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FN799 World, outside the concert, open air concert.
——This place was not set off by the singer singing sad love songs on the stage, but was about to be set off by a mysterious male orc.
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That was a very, very handsome Mr. Black Cat.
His hair was smooth and shiny, and his back and waist were gracefully curved. He was not tall, and had no obvious muscles, but when his dark eyes looked at people, they revealed an unfathomable aura of terror. Even a lion orc over two meters tall would shrink his neck under his stare.
This shows that this orc is extremely powerful.
...What's more, this is a black cat. Even if black cat beastmen are not strong enough, they can rely on their mystery and beauty to occupy a dominant position in the courtship circle.
But that black cat, God, his eyes and aura are enough to crush the lion——
To the orcs who believe in the law of the jungle, being strong is almost the pinnacle of hormones.
As many female orcs heard about him, as many of them longed to wrap their tails around his arms.
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What's more, that mysterious black cat is so handsome.
He is very young, and his overly delicate appearance makes him look immature, but his gestures have a certain ease that needs time to settle. No matter how delicate he is, he will not make girls want to pinch his face and tease him.
He did not choose any of the attentive female orcs at the concert, but just stood in the darkest corner, shaking a glass of wine with his chin in his hand, staring at the entrance, with a cold expression mixed with some impatience.
Is he waiting for someone? Is that why he rejected everyone? Who could a man like this be waiting for?
What? You mean the ring on his finger? Humph, he's definitely not married. What wife would dare let a husband like that show up alone among a group of female beastmen? Besides, the orc world is a world of the weak and the strong prey on the weak. If you leave your husband here alone, you should be prepared for him to be snatched away by a powerful female beastman.
...But, the look that the black cat just gave the Siamese cat was so terrifying that no female cat dared to step forward and test it again.
The female orcs just stopped in the distance, gathered together, whispered excitedly, and passed on chaotic speculations.
This mysterious black cat that has never been seen before - hush, did you see that, his lips - very thin, light in color, tightly pressed together in a somewhat unhappy manner - are born to be smeared with lipstick and rubbed open.
...It's really a top-notch product.
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You wouldn't want to marry such a cold and mysterious boy, but you will definitely be captured by him at first sight and desire to be his one-night lover.
At this time, no female orc wanted to dance the marriage melody with him, but every female orc was secretly eager to drag him into her estrus period.
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What a tempting crime Mr. Black Cat is.
If the female orc's gaze could become physical, by now, hundreds of arrows would have pierced through him standing in the corner.
——M is not happy.
She was a girl, and girls weren't very happy when they attracted so many girls, and she wasn't very happy when she attracted so many men.
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This was one of the main reasons why she didn't like dressing up as a man: as a girl, she could wear the prettiest skirt and dance in the center of a nightclub, breaking the arms of any man who approached her at will. But when she dressed as a man, if she stood in the most eye-catching spot to dance, a bunch of women would crowd in within a second, rubbing their hands against her like bread and butter.
And she couldn't break their arms at that time just because she felt like it, because those women with wandering eyes were really good at seduction. Every time M couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to grab someone's arm, she couldn't. They slipped away like butterflies, putting on an arrogant attitude of "I didn't mean to get close to you", or when she reached out to touch them, they deliberately screamed "Ah", and said pitifully that she hurt them.
...I didn't twist out your white bones, I just touched it. It hurts somewhere, girl.
Could you please not be so troublesome! Such a pretentious thing! Why are you pretending like this?
——The guy who would groan and cry out in pain even when his subordinates held his hand and wiped the blood off it when he was bored was very annoying.
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M had been educated by her sister, and it was difficult for her to attack an unarmed and innocent young girl.
But she also hates being groped—by men or women—
And, to put it bluntly, the women who were attracted to "him" were no different than the men who were attracted to her, it was just because of her looks.
If it was because of her personal charm, then when she walked around as Miss M, the female employees wouldn't have avoided her, and that old witch in the operations department wouldn't have pointed at her clothes and boots.
Tsk, that old witch, she was the first woman who tried to climb on M when he was wandering the street rummaging through trash cans without taking off his men's clothes.
