What the...FUCK?!!!

Virelle stepped into her new home, Cassy guiding her just a few steps ahead.

The first thing she noticed was the open courtyard that welcomed them right past the entrance—a soft, earthy space lined with vibrant flowers and leafy plants forming a living border. 

At the center stood a simple well, complete with a wooden bucket-pulley system. It looked rustic, but sturdy. Functional. Peaceful, even.

She followed Cassy through the corridor, her eyes scanning the layout. The house had three ground-floor rooms, one bathroom inside, and another one located outside near the yard. 

A small coop stood quietly in the corner, clearly meant for chickens or ducks. Feathers still fluttered faintly from the last occupants, caught on the wind.

Further back, Virelle spotted another structure—a stable. Empty for now, but large enough to house something far bigger than livestock. Orcs rode massive wolves, after all. 

She walked through a narrow passage into the backyard and paused.

'The rear side is even larger…'

The backyard was nearly double the front, shaded by tall, sturdy trees along the edges. They swayed gently in the breeze, funneling cool air throughout the compound. At the far corner, she saw a broader, reinforced stable—maybe once meant for war beasts or heavy-duty transport.

Then her eyes fell on a modest, square structure built of mud and supported by waist-high walls and four big bamboos. Open from all four sides, it held a fire pit and stone-based cooking setup.

It was the kitchen.

There was no gas, no electricity here—only wood, fire, and iron pots. Still, it was neat. Simple. Effective. Her inherited memories from the "old Virelle" filled in the rest.

Returning inside, she climbed to the upper floor.

Two larger rooms greeted her there—both furnished with basic wooden beds, small tables, and thick mattresses. Modest by noble standards… but in this world, this was luxury. Especially for a human. There were two bathrooms total—one large, one smaller. 

She kept climbing until she reached the terrace.

There, nestled beneath a thatched hay roof, was another stand-alone room—spacious, private, perfect for a master bedroom. Stepping onto the open terrace, she finally saw it:

The village.

Her eyes widened.

The Iron Wolf Orc village sprawled out in all directions—massive in scope, dotted with stone towers, bone archways, and fortified watchposts. 

Smoke curled from tall chimneys. She could hear the faint clash of metal and distant war cries echoing from a training ground far off.

"…It's huge," she muttered, more to herself.

A voice answered from behind.

"It's not actually that big," Cassy said, stepping beside her. "This is just one of the smaller villages. There are others, much larger… many of them rivals the human capital of the Dragonheart Kingdom."

Virelle turned and blinked.

Cassy stood shoulder to shoulder with her—or rather, a little below. She was shorter, her head level with Virelle's eyes. A small detail, but somehow… it made Virelle feel just a bit taller in this world.

"But why call it a village when it's so large?" Virelle asked, puzzled.

Cassy gave a small shrug. "It's just how our language works. You humans call things cities, towns, and villages. We orcs call them small villages and big villages. Doesn't matter the size—it's the people that define it."

'That… felt oddly poetic.'

Virelle tilted her head. "Still, this place is massive for one person."

Cassy nodded. " Well, it was meant for six people after all."

Virelle remained quiet, letting her gaze wander again across the view.

Her thoughts, however, weren't on the architecture.

They were on Cassy.

This woman, who looked every bit like a soft, nurturing mother, didn't act like a maid. Her tone wasn't submissive. She didn't speak with the deference of a servant. 

No, she spoke with the confidence of an equal—of a woman who had chosen her role, not been assigned to it.

Virelle understood what that meant now.

Being served by another woman in this matriarchal world wasn't a sign of power over someone.

It was a mark of value.

Especially when the payment was her seed.

Cassy wasn't some helpless maid. She was an opportunist—smart, maybe even dangerous—who had taken the chance to rise in her own way. 

After all, getting pregnant by a futa seemed to elevate a woman's standing in this world. She'd seen it in Melinda's desperation the night before.

A daughter from a breeder meant something. Power. Status. Legacy.

And Melinda—strong as she was—still saw value in submitting to her.

'How strong is Melinda really?' Virelle wondered.

Stronger than her, no doubt. But how much stronger?

'Oh, right… I forgot I had that.'

As Virelle leaned against the terrace railing, her mind finally settled enough to catch up with her own functions.

The chaos of last night. Melinda. The new house. Cassy.

Everything had swept her up, and she hadn't even taken a moment to explore the rest of her abilities.

'Didn't I have an appraisal function too?'

She blinked and focused, pulling on the instinct embedded deep within her new body. The thought alone was enough.

A crisp, translucent window snapped open in front of her, glowing faintly with blue HUD. Showing her Cassy's status.

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[Status]

Name: Cassy Redmire

Age: 33

Race: Orc-Human Hybrid

Gender: Female

Level: 15 (98%)

HP (Health Points): 98%

PS (Physical Stamina): 95%

MP (Mana Points): 99%

MS (Mental Stamina): 98%

Stats: [D Rank]

• Strength: 70

• Agility: 75

• Endurance: 120

• Intelligence: 115

• Willpower: 118

Skills:

• Cooking — Lv.7

• Cleaning — Lv.8

• Close Combat — Lv.9

• Wolf Riding — Lv.15

• Fiery Punch — Lv.18

Spells:

• Fiery Impact — Lv.12

• Fire Ball — Lv.15

• Fire Bullet — Lv.16

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Virelle's jaw nearly dropped.

'What… the hell…?'

She blinked, reading the panel again. Then again.

Those numbers—those stats.

'Seventy strength? A hundred and twenty endurance? A hundred and fifteen intelligence?! What the actual hell is this WOMAN?!'

She kept her face neutral, but her insides were flipping like a panicked squirrel.

Cassy—the Straight-spoken, nurturing "servant"—was a monster in stats. A full-blown warrior in disguise. Her rank was D, which she doesn't know about what that meant, but her stat spread was terrifying and already breaching triple digits.

In comparison…

Virelle didn't even want to check her own numbers right now.

'I am… so fucking weak.'

The words echoed inside her head like a hammer on a cathedral bell.

Sure, she had power. A system. A thing between her legs that was making this world tremble one woman at a time. But stats? Level? Experience?

She had nothing compared to this woman casually standing beside her, gazing at the village like it was just another evening.

Still… Virelle smirked internally, regaining her mental footing.

'It's not like being stronger than me means they're above me. I'll just make them submit the old-fashioned way—in bed.'

A faint giggle nearly escaped her lips, but she held it in.

To her, domination didn't come from stats—it came from presence. From rhythm. From confidence. If she could tame Melinda(Which she didn't), she could tame anyone.

But… was that true?

Would it always work like that? Could every strong woman be broken with enough pressure and pleasure?

She didn't know. Not yet. Neither did Cassy. Not even this world seemed to know.

But what was certain—undeniably certain—was that the road ahead was no fairy tale.

It was dangerous.

Seductive.

And filled with power that could crush her—or become hers to command.

Virelle's grip on the railing tightened, a slow smile playing on her lips.

"Let's see how far this futa can go."

The wind stirred her hair as her system pulsed gently in her mind.