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[Jason]
The dirt road stretches before us to the village that is already close. The morning sun is already beginning to warm the air, but the tension in the group is palpable.
I am wielding the pickaxe and wearing Artoria using Mate Armor, her presence is comforting and protective. At my side are Zyss, Tyss, Kyss, and Lindana, each with their own weapons and determined expressions.
When we spot movement of the horde in the city, Tyss breaks the silence, her voice laden with worry.
"Are you sure about this plan, Jason?" the worried goblin murmurs. "I know it's a high risk high reward plan, but you will suffer to get the prize."
I stop for a moment, looking at her. Her green eyes full of doubt and concern touch me for a moment.
"This plan is our best chance to achieve all my objectives." I mention, stroking Tyss's head. "If we follow it, we will manage to expel the Orcs, save all hostages they have, and in the end, I will become much stronger."
'In my mind, I feel Artoria's concern and try to calm her by placing my hand on the purple steel of my breastplate.' But unfortunately, our attention is turned to the road ahead.
The sound of heavy footsteps echoes through the dirt road. A group of orcs approaches, their voices raised in a mixture of excitement and aggression.
"Finally!" One of them shouts, her voice hoarse and full of malice. "A real man!"
"Thanks the Demon Lord!" another exclaims. "I'm going to sit on his face and suck his cock dry."
'Clearly they are excited to see me. The village they took is full of old men and children, nothing that really catches mamono attention.'
Tighten my grip on the pickaxe handle, I focus as they get closer and closer. Their expressions become ferocious, their eyes shine with lust and desire as they approach.
"And who are these scrawny bitches with him?" an Orc says, her voice laden with disdain. "Fuck of ugly skinny things, we gonna show him what real mamonos are capable of."
Zyss trembles beside me, but keeps her head held high. Tyss and Kyss exchange glances, their expressions hardening. Lindana, on the other hand, just smiles, her red eyes gleaming with bubbling insanity.
As the group of orcs approaches, their voices mix in a cacophony of laughter and taunts. Each of their steps makes the ground tremble, and I feel the adrenaline rush through my body.
Tension in the air gets thick, almost palpable, and I know I need to act fast.
When they are close enough, I take a deep breath and leap forward. In the air, I swing the pickaxe with all my might, and as I fall, I strike a blow on the ground.
THUNK! KRA-KABOOM!
Earth trembles and explodes with the impact, creating a large crater, and a cloud of dust rises. The dust settles, revealing some orcs fallen on the ground, others paralyzed, all with wide eyes of fear. The nine-meter(30 feet) radius crater is a testament to my 'supposed power'. and I use this moment to speak.
Taking advantage of the orc shock I start speaking.
"Listen well, you filthy sows!" My voice echoes, loud and clear. "Bring me your leader, or I will rip off your heads, cut off your limbs, and bathe in your blood."
I pause, letting the words hang in the air.
They tremble, their eyes full of terror. Beside me, Lindana laughs, a loud, a mad sound that echoes down the road.
"That's right, Darling!" she shouts, her red eyes gleaming with a terrifying intensity. "These fat sows need some cuts. Let's make a feast of them!"
Now panicking the orcs retreat in fear. Their voices mix in a confusion of fear and despair.
"Let's call the leader!" one of them shouts, her voice trembling. "She'll know what to do!"
They turn and run, their forms disappearing towards the city. I watch as they flee, a cold smile forming on my lips.
"The first part worked." Tyss murmurs, her voice laden with satisfaction.
"But it's the other ones that worries me." Zyss whispers worriedly.
[Landrica]
It was a big surprise when the scouts we sent to intercept the invaders returned in tears.
They said that a powerful human leading a group of mamonos was going to kill all the orcs in the village if the leader didn't go talk to him on the road.
Our leader and also my mother, the high orc Berkshire, stood up laughing, interested in the human and excited to break his pride and arrogance.
I, Yorkshari, and twenty other orcs went to see who was the brave, and stupid, human crazy enough to challenge an orc horde.