She just changed her clothes and slightly altered her height and facial features, so how come she wasn't a "disrespectful slave girl who rolled out of the trash can" but instead became the guy she wanted to pull onto the silk sheets?
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The second M was dragged onto the silk bed sheet by the old witch, she turned back into a woman. She deliberately hooked her arm around her neck and giggled at her, then tore off her wig and the precarious hairline underneath it bit by bit.
She could have broken the old hag's arms, of course, but it felt more fun to rip through all those delicate, carefully cared-for hair roots.
...After the bald old witch fainted from crying in despair, M dragged away the silk bed sheet with the finest touch, and also took away two garlic-flavored chicken legs for dinner.
What's the point of crying and trembling at this time? If you say bad things about M behind her back and point fingers at her, you should be prepared to cut off all ties with her.
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M has been exposed to too much of the dark side of human nature, and she understands the troubles she will encounter after changing her outfit.
Because she is the perfect "bad guy" in men's clothing, and bad guys are the most attractive to women.
Bad women are also the most attractive to men. She can't remember how many arms she has broken in nightclubs.
…She really hated relying on gender and appearance to measure attractiveness. Her sister had told her about this countless times—but, never mind, she wasn't in a relationship, so she just wanted to sit there condescendingly and express her disdain.
Moreover, as a "girl", M really doesn't like "bad men".
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In her eyes, all the "bad" things are just kindergarten kids pretending to be cool.
Stupid, frivolous, whining, and who knows how many illnesses they have secretly.
No one can be worse than M. Every "bad guy" is a jack of all trades, not to mention those "bad men" who probably haven't even killed a chicken and are just pretending to be rebellious and unsociable.
So M feels like laughing when he sees every "bad man".
Of course, she also doesn't like boring good men, gentle, loyal and honest - ha, just listening to it makes her want to yawn - she is not looking for a marriage partner, nor does she want a stable harbor, so she doesn't want a good man.
If I had to say what type she prefers...
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"It's Little P. Because Little P is indescribable, a very strange guy."
"...Again, thank you for the inexplicable compliment. Can you get off my chair now?"
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Well, the subordinate himself is of course her favorite type.
Anyway, M couldn't explain it, so she just had to point at her subordinates - if the subordinates were not her preferred type, how could she have tormented him for fifty years without getting tired of it.
M never puts herself in a difficult position. After all these years, she has only chosen this guy to go to bed with. She doesn't choose people to go to bed with by randomly drawing prizes from a lottery box.
Of course she would only sleep with her favorite type.
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And she can confidently say that her preference for her subordinates has nothing to do with appearance - M actually never likes the blue eyes of her subordinates. Every time she looks into their eyes, she just feels "weird" and "fake", and wants to uncover what is hidden under that blue.
She always felt that his eyes shouldn't be that color, they should be... more beautiful.
She couldn't put her finger on it, but it just felt weird.
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Of course, M is very reluctant to admit that even if the factor of appearance is excluded, preference for subordinates is still related to "gender".
It has a lot to do with gender.
He was a man, that's why she wanted to get him into bed.
...Well, she wouldn't have a relationship with her subordinate that has nothing to do with gender or appearance, so why take it so seriously? Just let him be affected by gender.
As long as you sleep well, that's fine.
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"Rustle, rustle, rustle."
...M looked down at the cufflinks on his suit, which flashed a few times, revealing the unique logo for internal communication in the system world.
She clicked her tongue impatiently, yanked off her cufflinks, and pressed them to her ears.
"Rustle, rustle... Establishing communication... Establishing... Do you hear... Do you hear that, Miss M?"
Miss M's deformed cat ears couldn't help but tremble quickly.
The female beastmen gathered not far away exclaimed slightly, because Mr. Black Cat, who had a dark aura, looked unexpectedly cute when he shook his ears.
M: “…”
M: "Hey. Where are you? Why haven't you come yet?"
Don't give me that bullshit excuse of "women always take their time when getting dressed."
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Fortunately, the subordinates did not give any ridiculous reasons that would make her, who was already irritable, go crazy.
