An Aura Farmer's Guide to Another World
Chapter 62: Shazog the Shy Orc

Chapter 62: Shazog the Shy Orc

At 9 p.m., the hallway on the fifth floor of the northeastern tower glowed with orange flames, casting flickering shadows that danced across the walls.

’Thud-thud.’

I was heading back to Cupcake’s room after a drink at the bar on the tower’s first floor.

The moment my fingers brushed the handle, the door creaked open and invited me in.

I thought the door was locked. Did Cupcake forget?

The room was dark, illuminated only by faint moonlight filtering through the window.

As I walked through the narrow entrance corridor, I heard water splashing in the bathroom. I couldn’t tell if Cupcake had forgotten to turn off the shower or if she was already back.

’Creak.’

I reached for the handle and opened it. A silhouette stood behind the shower’s mist inside the bathroom.

I took three steps in and froze. Cupcake was barely five feet tall, but the person in the shower was much taller than I.

The curtain was thin cotton, revealing the silhouette of a woman rubbing her arms with a sponge.

Should I ask who’s in the shower or wait outside until they’re done?

I turned and stepped out of the bathroom, my hands feeling along the corridor wall until they found the rope for the gas lamp.

As the light flicked on, I realized the room wasn’t Cupcake’s.

The walls, rather than being exposed stone, were painted green. One bedsheet was light green, covered in tiny, staring mushrooms.

Shit! I walked into someone else’s room.

’Creak.’

The bathroom door opened, and a woman easily ten feet tall stepped out and stood behind me.

My blood turned cold, and I couldn’t move. I felt the shadow of her breasts fall across my hair.

A familiar voice asked, "Could you move?" but I couldn’t remember where I’d heard it before.

I stepped aside, head bowed. ’I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—"

"What are you doing here?" she cut in, her tone soft but firm.

My eyes met hers for a second before I looked away again.

She stood beside me, naked, a white towel wrapped around her head, droplets sliding down her supple green skin.

Wait, was she one of the two orcs sent to execute me on Devil’s Island? I thought the gravitational wave had killed them.

I looked up and saw her face clearly. No mistaking it, Grak’s sister, Shazog.

"Sorry for the intrusion, I was looking for someone else and entered the wrong room."

As I tried to storm out, Shazog caught my wrist. "Were you looking for my sister?"

"Yes." I lied.

She released my hand and looked away, her gaze settling on the table atop the woven rug. "My sister isn’t around, but I’m going to see her now. Want to come?"

’For the love of God, don’t,’ I wanted to say that but didn’t. I’d asked her sister to lick my toes once. Seeing her again was the last thing I needed.

"It’s okay," I said. "I’ll come back when she’s around."

Shazog seized my wrist again, squeezing until the veins on my forearm stood out.

"Please don’t go," she said quietly. "We know what happened that day on Devil’s Island, Lana told us."

I nodded yes.

Shazog stared directly into my eyes, her naked form completely exposed. The last time we met, she was as shy as a pangolin.

"Please, have a seat over there; I’ll prepare some tea for us," Shazog offered.

She slipped into the small kitchen and returned with two cups of rose milk tea, both cool and delicately pink.

I sat on the bed dotted with tiny mushroom prints, while she took the one across from me.

’Sip-sip.’

I sipped the tea and looked up. Shazog was still naked, seated in a way that revealed everything.

Our eyes met briefly. She looked away, sipping her tea. Even as my gaze lingered on her middle section, she didn’t flinch.

Is it possible Orcs lack sexual attraction to humans, or are they simply indifferent to clothing, similar to cats?

Shazog kept her gaze on her feet, voice barely above a whisper. "Lana told us that when the castle crumbled on Devil’s Island, you cleared the rubble and gave us a healing potion."

I couldn’t speak. Lana had lied. I never cleared the rubble and never offered healing. I was the one who triggered the castle’s self-destruction.

"We were your executioners, and you still saved us," Shazog said, eyes flicking to mine before dropping. "No one shows mercy like that, no one but the Demon King."

After placing the cup on top of the drawer between the beds, I stood and moved closer. I bent down, close enough that she had no choice but to meet my ocean eyes.

"Interesting," I said.

Shazog leaned back, but I moved with her, planting a knee on the bed and drawing my face closer to hers.

I slid my fingers through her dark hair, twirling a strand between my fingers, slowly. "You believe I’m your king," I said, voice low.

"Yes," Shazog answered, trying desperately to avoid my gaze.

I cupped her cheeks, embracing her subtle green skin. "Will you do anything I tell you as the Demon King?"

Shazog’s gaze met mine, and I saw her pupils shift from round to a star-like shape, then revert to their original roundness.

"For you, I will do anything, my king," she answered.

’Creak!’

The door swung open, and another female orc stepped inside. She froze, eyes locked on me hovering over Shazog’s naked body.

The paper bag she was holding slipped from her fingers in stunned silence.

"You!"

Her brows furrowed, drawn together in a deep V line; her eyebrows were pulled low, almost covering her eyes, and a prominent crease formed between her eyebrows.

Grak advanced slowly. "I heard you moved in next door with Cupcake. As if crashing in a women’s dorm wasn’t enough, now you’re pinning my sister to my bed?"

I backed off, standing upright again.

Shazog moved to my side. ’It’s not what you think,’ she murmured to her sister.