Chapter 243 – The Usual Lascivious Routine
“Oh, nothing to do”
“?”
Lenaris, who had been clapping her hand next to me at the sudden noise, looked at me as if it were absurd. When I lightly pinched his ear, asking what he was looking at, the reaction was very good, so it was fun, but I’m not kidding.
There’s really nothing to do.
In fact, if you look at what you’ve done so far as a game, there’s nothing you’ve done other than recruiting hero characters. To no avail.
So, first of all, let’s produce troops by gradually increasing the birth rate of Orcs in Mansion-〉! Even today, the sons of the mansion are working hard to produce children, focusing on the operation to encourage the birth of a kind of orcs and beastmen…
I have nothing to do.
Yes, I think my rank will drop if I go after any female (orcs, where would my rank be), so I have to be careful with that, and then I have to raid other territories and territories to find new females, but I don’t have any troops.
I don’t know in a few years, but right now there are at most dozens of Orcs and thousands of Beasts. There are even tens of thousands of beastmen, but the combatable troops are less than half of that, so they can actually raid any small territory. What kind of war is this with?
Of course, the reproductive ability of the Orcs, their growth rate as a warrior, and their potential were not at the level that humans could follow. The time when a human being is born and becomes able to fight as a warrior is 14 years at the earliest from birth.
Literally hairless cubs rush into the battlefield, while 14 years is the time for an orc to become an adult, give birth to offspring, and even see great-grandchildren. That said, considering the production capacity of troops and the speed of deployment to the front, there was no way humans could follow the Orcs.
It wasn’t all that good, though.
The 3rd generation, which was just born, grew noticeably faster than the 2nd generation. The 2nd generation grew up in only half the time it took for the 1st generation to become an adult orc, but now the 3rd generation has been born for less than a month, and already the voice of ‘he’s all grown up, he’s grown up’ came out naturally. Will be.
However, it wasn’t all that good, so the 3rd generation’s physical abilities and intelligence levels were deteriorating, probably because they were so insecure about their growth rate and fertility.
If the 2nd generation is my backward compatibility, the 3rd generation is the 2nd generation’s downward compatibility.
Of course, even so, it is said that humans can play with it like eating cake, but it seemed difficult to expect such an excellent recovery ability like me. You can use it as a soldier, but it seems difficult to become a general?
Things related to the 4th generation will have to be watched gradually, but probably I don’t think it will deteriorate further just because more than two generations pass as I expected. I hadn’t even seen the 4th generation’s hair yet, but I felt strangely certain. Who didn’t tell me, but it seems like the blood flowing in my body tells me?
In the first place, the focus of evolution was focused on growth and reproduction for the preservation of the okra species, but if blood is mixed and weakened, wouldn’t this be evolution and nabal and meaningless?
Anyway, in that sense, for the time being, all I can do is scratch and play until the 3rd generation grows enough to eat other females and give birth to offspring. In the first place, there was nothing I could do because Veronica or Silveria did all the office work and stuff like that.
“Let’s go for a walk”
“Bruise!”
“King!”
Do you want to go for a walk with the dogs?
Lenaris, who was playing tricks by my side, and Lacia, who was the owner, Nabal, and was sleeping on their own, jumped up and barked as soon as I finished my words.
“Oh, our dog bird, uhm, it’s so good when it comes to dog walks, so it’s crazy.”
Now, instead of the clunky leather collar they used to have, what looks more luxurious is the duo of a dark elf bitch and a high elf bitch wearing a dog collar that really makes you think, ‘This is a dog from a rich family.’ When the leash was fastened, he scratched at the door as if excited.
“Let’s go~”
Knock-!
As soon as the door opened, the bitches ran in front, and Serena Maple, the head maid in my house and the only flat-chested owner among my females, bowed her head as if to have a nice walk, and then cautiously started following me.
Isis Mansion was very peaceful today. Now the maids, each carrying a baby orc, bowed their heads like Serena at the sight of me and the dogs.
“Big master? Are you going for a walk?”
