ORCA 59

“Why. Is it still too sexy?”

“No, it’s not…”

Niah turned bright red at the teasing tone. Only then did his gaze drop to Orca’s chest. He lacked confidence in his denying answer. Orca tapped the flushed cheek with the hand that wasn’t holding the reins. The slightly upturned corners of his mouth were clearly filled with amusement. This was because he remembered the dumbfounded face of his goldfish, whose mouth had formed a circle the moment he saw Orca dressed in riding clothes early this morning.

‘Young master. Young master, today, this, I don’t think this is it…’

‘What is.’

‘Th-this, are you going out wearing this?’

‘I have to ride a horse. Why?’

‘This is too, too… I think it’s too sexy…’

As he just looked at him without a word, Niah repeatedly denied it. Orca pressed his own lips firmly against the pouting lips that were full of dissatisfaction. He deliberately made a loud smack sound as he pulled away, then bent his knees a little more to look into Niah’s eyes. Niah, whose dissatisfaction had subsided more than before, obediently met his gaze.

“Are you angry?”

“No. How could I be angry at you, young master…”

“If you’re angry, you can be angry.”

“No. It’s just that you keep, teasing me…”

Orca made another smack sound. This time, he followed with a series of kisses, smack, smack, and as if that wasn’t enough, he grabbed the nape of his neck and parted the delicate skin. His tongue stirred inside the small mouth. Niah whined while clinging to his shoulder. As if he had no intention of letting go of the warm tongue that had entered him, he bit down firmly, trapping it, and licked it all over.

Bored because of the two people who were just pecking at each other for a long while, the black horse let out another snort, phroo. Only after it let out another huff, a frustrated puff of air, phroo, did a gap form between their pressed lips.

“You’re so dense, Lizy. Be patient.”

Lizy replied, phrr-rr-rrng. Niah found it fascinating that Orca was talking to the horse and burst out laughing, heh-heh.

“Is his name Lizy?”

“Yes. Say hello.”

Niah hesitantly reached out his hand and gently stroked Lizy’s nose bridge. Fortunately, thanks to the calm Lizy, he was relieved and spread his palm flat. The short fur that looked smooth was surprisingly stiff to the touch. This was probably the first time he had touched one like this. The firm and warm texture resembled his young master, which made him feel good for some reason.

Lizy looked down at Niah. As if pleased with the gentle stroking hand, he nudged Niah’s hand with the tip of his nose.

“Hello, Lizy. Ah, uh… is it okay for me to speak informally? Can I? Is it okay?”

Niah asked Lizy and then raised his head to seek Orca’s permission as well. Orca, who had furrowed his brow, bent down, gave him a peck on the lips, and bit his upper lip. It didn’t hurt much, but Niah, who reflexively yelped, “Ouch,” in surprise, had his eyes go wide.

“Are you doing that on purpose?”

“Pardon?”

Lizy went phrrng, phrr-rrng, as if he were chuckling.

Orca, who got on Lizy first, turned Niah, who was looking up at him blankly, around. He stuck his hands under Niah’s armpits as he uncertainly turned and lifted him up in a flash. Niah dangled from him and landed softly on Lizy’s back. Lizy, feeling the added weight, glanced back slightly and went phrrng, bucking his back at will.

Niah, who gasped at the bouncing sensation, clung tightly to Orca. Lizy sneered, phrr-rrng, and repeatedly bucked. Orca, who was firmly wrapped around Niah’s stomach, put his lips to Niah’s ear and soothed him. Niah, relying on his arm, nodded but hunched his shoulders in tension. Orca handed the reins to such a Niah.

“Lizy. Stop teasing him. You’re scaring him.”

Only then did Lizy stop bucking and turned back again to check on Niah. Finding it amusing that Niah was holding his reins with a frightened face, he went phrr-rr-rrng, as if mocking him, then started to move forward slowly. His steps were elegant as he walked through the forest path, past the wide-open lake garden.

The canopy of leaves created by the dense trees scattered the sunlight like star dust. A cozy breeze blew endlessly into the shaded forest. The fresh green scent wafted strongly on the wind. Niah, who had been stiffly clutching the reins, gradually began to breathe evenly.

“It’s okay. He just does that when someone looks weaker than him. He won’t let you get really hurt.”

“Yes. I think… I’m okay.”

“Should we get down if you’re scared.”

“No. It’s a little scary, but it’s fun. My line of sight is so high up…”

At Niah raising one hand to his eye level, Orca bit the nape of his neck. After licking the bitten spot, he pressed his lips down along the line of his neck to the helix of his ear. Leaning his head forward, he pecked on his forehead and the bridge of his nose, then tasted his lips as if he intended to eat them, and kissed his smooth Adam’s apple several times.

