Chapter 86 Interlude꞉ Nadja ④
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The village was a hive of frantic activity.
In the wake of the Orc subjugation, we-the Monster Hunters-were holding a night of heavy revelry. After I’d slain the Orc General, Ryan and I had taken our respective trophies to the front and rear gates. We made sure every survivor knew the beast’s head had been claimed.
Without their leader, the Orcs had fallen into a blind panic. Their hierarchy shattered, leaving them a disorganized rabble. Systematically wiping them out was trivial after that. While there were injuries among our ranks, we suffered no fatalities. Our losses were negligible.
Nada Village, however, was a different story. The Orcs had slaughtered every last man; the settlement was effectively dead. The livestock had been butchered, the fields ravaged. The only mercy was that the women were still alive-though “safe” was a word I’d use loosely. The elderly and the children, deemed useless for breeding, had all been put to the sword.
Fifteen women were pulled from that house. All of them were broken. Twelve were locals, two were Monster Hunters-one of whom was Ryan’s sweetheart. Aside from the two Hunters, who had been protected by contraceptive sorcery, every single one of them had been impregnated by the Orcs. Himezaki-san and Alisha handled the situation with abortion sorcery-ironically classified as Holy magic-but the mental scars of the violation weren’t so easily mended. Even the two Hunters would be out of commission for a long time.
Then there was the final girl. Or perhaps “creature” is the more accurate term.
She was a Goblin.
Lil was the one who found her and brought me to her. I’ll admit, I was stunned. The Orcs must have been keeping her as a breeding sack. Orcs aren’t picky; they’ll r**ape and impregnate anything female, regardless of species. To make matters worse, an Orc’s seed is aggressive-gestation takes only ten days, and the offspring are always Orcs. Keeping a female Goblin made sense for them. Unlike humans, Goblins are incredibly hardy and prolific. A human woman would break within months under that kind of abuse before being discarded as meat, but a Goblin can keep a swarm growing. It’s exactly why we prioritize Orc culling over almost any other monster.
I kept her existence a secret from the Shamrock squad for the time being. To avoid a scene, I had her moved to a separate house, away from the village survivors.
I found myself wondering if all female Goblins looked like her. She was the size of a child with emerald skin, pointed ears, and a singular, tiny horn on her brow-all standard Goblin traits. But her hair was the color of fresh milk, and her large, golden eyes were striking. Her features were surprisingly delicate, the exact opposite of the hideous males of her kind.
But her eyes were dead. Given what she’d endured, I couldn’t blame her. She was naked, her small but developing chest visible. In that moment, she just looked like a terrified young girl.
”Are they all this… cute?” I asked.
”I’ve only seen one other,” Alisha replied, “but she looked just like this. So, probably.”
”Seriously?” I muttered.
It was a problem. If she’d been as ugly as the males, I could have ended her without a second thought. But looking at her-knowing she was basically a child despite her species-I felt a pang of hesitation. I knelt beside her.
”Hey. Can you understand me? Human speech?” I asked.
The Goblin gave a tiny, fragile nod.
”Good. That makes this easier. What do you want? I can let you run, and I won’t hunt you. Or, if you want it all to end… I can perform the mercy killing for you. I’ll make it quick,” I said.
She shook her head slowly.
”Then come with me. I’ll look after you,” I told her.
”W-want… go… with… you…” she whispered.
Her voice was raspy, the muscles of her throat clearly unaccustomed to the phonetics of human language. But the intent was clear.
”Fine,” I said, scooping her up. She was unnervingly light-starvation had clearly taken its toll.
I couldn’t exactly parade a Goblin around, but I still had one slot left in my party.
”Will you become my Kin?¹” I asked.
She tilted her head, confused.
”Basically, it means becoming part of my family. My group. You understand?”
Defining Kin was harder than I thought. Family was the closest approximation, even if the reality was more complex. She seemed to grasp the core of it, though. Or maybe she just didn’t want to be alone again. She nodded.
”Good. You’ll need a name. Let’s go with… Nadja,” I said.
* * *
Days passed.
We left Nada Village at dawn, escorting the survivors back. Himezaki-san and Alisha looked after them. Himezaki-san was being particularly attentive, likely seeing reflections of her own past in them. They were headed for the Brothel Guild-apparently, the organization doubled as a center for psychological trauma.
