Basson, a provincial city near the Trott Kingdom, lies at the northern edge of the Celesta Merchant Confederacy.
Far removed from the western border with the Affilm Empire, the front line of national defense, the local garrison consists of only a single hundred-man company, and even then, it’s just a crossbow unit specializing in large-scale combat support stationed there without much fanfare.
The Northern Division has no ties to either the eastern or western fronts, nor to the south’s elite military breeding grounds. Frankly, its combat effectiveness isn’t highly regarded. It also suffered particularly heavy losses during the Trott War.
Furthermore, the Trott Legion, largely composed of troops transferred from the former Trott Kingdom army, is currently stationed on the northern front—the very border it should be defending—making it less likely for any truly urgent situations to arise there.
So, while it might sound impressive to call it a “precious asset,” the upper brass has designated it as a reserve force, a hobby unit, or an experimental division. As a result, it spends its days researching new tactics and engaging in aimless training.
The crossbow unit is well-known for its significant contributions during the Trott War, but it’s treated as just another experimental group. And experimental units that’ve been disbanded and had their leaders replaced are… difficult to deal with, shall we say. They lack a sense of belonging. Even if someone says, “Just train however you want,” they have no idea what to do.
A regular infantry or cavalry unit could engage in intense training to improve their skills and demonstrate their potential for the Ace Knight exam—motivated actions they could take. But crossbows are incredibly easy to handle, and even with magical support, there’s only so much one can do to improve. For better or worse, this unit only achieves its maximum effectiveness when a domineering leader wields it at will.
So, with an unexpected long vacation and no way to return home, Arnie Boyd (an eighteen-year-old Orc male) spends his mornings doing decent crossbow practice before running the hour-long route between the barracks and Basson city several times as a substitute for field training. He then enjoys brief rendezvous with his beautiful girlfriend (a nineteen-year-old human female) in town, framing it as “part of his training.”
There’s no squad leader keeping him on his toes, and there’s nothing wrong with visiting her every day, but Arnie worries that constantly hanging around while she works at the fried food stall from noon to evening might be a bit much. That’s why he ends up working out like crazy—because that’s just how Arnie is.
“Arnie, you look tired."
"Ah, yeah… hi, Sylvia.”
Sweat dripping from every pore, Arnie runs along the wagon trail as Sylvia greets him with a smile on the outskirts of town.
Beside her are a water bucket and several whole roasted birds—preparations she’d made since morning, anticipating his arrival.
”Sylvia… the roasted birds are great and all, but isn’t it kinda expensive to prepare them every day?"
"It’s fine, Arnie. You caught that wild boar for me the other day, remember? This is way cheaper than that.”
Hunting was a required skill in Orc colonies, so he occasionally hunted boars or deer and brought them to Sylvia’s family home. Her mother was thrilled, but her father wore a difficult expression.
”Guess I’m kinda hated,” Arnie thought dejectedly. But honestly, how many human fathers would be happy about their daughter being head-over-heels for an Orc who’s 8 feet tall?
But Sylvia is completely and seriously in love with Arnie.
”Hehe. I tried some new herbs and sauce today."
"Then… I’ll take it.”
Arnie devours the roasted bird with his characteristic Orc-sized mouth.
”This is good."
"Which one do you like better, this or yesterday’s?"
"It’s hard to choose either."
"Nope, you have to pick one.”
Sylvia leans close to Arnie, poking at his large face with her finger as she demands an answer.
Arnie makes a troubled face and takes a sip from the water bucket. To humans, it’s just a bucket, but to an Orc, it’s more like a slightly oversized mug.
”Then I’ll take today’s."
"I see. Okay. Well, I’ll do my best tomorrow too."
"Yeah. I’m looking forward to it.”
After delivering lunch to Arnie, Sylvia heads to work at the fried food stall.
Arnie spends the time running back and forth between the barracks and town, occasionally hunting wild animals while waiting for Sylvia’s shift to end. Then, they have a short date on the way home.
At least, that’s how it usually is.
”…So, Arnie,"
"Huh?”
Arnie was halfway through his third roasted bird when he started to wonder why Sylvia hadn’t returned to town. Then, Sylvia plopped down on his lap with a smile, and his heart skipped a beat.
“Actually, I’m off work today—"
"…Really?"
"Yeah! So, wanna go on a date this afternoon?"
"…”
Arnie was super touched. But an ogre’s expression of being touched is hard for humans to read.
“W-Well… do you have any work, Arnie-kun?"