Heh-heh, Niah laughed, completely relaxing and comfortably shifting his weight. The sensation of Lizy’s legs moving was transmitted throughout his entire body. The feeling of walking together was fascinating. Grateful that the horse wasn’t disliking him and was letting him ride, he stealthily stroked the black fur. At the immediate phrrng response, the corners of Niah’s mouth curled up. At the sound of giggling laughter leaking out, Orca, who also felt his mood lift, took a bite of the acorn-like crown of his head.

Lizy was satisfied with the gentle touch on his back. Phrr-rrng, he responded, but as if that wasn’t enough, he answered by wagging his tail back and forth, even though he knew it couldn’t be seen. He liked the small, gentle-looking human more than his blunt master. He somehow wanted to be nice to him because he resembled his favorite carrots. Lizy’s steps became even slower. His back barely swayed.

“Lizy. Let’s go back now.”

“Already?”

“I’ll let you ride again next time. It looks like the preparations for the hunt are finished in the garden.”

“Yeees…”

Niah lifted his chin to meet Orca’s gaze and dragged out the end of his sentence as if disappointed. Orca couldn’t be sure if he had finally gone completely bonkers beyond repair, or if the goldfish’s whining had grown a little more in the meantime. His stomach and his lower parts stirred at the same time. The sexual desire that resembled appetite always put him in a difficult position. He had to painstakingly endure the lust to swallow his orange in one gulp. This was quite an ordeal.

Orca, who had stealthily slipped his hand inside Niah’s clothes, fiddled with the soft belly. He was still contemplating how he could make his goldfish feel good with him without hurting him. The lessons he had received as a child were completely useless. Since he had never actually done it, he didn’t have the courage to try it readily.

He couldn’t bring himself to reach out his hand for fear that Niah might get scared or hurt and say he would never do it again. The most he could do was to knead the soft bottom or the coral-colored penis a little. Of course, he asked for permission every single time. Whenever he did, Niah’s face would flush red several times a day. He was so shy about answering that it was okay to touch that he turned into a tomato every time.

Meanwhile, Niah was humming, hm-hm, and fiddling with the back of the hand that was caressing his bare skin. The innocent face that occasionally turned to smile, hee, was guileless. Orca let out a secret sigh, feeling pathetic about himself for becoming more and more timid, and troubled by the goldfish who clung to him more and more unreservedly.

The desire to pierce him right away was desperate, but he had no choice but to endure it alone for fear that Niah would split in half and die if he did. It was only natural, since Niah had passed out from just having his front touched a few times, and he panted from just a kiss.

Because of this, masturbating with his nose buried in the shirt he got back last time had become his secret hobby for the past few days. The shirt was heavily saturated with Niah’s scent.

It would have been better if Niah had found out about this secret hobby. Niah was also barely holding back the urge to do the same whenever Orca fondled him. He had already admitted that he himself was a pervert, but being called a pervert by his young master was still embarrassing.

So, if he found out about Orca’s hobby of masturbating while intoxicated by his smell, he would have jumped at the chance. Just as Harriet had predicted, the two of them were novices and had been unable to do this or that with each other since that day. Only their kissing skills improved day by day.

“Thank you for the ride.”

Niah, who had returned to the lake garden and was back on the ground, stroked Lizy down. Lizy pressed his head against him and answered, phrrng, phrr-rrng. Niah, who had quickly forgotten about being teased, had his eyes curve into the shape of a crescent moon. Laughter burst from his mouth, phoo-hoo-hoo, following Lizy. The large, burly black horse that resembled his young master was pretty and lovely. He wondered why, and it seemed to be because of this phrrng-phrrng sound.

“Phrrng-phrrng is cute. You’re cute, Lizy.”

At the action of the carrot human who suddenly threw his arms around his neck, Lizy went phrr-rrng, as if to make sure he was heard. This time, Niah, who burst out laughing, ah-ha-ha, just turned his head to look at Orca.

“Young master. Can I call him Phrrngie?”

Phrrngie tapped his hind legs and let out hot puffs of air. Phrrngie really liked the carrot human who laughed cheerfully and treated him kindly, unlike his always expressionless master. The name Phrrngie, which the carrot human had just given him, sounded better than his own name, Lizy, which he had heard for years.

“Huh? Oh, sure. Phrrngie… seems to like it too.”

Orca had no choice but to allow the cringey nickname. This was because his goldfish, who was hugging Lizy tightly, was sending him a sparkling gaze. He was displeased that Lizy, no, Phrrngie, was nestled in the goldfish’s arms and shooting him a look of contempt, but he didn’t say anything. He just silently watched the two of them dawdling.

