9. Orc and Onahole
9. Orc and Onahole
It's not a commonly used term, but
there exists a phrase in the world called "ohogoe." It might be a very familiar word to some, but to most people, it would likely sound unfamiliar.
However, despite the unfamiliarity of the word, its meaning might be quite familiar.
In Korea, it was usually expressed like this.
Whether an extremely ordinary woman, or a great beauty who deserves the clichéd modifier "the flower on the hill."
The sight of anyone, stripped naked on the bed, having a cock inserted into them, letting out bizarre and grotesque sounds while showing disgraceful behavior. The woman, as if her breath is about to be cut off, drooling saliva from her chin...
'Ohgok, ohgogokㅡ!'
'Ungiit!'
It's a bit different from typical moans.
A woman's pleasant moaning sound has a seductive feel to it, so to speak. If that's the sound of a violin, then ohogoe is the contrabass?
I'm not sure if the analogy is correct.
Anyway, it means the weight of the sound is different.
Delving a bit deeper into this, it's closer to a sound with more 'h' than 'g', giving a feeling of being more air-filled.
Truly, a disgrace that cannot be shown to others.
A moan that shows one's very bottom, being conquered by a male.
If a female ends up showing such disgrace to a male...
It would be no different from the female herself admitting defeat to the male. And perhaps, she would have realized deep down. That she cannot win against this cock.
Ah, Master...
===
"Ugegkㅡ!"
This was the sound that escaped my mouth the first time the orc's cock pierced me.
The sensation of my stomach being filled.
I looked down at my stomach while hanging from the hole.
Gulp.
I swallowed my saliva involuntarily. The Hero's was also quite large, but the orc's was even bigger. The distinct outline of the cock visible above my lower abdomen.
There wasn't even any consideration.
The orc on the other side of the wall began thrusting his pelvis with such force that the wall shook. Even though I had significantly reduced the sensation in my vagina, I could still feel it since I hadn't eliminated it completely.
My bright red buttocks.
A strangely intense sensation.
Not so much painful, but rather... refreshing.
On top of that, the orc was even highly virile.
The first orc, gripping my waist as if to break it, thrust without rest for ten minutes before... ejaculating for a long while.
Even after his cock pulled out, my stomach felt bulging.
"Oho... hoo... hoook...."
My breath caught in my throat.
My body trembling uncontrollably.
I couldn't muster any strength in my body.
More than pleasure, it was closer to pain. Perhaps that was natural. Since I had used magic to reduce the related sensations... I could only feel everything except the pleasure.
Saliva dribbled out.
It must have been several minutes already since the first orc left, making a satisfied "Kuhaha!" sound. With my sense of time numb, I was still slumped over, impaled on the hole.
Then, a cautious knock was heard.
"... Um, are you alright?"
It was Jane's voice. Normally, I should have pulled out from the hole, composed myself, and waited for the next customer, but right now I couldn't move a finger. I could only vividly feel the orc's semen dripping down my thigh.
"Shall I let the next customer in?"
"Hoo... hoook...."
A flashback briefly crossed my mind. How did I end up in this situation? The onahole performed its role as bait so effectively that it even brought orcs here.
Marian had said to me.
[ It's up to you, Noah-nim. I, Marian, am certainly not a speciesist, but I'm not particularly interested in the size of orcs, you see. It's fine to refuse them all, miss? ]
However, I was the one who accepted it.
The reason was simple.
Aside from existing prejudices against orcs, it was also true that I had become familiar with them while living in Bellua. Ordinary orcs were, well, extremely ordinary.
A bit stupid muscle-brains.
Extremely simple creatures, not even a hint of talent like the Hero's. So I thought it would be fine if I used magic to reduce the sensations.
That extremely simple and convenient judgment.
I barely squeezed strength into my neck and opened my mouth.
"L, let him... in...."
Nine more times still remained ahead.
===
Noah's actions are often difficult to understand.