Shamrock gave Nadja a long, questioning look when she saw the girl clinging to my side, but she kept her thoughts to her herself. By then, Nadja was using Anthropomorphism², giving her skin a warm, sun-kissed tan. She still looked like a Goblin female in every other way, so I’d spoofed her Status. To any prying eyes with the Appraisal³ skill, she appeared to be a Leprechaun. I’d done the same for Lil and Leki, masking their unique skills and listing them as Quarter-Beasts.
The number of beast-folk in my circle would grow eventually, but that’s a story for another time.
Alisha mentioned that there are actually brothels that specialize in monster girls. Apparently, since they’re usually stunningly beautiful, some Hunters make a living just capturing and selling them. They have zero legal rights, but ironically, they’re in high demand because many species are naturally inclined toward the carnal.
Anyway, putting that aside.
Nadja and Leki hit it off immediately. I’d worried the energetic Leki would overwhelm the shy Nadja, but they were soon inseparable, playing in the garden. Nadja eventually requested to work in the mansion. Despite her high stats as my Kin, she had no taste for combat. I didn’t mind. I gave her until tomorrow to rest; after that, Lotte was already planning to train her strictly as a maid. We were chronically short-staffed, after all.
That night, there was a soft knock at my bedroom door.
”It’s open,” I said.
”Y-yes. Pardon me, Master,” Nadja whispered.
Nadja stepped inside. She looked precious in her pink pajamas.
”Something wrong? It’s late,” I said.
”I… I wanted to thank you, Master,” she replied.
”Don’t worry about it. You’ve already thanked me,” I told her.
She shook her head stubbornly.
”You’ve been so kind… I can’t live with myself if I don’t give you something in return. So…”
She let her pajamas slip to the floor. She was bare underneath. Her body had filled out slightly, her skin glowing in the lamplight. Her small n**ipss were already taut.
”Please… do whatever you want with me, Master,” she said.
”Nadja… you’re just a kid,” I said.
”I am an adult,” she said, her voice tinged with a sudden, dark self-mockery. “Goblins mature fast. I’ve… I’ve birthed children before. Orc children.”
I remembered then. Goblins reach maturity within a month of birth. Orcs are the same.
”And… I want to have your child, Master,” she said.
She was blushing furiously, her head bowed. My self-control, already thin, snapped. I pulled her into my arms and crushed my lips against hers. I’d meant to keep it brief, but the dam had broken. I forced her mouth open, my tongue tangling with hers in a frantic, deep heat. She met my intensity, her own tongue searching for mine.
I pushed her back onto the bed. Her body was small, but it was already blossoming, aching for me. I moved down, my mouth finding one of her n**ipss with a wet, rhythmic suction.
”Hyaa! Master, that feels… Master… hiaaan! Ah, don’t bite-aaahn!” she cried.
”Did that hurt?” I asked.
”No… it feels too good. More… bite me more, Master… aaaann!” she urged.
I nipped at her breasts, her moans growing louder, more desperate.
”Master! The bottom… please, the bottom too!” she shouted.
”The bottom? Where’s that, Nadja? You have to tell me,” I teased.
”Don’t be mean… ah! hyaaan! My… my p**sy… lick it! Please!” she begged.
I moved lower. She was already slick, her folds glistening and twitching in anticipation.
”Look at this. You’re soaking,” I muttered.
”Don’t… don’t say it… Master!” she gasped.
I drank her in, my tongue working over her clitoris, teasing the sensitive pearl until she arched off the bed. She’d clearly never been touched with any hint of affection before; she was already beginning to pulse, her body thrashing as she hit peak after peak.
”Wait! No! It’s too much, Master! I’m-I’m going-aaaaaaaaaannn!” she screamed.
A violent eruption of heat escaped her, soaking the sheets beneath us.
”Master…” she panted, her eyes glazed. “I want… your baby… give it to me. Please… put it in…”
”Put what in?” I asked.
”You’re so… so mean…” she whimpered.
”Say it, or you don’t get it,” I told her.
She looked at me with tear-filled, pleading eyes. I couldn’t help it. She was so damn cute when she was being tormented. I really was a sadist at heart.
”Please… Master… take your c**k and put it inside my p**sy! Please!” she cried.
I bared my throbbing length to her. The moment I pressed against her, she seemed to pulse, her body trying to draw me in before I’d even moved. I gripped her hips and drove home in one smooth thrust. She was tight at the entrance, but the depth of her was a velvet trap, clinging to me with a wet, desperate heat. She took every inch of me.
”Fuah! Haah… it’s inside… Master’s c**k is inside… it’s so hot… so big… it feels so good…” she moaned.
