The City-State's Guild Leader - 1
"They're sending a diplomatic envoy from the Demon Realm."
"I know."
"And among them…"
The City-State Alliance was a region ruled by its guilds. At present, the Martial Guild held the reins of its politics — and at the center of that guild, without question, stood its Guild Leader.
That Guild Leader now stared at her subordinates with pure disbelief. They were hesitating over something as simple as a name.
The short-haired beauty could not understand why these idiots were stalling over a single name.
"What, you think they'd only send nobodies who've never even been mentioned in the war? Spit it out."
"W-well… there's someone named Gornakh."
She flinched.
"…What did you just say?"
Her voice trembled. Her copper-bright skin was visibly quivering.
"Gornakh is among them."
Thud.
Her heart felt like it had dropped straight through the floor. The Guild Leader forced herself to breathe, slow and deliberate. Her hard-earned muscle was shaking uncontrollably.
"Guild Leader! Please calm down! He's coming as an envoy!"
But the beautiful Guild Leader's grudge ran too deep. She could not stop trembling.
"Please, calm yourself!"
The guild members scrambled to soothe her.
This is bad. She's going to try to kill him the second he walks through the door, isn't she?
No matter how thoroughly Gornakh had once broken their Guild Leader into a sex slave, he was a guest now. A guest carrying the Demon King's own letter of recommendation.
Somehow, we have to get her anger under control—
But the trembling the guild members saw was not what they thought it was.
This is bad…
It was fear.
He's coming to collect me…!
He's going to drag me back as that orc's sex slave!
Her thoroughly trained body still remembered the pleasure of those days. More than rage, what surged through her was dread — dread of seeing that orc again, dread that he meant to take her away.
"Hmm, let's see. Oh, she looks healthy enough."
The Succubus was reviewing the Guild Leader's file with open admiration, preparing for their upcoming meeting.
"One of the first captives I took."
Even to a Succubus's eye, it was a body worth savoring.
I've always had a good eye.
Short-cut, tanned muscle girl.
Just thinking about her brought the memories flooding back. A powerhouse who talked like a street thug yet hit hard enough to give even orcs real trouble. Of course, against me she hadn't stood a chance — I'd captured her raw.
I do kind of miss her.
"How did you handle her back then?"
"Whenever she acted up, I fucked her."
Every time she resisted, I pinned her down with sheer strength and gave her a thorough education with an orc's cock. And every time, I trained her body a little further — until it learned to welcome an orc's dick with joy.
"So… can this slave be reclaimed?"
The Succubus asked.
As far as I was concerned…
"Doubt it."
"Why?"
"No matter how hard I pounded her, she just kept fighting back."
I still remembered her as one of the more difficult slaves to break.
"She'd charge in even knowing she was going to lose. A rabid dog, pure and simple."
"Hmm…"
But the Succubus saw it differently.
"Maybe she charged in because she knew she'd lose?"
"What?"
"Never mind. Let's just go see for ourselves."
"Master Gorn…♡"
"Why the hell do you keep resisting just to be a pain?"
Her sculpted abs bulged outward every time they took the orc's cock.
"Hnghik♡ Hngik…♡"
Forced into the I-shaped split, one leg hauled high, she took her disciplinary fucking with his cock.♡
It feels so good♡
But if she didn't resist, he wouldn't give her his cock…!
"You gonna fight me again tomorrow? Huh?"
Yes. I will!
Of course, not a word of that left her mouth.
Nngh♡
Her climax sprayed free and clear, nothing in its way, arcing through the air like water from a fountain. The pleasure was turning her brain to mush. There was no escaping it now.
It's already too late♡
How should I resist tomorrow?
What position will he put me in tomorrow?♡
Master…♡
Even now, his cock buried to the root made her whole body shudder with pleasure and poured obedience straight into her soul.
…
……
—AAAAAAAGH!
CRASH!
Hah… hah…
Gasping for air, she looked around. A bedroom. Not the crude cots that damned orc had once prepared for his captives — the Guild Leader's own plush bed.
Or rather, what used to be a plush bed. The fist she'd swung while thrashing free of the nightmare had smashed it to pieces.
"A dream…?"
"Guild Leader, is something wrong?"