It's the same now. She herself must vaguely know it too. That her sensory magic is not perfect.
After all, she's already been pierced several times.
Once during sex with the Hero. And once during the Crown Prince Lucas's onahole incident. After that, she struggled quite a bit to find a solution for the onahole.
One can assign a series of commonalities to these events.
The 'events' of an eroge.
Unlike her usual side job, these are incidents that can be labeled as events or quests. The Hero, the Crown Prince...
The Bishop, well, whatever.
Originally, even in eroge, there are events where you lose.
In that sense, the reservation for 10 orcs can be stated with certainty. This is a 100% defeat event.
Noah's previous life, where she had always liked eroge.
Reborn in this body, vowing that love with a man was impossible, yet as time passed and she reached this point. Though it's only been three years, one could say Noah has become closer to a woman.
The mind follows the body.
A state where an eroge-brain and a half-formed female psyche are mixed.
While her mind rejects men, her body accepts them without resistance...
She lightly accepts things that a normal woman would never do, with the thought that the world she is in might be an eroge world.
Noah is unconsciously wishing for her body to be violated.
In a way, as the player of the eroge herself.
Noah, as the character of the eroge she is playing.
===
Since starting this job,
No. Since the shop opened simultaneously with Jane's employment, one could even say since its founding.
Since its founding, it had been a long time since the brothel was this quiet. It was usually this quiet when there were no customers.
But now, there were many customers.
It meant everyone was holding their breath.
The first room where Noah was. A customer came out from the room next to it, opening the door. And from the room next to that, a customer also opened the door and glanced in that direction. Another customer came out from the next room, and yet another from the next...
Everyone sneakily came out and looked towards the direction of the first room. And then they all let out the same sound.
"Huooh...."
Jane glanced sideways.
An orc. A very large orc was waiting for his turn, looking at the first room. This orc was the seventh orc. Meaning three more remained after this.
The orc's eyes seemed full of anticipation.
That was understandable, as the reactions of the orcs who had previously opened that door and returned were all the same.
'Tsuik! Human! The best! This place is holy ground!'
'No need for female orcs! Tsuik!'
'This woman is sturdy, good. I'll come again!'
Although they had already broken several pieces of furniture due to their large size, aside from that, they weren't as rough as one might think. They followed Jane's instructions well and waited their turn one by one.
Despite that somewhat gentlemanly demeanor.
Inside that door.
"Ohhookㅡ! Hook! Ugegkㅡ! Kek!"
Incredible moans were leaking out. For Jane, it was something almost impossible to imagine. That Noah would make such shameful moans...
It wasn't this bad even when the Hero visited.
Up to the fourth orc, the sounds weren't that loud. After the fifth orc entered, bizarre and grotesque moans started to be heard, leading to the current state.
So, to correct myself, aside from the first room, the brothel was extremely quiet.
"Human. Is that woman alright. Tsuik."
Jane turned her head at the sudden question. It was the seventh orc waiting for his turn. His eyes were filled with anticipation, but also held a slightly perplexed feeling.
"Yes...?"
"It would be troublesome if the woman died during mating. Tsuik. Aren't humans too fragile? It's amazing she handled six of us. It's a shame. But it's not urgent, I can come next time. Tsuik."
A normal woman might have really died. But Jane is one of the few people who knows the woman in that room is not a normal woman.
There should be no problem.
Probably...
"Um... then I'll check on her after this turn is over...."
"Understood. I'll be waiting."
Even if she thought that in her head, she couldn't help but worry. Where would such moans be normal? Without something breaking inside her as a woman...
"Ho, hoohook...!"
"......"
A beautiful elf mage with pale skin, tall stature, and very feminine curves for both her chest and buttocks.
She is also a teacher responsible for the children's magic education at the church.
A wise person whose erudition surprises you when you converse with her.
That very woman...
Was now inside that door, helplessly being impaled by an orc's cock, snorting and letting out pig-like moans.