“Grain”
How can I say it, it looks like a mansion that has been encroached on by orcs? Human adaptability is such a scary thing. In the manor house in the land of humans, Okra, who walks the dark elves and high elves on a leash, is absurd to anyone and even if they scream right now, there is nothing missing. Even in this situation, I focus on my work as if nothing happened see what you are
On the contrary, if I tackled it, my side would become even weirder.
As soon as we opened the door of the mansion, the sun, shining bright today, greeted us as if we didn’t know anything about the ground. While Lenaris squinted her eyes as if the sunlight was hot, Laceia seemed to like even that, as if she was stretching herself and facing the sun with her whole body.
“Kwaang-!”
“Kyaeng?!”
Of course, as her senior bitch, Lenaris, who doesn’t look like this, rushes at her Lacia and starts biting her again.
“No, Lenaris asked me to play with him. Why is that?”
“King?!”
Serena immediately declares her stop loss, as if she doesn’t know what the dog is saying, even though it seems like she’s harassing herself. Still, she was once the elf who served me! As if to say that, Laceya, whose eyes widened to the size of a bell, yelped weakly under Lenaris.
“Dogs play with each other and say”
“Yes, Master, I will serve you.”
Lacia lifted her skirt. As the flat-breasted maid’s delicate hands lifted the hem of her skirt, she could see the immaculate thighs covered by white lace stockings, a black garter belt across her, and, like a maid in our house, black lace panties that had no meaning as underwear.
“The stockings are white, but why are the panties black?”
“Oh? I knew she liked this, didn’t she?”
“No”
Serena lifted her skirt and bowed her waist, as it would be enough if I got tired of wearing her clothes. If it were me, I would have to tear off my clothes, make them naked, and then use the torn hem as a bed to make me look like an orc, but even so, tearing up the maid uniform that was customized just for the slim body of Serina in the mansion is a seamstress who doesn’t even know her face. Feeling so sorry for her, he gently inserted the head of his prick into Serena’s cunt that was sticking out as it was.
“Hey, are you going to put only yogurt?”
“Sorry, sorry! I’m sorry for being a weakling, hehe… “
Sure this
After pushing her cock all the way to the flirtatious Serena, as if to belittle her, she gently threw a ember at Lenaris, who was playing pranks (?) On Lacia.
“Serve the victor first”
This makes dogfighting a little more fun. As soon as Laysia’s ears perked up, her eyes suddenly changed, and she would not dare to be taken by Lenaris! I’m trying to do something
“Wake up!”
In the first place, Lacia, who was physically hit by Lenaris, was immediately overpowered by Lenaris, and eventually met her trivial end by turning her stomach over, begging her for mercy.
“Hehe! Hehe!”
“Oh, I’m really feeling that right now”
If I hadn’t been there, I don’t know how I would have endured that. Lenaris whimpered while biting at the hem of her dress as if telling Serina, who was trembling, to come out. I pulled down Serena, who was endangering herself while holding her tiptoe, and circled her around me as if to ask for praise.
“As expected, my bitch order is very clear.”
“Bruise!”
“What are you doing?”
At that time, as if seeing our actions like this, Snow, who came today with orc cubs all over his body, dropped a toxic dark-skinned cub beside Lenaris as if he was doing well, and the brownish orc found its mother. It began to cling to her breasts as if it were
“What are you doing playing with dogs all the time?”
“But what if you don’t have anything else to do?”
What is that expression?
It’s like someone else’s dad is a well-known office worker, but why is my dad unemployed? What is that expression?
“Am I not playing this?”
“If you’re not playing, then what?”
I became a dumb who ate honey. Snow chased away the other young orcs who were clinging to my chest, then knelt down in front of me and stretched out his hands to play with my cock.
“If you don’t have anything to do, you’ll work hard on breeding, leaving it up to your brothers and sisters every day and doing it well.
Snow, who was bobbing my cock back and forth like a joystick, ran his tongue over his lips once, licked his lips a few times, and then ang! He made a cute noise and swallowed my cock.