Niah complimented Phrrngie on his lush mane and glossy black coat, saying they were incredibly cool. Phrrngie glared at Orca as if to show off. Orca furrowed his brow, finding it absurd that the usually demure Phrrngie had become insolent in an instant. He was even continuously letting out hot puffs of air, shweek-shweek. It seemed the goldfish had the ability to make anyone, whether human or horse, become insolent. Since he spouted nothing but ‘I like it’ and ‘you’re cute’ every day, it was actually harder not to become so.

“Shall we go now.”

“Yes!”

He took the reins. Niah stood attached to his side and stealthily held just one of his fingers. He was now used to holding a finger instead of a sleeve. Orca, who shook off the timid grip, retook his hand to completely cover it and led Phrrngie. But he had to stop before he could even take three steps.

“Lizy.”

Phrrngie stood stock-still in his place and did not move. The rein went slack. Niah tilted his head. Orca sighed with a troubled expression. Phrrngie was stubborn and firm in his opinions, and had a principle of not working if his wishes weren’t granted. Phrrngie’s front hoof tapped the lawn as if to urge him on.

“…Phrrngie.”

At his master’s call, Phrrngie let out a satisfied sound, phrrng, and began to walk toward the mansion. Orca’s expression darkened strangely. He was worried about what he would do if Phrrngie demanded to be called Phrrngie even in the war zone.

Niah leaned against his arm and giggled. Phrrngie, who seemed to like the name he had given him, was cute. Orca, looking down at the crown of his head that was constantly bobbing with joy, blew a puff of air. Their eyes met under the hair that fluttered like dandelion seeds. At the excited face that smiled, hee, he thought, well, I guess it can’t be helped, and he lowered his head and bit the round tip of his nose. Ah, he plunged into the parted lips and then pulled out.

“That hurts… You said you’d eat me without it hurting…”

“I told you I’m not eating you.”

“But, why, …then I’ll do it too.”

“Go ahead.”

Niah, who was instead surprised by the nose that came at him with a ready affirmation, hid behind his arm again. The tips of his ears turned bright red.

“La-later…”

Orca kneaded Niah’s hand, which was stuck fast to him. Phrrngie walked on, tap-tap, bouncing his whole body, regardless of whether the two were eating each other or not. He even went phrrng-phrrng by himself.

Phrrngie, more energetic than ever, galloped swiftly through the deep forest. He flew his black mane, tensed his muscles, and increased his speed more and more. Because of that, only the hunting ground servant who had to follow behind Orca and transfer the fallen birds into a sack was having a hell of a time.

Phrrngie was not only specialized for the battlefield, but was also a black horse large and strong enough to run at top speed even while carrying Orca, a killer whale. It was impossible for a riding horse, whose job was at best to patrol the vicinity of the hunting ground, to keep up.

On top of Phrrngie, who was forging his own path where there was none, Orca skillfully pulled the trigger. The reins, which he held loosely with one hand, were not serving their purpose. Phrrngie and Orca each focused only on their own tasks, acting separately. Perhaps because they had both spent nearly two months peacefully, they were in a slightly excited state. Phrrngie ran at an excessively fast speed, and Orca used his sensitive hearing to shoot down every single bird that took flight. If Niah had been by their side, he probably would have fainted at their unfamiliar appearance.

Despite the speed that was fast enough to make his massive frame jolt, Orca maintained his balance well with his back straight. There was no superfluous movement in his gesture of replacing the magazine of the long-barreled shotgun. His trigger was pulled only when absolutely necessary, not wasting any bullets. When he fired ten shots, twelve birds fell to the ground.

Constant gunshots rang out from all over the forest. The hunt continued until all the birds in the forest had fled and the competition could no longer go on. Orca was the first to notice this moment. The place where he stopped Phrrngie was a secluded stream in the forest, a place inaccessible to other nobles because there was no proper path. The stream, hidden in a corner of the forest, had been like his hideout during his childhood.

As his master got off his back, Phrrngie, who had been panting heavily, approached the stream to quench his thirst. Orca looked around the hideout he hadn’t visited in a long time and thought of Niah. Colorful flowers were in full bloom among the overgrown grass, untouched by human feet. The sunlight pouring down like rain through the leaves made the moss on the rocks shine like jewels. Looking closely at the sparkling surface of the water, he could also see several small fish. It was definitely a place Niah would like. Orca stroked Phrrngie’s back, thinking of coming for a picnic after the party was over.

“Lizy.”

Phrrngie slapped his arm with his tail. He rubbed his forehead at the firm rejection. He felt that he had to sort out the naming issue somehow before he left. Even if it couldn’t be helped in Roselphia, it was a bit much to say the name Phrrngie out loud even in a war zone. It seemed like it would be easily resolved if he had Niah call him ‘Lizy’ instead of ‘Phrrngie’, but he decided to look for another way because he thought his goldfish would be disappointed. For now, it was persuasion.

“Lizy. Don’t expect something like that from me.”