"N-No, not really… ughhh!”
A date. Not just a casual little chat like usual, but a fancy half-day date.
Should I rush back and grab that jacket Kelly gave me? And humans hate sweat smells, right? (Ogres barely notice it, even the women) I gotta wash this off somewhere before Sylvia gets embarrassed.
Arnie’s eyes swirled as he thought.
“U-Unless we’re dating, I should probably freshen up a bit—"
"Ehhh, that’ll cut into our date time."
"S-Super fast… at least get the sweat smell off."
"I like you sweaty, Arnie-kun?"
"…Ugh.”
Is it okay to be this clingy? Is she just pretending not to care?
Unable to resist Sylvia’s puppy-dog eyes as she tugged on his short sleeves, Arnie was swept away.
”…W-Where are we going?"
"Yay! Let’s go hiking!"
"Hiking, huh? Sounds good.”
Arnie was relieved. If they went to the arena, other humans might make faces at his sweat smell, indirectly embarrassing Sylvia. Once he started worrying, Arnie couldn’t stop overthinking—despite his intimidating build, he was a total worrier.
And that delicate side of him was Sylvia’s irresistible charm.
Sylvia loved piggyback rides on Arnie.
Though “piggyback” meant she had to straddle one of his broad shoulders since his neck was too thick for her to wrap her arms around.
“You’re so tall, Arnie-kun."
"Well, I am an ogre."
"At this height, do humans even notice you? You must think we’re tiny—"
"…To be honest, sometimes I almost kick kids by accident.”
An ogre’s stride could crush a human child. He’d never done it, but in the barracks, ogre soldiers occasionally kicked dwarves by mistake and started fights.
”…I’m so small… to you, I must seem like a cat or something."
"N-No, well… Sylvia-san, you’re way better than that… um…"
"M-Moan, Arnie-kun, don’t get all shy just because we’re in the woods!"
"Sorry, sorry!”
”…But I’m happy.”
The ogre and the human, despite their vastly different sizes—one towering above, the other below—were both flushed the same bright red.
They stood there in the afternoon forest, both avoiding each other’s gaze with embarrassed glances, yet neither willing to break the connection.
Time was running out, and they frantically tried to think of something to say. Just as he opened his mouth, Sylvia took the initiative a moment too soon.
“…Hey, Arnie.”
“Uh… y-yeah.”
“…I wonder how big ogre babies get? Could I even give birth to one?”
“A-a-well, um, babies are pretty much the same size for ogres and humans, so… yeah, I guess you could…” Ah!
“Oh. I was a little worried.”
“Ah-w-w-w… b-baby… Arnie and Sylvia’s baby…”
Arnie Boyd’s brain was boiling over.
He’d lost his virginity to Sylvia, but he was always this hesitant, so they’d never actually had sex.
Still, he knew the feeling of pleasure all too well. The moment he started thinking about it, his groin would react like a spring. Youthful hormones, that’s all.
“…Arnie.”
“Y-yeah?”
“…We’re in the middle of the forest. No one’s watching.”
“R-right.”
“…A-and you’re a guy, right?”
“…Y-yeah, I’m a guy.”
Sylvia hugged Arnie’s head, trying to suppress her embarrassment.
This was as forward as Sylvia could get.
She wasn’t exactly inexperienced either. She wasn’t afraid of sex. In fact, every time they met like this, she wanted Arnie to hold her.
But it was embarrassing to say it out loud. It wouldn’t be fair if she was the only one eager for it—if Arnie didn’t want it too. So she’d been waiting for him to say he wanted it.
“Um… Sylvia. Uh… I don’t know if this is okay to say, but… let’s… you know…”
“…Idiot.”
“D-don’t mean to be rude, but… probably not, huh? Haha…”
“Nope… I’ve been waiting forever.”
“Huh… uh…”
“You’re so dense!”
She used Arnie’s neck for leverage, swung herself down until she was hovering before him.
Then she kissed him once and slowly began to unbutton her jacket in the dappled sunlight.
“A-Arnie, take yours off too! Don’t make me be the only one embarrassed!”
“Y-yeah!”
Arnie hurriedly started to strip as well.
And then, in the middle of the forest, the two of them faced each other naked.
“Th-That’s… beautiful,” she said.
”…Thanks. And you’re wonderful too, Arnie.”
Sylvia gazed adoringly at Arnie’s member—small for an ogre, but still twitching with desire for her.
”…Arnie. Do it again, like before."
