North Face Family: The Ogre Sisters' Rampage
Thud-thud-
"Whew~♪ Hey, ladies. What brings you to a place like this?"
"Hahaha! You're tall ones! Here to scratch an itch down below? Kraahaha!"
...
Two enormous women strode into the dingy alley. Though cloaked head to toe in massive robes, their stunning faces drew lecherous stares from the thugs, who hurled crude remarks while slowly raking their eyes over the newcomers' figures.
Striking features framed one blonde head and one brunette—both looking freshly into adulthood, their youthful faces sharpened by keen eyes and pert noses, soft curves blending seamlessly into flawless porcelain skin. Even the heavy robes couldn't hide their colossal builds; broad shoulders suggested plate armor beneath, and they towered at least 185cm tall.
These bitches wander in blind. Guts spilling out their asses.
Look at 'em, all armored up. Think that keeps you safe in the North Continent?
Always some like this. Cocky with skills or righteousness and gear... Nothing beats breaking 'em down. Heh heh...
What're we waiting for? Pile on! Cute girls offering ass on a platter—time to serve 'em up!
Keh heh... First to drop gets first dibs! Got it?
"Hey. Directions. Your boss Oz—is this the way?"
"Hm?"
A soft voice, still carrying a girlish lilt, emanated from the blonde beauty. She directed the question at the approaching pack. At the mention of their boss's name from her lips, they exchanged glances before responding.
"Ahh—whaddya want with the boss? Heh heh... We could guide you, if you want."
"Yeah, yeah! For a price!"
"...How much?"
"Whew~♪ Nice and breezy. Here to hire the boss, maybe?"
"Hey, ladies. We're pricey. Doubt your pockets can handle it."
"Short on coin? Body works fine!"
"""Kraahaha!"""
...
Ssss-
As the thugs closed in one by one, the women's eyes curved into mocking crescents, lips twisting in sneers. Charming even in derision—but it only irked the blockers. They drew knives and swords, posturing arrogantly.
"Funny, huh? You said you got business with the boss? Folks who come here are one of two types. Know what?"
"Pfft—guess?"
"One's a client dropping a job. The other's..."
"Deluded bitches like you, strutting up to the boss!"
"Hand over everything while we're nice!-"
"Clothes too, naturally! Kraahaha!-"
Boom!-
BOOM!!--
"""Huh?"""
Thud-
...
The moment they'd roughed up the women for a gang rape—something exploded. A comrade vanished without trace. More like burst tomato: body shredded, splattering crimson across allies and alley, chunks of flesh and bone scattering like gravel.
Sizzle-
Flutter!-
"Trash... That desperate for my body? Then feast your eyes before you die."
The blonde responsible tore off her robe with thick fingers, flinging it back. Those who saw her true form froze solid.
Massive muscles—not just huge, but transcending human limits, mountains of flesh piled into a body of impossible power.
Spotted beast-hide bra and panties exposed savage curves. They'd mistaken robes for armor hiding plate—but no, it was her flesh itself: rock-hard muscle denser than boulders.
Beneath that girlish beauty: trapezius like a hillock around a thick neck. Shoulders spanned two grown men arm-in-arm. No human bore such width without armor.
Down the vast torso: deltoids like boulders, biceps throbbing with earthworm-thick veins and tendons pulsing like living things. Muscles triple a man's—hands like cauldrons that could crush heads. Canyons split her fibers; below ripped abs, legs thicker than bull haunches, trunks matching a man's torso.
Were it not for watermelon breasts atop pecs like shields, she'd pass for a hulking man. The brunette beside stripped likewise—matching monstrosity, impossible to call superior.
Clothes too tight, perhaps: a casual neck roll produced grotesque crunch-crack! like gears meshing—unimaginable from human joints, echoing through the alley.
Crunch-crack!-
"Phew~ Clothes always choke me out. But Mira, wasn't that too quick?"
"These creeps eye-fucked us first, Shera. We're killing 'em anyway—what's the rush?"
"True. Boss's orders, after all. Let's wrap it up."
...
"Wh-what the hell are these things?!"
"Monsters!-"
"Weapons up! Kill 'em now!-"
Roooar!!--
Pat-pat-
Overwhelmed briefly by the duo's reveal, fury over their dead comrade spurred the thugs to charge Mira and Shera, weapons raised in vengeance. The women felt no fear—only savage glee at bugs flying to flame.
Thus began the one-sided butchery.
Crunch-grind! "Gaaahh!-
Crack! Boom! Smash! Snap!- "Guhk!-
"What? That's it~? All a man's got?!"
"Kyahaha~♪ Trash! Weak asses daring us?!"
Boom!-
Caught in iron grips: exploded like bombs, crushed like rubble-buried corpses, limbs shredded to rags. Deaths too gruesome for words.
Not slaughter—abattoir. Skins peeled, skulls pulped, bodies mangled beyond form. Blood painted the alley scarlet.
Crunch!
"M-monsters..."
"I remember! North Face Family ogres!-"
"Fuck! Why here?!"
"Kyahaha~ We famous? Shera, we're celebs~♪"
"Krahaha~ So what? You're dead anyway~♪"
Smash! "Kyahhh!-"
Men burst. Limbs torn. Dough-kneaded to paste. All by raw ogre strength.
Oz Family fought: poisoned daggers flung, blades stabbed, crossbows loosed. Futile—bolts ricocheted off tougher-than-stone muscle, unscratched.
Crossbows piercing plate? Useless. Panic spread; they fled.
"Run!-"
"Get Oz! We can't win!-"
"Think you'll escape?"
"Yeah. You all die~♪"
North Face Family. Ten years prior: newborn force exploding across the North Continent.
Leader's identity secret—rumors: mage, thief, knight. [Master of disguise, any form; faceless being.]
Members: inhuman monsters rivaling infamous Big Daddy Family. Fact across the lawless land.
Now allied, both swelled rapidly over decade; rivals watched warily. Oz Family among them.
Infiltrating Big Daddy turf for intel on client orders—bad luck: caught by North Face. Massacred.
Smash!
"Sh-shit! Mercy!- I'll spill! Guide you to Oz!"
"Don't need that!"
Boom!-
Thud-crunch!-
...
"Phew~♪ Fresh as fuck!~♪ Hands-down best—popping trash feels goooood!-"
"Haa~♪ Bliss~♪ Finish up? Don't wanna keep Actor waiting."
"Hehe~♪ Beg Boss for praise after~♥"
Their boss: North Face Family head, Dantalian's contractor—Actor.
Ten years on, grown women: Mira and Shera, raised with Actor's crew since kids.
Smitten by their white-knight savior who saved them repeatedly, built their home—he now led them as enforcers.
Mission: scout Oz hideout. But low-tier grunts? Mira and Shera went rogue: massacre, then sewers.
"Alright! Crush these arrogant fucks~♪"
"Boss's enemies all die~♪"
Ten years turned innocent girls to vicious muscle horrors. From Mira and Shera's lips: Oz Family's doom decreed.