North Face Family: The Ogre Sisters' Rampage
“So? What do you girls have to say for yourselves?”
“Um... Actor oppa...”
“We thought the boss would like it...”
...Inside the Oz Family's hideout. It looked like a brutal slaughterhouse had gone down in there. Amid a sea of blood from corpses that had burst open or been torn apart, I glared at the two of them, holding back my anger as best I could while chewing out Mira and Shera.
The two massive, muscular women knelt meekly before me, taking their scolding. Human killing machines who'd pulled off a massacre. Mira and Shera hunched their shoulders, mumbling responses in voices that scraped the floor like they were crawling.
I'd given them a light recon mission to scout the Oz Family's hideout and dig up their hidden forces in the city. But what do they do? They wiped the place clean like it was trash pickup. Not a single Oz Family member left alive!
Sure, it was a mid-sized group of about 80 members, but according to the intel from Big Daddy and the stealthy infiltration via the sewers, these were top-tier thieves who operated with real discretion. And these two took them all out solo? That said it all about just how strong they were.
This North Continent was like the Warring States era—a lawless hellhole crawling with vicious criminals, heretics, cultists, black mages, and even failed rebels from other continents. Most crime outfits couldn't last a day here, yet this one had made enough noise to reach Big Daddy's ears. And two 15-year-old girls massacred them!
The kids used to be so sweet... If only I hadn't gotten wasted that day!
Ten years ago, on Big Daddy's recommendation, we moved into our new home: a massive mansion. This city, once a marquisate on the North Continent, was named Brad City after Big Daddy's old family. It sounded kinda childish, but hey—Colorado County was named after its count's family too. Nothing beats slapping your name on a place to make sure everyone remembers who owns it. Whatever.
The day we moved in, Mira and Shera insisted on helping carry boxes. I reluctantly handed them the light stuff, but wouldn't you know it? Among those boxes were Pladeus's mad experiments—potions for chimera synthesis!
The girls were only about five back then. They overdid it trying to help, tripped, and doused themselves in the stuff. Turns out, those potions were ground-up ogre essence mixed with blood and magic stones!
Pladeus's notes said to minimize side effects and failure rates by slowly injecting into isolated subjects in cultivation tanks, like our human experiments. But Mira and Shera got a full bath in the raw stuff!
Crack! Crunch!
“Waaahhh!!~~”
Kids!
I snapped out of my hangover at their screams outside and rushed over. Just like with Rina, their skeletons were twisting, bodies ballooning like balloons about to pop. I slapped on a mage's face skin, recalled Pladeus's experiment logs, and poured mana in bit by bit to wrangle the warped mana surging through their bodies. Thank god for luck—we barely saved them.
But their bodies had changed like Rina's. No longer five-year-olds, they'd shot up to 130cm tall—way past the 100cm mark—with broader frames than boys their age and the start of real muscle definition.
Still, they were alive. Tucker and Malcolm wept with relief. I kowtowed repeatedly, apologizing for not disposing of Pladeus's potions out of greed. The kids did the same, of course!
From then on, Mira and Shera came to me daily for checkups. No major side effects like Rina's, thankfully. But with strength beyond normal kids—or even adults—controlling it was a nightmare. Ogre superhuman power is dozens of times human limits. Even at five, squeezing a rock full-force would shatter it. As they played, those little muscles bulked up fast. By ten, they'd hit 160cm like Rina, with arms as thick as Tucker's—51cm around! Chef arms from brutal kitchen work.
They'd grown monstrously strong. Doors needed caution; once, playing ball with Jean and Pablo, a bad toss knocked them out cold.
Wham!
“Gyaahh!!~~”
Thud!
“Bwaaaah! Jean oppaaa!~”
“Pablo oppaaa! Don't dieee!~”
After that? Rina, with her ogre build, took over playtime and strength-control training. I checked their conditions sporadically and read fairy tales when they got bored. Monstrous muscle beasts with terrifying power, sure—but to me, they were still the same obedient, sweet girls.
Crunch. Snap.
“Ugh... Actor oppa. We did it again...”
“My body's heating up... Boss oppa...”
But lately, it's getting burdensome. Puberty hit, and they're growing daily. Soon they'll be Rina-sized behemoths...
Do ogres have growth spurts like humans? Or is it syncing with human puberty in their ogre-shifted bodies? Even now, while getting chewed out, their muscles twitched and swelled bigger with each spasm and ragged breath. Erotic as hell, but with my past-life memories, I couldn't blush at underage nudity! This world counts 15 as adult, but my line's 18!
Crunch!
“Kids! Does it hurt bad?!”
““Ugh... Actor oppa...””
“Grab my hands, quick!”
Squeeze!
Oof?! Hurts! My arm's gonna snap!
Hummm.
To ease their growth pains, we clasped hands and I channeled mana to balance their bodies. Pladeus used periodic monster-mana injections for stability, but no tanks here. So I shapeshifted into a mage and pumped it in directly.
About 30 minutes later, they calmed. Breathing steadied. Daily growth meant no normal clothes fit, so they wore stretchy magic-beast leather undies. Even those hit their limit today—ripped clean off, leaving them in massive, naked muscle glory.
Normally, they'd blush or rage like when others ogled them. But with me? Docile. They even seemed happy showing off.
No! They're kids! 15-year-olds! I'm a 50+ geezer counting past life. Three point one four one five nine...
I recited pi in my head to kill any dirty thoughts.
**
“Phew~ Better now?”
““Yesss~♪””
“If it hurts again, come to oppa right away. No holding back.”
““Okaay~♪””
“Aigoo~ You two. All bark in your answers. Sigh~ This face skin's toast now.”
...
“Next time, obey oppa? Got it? I'll get mad. Tell on you to Tucker and Malcolm. Understand?”
““Yes...””
“And pretty girls like you shouldn't just go around killing people, right? No more next time?”
““Yesss~♪ Thanks oppaaa~♥””
Whoosh! Crunchh!!
Ugh?! Ribs!! My ribs are cracking!!
Thrilled, they hugged me from both sides with those massive muscle bodies. Watermelon-sized breasts smothered my face softly; arms thicker than my waist crushed around me. Ogre strength cracked my ribs with pain, but I endured. Whining would just make them cry and freak out.
I ordered them to search for cash or intel, finally prying them off.
Oof... Good thing I brought potions. Oof... Gonna get my back snapped by these kids.
For them, it was joyful affection—light skinship. But with adult-sized bodies, fighting adult urges was tough.
**
...
“Hehehe~♥ Actor oppa called us pretty~♥”
“When I get bigger, I'll marry Actor oppa~♥”
“But Rina unnie and Estelle unnie said no sharing oppa?”
“Hmph! Unnies hogging boss oppa is unfair!”
As their bodies turned monstrous with age, Mira and Shera grew interested in boys as girls do. That interest fixed on me—the one constant treating them kindly despite it all. Casual touches escalated to flashing nudity. When my eyes drifted to their watermelon breasts, they'd flex their pecs to bounce them teasingly.
Most in the North Face Family who knew? Romance-obsessed girls.
““We really love Actor oppa~♥””
The guys, including oblivious me, missed it entirely.