9. Orc and Onahole
Oops... I messed up.
I should have pretended not to notice and walked past. Reacting to the word "butt" in the first place was something I normally wouldn't do. There were only street vendors and playing children on the road—no one who could be called "butt."
Maybe it was because I happened to be thinking about orcs at the time.
My body reacted automatically to that familiar voice. The eyes of the orc I met like that. The Argol I actually encountered was indeed large, fitting for an orc.
Compared to me, he seemed roughly twice my size?
If I had to find a silver lining, the orc's expression didn't show certainty. Thinking that, my judgment was swift. I naturally scanned my surroundings, looked at the orc with an expression that said, "Did you call me?" and opened my mouth.
"...By 'butt,' you couldn't possibly be referring to me, could you? How rude for a first meeting."
"Ah, no. It seems I was mistaken. Elf."
"Tsk."
Making a point of clicking my tongue loudly enough for him to hear was key. Then I turned away and hurried on my path. Perfect! If I ignore him like this and disappear, it's over...!
But...
Thump, thud. Thump, thud. Thump, thud.
Thump, thud. Thump, thud. Thump, thud.
Even after turning left at the intersection, going straight, turning right, and then turning left again, the footsteps continued to follow behind me.
Eventually, I stopped walking and swiftly turned around.
"Are you following me now?"
"Elf. I have business with you. I'd appreciate it if you spared me some time. Squeak."
"......"
A brief silence.
For what felt like five seconds, I racked my brain. The surrounding gazes were gradually gathering here. It was only natural, given the combination of an elf and an orc.
Moreover, I'm quite a famous figure in this city.
Even if this orc says something strange here, it probably won't tarnish the reputation I've built so far...
But even creating a blemish could lead to unfavorable outcomes later.
'Sigh... He couldn't have figured it out, right?'
I altered my voice with magic. More importantly, he only saw my butt there. Frankly, unless this orc lifts my skirt and pulls down my panties here, there's no way I'll be exposed.
Besides, this orc named Argol.
He wasn't the type to go that far.
Given his persistence, it feels like he might stubbornly follow me all the way to the church, so it's better to brush him off with a conversation now.
I feigned displeasure, furrowing my brow and nodding toward the alley beside us.
"Follow me. I don't know what this is about, but it doesn't seem like a conversation to have on the street."
"Squeak. Understood."
And so, I moved my steps with the orc into the sparsely populated alley. Just in case, magic was a bonus.
Namely, a magic that envelops with magical power to block sound inside and out.
With this, the preparation is perfect...!
===
Even Argol himself didn't understand his own actions.
"Well? Care to explain why you followed me all this way? We're 'strangers,' after all."
"......"
That's right. Strangers.
Clearly strangers.
Moreover, what kind of beings are elves?
Historically, orcs and elves haven't gotten along well. You could say they're traditional enemies.
Refinement and savagery.
Purity and filth.
Educated and uneducated.
Though elves are rare in the southern regions, they're bothersome enough that curiosity isn't worth engaging. So, until he passed by the elf, Argol had no particular thoughts.
But in that brief moment as they brushed past each other...
'...That scent is unmistakable.'
Instinct was telling Argol himself. That woman is... this elf standing before him.
But to take instinct at face value...
"Haah... Are you just going to keep me standing here? I generously overlooked you calling me 'butt' and such. You dullard."
"I don't know. I caught the scent of someone I know. But... it doesn't seem right. That woman couldn't be an unlucky elf like you."
"Unlucky elf...?"
Yes. Argol had already built up a fantasy about the onahole woman in his mind.
'She' had bewitched Argol with a fox-like voice and addressed him respectfully. For one, she didn't look down on him and snap arrogantly like this elf.
And...
'Her' hands were incredibly soft. Surely they were very white and delicate hands.
However, this elf's hands also seemed flawless. They looked very white and small, with rather long fingers. Were the fingers quite long?
Then one more thing...
'Her' butt was quite large for a human woman. Compared to an orc, it had to be small, but as a virgin, he's confident in what he sees. That onahole woman had very wide hips for a human.
...Hmm.
'A-are they similar...?'