”I’m moving now,” I said.
”Yes… Master… do whatever you want… Master! More! Give me more!” she pleaded.
As I began to thrust, she clamped down on me, her body instinctively trying to maximize the friction. The rhythmic slap of our skin filled the room as I hammered into her.
”Ah! Master! I love it! I love your c**k!” she screamed.
”Just my c**k?” I asked.
”No! Everything! I love all of you, Master!” she cried.
She wrapped her arms and legs around me in a desperate lover’s lock, her speech slurring as her mind melted. Her golden eyes had gone completely vacant, save for the literal hearts dancing in her pupils.
”Ah! Master! It’s coming! That spark again!” she shrieked.
”I’m right there with you… I’m going to fill you up!” I shouted.
”Yes! Let it out! Fill me with your seed! Make me yours! I’m-I’m going-CUUUUMMMMING!” she wailed.
I let go, my seed erupting into her in thick, pulsing waves. She screamed, her body convulsing as she gripped me with a desperate, milking rhythm. Even as I stayed buried inside her, the excess began to spill out, a frothy testament to the release.
”Aa… Master’s seed… it’s so warm…” she whispered.
She drifted off into a deep, exhausted sleep right then and there.
* * *
After that, Nadja learned various things from Lotte. Nadja was surprisingly fast at remembering, and now her skill in cooking, laundry, and general housework has improved to the point of being on par with Lotte’s own. She became the backbone of the household. She even started learning to write-she could read thanks to her skills, but the physical act of writing was a challenge she attacked with typical diligence.
”Thanks for the food. It was great,” I said.
I’d just finished a plate of lunch sandwiches. It was exactly the fuel I needed for the afternoon’s work.
”It was nothing, Master,” Nadja said, clearing the plate. “Um… Master?”
”Yeah?” I asked.
”Would you… like some dessert?” she asked.
She didn’t wait for an answer. She hiked up her skirt, revealing that she wasn’t wearing a thing underneath. A steady trail of moisture was already tracing a path down her thigh. Her eyes were damp, those familiar hearts glowing in her gaze.
I sighed. I don’t know why every girl I sleep with turns into a total nympho. But then again, it’s a sin to let a good meal go to waste.
”Well, it’d be rude to refuse,” I said.
”Yes, Master. Dig in!” she said with a grin.
I pulled her into a kiss. Time for dessert.
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Summary:
After wiping out an Orc nest, the protagonist rescues a female Goblin named Nadja. He makes her his ‘Kin’ and disguises her as a Leprechaun to integrate her into his household. The chapter concludes with Nadja expressing her gratitude through an intimate encounter and becoming a skilled maid.
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Trivia:
- The protagonist uses abortion sorcery (Holy magic) on the human survivors.
- Nadja’s race is hidden from others using Status spoofing.
- Goblins and Orcs have a hyper-accelerated growth rate, reaching maturity in a month.
- The Brothel Guild handles psychological trauma for the rescued women
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Character Insight:
Nadja shows deep loyalty and a desire to be useful after her traumatic past. The protagonist acknowledges his own sadistic tendencies when teasing her.
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Behind the Scenes:
The use of ‘Holy Magic’ for abortion is a dark-fantasy subversion of traditional RPG magic tropes.
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TL Notes:
Notes:
• Ryan – A scout with Stealth skills. Initially skeptical of Sieben’s overwhelming power.
• Alisha – A Miko with fluffy pink hair and a prodigious, triple-digit bust measurement.
• Lil – One of the heroines. Height 166 cm, B-W-H: 90-56-90. She is a top-tier beauty with long indigo hair down to her waist, a large scar on her abdomen and sharp golden eyes. She has wolf ears and a tail.
• Shamrock – Leader of the diversionary force for Orc’s Subjugation on Chapter 85 at the front gate.
• Nadja – A female goblin. She was treated as a breeding bed for orcs and was r*ped, but Natsumi (Sieben) saved her. Now, former goblin who underwent Anthropomorphism. Sun-kissed skin, milk-white short-cut hair, large golden eyes, a single small horn on her forehead, and small pointed ears.
• Leki – Lil’s daughter. Height: 140 cm, B-W-H: 70, 54, 69. She looks more like a Siberian Husky puppy than a wolf. Honestly, she just looks like a stuffed toy, recently transformed into a human form. Now use great axe as weapon.
• Lotte – A maid in her late 20s who is a high-level combatant (Level 50+).
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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