Quickly we arrived at the village entrance, my mother was ready for combat, but Yorkshari and I froze with our mouths open.
"What is it?" Mom asks, noticing our reaction. "Are you two sick or something?"
"It's... it's him, Mom." Yorkshari murmurs, pointing towards the human in purple armor, her voice trembling. "That human... is the same one we found on the road, his blue whore was the one who beat us up."
Mom frowns, looking at the human more closely. He seemed armed to the teeth, and the mamonos beside him, three were small, but the one with long hair and a black sword looked dangerous.
Without any fear, Mom steps forward with her chest puffed out. Her yellow eyes fix on the human.
"Are you the same human who humiliated my daughters?" she bellowed furiously.
The human, without a hint of fear, takes a step forward. The purple armor reflects the sunlight, giving him an almost supernatural glow. He raises his head, his eyes firm and determined.
"My name is Jason. And it wasn't hard to humiliate your daughters." He says in a mocking tone. "They were already very pathetic."
Mom lets out a guttural sadic laugh, the sound reverberating through the road. The orcs around tremble, but not from fear, but from excitement. The tension is palpable, the air charged with anticipation.
"Pathetic you say?" Mom repeats, her voice laden with irony. "And you think you can face us? That you can defeat us?"
Jason doesn't back down. The human maintains his firm posture and replies, smiling with his clear and confident voice.
"I'm not sure if I can take you head on." the human begins in a threatening tone. "But I guarantee that many of your horde will suffer and die in direct combat with us."
Mom doesn't retreat despite the orcs around, including me, swallowing hard, fearing the worst. Every movement of the human is watched attentively.
"You will regret humiliant my daughter, you will regret threatening my horde!" Mom snarls, her voice laden with rage.
The human remains calm, his gaze firm. He doesn't back down, not even when Mom takes another step forward, her body trembling with anger.
"I dare so much more than that, but your death is not my goal." He replies, his voice clear and determined. "What I want is to save the humans and get you out of the village. And that's why I'm here, to propose a challenge."
Mom stops, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. The orcs around murmur, curiosity replacing fear.
"A challenge?" Mom repeats, her voice laden with distrust. "What kind of challenge?"
A light shines in purple energy, momentarily blinding our vision. When the light disappears, the human is without armor, and the blue whore is beside him.
"I surrender myself to you for a week." He begins, his voice firm. "If you manage to break me, I'll stay with you forever, and all the orcs leave the village. But if you don't succeed, you have to release all the humans and never bother me again."
Mom roars, her voice echoing through the forest. Her yellow eyes gleam with fury, and her tense muscles betray her contained rage.
"You think you can trick us, human? We only have to lose with this agreement!"
Jason, impassive, maintains his firm gaze. Confidence emanates from him, almost palpable.
"Think carefully, hog." the human says with a malicious smile on his lips. "Right now in the village, there isn't a single human who can satisfy your horde."
Mom hesitates, her anger momentarily replaced by curiosity. The orcs around murmur, the tension in the air increasing. Suddenly, an orc approaches Mom, her eyes pleading.
"Please, Chief, accept the deal." The orc's voice trembles, but there is an underlying determination. "Everyone is starving for dick, and that human won't last two days with us."
Mom looks at the orc, her expression unreadable. Silence stretches, heavy and charged with anticipation. Finally, Mom turns her gaze back to Jason, her anger still present, but mixed with a hint of interest.
"Very well, human." Mom snarls, her voice laden with determination. "I accept your challenge, and I swear in the name of my husband that I will keep my word." Mom continues, her voice solemn. "If we can't break you in a week, we will release all the humans and leave."
The orcs around let out cries of joy, the tension in the air dissipating. Mom turns to us, her eyes gleaming with excitement.
"Prepare yourselves, my horde." She orders, her voice laden with authority. "This human will be ours, enjoy every moment."