"Ah— nothing! It's nothing!"
Cold sweat coated her entire body.
And then—
Slick.
My body still remembers?
Love juices were leaking from between her legs. For a second she'd thought she'd wet herself — but no. It was a puddle of arousal.
Just hearing his name had been enough. Her body was already preparing to take him.
Calm down.
She wasn't who she used to be. Back then she'd only been the Deputy Guild Leader, and she'd made a mistake. Not anymore.
She was the Guild Leader now. The de facto head of multiple city-states.
He won't try to take me away♡
But what if that was a lie?
What if he simply intended to drag her off by force—
Could I even resist…?
Whenever she thought back to those days, she could still feel that merciless strength.
The war with the Demon Realm had stretched on without end. And so the battlefields once held by regular soldiers came to be filled by adventurers, mercenaries, and guilds.
Even Valeria — who operated as a solo party of one — received a commission. Solo or not, she was the Deputy Guild Leader of the Martial Guild, and her rates reflected it. Still, the job came in.
An entire minor nation had put out the request specifically for her.
"Just wipe out a pack of orcs?"
For a contract of that weight, the job itself was almost insultingly simple. Valeria was a martial artist who cleared the hardest missions alone. Her iron physique and monstrous stamina had rocketed her to name recognition almost overnight.
Of course, her striking beauty and muscle-honed figure had built her reputation in other ways entirely.
A woman who solo-cleared entire dungeons, and they wanted her for a handful of orcs? No problem at all.
"I'll go crush them myself. Just make sure the pay matches."
With nothing but steel-plated gauntlets on her fists, she could beat most enemies to death. And these were brainless orcs?
There was nothing to fear from a race that stupid.
"Come on, you dumb bastards! All of you at once!"
She hurled herself off a cliff straight into the orc settlement, landing in the middle of the horde and bellowing a challenge.
—What's with this crazy bitch?
—That one's mine!
—The hell are you talking about? She's mine!
True to form for orcs obsessed with women, they charged with no order, no discipline, no plan.
They were huge, sure, but—
WHAM!
—Guaaaargh!
"Might as well not have brains at all!"
They came at her with nothing but raw fists and brute force — no technique whatsoever. She had zero intention of losing.
CRACK. Thud.
"Hoo…"
With that kind of payout, I could live easy for years!
Not that the work was risk-free. These were orcs — the kind that, if they captured a woman alive, would rape her without mercy and turn her into a sex slave. Getting caught meant game over on the spot.
But this pack was even dumber than expected. The confident fighter never once thought she might lose. And right now she was casually dismantling the orcs ringing her in a circle, one after another.
"Is that all you've got?!"
The orcs' clearest weakness was their stupidity. Sure, sheer strength solved most of their problems — but not all of them.
"You the boss!? Come on!"
Even the ones who looked like captains would abandon command the moment she taunted them and charge straight in.
"At this rate I'm gonna feel bad taking the money!"
Get paid to beat the hell out of a bunch of punching bags? Where else could you find a deal like that?
As long as you could fight, battling orcs wasn't such a bad trade. The risk of their trademark merciless violation and sexual slavery was real — but these were creatures who trusted nothing but muscle. Barely a step above beasts that happened to speak a few words.
For a skilled fighter, they were perfect for picking off one by one.
"Hey! You too — come at me!"
She even threw a taunt at an orc who looked noticeably bigger than the rest.
"Why would I?"
But that orc didn't rise to the bait. He just shrugged and looked at her like she was an idiot.
Every other orc was thinking of nothing but pinning her down. This one alone surveyed the battlefield with calm, cold eyes.
And his name was—
—Lord Gornakh!
—The Chief's son is here!
—Who the hell told you to fight this stupidly?
Before Gornakh's name became known, battles against orcs had been fights that skilled warriors simply did not lose.
—Fight the way I ordered you!
Then one orc appeared, and the entire race's standing rose with him. Into a horde of massive, brainless brutes stepped an orc who served as their intelligence — and not just any intelligence. He displayed strategy that crushed ordinary human commanders flat.
"Hey, they say you're the boss — get out here and fight!"
The martial artist named Valeria—
"Oh? Looking down on me?"
—had been one of the casualties from before the name Gornakh ever became famous.