The Captured Guild Leader's Rage
“Your Majesty, but are you sure this is alright?”
“What?”
“No matter how much of a war hero you are, he’s an orc.”
“Honestly, I’m not saying we should ignore orcs, but this kind of diplomacy isn’t something an orc can solve, is it?”
A perfectly reasonable question.
If we’re talking pure cunning, there are plenty of others who could do it.
Succubi or incubi could flip an entire nation with nothing but allure.
Witches could pressure from the shadows they’ve already rooted themselves in.
Fox beastkin crush other races with sheer deception.
And yet the most important nation’s pride rests on an orc.
“You’re worrying about nothing.”
“What?”
“That orc is far more cunning than you think.”
The Demon King knew.
Even if Gornakh himself couldn’t remember, she had met him once.
She had watched him fight on the battlefield years ago.
“That guy seems like he sees the world differently from us.”
“It’s like… his perspective is completely off, as if he wandered in from another world.”
The Demon King wasn’t the sharpest mind, but her intuition was spot-on.
“So you’ll have plenty of interesting situations ahead.”
Maybe not.
****
-Khek.
“Getting your senses back now?”
Gornakh looked at the succubus and spoke.
-You talk a lot for someone who’s still shaken.
-No, why would it be wrong?
The orc clicked his tongue in disbelief.
-It’s not wrong, but at least think before you speak.
-No, that female is terrified of you!
-Heh heh, how considerate of you.
The orc mocked the proud succubus.
She sounded nothing like a normal orc—right from the start.
-So, can we talk tomorrow?
-Probably.
Absolute certainty from the orc.
Instead, the succubus asked.
-You lost because of me? Ah, my head… be gentle.
-If it still hurts, there are plenty of healers around. Go get treated.
-More importantly, why are you so sure we can talk tomorrow? Any proof?
-Of course.
-Mmm, here we are.
And right then the wind howled through the hidden mic.
When she grabbed the device to transmit sound, this was what she heard.
-Can you hear me?
Gornakh was clearly holding the wiretap.
“Hah…”
-No matter what, you can’t win against me.
-Let’s talk tomorrow—
KWAD.
Valeria smashed the wiretap apart.
The machine, crushed by the guild leader’s powerful fist, shattered into fragments and exploded outward.
“Hoo… hoo…”
Caught…?
Since when?
It had originally been placed to pick up signs from the demonic forces after the great war, but it had been overheard.
“In that case, I’ll have to meet him tomorrow.”
Even so, intercepting a representative of another country wasn’t exactly a great look.
KONG.
Valeria slammed her fist onto the desk.
The priceless luxury desk was instantly pulverized.
“You damn bastard…”
Valeria shoved off her seat, still seething with rage.
****
“Was I going too far with the prank?”
But the one who started the wiretap was the one in the wrong, wasn’t she?
“Any other sensors that might catch something?”
“No, none.”
“Then I’ll wash up. I must smell like a carriage after not being able to bathe properly.”
“I know, I know.”
No matter how you looked at it, this succubus needed to be discarded.
Still, the medieval-style luxury hotel had a certain charm; it wasn’t bad at all.
At least better than an orc settlement.
Warm water was a blessing.
She soaked in the first real bath in who knew how long.
Now I finally feel like I’m alive.
Days in the carriage had been harder than the blood-soaked battlefield.
How ridiculous.
The moment of certain death was terrifying, but the endless hours of doing nothing were worse.
She was nothing but an orc warrior, after all.
She wiped her body roughly and glanced out the window at the city beyond.
The blend of magic, bustling metropolis, and harbor was a sight worth seeing.
Even the sunset painted the sea in hues that made the city glow.
“Whoa, what a huge thing.”
The succubus sighed in admiration, ruining Gornakh’s private moment of contemplation.
Thinking back, since becoming an orc he hadn’t once covered himself in front of anyone.
She ignored the succubus’s shameless gaze.
-Are you going to wash too?
-The feeling is better after washing.
-Then stop staring and get in already.
-Yeees~
The sunset still bathed the city in its magical glow as they watched.
“Hmm… there…”
Even from a distance, someone was practicing in the middle of an open field.
Valeria?
Why was the guild leader training there?