There was a lot of noise on the other end of the call, with piano music and drum beats mixed together.
"I'm sorry..." he said haltingly, "I was stopped at the entrance..."
M immediately turned his head to look at the concert entrance, but there was no sign of the dog.
"...It's the outermost...the main entrance to the venue...I can't get in..."
Tsk.
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M was getting increasingly irritated: "Didn't you bring your invitation? Or was your disguise blown? You said this mission was important, so I agreed to something so outrageous. I can easily transform into a suit in ten minutes, but you're taking so long, Little P. How foolish—"
But, while cursing, she put down her wine glass and walked quickly towards the main entrance of the venue.
"terribly sorry……"
As the distance got closer, the sound from the cufflinks became clearer and clearer.
In addition to piano music and drum beats, Miss M also heard the "bleating" and "clucking" sounds, and the rustling sound of feather wings.
...What is he doing? Is he holding a concert in advance with a bunch of orcs?
"It was my mistake..."
The subordinate's tone on the other end remained calm, as if the chaotic "bleating, clucking" in the background was just her hallucination: "Do you remember? Before letting you go alone to dress for the mission, I sprayed you with a special camouflage potion..."
"Ah, that something-something element. Anyway, it seems to be something very complicated." M frowned. "What's wrong? There's nothing wrong with me. All the female beastmen have recognized me as a male... The effect is even a bit too good."
"...The problem is... even though it's a synthetic pheromone that disguises your gender... its effectiveness is tied to your own strength. If you're a powerful being, the orcs will identify you as a powerful male."
"so what?"
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"So," the subordinate stated calmly, "I'm weak."
M: “…”
"I was originally a weak civilian. Among humans, I'd be considered a 'weak-armed' male. But the physical fitness of all orcs...is dozens, even hundreds, of times better than humans...The weakest female orc here can lift a small car single-handedly."
M: “…”
"After the pheromones took effect on me, they immediately identified me as... a female orc, even weaker than a grasshopper orc... and the orc world highly values the survival of the fittest..."
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While the subordinate was explaining slowly, M had already reached the main entrance of the venue.
——The scene here is literally a scene of chaos——
A goat beastman was bleating and kicking a large iron pot on the ground with his hooves. Two Akita dog beastmen were baring their teeth at the pot fiercely. And next to him, a strong chicken lady was clucking and quickly chiseling the pot with her beak, making a big dent in the bottom of the pot.
M: “…”
M is well-informed and rarely shocked, but this time she was shocked.
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As she approached, the cacophony of "bleating" and "clucking" noises were quickly translated into Orcish by the disguised pheromones.
Female goat: "Meh! Go to hell! Meh! You're so weak and you still have the nerve to come to a concert to find a mate! Meh! Just get out here so I can eat you to replenish your nutrition for pregnancy! You've had a bad influence on the reproduction of all orcs!"
Female Akita: "Where did such a weak bitch come from? Weak genes like yours should have been eliminated long ago. Dystocia! Broken fetus! Such a disgrace to a bitch! Why go to the concert? No dog wants to ride you. You might as well let me eat you to fill my teeth!"
Hen: "Cluck, cluck, cluck - damn it - cluck - I haven't found a mate in three years - I have this kind of competitor during estrus - cluck - don't males have eyes? Would they rather choose such a weakling - cluck, cluck, I'll peck you to death!!"
-twenty one-
M: “…”
M, who was listening, was shocked.
She is knowledgeable and experienced, but after seeing this scene today, she realized that she had not seen enough.
-twenty two-
Moreover, in this excited and chaotic scene, not a single orc took any action to stop it.
The two male buffalo guards at the gate said, "Ah, I've got no self-awareness whatsoever. Her genes are weaker than a grasshopper's, yet she shamelessly comes to a concert to reproduce, trying to insult all orcs with her weak, inferior genes. This female orc should be imprisoned. How shameless! Such a weak orc actually wants to have a estrus period? The right to choose a mate? — Hey, get out of here now! Stop hiding in the pot! We're sending you to prison!"
