10. Hermaphrodite and Onahole
The next day, the orc mercenary group hastily left Bellua.
There were a few orcs who visited the brothel one more time before leaving, but they didn't seem to have placed much significance on this place to begin with. It was like some kind of pilgrimage or something...?
"Squeak! Having enjoyed the holy site to the fullest, we now return to the battlefield!"
"I'll buy one more! This... I'll give it to my little brother when I return home."
They spouted such meaningless words and bought about one onahole as a souvenir. Thanks to that, rumors spread that Jane's laughter could be heard throughout the brothel...
Amidst all this,
"But... are you really not leaving?"
On a hill in the city where the autumn breeze blew gently. I was sitting on a chair roughly shaped by magic, leisurely taking in the scenery of Bellua. And then a giant shadow fell over me.
"I, Argol. Have realized I have a dream here. Squeak. I've left the mercenary group. From now on, I plan to live here as an adventurer."
"Huh..."
This guy had been following me ever since I stepped outside the church, appearing out of nowhere at some point. He maintained his own boundary by not entering the church... a truly useless, half-hearted consideration.
The guy was acting as my attendant.
"Are you really... still not giving up on that ass talk?"
"Dreams aren't meant to be easily achieved. Squeak."
"What dreamlike nonsense. Tsk"
Anyone hearing this would think it's romantic. Of course, while playing adult games, ass cutscenes are important too!
I let out a hollow laugh out of disbelief. I leaned back completely in the chair and tilted my head backward. My vision flipped 180 degrees and I could see Argol.
The guy was standing proudly with his arms crossed.
Naturally, my gaze moved from his face to his neck the thickness of his face, then past his firm chest muscles and stomach... and stopped at his lower body.
That bulging pants.
'Should I really point this out...'
Since the 'me' at the brothel and the usual 'me' aren't supposed to be the same person, it's difficult for me to bring up such topics. So I couldn't help but be deeply troubled.
According to Count Lowell's proclamation, using the magical tool 'onahole' in public places was prohibited. I heard they got caught by the guards a few times, but for some reason, nothing ever happened.
It seems even the guards couldn't bring themselves to strip an orc's pants. The pants were somewhat baggy to begin with, and if they actually tried to remove them, it would probably look like a snake-like dick popping out rather than an onahole.
Anyway, that confident posture couldn't be bad, but...
Thinking that he's constantly using an onahole modeled after me right in front of me feels weird. No matter how I think about it, this doesn't seem like a normal situation.
"Squeak. Why are you looking at me like that? If you've changed your mind, even now, tell me. I'm always prepared...!"
"By the way, is that 'squeak' interjection intentional?"
"No particular meaning. Just something that embodies orc racial identity..."
"Then from now on, it's prohibited. You're spitting."
The guy tightly closed his mouth.
"Your answer?"
"Ah, understood. Sque..."
And I wiggled my finger at him. Telling him to come a bit closer to me.
"A bit more this way. The shade."
"Sque... I-is this enough?"
"Yeah. Good."
I tested him playfully, and his size was quite useful for shade. But there was a slight problem here.
Since I was completely lying back in the chair with my head tilted back, naturally my nose was positioned at about the same height as his lower body.
"Ah, and... if you plan to follow me around like this, make sure to wash before coming. You smell a bit."
"......"
The distinctive orc sweat smell, plus the subtly noticeable musky dick smell.
Let me clarify in advance... that this is not my preference.
"Oh orc god... is my choice truly correct... squeak."
"I told you squeak is prohibited."
"......"
I started to think that aside from a few flaws, he might be quite useful.
He doesn't seem to have the will to violently force himself to touch my ass. If he wants to touch an ass that badly, he could just come to the brothel...
It seemed this guy hadn't made any new reservations at the brothel since we met outside in the city.
To begin with, does this guy even have a way to make a living from now on?
"... You. Now that I think about it, you said you'd make money as an adventurer, but are there such requests these days? All the Bellua adventurers must be in a recession, right?"
"If I look, there will be."
"There aren't."
"... At least one."
"At least there's no work for axe-wielding. Anyway, that means you're unemployed."
Argol scratched his head.
Scratch scratch...
Well, Argol's first experience course is effectively over-!
Since he visited the shop during his vacation period, he probably has more than 3 gold coins to spare, but I can confidently say he doesn't have more than that. Because mercenaries originally live day to day, earning and spending.
Maybe this guy will drop out sooner than expected too.
'Well then... shall I leave him be for the time being?'
