly, her head snapping back.
As Dorian's finger pushed deeper in tandem with the rhythm of his hips, Luciel reflexively clenched her buttocks, squeezing his finger tight as it began to stimulate her sensitive interior.
Slap! Squelch, squelch... Slap! Squelch, squelch...
"Hmm... As expected of a first time, you are incredibly tight. If only we had more time, I would have properly loosened you up. What a pity."
"Dorian, you crazy Orc...! Pull it out! Pull it out right now...!"
"Lady Ciel, could you yield just this one thing to me? I, too, am an Orc who wishes to conquer a first time. The desire to possess your first is simply too strong to abandon."
Despite his scholarly appearance, he was incredibly stubborn. If only it weren't for the Constellations' curse! The sheer fact that she was surrendering her body to such insignificant creatures filled Luciel with overwhelming shame and humiliation.
"Ngh...! D-Dorian... but... that...! Not my ass, please!"
Dorian stopped moving his finger inside her and gently caressed the rim. "Do you mean here?"
"Y-Yes...! Ah! So, please... not there...!"
"To cast aside a golden opportunity to investigate Lady Ciel's first time would go entirely against my spirit of inquiry as a scholar!"
"Ahhhhn...! You crazy, info-dumping, perverted Orc bastard!"
Realizing her desperate attempt to stop him had backfired instantly, Luciel squeezed her eyes shut, letting out a sob-like moan.
'Ahhh...! I'm feeling it... I'm feeling it again!'
At that moment, Dorian's finger vanished completely inside her. He began to thrust his hips even more violently, wriggling his finger deep within her anus.
Slap, slap...! Slap, slap! Slap!
"Ah, ngh! Mmm! Ah...! Ugh...! It hurts...! But... it feels so strange...!"
Every time Dorian's finger stimulated her vaginal wall from behind, Luciel's body shuddered, her breath catching in her throat.
Her attempts to draw a long breath dissolved into short, ragged whimpers, and her breathing grew shallower by the second. His clumsy movements were hitting unexpected spots, throwing her senses into utter chaos.
Luciel gripped the bookshelf tighter, fighting to endure this bizarre, intense sensation. Dorian continued to mutter as he mapped her body, his intellectual curiosity and carnal lust proving utterly bottomless.
Luciel, once the absolute Emperor, had now been reduced to a mere Orc's test subject and a tool for his release. Where was the bottom of this endless abyss? She panted heavily, drowning in despair.
Slap, slap...! Slap, slap! Slap!
Dorian's hips showed no signs of slowing down. His finger continued to squirm inside her anus, pressing against her vaginal wall from behind, while his shaft relentlessly plunged in and out of her burning core.
Luciel was now completely out of her mind. Her thoughts had dissolved into a blank white void, leaving only a turbulent mix of pleasure and shame to torment her.
"Ah, ngh! Mmm! Ah...! Ugh...! It hurts...! But... it feels so strange...! S-Stop...!"
Coherent words no longer escaped her lips. Only desperate, breathless moans of pure ecstasy filled the room.
Every time Dorian's finger pressed against the vaginal wall from inside her anus, stimulating both passages simultaneously while his cock was still buried deep inside her, Luciel's body convulsed, her breath completely stolen away.
Even when she tried to take a deep breath to let out a proper moan, her throat seized, forcing out only short, clipped gasps that made her hyperventilate.
She squeezed the bookshelf with all her might, trying to withstand this bizarre, overwhelming sensation, but her body had already been thoroughly tamed by his touch.
"I believe... I have reached my limit...! Will you receive the essence of the great Gojisik clan?!"
Dorian's voice was heavily flushed, unlike before. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead, and his eyes behind his glasses burned with raw, unbridled lust.
The scholar was gone; only a male Orc entirely ruled by his primal instincts remained.
"N-No...! Not inside... don't...! Ah!"
Luciel tried to resist with the last shreds of her sanity, but it was already too late.
Whether Dorian hadn't heard her, had ignored her, or simply didn't care, he drove his hips forward with one final, violent surge of power.
"Kuaaaah! Orc stamina is the greatest in the world!"
With a thunderous roar, Dorian unleashed his hot, thick essence, flooding the deepest recesses of Luciel's body.
Luciel's entire body shuddered violently. The sheer intensity of the climax threatened to pull her under into unconsciousness.
The sensation of the hot fluid filling her insides was incredibly vivid and humiliating, yet it delivered an undeniable, inescapable wave of pleasure.
"Ahhhhn!! I'm cumming! I'm cumming from an Orc's cock! Ahhn!"
Her womb throbbed warmly as if greedily drinking in his seed, and high-pitched, helpless whimpers spilled continuously from her lips as she writhed in pleasure.
Despite her intense shame and self-loathing, her body had been utterly conquered by ecstasy.
Even after ejaculating, Dorian remained collapsed over Luciel's back for a while, panting heavily. Then, with a satisfied sigh, he began to scan her body thoroughly, offering his critique.
"Hmm... You truly possess an exquisite figure. The firm breasts, the slender waist, and the voluptuous hips—it is a flawless silhouette. I can only marvel at it. This is what one would call a work of art."
His words were highly explicit, yet they carried a bizarrely academic tone. Suppressing the fury boiling inside her, Luciel silently endured his clinical evaluation of her flesh.
Dorian reached around to gently cup Luciel's breast, lightly flicking her nipple.
"And these nipples... the more I touch them, the more intriguing they are. The color is lovely, and the shape is quite charming. I simply cannot resist. My lady, please entertain me once more."
Grinning, he climbed back on top of Luciel.
"Ahhn... stop it already...!"
Luciel tried to muster some resistance, but the power of the cursed tattoo easily crushed her will. Her body, already thoroughly trained to seek pleasure, did not reject Dorian's touch.
"N-No... ngh... ahhn...! Not there... don't...!"
In her despair, she was swept away by an even more intense wave of pleasure, completely betraying her own mind.
She was no longer a person. She was merely a beast begging for pleasure.
'Just how far am I going to fall?'
A self-deprecating laugh bubbled up inside her. To think that she, the former Emperor, had now become a mere plaything for a perverted Orc's sexual release and academic curiosity—there could be no greater humiliation.
Yet strangely, deep in her heart, rather than the intense fury or despair she had felt before, there was only a hollow numbness—and perhaps, a terrifying hint of familiarity.
Was this what the Constellations wanted? To shatter her pride into dust and tame her to this filthy reality?
Luciel slowly pulled herself up and walked over to the window. The world outside remained peaceful, but her mind was a wasteland ravaged by a storm.
"It's not... it's not over yet."
She muttered quietly. Her voice carried a cold, hard edge that hadn't been there before.
She would never forget this humiliation. And one day, she would pay it back a thousandfold.
That was the sole reason she had to survive this hell.
An info-dumping Orc's stamina might be the greatest in the world, but an Emperor's thirst for vengeance would be the greatest in the universe, Luciel swore to herself.