——It is obvious that in the orc world, orcs who are too weak are not even allowed to have estrus.
Because they will pollute genes and have a bad impact on reproduction, people will even throw such weak people into prison.
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...It's so pitiful. The losers in the human world can at least smile lewdly at the poster computer and have the right to choose their mates from virtual paper figures!
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As M watched in shock, the hen's extremely angry "cluck, cluck, cluck" pecks had almost pecked a hole in the iron pot.
A weak plea came from under the pot: "I don't compete for mates... I don't have a mating season... I already have a husband..."
The hen was even more furious. "A weakling grasshopper like you has found a husband, so why don't I have a mate yet?! What male is so blind and shameless as to dare to breed with a weakling like you and pollute the family genes!"
M: “…”
The cufflinks flashed again, and the subordinate whispered, "Ms. M, please help me. Have you reached the entrance? If you don't save me, I'm going to be pecked to death by the chickens. Please help me, please help me."
M: “…”
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M turned and left.
"Save yourself," she said coldly, "a grasshopper that can't even beat a hen. I don't want a genetically defective wife to reproduce. I'm not blind."
“…”
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Mr. P squatted under the pot and silently turned off the communication.
He thought, as expected, what he hated most was the irrational and animalistic nature of those who acted recklessly according to their temper.
...What reproduction? He didn't want to reproduce with his resentful boss. How could a completely dead soul reproduce? A higher-dimensional being like her, hearing a hen clucking, thought she was right—this was too much!
That's too much.
This kind of complaint from the boss is really too much.
Fake marriage is so excessive. Not to mention the wife, even the husband can’t do it well... The boss is a scumbag.
Big scumbag man.
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The bottom of the iron pot was pierced through by the sharp beak with a "bang". Mr. P squinted and looked over, and was dazzled by the orc's cold beak.
...He really shouldn't have gone out on missions. No matter what world it is, it is dangerous for civilian personnel to stay in any world.
never mind.
Mr. P reached out his hand expressionlessly, directly reaching for the punctured hole. Whether it was being penetrated by a female orc or being chewed up once, civilian personnel like him would eventually die once during a field mission. After that, he would find another way to enter the venue.
As for whether it will delay the investigation of the Eternal Life Society against the resentful boss, haha.
Let her do whatever she wants.
A shabby and resentful boss.
...If he had known earlier, he shouldn't have refused. He should have just done this mission with U... He chose to disguise himself as a female in order to play the role of a seducer, and even wore a skirt... He really hates wearing women's clothes...
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"Bang."
The iron pot was suddenly opened.
The glare caused Mr. P to drop his eyes. "Please kill me humanely. If you need me, I can die on my own."
"...Really? Let someone else kill you?"
M held the iron pan and looked down at him.
"I don't remember allowing you to be killed by others, Xiao P."
“…”
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The subordinate seemed to look up at her, but he was wearing a half-face mask to blur his gender, so M could not see his eyes clearly.
But that glance was enough, the slightly curly blonde hair slid down the side of the neck, and the furry white ears hung down meekly on the top of the head.
"I was abandoned by my husband," the weak female orc said gently, "of course I can only ask others to kill me."
...Oh, really?
M looked him up and down, his playful expression gradually disappearing, and his dissatisfaction rose again.
He looks surprisingly beautiful in women's clothing.
…Compared to men’s clothing, women’s clothing reveals too much.
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For example, skin that is too white, or a temperament that is too gentle.
——When a man has these traits, people may think he is “harmless” and “weak”, but when it comes to a woman——
It will make the male feel that he can hold her with one hand and put her in his pocket.
...seems too fun to play with.
In particular, he obviously did not deform much, just made his shoulders narrower and bones thinner. Rather than dressing up as a woman, he looked more like a shrunken and childish person.
The cubs are weaker and more pitiable than women.
Other changes were made through makeup and clothes - she wore a snow-white high-necked long dress to cover her Adam's apple, a half-face mask to cover her brow bone and nose bridge, long white gloves and a small shawl to cover the muscle lines that were hidden as she shrank, and a pearl necklace around her neck.
