Note: before you read this, please do not attempt anything written below. This is merely an act of fiction where nothing in this story is real. Any actions are not associated with real life and are purely fictional.
This is a gore-type story with dark romance, harem, and R18/smut elements. It is not meant to be a lightly enjoyed story
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I had woken, inside a bed I hadn't recognized. It was neat. and clean. with an extremely pretty girl in my arms, sleeping peacefully.
And then, the memories crashed back into me. The alley, the drug, the motel, the relentless, primal coupling that had stretched through the long hours of the night. My stomach dropped. I looked at the woman in my arms. Hoshino Ai. The idol. The one who had been drugged. The one I had... taken.
She was asleep, her face peaceful, her breathing even. her body was littered with my marks, hickeys, and bites that I had left in the heat of the moment. Her skin, usually so flawless and perfect, was a canvas of our passion.
But how was I going to explain this to her? I was, in fact, her bodyguard, and what did this mean for me, an orc with a 100% fertility rate? Is she... pregnant already... w, what have I done?
[Ding]
[You have changed history]
[You have completed an action of lust, even without the system assigning a quest.]
[You have gained the tile: Hoshino Ai's First.]
[You have gained the title: Father of orcs]
[You have gained 10 Gacha Spins]
The last title echoed in the sudden, crushing silence of the room. Father of Orcs. It wasn't just a string of words; it was a verdict, like I was inside a courtroom, and it was decided there and then.
I had, in fact, gotten her pregnant on the first night. The 340% regeneration wasn't just for healing cuts and scrapes. The system had mentioned breeding abilities beyond the norm. I hadn't understood the full, terrifying implications of that until now.
My gaze fell upon her sleeping form again. The rise and fall of her chest, the soft flutter of her eyelashes as she dreamed. She was an idol, her life a carefully constructed performance for the public. A child, especially my child, would be a wrecking ball to that pristine facade.
What made it worse is one fact. I was employed by her, not even a full 36 hours had passed yet, and I had done the unthinkable.
There was also another bad thing to think about, there was one reason, and only one reason i knew that being hired by here was my lifeline it wasn't because I was going to get paid.
in this life.
I was loaded. I did not need money. Money was meaningless for me, or I would love to say that.
But now that I have apparently, and i shouldnt doubt the system, I have major complications from my side of the family.
There was one single will that was left to me by my parents that abandoned me; there was only one thing I needed to do to fully inherit it, their wealth, the wealth and company of a billion dollar Coperation. I needed to be of age, be married, and have children.
Though I needed to complete the will to gain the full amount, for some reason, inside of the will, when I had first received it, I had received 100 million, 10% of the billion dollars that was inside the will.
The issue wasn't with the will; it was who It was associated with.
the underground, and further down from the underground, the fallen, if and if I reported this to my grandparents witch acted as a surveillance on me.
They would then tell their main Buyer, Azrael, the angel that fell, the fallen angel Azrael. The one who betrayed god.
It was this reason I wanted to cut off all ties.
I knew it was impossible, as the world I was in was of the shadows, hidden from all, so my best option was to stay in the line of light of the people. As a bodyguard of the famous Hoshino Ai, the award winning genuis idol.
And now, I had claimed her, or so my instincts tell me, I was basically a barbarian, letting my instincts run wild.
and now. with attention of gremorys, I now had to, if she decided to, accept me, which was low. introduce her to a world that humans shouldn't have any idea about.
And now I had to introduce her to this world, not only that, but to my family, the kind of people who would sooner kill her than let her into the family. Unless, of course, she carried my child.
My child.
The word echoed in my mind, a hollow drumbeat of panic and a strange, unfamiliar warmth. A child with Hoshino Ai. The thought was absurd, impossible, a fantasy born from a night of drug-fueled madness. But the system didn't lie. The title 'Father of Orcs' was branded on my soul.
A soft sigh escaped her lips, and her eyelids fluttered. I froze, my heart seizing in my chest.
She was waking up.
What would she remember? The alley, the fear? Or would her mind be a blank slate, wiped clean by the chemical cocktail they'd forced into her? The latter seemed like a cruel mercy. But the former... the former would be a waking nightmare. For both of us.
Her eyes, those beautiful, star-like orbs, slowly opened. They were hazy at first, unfocused, clouded with the lingering effects of the drug and the sheer exhaustion of our... activities. She blinked, the slow, deliberate motion of someone trying to piece together a shattered reality.
Her gaze landed on me.
For a long, terrifying moment, there was nothing. No recognition, no fear, no anger. Just a blank, placid emptiness. Then, her eyes widened. A flicker of something memories, perhaps passed through them.
"You..."
She breathed, her voice a hoarse whisper. The single word was a shard of glass in the quiet room.
I didn't answer. What could I say? 'Sorry, I took advantage of you while you were drugged?' 'Sorry, I may have impregnated you with my inhuman offspring?' The words would be useless, meaningless.
She pushed herself up, the sheets pooling around her waist. Her movements were slow, stiff. She winced, a sharp intake of breath as the aches and pains of our encounter made themselves known.