There's no way the elf is 'her.' Impossible... impossible... yet instinct clearly insisted.
"How rude! Th-this isn't even worth listening to. I'll be going now. I've wasted my time for nothing. If you follow me again, I'll drive you away with magic...!"
The elf snorted disdainfully and brushed past Argol. Since it was a narrow alley, their shoulders lightly touched as they passed each other.
The familiar scent of skin brushing past his nose.
Action came faster than judgment. Argol grabbed the elf's wrist.
"...Wh-what are you doing?!"
"I-I need to check!"
"Wh-what are you talking about! L-let go of me now!"
Perhaps not expecting him to grab her arm, the elf seemed flustered. To Argol, the elf's ears were turning red.
An inexplicable attraction.
The elf kept reminding him of that day's memory.
Argol hadn't been able to forget that day's memory. So he went back the next day. But that woman didn't show up at the Butt Wall Brothel. He went again the day after that. She wasn't there.
He gave up quickly.
After all, he was a failed orc.
She must have been scared to take such a huge dick. The words she said that day were surely all lies to bewitch him.
The other guys had told Argol many times.
This onahole was clearly modeled after a famous vagina. The best pussy they'd ever experienced...
They all seemed to have no regrets. They'd had their fun with women, drank, enjoyed gambling, and were ready to pack up and leave to find new commissions.
The orc mercenary group had to leave to find new commissions.
Argol was the only one left with lingering feelings.
This soft wrist. The pulse he could feel. It wouldn't be long before instinct turned into certainty. There was one thing left to check for final confirmation.
The only part of that woman's body Argol had touched.
"Let me feel it!"
"Wh-what are you talking about...!"
"Your butt!"
"......?"
And that was Argol's last (?) memory.
How much time had passed?
When Argol opened his eyes again, deep darkness had already fallen all around. Moonlight filtering through the alley illuminated Argol.
"...Cough!"
As he moved, a slight pain throbbed near his solar plexus.
His body was slumped in a corner of the alley.
Groaning, Argol barely managed to sit up.
"I won't give up..."
Perhaps because of the pain near his solar plexus. For some reason, his chest ached sharply.
Maybe this is what they call love... Argol thought.
And so, the orc awakened to his first love.
===
"Noah-nim! Look, that orc uncle is here again!"
"......"
My hand, turning the page, stopped.
The creaking sound of the rocking chair ceased, replaced by a sigh. I closed the book I was reading and approached the window where Shuri was standing on tiptoe, looking out.
Near the church's main gate.
Sure enough, there was Argol, standing with his arms crossed.
"He must have come to see you again today, Noah-nim."
"Shuri. Can I ask you to handle it again today?"
"Of course! But read me a story before bed!"
"...Alright."
He ended up coming to the church.
At first, he came inside the church looking for me, but after being told he was a nuisance, he started waiting like that at the main gate. If I tell him through the children that I have no intention of meeting, he leaves without much fuss.
'...Surely he hasn't completely figured it out.'
What's with this "butt" nonsense.
As for me, I am Noah, the renowned elf mage of Bellua.
I'm the type who strictly separates my main job and side job.
Maybe inside the brothel, but on the streets of Bellua, there's no reason to hear such words, nor should I.
After hearing a few words from Shuri, Argol turned and left. Watching his retreating figure, I rested my chin on my hand and let out a small sigh.
"Scent... was it, he said?"
I'll have to be careful from now on. It seems I need to use magic to alter not just my voice but also my scent a bit differently.
As for the Argol problem, well, I'll deal with it gradually.
I returned to my seat and opened the drawer. Inside was a piece of paper that looked roughly torn. It was densely filled with this week's reservation schedule.
Like with orcs such as Argol,
the number of reservations increased after the onahole release. At the same time, new customers have appeared.
"As long as they're not troublesome, they're welcome."
Customers who just come quickly and leave quickly are definitely preferable.
For tomorrow, there are 5 reservations.
Argol wasn't among them, but Hans made a reservation after a long time. The rest are all first-time reservers.
But...
Suddenly, my gaze stopped at the third customer.
[ Isabella ]
"...A woman?"
No matter how I looked at it, Isabella was a woman's name.