Perhaps because his transformation was a superficial overall reduction to a juvenile state, this guy's height was not so prominent, and when looking down at him, he actually had a "petite" feeling - of course, it could also be because he was wearing flat shoes today, while she was wearing high-heeled leather boots.
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She suspected that he had simply shrunk his undead form to that of a fourteen or fifteen year old.
M watched P pick up her long skirt and climb out of the pot awkwardly, and it was easy for her to associate the two with a fourteen-year-old cub and a puppy.
...Not a mature and attractive woman, but a lovable puppy.
The weak may be despised by the bestial world, but what about the cubs?
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She swore she heard the two male orcs behind her gasp.
And she swore that when he climbed out holding up his skirt, all the male orcs around him gasped.
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Haha, male.
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"Why are you dressed like this today?"
As the subordinate was slowly adjusting his long skirt and trying to stand up straight, M grabbed his arm and said, "You may be a child, but this outfit is too childish. Little P, do you still remember that you are a man? Have you any shame?"
Mr. P didn't say anything. He raised his head to look at her again a little slowly - very good, M was sure that he had reduced his overall age. He would never have looked up at her in the past.
His height was one of his few physical advantages. When she forced him to paint her toenails, M loved to admire him half-kneeling on the ground holding her feet.
Like a big dog whose belly was stepped on by its owner, it shrank from its high position to a short one, looking aggrieved.
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...But today's outfit is too childish.
M frowned and grabbed his arm, then took his hand and pinched his fingers.
"Why aren't you wearing a ring? Didn't you say you were going to be a fake couple on this disguise mission?"
The subordinate still didn't give any answer. His eyes were fixed on the cat ears on her head, and the whole dog's soul seemed to be glued to it through his eyeballs by 502 glue.
M was very impatient because she didn't notice that this guy was trying to stick his soul to her cat ears. She only noticed that the male orcs around her were trying to stick their souls to the collar of his long skirt.
The male instinct is probably to stick the soul to something.
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"Hey, are you mute? I went and captured a few roosters and rams to lure away those crazy female orcs—and ended up rescuing a mute? Or are you, a weakling who can't even handle a hen, frightened silly by what just happened?"
Mr. P came back to his senses.
——Because Miss M was already pinching his ring finger with great strength, as if she was going to pull the ring off her hand and put it in. It was quite painful to force it on——They did not modify such a small part of the hand, and the size difference between men and women was still the original.
It would be strange if the ring on Miss M's ring finger could fit on his ring finger, unless some bone was cut off.
——Judging from the boss's current attitude, she seemed to be planning to cut off his bones.
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"Xiao P, you are so shameless. You dressed like this today just to seduce males—"
Yes, Mr. P thought, it is my job to seduce those specific male orcs, otherwise why would I rather wear a skirt myself than let you dress up as a female orc.
But he didn't say it. His boss, who was about to cut off the bone of his ring finger, probably didn't need to hear the explanation.
He winked and said, "You look beautiful today. It's my honor to have such a dazzling husband."
“…”
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Miss M let go of his hand.
She coughed lightly, raised her arm, and found a posture that best represented their relationship as a couple - the latter quickly and consciously took her arm, her long skirt clinging obediently to her suit jacket.
"It seems that you can finally speak human language, congratulations."
"Male with sharp tongues is not welcome, Mr. Black Cat. As a couple, you should compliment me on my dress and jewelry today."
"Shut up, puppy."
"I always give you compliments sincerely. Even if we're superiors and subordinates, we should reciprocate."
"...They all look good. Now shut up. Or I'll throw you back into that iron pot."
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So Mr. P shut up and played the role of the weak and harmless wife next to Mr. Black Cat.
...For the first time, he discovered that playing the role of a wife was very convenient, because he could walk close to her without keeping a distance, and he could also admire the ears on her head and the tail shaking slightly under her suit jacket. When he was discovered, he just had to look up and give a shy fake smile.
Hmm.
No matter how bad she is, she can be forgiven. Such cute ears and tail are born to be forgiven.
...I really want to pinch it.
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