"Eh? Um—"
"Grab me with those big hands of yours and slam your dick inside me hard… make me come so much…”
Like a child begging its parent for a hug, the naked Sylvia spread her arms wide.
Arnie carefully took her in his embrace, lightly savoring her breasts with his thumbs as he tilted her face-up over his lap.
“Th-Those boobs… so naughty."
"S-Sorry."
"…Arnie. I’ve said it before, but lovers are allowed to be naughty, okay?"
"…Yes."
"So don’t apologize. …I want you to make me feel like this. Arnie, you think I’ll hate you if you do something naughty with me, right?"
"…Just a little."
"I won’t hate you. Not at all. …If you strip me in front of people or force yourself on me, then maybe I’d hate you a little."
"I won’t!"
"Good. Then I definitely won’t hate you. So, if you think no one’s watching, you can be as naughty as you want."
"…I-I can…?"
"Yeah. You can sneak into the bushes and lick my boobs. You can make me suck your dick in the thicket. Or just keep rubbing my butt—I’d love that too. You can drag me into the forest like this, put your dick inside me. You can even lock us in a guesthouse and fuck me all day. And if I get pregnant with an ogre baby… you’ll marry me, right?"
"Even if… it’s not possible… if you’re okay with me, please, marry me!"
"Yeah! …Since you’re going to be my future wife, you can do anything naughty with me. So get excited!"
"Y-Yes!”
With a thrust, he plunged into her in sheer ecstasy.
“Haaah!”
Sylvia arched her back, showing off her slender throat in pleasure.
“A-Arnie… you’re inside me again…♪"
"Sylvia… feels good…”
He slowly drove deep, then slowly pulled out.
Adjusting the brakes of reason and the accelerator of beastly instinct, he gradually increased his speed.
“Arnie… I love you so much…♪ Arnie, being made into a woman by you… it’s so wonderful…!!"
"M-Me too… I love you, Sylvia! I’m not very smart, so this is all I can say, but I really, truly love you!! If I could, I’d want to stay like this forever!”
”…Haaah… ah… ha… Arnie too…?”
Tossed face-up in his arms, Sylvia smiled with genuine bliss.
“I want… your dick all the time…♪ I want to be filled by you, over and over…!"
"!!”
In the middle of the forest, under the bright midday sun, an ogre was being thoroughly ravished by his beautiful, naked other-race lover. Was there any other lucky bastard like him?
”…Ah, ahhh!!”
The sight of Sylvia’s pure yet wanton, utterly blissful expression made Arnie lose control of the pleasure he’d been trying to endure. His restraint shattered in an instant, and he slammed his cock down onto Sylvia’s womb with all his might, coming hard.
“Ngh, ah, aaaaaah!"
"Sylvia-nn!”
He poured out a torrent of cum.
Sylvia, who had been trembling with each pulse, suddenly went limp as the orgasm subsided.
“S-Sylvia…"
"U-Um… being on my back is kinda hard on my neck…”
She didn’t seem to have lost consciousness, thankfully. Arnie started to pull away… but Sylvia recoiled.
“N-No, don’t pull out yet!"
"B-But—"
"…If you let me flip over, I can still take it… Arnie, you want to keep going, right?"
"…You want to keep doing this?"
"Yeah… because you said you wanted to do it forever, didn’t you? ♪”
Sylvia lifted her heavy head and smiled at him.
“One time doesn’t count as ‘forever,’ does it?"
"Sylvia…"
"…Let’s go♪ We’re lovers who can’t get enough of each other, after all♪"
"…Yes.”
That day, their lovemaking didn’t stop until sunset.
By the way, there was actually another ogre getting thoroughly ravaged by his other-race lover from noon onward.
“K-Kate, Linne… hey, how many hours a day do you two even wear clothes lately?"
"Hmm, I dunno… ♪"
"A new bride doesn’t need to be so reserved. I’m prepared to burn and discard my underwear at any moment for Kelly’s love."
"Chill out. If you did that, there aren’t any spare small clothes in the Cow Ogre Colony. And if you went around dressed like that, everyone would think I was a pervert, and I’d be socially dead!"
"You could just move to another land."
"I’m gonna cum, cum on you—"
"Ugh, you freaky wolves! Burning them is absolutely forbidden! Mom’s already giving me the cold shoulder as it is—I’ll cry if she gets any colder!”
Note: This last part is from Episode 2 of the Isaac side story. Both episodes were being written simultaneously during the original serialization.