CH 1.2

Bash first saw the light in the middle of the war.

A chubby green orc baby who had crawled out of the bowels of a human woman who had been captured and raped during the conflict.

Yup, that’s him.

When he turned five, he was given his first sword. At ten, he waded into battle and took his first life.

Even for an Orc, having your first taste of live combat at ten years of age was early.

Ten years old Orcs were too young, weak, and small to be considered proper warriors.

The lives of most of the Orcs who have their first battle at the age of ten or earlier are scattered in the wind like leaves.

However, thanks to the battle doctrine devised by the Daemon King Gediguz, even young, ten-year-old Orcs were able to have a moderate survival rate on the battlefield.

And while “moderate” wasn’t good, it was good enough.

Fortunately for him and the Orc race, Bash did not die.

In his first year after he had his first taste of blood, he narrowly avoided death countless times.

In his second, he became a full-fledged warrior.

During his third, he became a first-class warrior.

In his fourth, he became one of the best warriors.

And finally, during his fifth year, he became the strongest warrior in the Orc Country.

The peak of Orcish strength.

Yes, he was the epitome of power. The perfect specimen of a fighter.

No matter how many opponents he faced, Bash always emerged victorious.

Any battlefield he was on became a storm of human, elf and dwarf guts. The ground was stained with their blood.

For more,

All he had to do was go to the breeding grounds and take one of the “servants” under his care It was that simple.

There was a priority system for the use of servants based on the individual’s achievements during the war, but Bash, the Hero, was an exception. He had a fast pass to rape town and could get on the ride whenever he wanted to. He would soon lose his virginity.

But if Bash went to the breeding grounds, his admirers, which included nearly every Orc in the nation, would come in droves.

They would come to bear witness to their Hero’s glorious mating ritual, to see the majesty of his hip thrusts, the force of his crotch geyser, the thickness of his…

There was no way a virgin like Bash could live of to their expectations. It was impossible for him to put on a performance like that.

The only thing that would happen is a primitive, faltering, clumsy, ridiculous and shameful attempt at breeding that was only seen in virgin orcs.

Yes, to lose one’s virginity in the Land of Orcs also meant to be exposed as a virgin.

Bash had to avoid that at all cost.

He couldn’t reveal himself, to expose his ego to such a terrible shame.

As a man, Bash was embarrassed. Unfortunately, Bash was more than a man – he was a Hero.

And there is only one Hero.

To be a Hero is to be proud.

To be a Hero is to be honorable.

If word got out that the Orc hero was a virgin, the pride of the Orc race as a whole would be wounded beyond repair.

The fact that Bash was a virgin had to be hidden for the rest of his life.

On the other hand, he had no intention of remaining a virgin for the rest of his existence.

Bash was a still a relatively young orc.

He had a strong desire to push a woman down, unleash his animal desires into her loins, pour his seed into her womb and impregnate her with a child.

For more,

But now, he’s 28 years old.

He had turned 28 this year.

If he remained a virgin for two more years, he would become a wizard. He would be able to harness the sheer forces of nature with the strength of his virginity.

Yes, a literal wizard. Orcs could use innately magic without special training. Though, there was caveat – only 30 year old virgin orcs would be able to gain this power.

Orc Mages were a valuable asset.

For the Orcish race, most of whom are warriors, having individuals who are able to use magic is an invaluable boon.

They were raised in isolation in a special environment, separated from all sources of females. When their 30 long years of chastity came to an end, they gain the ability use magic and a crest materializes on their forehead.

The Orcs bearing the crest were respected throughout Orcish society.

It was a mark of honor, a scar that represented their 30 years of struggle and sacrifice in order to better serve their country.

But that only applied to Orc Mages.

It was said that it was a disgrace for an Orc Warrior, or soldier, to have this emblem.

As the old Orcish proverb went, “Orcish Magic Warriors are worthless garbage! Shit! Shameful!”

For Orcs, defeating a female soldier on the battlefield is synonymous with bringing her home and raping her.

Meaning that, an Orc Magic Warrior is a warrior who was so weak and cowardly that even though he has been on the field for more than a decade, he has never won a fight.

They were a disgrace.

For Bash to become a Magic Warrior was unthinkable. He would much rather die on the battlefield with his honor intact than expose himself to such shame.

Anyway, he had two years left until he reached that ripe old age of 30.

At that point, even if Bash didn’t vocally reveal his secret, everyone would find out anyways.

“Alright.”

And so, Bash made a decision.

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