I closed my eyes again and decided to fully enjoy the autumn breeze. The sunlight was just right, and the shade was good without being too glaring. The gently blowing wind carried the scent of grass, tickling my nose...
Though mixed with dick smell in the process.
He's definitely using the onahole right now, right?
There's a simple way to check. Just sync frequencies with the magical tool. Then the sensations become linked like this... Eek!
"Cough...!"
"Wh-what's wrong! Elf, are you hurt somewhere?"
"Guh... st-stop... don't move!"
"Ah, understood..."
The moment I synced, a heavy sensation filled my stomach. It was definitely an orc dick in an erect state.
Fortunately I cut the connection immediately, or I might have really cum...
From now on, I should refrain from unnecessary pranks.
===
The development of the kabeshiri, product name 'Elf's Temptation,' turned out to be much more useful than Noah had anticipated.
The orc mercenary groups that mainly roamed battlefields were prime examples. They were a race naturally boiling with testosterone. That's why they so readily accepted the onaholes.
Their day goes like this.
Morning session (masturbation) to deal with morning wood as soon as they wake up.
After jogging, training, and lunch, seeing the temporarily hired mercenary priest (whom the captain often takes to his tent) shaking her ass makes them suddenly horny, leading to lunch digestion exercise (masturbation).
After finishing afternoon duties, passing by the captain's tent and eavesdropping on the leaking moans, then returning to their tent for an impromptu session (masturbation).
After a drink, feeling tipsy before bed, looking at the clear night sky... again masturbation.
It might seem crazy, but
they have racial characteristics to begin with, and orcs on the battlefield can't possibly have low libido.
(It is crazy.)
For those like this case who have high libido but no partner to relieve it with, the onahole was extremely useful.
And here,
there is a woman named Isabella. She possessed something called a Gift bestowed upon her by the heavens.
[ Gift: Hermaphrodite ]
Is a Gift truly a blessing?
Isabella was born as a noble family's young lady but... grew up being treated as the family's shame. She never even had a debutante ball as a noble young lady.
Wherever she went, she was treated as a hidden child.
While even the daughter of a baron family whose fortunes had declined considerably received marriage proposals, Isabella didn't receive a single one. Meaning even marrying her off was considered shameful.
Without a single maid, Isabella had to do everything herself.
Eating alone, bathing alone, changing clothes alone...
From some point, she trained alone. She picked up a sword and awakened her magical power. She was ridiculed but didn't give up. That's how she passed into adulthood.
She could now enter the world with just the name 'Isabella,' having abandoned her family name. Her family didn't stop her either. With words telling her not to use the family name and not to return here.
Though she had to leave her family, leave her hometown, and even leave her country, Isabella felt relieved.
"... This must be a curse."
Isabella rose from the bathtub. Stepping out of the bath, she stood before the mirror with water dripping from her body and dried herself with a towel.
The reflection in the mirror looked somewhat unfamiliar.
The hair she'd cut herself to shoulder length when leaving home still didn't feel familiar. If she had to find an advantage, it was convenient when drying.
Shaking off the water from her hair,
she focused on drying between her breasts and under her breasts. Then she dried her stomach with visible abs, immediately dried her back,
and followed her firm thighs down to her ankles, meticulously drying the remaining moisture on her body with the towel.
The last was...
The thing between her legs.
"Eek..."
Isabella had a dick. Whenever she saw her reflection in the mirror, the blood would rush there on its own, making it hard like this. She couldn't do anything about it herself.
As for sexual experience she'd had so far,
it was only wet dreams.
"I-it feels strange..."
She gently dried around her groin with the towel.
However, even trying to avoid the dick, when drying underneath it, she would touch other embarrassing areas. Isabella's body shuddered.
Isabella had a body that could connect with both women and men. But paradoxically, a body that could connect with neither women nor men.
She had both a dick and, underneath it, a pussy.
Who would love such a body.
"... I'll probably have to live alone like this until I die."
After loosely putting on a robe, she sat on the bed. Then she opened the bottom drawer of the bedside table. What she took out was an item packaged in a wooden box.
It was an onahole.
"Am I half male too... how foolish. Really."
Rumors circulated in society.
That it was practically essential for adventurers and mercenaries without partners.
It was expensive, but since she had considerable financial leeway, she bought it on impulse. One always regrets things after buying them.
Isabella shook her head and casually threw the box beside the bed.
'Masturbation... how vulgar.'
Though only half, her body had lived as a noble young lady. She knew well what shame was.
===
And the next day,
Isabella forgot her shame.
No, she accepted it.