Yorkshari and I exchange glances, our excitement growing. The idea of having that arrogant human under our control is too tempting to resist. Mom turns to Jason, a malicious smile on her lips.
"Come, human." She says, her voice laden with promise. "Let's see what you're capable of."
The human drops his weapon, and when he is an arm's length away, Mom grabs him.
"I don't know where all your confidence comes from." She snarls furiously. "But you're going to regret it."
Without hesitation, the human laughs victoriously, as if we had fallen into his trap, but to our surprise and even the human's, one of the goblins steps forward.
"Would you like to know where his confidence comes from?" the Goblin asks.
Everyone present stares at the goblin, curious about what she had to say.
"Jason has 'special' powers when it comes to his 'member'." the goblin explains in a didactic tone. "He has a limit to how many times a day he can cum, and mamonos with little mana like goblins or orcs won't be able to break him in a week."
Mom roars, the sound echoing through the forest, laden with fury and indignation. Her yellow eyes gleam with a terrifying intensity, and her tense muscles betray her contained rage.
"You damned liar!" She bellows, her voice laden with contempt. "You think you can trick us with your empty words?"
Jason, impassive, maintains his firm gaze. Confidence emanates from him, almost palpable. He doesn't back down, not even when Mom takes another step forward, her body trembling with anger.
"They were not empty words." He replies, his voice clear and determined. "The situation remains the same, you need to break me in a week. You just need to keep your word if it is as true as your love for your husband."
Mom hesitates, her anger momentarily replaced by surprise. The orcs around murmur, the tension in the air increasing.
"Yep, the human's small full tank is a problem... unless you have something to counter it." the goblin explains.
"Tyss, no!" the human exclaims in a desperate tone.
My mother breaks into a victorious smile as fear finally takes hold of the human.
"Spit it out already, goblin." my mother grumbles.
"I have items with me that can invigorate the human." The goblin says, showing a large backpack full of milk bottles. "One of these guarantees several spurts from that boy there."
Mom steps forward, her hand outstretched to take one of the milk bottles from the goblin's backpack. However, the small green creature recoils, clutching the backpack to her chest with a sly smile.
"Everything has a price, friend." the goblin says, her eyes gleaming with malice.
Mom stops, her expression hardening in frustration. Her tense muscles betray her impatience, but she maintains her composure.
"We don't have much money, goblin." Mom replies, her voice laden with irritation. "But we can pay with pelts, food, and weapons, if you want."
The goblin tilts her head, considering the offer. Her eyes scan Mom from head to toe, assessing her with interest. Finally, she nods, her smile widening.
"Done." the goblin says, extending the backpack to Mom.
Mom hesitates for a moment, but ends up agreeing with a nod. She takes the backpack, the weight of the milk bottles making her grunt with satisfaction.
"Very well, goblin." Mom snarls, her voice laden with determination. "You will have your merchandise."
The goblin nods, her smile still in place. She steps aside, leaving Mom with the backpack full of milk bottles. Mom turns to us, her eyes gleaming with excitement.
The human screams, his voice laden with despair and rage.
"You damned traitor!"
His eyes gleam with intense fury, and his tense muscles betray his contained frustration. The goblin, however, just laughs loudly, the sound echoing through the forest. The orcs around join in the laughter, the sound reverberating through the air, laden with mockery and satisfaction.
"Traitor?" the goblin repeats, her voice laden with irony. "Me? I'm just doing business, human. And you are the merchandise."
Mom steps forward, grabbing the human's arm forcefully. He tries to resist, but it's useless. The orcs around approach, their hands firm and determined. The human is dragged, his feet scraping on the ground as he struggles to break free.
"Let go of me!" He shouts, his voice laden with despair. "I will keep my word, you don't need this!"
Mom roars, her voice echoing through the forest. Her yellow eyes gleam with a terrifying intensity, and her tense muscles betray her contained rage.
"Shut up, human." She snarls, her voice laden with authority. "You will keep your word, yes. But we will make sure you don't have any advantage."