That was a mystery, but the outfit was so revealing her eyes lit up.
****
Just a moment ago.
Valeria had smashed the wiretap and bolted down the street.
When she was angry, she punched it out of her system.
She ran like a madwoman, crossing the entire city-nation union in seconds.
Yet the rage still burned.
She stopped and started practicing in the open field.
“Haaap!”
She thrust her fist forward with all her strength.
The air around her cracked with a satisfying punch.
Next she kicked the empty air.
Each motion sent a clear whistle through the air.
“What!? No matter what, you’re not winning against me!”
When we meet, I’ll knock that smug look right off your face!
Click.
The motions flowed naturally, but then her fist slammed into the tree at the edge of the field.
CRACK.
“Crap…”
Only then did the guild leader, who had been destroying public property, finally sigh.
“Son of a bitch…”
Let’s start over.
She hadn’t forgotten the shame from back then.
Haven’t forgotten the days when she had been utterly broken.
“Back then I swore…”
“I swore…”
The guild leader’s gaze drifted toward a certain window.
A green-skinned demonic race.
Gornakh…
The anger she had been trying to cool only flared hotter.
But what she hadn’t expected was that he was naked.
Eh?
Why is he… naked over there…
The fire in her chest that had been raging moments ago was doused, as if someone had thrown water on a bonfire.
And in its place came something far more dangerous…
Whoa… still so big… ♡
The lingering heat spread across her body and pooled in her lower abdomen.
Shudder.
Her body trembled on its own.
Even if she denied it, her body remembered.
The massive cock of the man who had instantly branded his name inside the trained body of a martial artist.
The shameful memories of crawling on the floor, moaning in pleasure instead of pain, and deliberately fighting back to make him take her.
The cunning orc who used aphrodisiacs to break her, then forced her into submission while stripping away every ounce of pain and turning her into a loyal female.
Huff.
Heh… he mocked me!
Had he seen through her?
Even though it was the orc taking off his clothes, he looked far more confident.
She, who was still clothed, felt as if she were the one baring herself.
No…
I… ♡
She thought he was naked.
Because he had grown stronger back then, because he had kept his distance.
But even the sight of a cock that humans could never hope to match left her completely powerless.
The humiliating memories of deliberately fighting back just to receive his size.
Ah, no… ♡
She clenched her teeth and forced herself to stay seated.
She bolted again.
This time she ran to cool off once more.
Of course it wasn’t the same raging fire as before,
but she ran to forget the far more dangerous emotion.
The past memories that kept forcing themselves into her mind.
No…! I can’t think about it!
****
Meanwhile, the orc…
“What are you looking at?”
“It’s too far to see clearly.”
Something was staring at him and cursing, yet the expression was hidden.
The orc’s eyes weren’t exactly great.
“They say they’re offering food and service here?”
“First get a proper health check.”
“Then can I eat it?”
“Do whatever you want.”
To an orc, new experiences were always a delight.
The rulers of these cities were trembling in fear, but the guests seemed to be enjoying themselves just fine.
Originally, predators had an easy time.
But there was always a reason to chase fleeing prey.
Only those who had already been caught by that orc could truly understand her suffering.
****
Back when Gornakh was still an unknown warrior.
That was the moment Valeria had been captured by him.
“Your body isn’t bad at all, is it?”
“You damn bastard!”
A brown-skinned, muscular beauty with well-defined muscles was rare.
This is plenty of premium goods.
The wild-tempered brown-skinned woman had been extremely rebellious.
But with this kind of appearance, he could forgive her.
“Hmm, what should we do?”
At the time, Gornakh had asked the succubi who loved to steal women for help.
“Hey, you filthy bastard!”
I need to tame the wild beast from the start.
She had handled plenty of wild animals before, so the method was simple.
“Get her under the aphrodisiac.”
“You crazy—”
Before he could finish, a huge barrel filled with pink liquid came into her view.
Clearly it wasn’t the kind of liquid that felt good.
“W-wait!”
The orc grabbed Valeria’s arms and lifted her.
“Don’t worry. If you look like you’re going to pass out, I’ll save you.”
“Listen to me first—”
Before she could finish, Gornakh tossed her into the barrel.
The brown female was forcibly dunked into the giant vat of dangerous liquid.
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