Her gaze dropped, taking in the marks on her skin, the tangled state of the sheets, and my naked form beside her.
The color drained from her face. The placid emptiness in her eyes was replaced by a rising tide of horror.
"What... what did you do?"
She asked, her voice trembling now, a fragile thing on the verge of breaking.
The question hung in the air between us, a guillotine waiting to fall. I could see the gears turning in her mind, the fragments of the night slotting into place with horrifying clarity. The alley, the men, the escape, the motel... and then... this.
I was a monster. A beast in human skin. And she was looking right at me.
"You..."
She breathed again, but this time it was different. The word was not a question, but a verdict. Her gaze, once hazy, was now sharp, cutting through the dim light of the room. It wasn't filled with the terror I expected, not the fear of a victim. It was something else. Something colder. Something more...
The only words I could respond with were my inner thoughts.
"i, I will take Responsability." The words tumbled out of my mouth, clumsy and inadequate. They sounded hollow, a pathetic echo of the monumental shift that had just occurred.
A dry, humorless laugh escaped her lips. It was a brittle, cracked sound.
"Responsibility?"
She repeated, her voice dripping with a sarcasm so sharp it could draw blood. "You talk about responsibility after... after this?" She gestured vaguely at the bed, at herself, at me.
Her eyes scanned my face, a slow, deliberate perusal. She wasn't just looking at me; she was dissecting me, peeling back the layers to see what lay beneath. I could feel her gaze like a physical touch, probing, questioning.
Then, her expression changed. The horror receded, replaced by a strange, unnerving calm. A glint of something... calculating... appeared in her eyes. The star-struck idol was gone. In her place was a survivor. A strategist.
"I remember the alley. And I remember them. And I remember you,"
She said, her voice was not steady.
The shift was so sudden, so jarring, it left me speechless. I had been bracing for accusations, for screams, for tears. Not this. Not this calm, methodical assessment.
"You saved me,"
She stated a simple fact.
"And then you... You took advantage."
"I took advantage?. But you were the one that draged me in. I only brought u here because my family's house would have been a worse place."
She considered my words, her head tilting slightly. A flicker of something memory, an acknowledgement? crossed her face.
"That's... true,"
She admitted, her gaze dropping for a moment.
"I don't remember it clearly. It's all... a blur, but I know I pulled you down. I know I..."
She trailed off, a faint blush coloring her cheeks.
"But that doesn't excuse you. You could have stopped. You should have stopped."
"I know."
The admission was a heavy stone in my gut.
She looked at me then, really looked at me. Her eyes, those beautiful, star-dusted eyes, held a complex mix of emotions. Anger, yes. Fear, perhaps. But there was something else there, too. Curiosity? Understanding?.
"I, Um, might be young, but I can provide, and take Responsibility."
I repeated the words, feeling even more useless the second time.
She didn't answer. Instead, she reached out, her fingers hesitating for a moment before touching my chest. Her touch was feather-light, a stark contrast to the rough, primal contact of the night. I flinched at the contact, my body tensing.
Her fingers traced a faint, silvery scar, one of the many marks my past had left on me.
"You're not normal, are you?"
She asked, her voice barely a whisper.
I didn't answer. How could I? 'No, I'm an orc, a creature of myth and legend, and I've probably just knocked you up with my super-powered, inhuman spawn.' The words were a madness I couldn't unleash.
"It's okay, I'm not normal either. The perfect idol... it's all a lie. A performance. You're the first person who's seen... this."
She said, as if reading my thoughts. She gestured at her disheveled state, at the raw, unvarnished reality of her being.
She was a master of misdirection. I could see it now. The fear was still there, a deep well of it in her eyes, but she was burying it under layers of logic and strategy. She was assessing the situation, looking for the best way to survive it. And survival, for an idol, meant control. Control of the narrative. Control of herself.
I'd shattered that control last night.
"I could destroy you. One word from me, and your life would be over. Bodyguard or not,"
She said, her voice suddenly cold and hard.
"I know."
My response was immediate, flat.
She studied my face, searching for... something. A flicker of fear A sign of weakness? She found none. I just stared back at her, my expression unreadable. I'd faced down worse things than an idol's wrath.
"How...? How will you take responsibility?"
Her question was cold, clipped, her voice flat, a tone that could only come from the practiced detachment of someone whose life revolved around public perception.
Responsibility.
That word again.
"By taking care of you and the children!"
I said it. The words were out before I could stop them, a raw, unvarnished admission.
Her eyes widened. The carefully constructed facade of control crumbled for a fraction of a second, replaced by a look of pure, unadulterated shock.
"Children.... What do u mean by that?"
Her question was a blade, sharp and precise, aimed at the heart of the matter.
"My, um, Family has a incredbily high fertility rate."
I watched as the color drained from her face, her knuckles white where she gripped the sheets.
Her gaze dropped to her stomach, a sudden, instinctive gesture that spoke volumes. A new kind of fear entered her eyes, one that was deeper and more primal than anything she had shown before. The fear of the unknown, of a change so profound it could shatter her entire existence.
"a incredbily high fertility rate...?"