The orcs around laugh, the sound laden with malice and satisfaction. The human is dragged through the forest, his cries of despair echoing through the air. The goblin watches everything with a sly smile, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
"Good deal, orcs." She says, her voice laden with triumph. "Enjoy the humie."
Mom nods, her expression serious. She turns to us, her eyes gleaming with excitement.
"Come on." She orders, her voice laden with authority. "Let's make sure this human doesn't have any chance of escaping."
Yorkshari and I exchange glances, our excitement growing. The idea of having that arrogant human under our control is too tempting to resist. We follow Mom and the other orcs, the sound of the human's screams echoing through the air.
"We're going to make sure he keeps his word." Yorkshari murmurs, her voice laden with determination. "And we're going to enjoy every moment."
[Jason]
As I am carried by the horde of orcs, with my hands and feet tied with thick ropes, I can't help but overhear the mamonos talking.
"Finally!" an orc exclaims, her eyes gleaming with lust. "A young man for us to break."
"We're going to have a lot of fun with this one!" another adds, licking her lips.
In a short time, we approach a barn, a wooden structure worn by time, rises ahead. The smell of hay and sweat permeates the air. The orcs, with their curvy bodies, laugh and shout euphorically.
Without ceremony they throw me onto the barn floor, dust rising around me. The orcs begin to prepare, arranging hay and untying the ropes from my feet, and force feeding me Clarabella milk.
"But what if he runs away?" one of the Orcs asks.
"Ha! He won't run away." the Orc replies, cutting the rope from my heels while staring at me, licking her lips. "Otherwise, we'll destroy this village... and you wouldn't want that, would you, delicious cock?"
The orc's breath makes my eyes water, but I swallow hard and nod in agreement with the statement.
"That's what I'm talking about!" the mamono shouts, raising her arms in celebration.
My response generates an explosion of victorious laughter among the orcs. The sound echoes through the barn, making the air vibrate with a mixture of excitement and lust.
While the orcs celebrate, I try to maintain an expression of defeat and fear, which is harder than I had expected, after all... everything is going according to plan.
While the orcs continue to prepare, my mind wanders as I review my plan.
First, I proposed this challenge with the aim that none of the humans would be harmed as a consequence of a direct confrontation with the orc horde.
The second step was the most delicate, and that's why Tyss was in charge of it and pretended to betray me. She 'revealed' incomplete information, saying that I wouldn't be able to fuck all day. The intention was to create a sense of false security for the orcs when she betrayed me and offered the solution, making them lower their guard.
Artoria was against the third step. She insisted that we should make a surprise attack after my first day of captivity. 'A quick and decisive attack,' she argued, 'we can catch them off guard and free the humans before they realize what's happening.'
In part, she is right, a surprise attack could be effective, but the risks were too great. Not to mention that I would lose my potential power gain.
The third step, I will be abused by these orcs as agreed for a week with no chance of being corrupted thanks to the power of my system. I am immune to corruption by mamono mana and I heal every day I sleep.
I hold back a smile, silently remembering that every time I fuck a mamono, I gain five percent XP. With so many orcs using me for a week, the opportunity to level up several times is immense.
"Hey, rape bait, what are you smiling at?" an orc asks, her gruff voice echoing through the barn.
"Nothing, just nervous." I reply, trying to sound as innocent as possible.
"Nervous? You're going to love it, relax." another says, her heavy hand landing on my shoulder.
The touch is rough, but there's an underlying softness, a promise of pleasure mixed with the threat of domination.
"Let's get this party started!" A third orc shouts, her impatience palpable.
"Easy, easy!" The first replies, laughing. "We have a whole week. Let's make the most of every moment."
"Come on, cock whore." Says the orc next to me, her hand sliding down my chest. "Time to show what you've got."
I close my eyes, preparing myself for what's to come. The challenge is great, but the reward will be even greater. Every touch, every moan, every moment of pleasure will be one more step towards my goal.