I Wanted A Typical Fantasy Isekai, Not This!-Chapter 75: James’s Training Incentives…

A day passed, then two. After a third and fourth, James got very adept at having sex with Orc women.

He found that like Drow Elves, Orcs had special, sensitive areas that increased the amount of pleasure they felt.

James had known women who liked their nipples to be teased, but these Orcs were borderline pain sluts when it came to pinching and twisting the pink flesh.

Quite a few of them had piercings everywhere too. A lot of them just had ears and maybe their noses done, but some had big studs through each nipple. One Ascendancy Orc even had a sneaky little taint piercing.

James overachieved his estimations and was currently on his twentieth woman at the end of the fourth day.

Each time he opened a new door now, respect was in the eyes of the Orc women. They hadn’t believed him at first, but the thin walls had alerted them to the fact that James was very active in bed.

It was a shame though, he liked to take his time, and he felt sad after cumming only once, not getting the chance to fully corrupt— Ahem.. explore these women’s bodies.

After less than a week, James had completed the process of cumming inside thirty different women, well thirty-one. He couldn’t help himself from indulging in Bashi’s mature form.

He still couldn’t believe that such a powerful woman was under his control. Level 82 was close to the higher end of the spectrum. In fact, other than his aunt and mom, he had never seen another woman above level 80.

James shivered a little remembering his aunt’s terribly destructive power. He smiled after thinking about how he made such a woman cum on his dick.

The tensions with Orcs had almost completely disappeared apparently. Bashi informed him of how the cooperation was proceeding between Duskmoor and Minthra.

While the joint army hadn’t captured the raiders, they had quickly eliminated a large chunk of their forces.

Something about it was strange though, once the raiders were at the obvious disadvantage, they kept antagonizing both sides.

Usually groups like that would disperse after being so thoroughly felt with. But for some reason, the raiders kept up their antics.

There was more discontent about the southern borders as well. More and more scouts from the Unclaimed Land were being spotted frequently.

There were whispers of unruly activity in the Elven kingdom, even more rumors about Ravenstar were passed across the Black Sea. It was only the barest hint of unrest though.

Neither the Elves nor the Beastkin had been openly hostile like the Orcs were, so peace was maintained for the time being.

As James watched the Orc women leave with happy smiles and thankful words, he thought about his situation. Bashi left with them, her role as a servant, not a slave, allowed her to keep her position as an Emissary.

’Let’s start from the beginning.. first Diana supposedly commits suicide. Later, the witch cult attacks out in the open at the palace. They obviously wanted to kill the members of the royal family. Justine died that night, but my character sheet says she is alive. Bashi told me that the Orc Empress was almost assassinated.. is the witch cult behind everything? Are they planning something again like they did a thousand years ago? God damn it man.. what am I supposed to do.. I’m just one man..’

James’s sour mood persisted for a while until he just sighed and let the matter drop.

’Whatever happens, there’s no use in worrying about it this very moment when I can’t do anything. I need to focus on getting stronger and getting my friends and family stronger. That’s the only way we can prepare right now; I refuse to be an animal waiting to be led to the slaughterhouse.’

James’s conviction came from deep within, he was going to be a father in a year, and he’d be damned if he let some cult bitches fuck with his new life.

Now that he thought about ways to increase his personal and family’s strength, an idea came to him.

He turned to his ever-present servants and asked, "Can one of you girls get Susan to gather the soldiers?"

Emily and nodded and Veronica replied, "How many? Do you want to see the off duty one’s?"

James shook his head.

"No, tell her to gather every single one. She doesn’t have to pull the ones back from guarding cities like Skythorn, but I want to address as many as possible."

Emily dashed off and left Veronica to guard James.

Another idea struck him, and he returned to his room.

Sitting at his desk, James began to pen a few letters. He handed them to Veronica solemnly and told her who to send them to.

It took most of the day to gather the Cromwell family army. His sisters had heard about the it and asked what was going on, but James just told them to wait. They would hear his declaration at the same time everyone else did.

James stood on dais in normal clothes. His white collared shirt and black pants held up by suspenders. He thought about dressing more formally, but when he remembered how girly male formal clothing was, he decided his regular outfit would do.

There was a mass of people below his perch. James had his sisters behind him and waited for Susan’s signal.

It came swiftly and he heard her bellow out the first part of his family’s motto.

"Take Up Your Arms!"

"SAFEGAURD THE LIGHT!

The roar back was earthshaking, and it made James’s blood pump. It reminded him of when his squad in the army had high morale before they stopped feeding into the bigwig’s bullshit.

Nevertheless, James felt a sudden surge of energy and enthusiasm as Susan announced him to the soldiers.

"AT-TEN-TION!"

A crisp smack of arms to sides and a deep thud echoed as the soldiers stood tall and proud at the command.

"Presenting his highness, Prince James Cromwell!"

The only sound after she spoke was feet moving to turn Susan’s body around. She stood at attention like the rest and stared upwards as James walked forward.

James knew he was a prince; he even started to accept his high standing somewhat as a person with royal blood.

But when he looked out at the sea of people, he screamed internally.

’Holy shit! I can command this many people on a whim!? What the fuck!’

They were in the back of the estate’s grounds, James was overlooking the women from a platform inside the castle. The women stood in the open area between the barracks and the castle; it was the only place large enough to fit so many people.

Ranks upon ranks of soldiers waited for him to speak.

’There must be twenty-five hundred soldiers! That’s like an entire modern military brigade... holy shiittt..’

James steeled himself and cleared his throat.

He held the stone his sister handed to him earlier, it was enchanting with some sort of sound enhancement engraving.

"Thank you for joining me here today, brave soldiers of Cromwell. I’m sure you have all heard of the attack on the palace. I’m also sure that you know that it was conducted by the resurgence of a certain cult."

James paused to let his words sink in, he wanted to convey how serious this matter was.

"I do not wish to stand idle in the face of such a threat and neither should you! Something is stirring in darkness of night, and we need to take action now." James paused again and felt the energy in the air as the women bit on his words. As an afterthought he said, "At ease."

The women relaxed slightly and waited for him to continue.

"Starting today, all soldiers within the active standing army will receive a ten percent pay increase. Every soldier who gains a level will receive an extra 10 gold coins. Every soldier who gains a skill level in a combat or medical skill will receive an extra two gold coins. This is a flat rate for everyone, so no bitching if private so and so goes from level three to four, while you had to go from ten to eleven."

Excited whispers broke out and James smiled.

"The top five women who improve themselves the most will receive a more.. ’intimate’ reward from me."

The women were practically feverish now and he could see the want in their faces to leave the formation to go train immediately.

"You might think that unfair if you’re already a high level."

A lot of the older soldiers nodded in agreement, James knew how people worked. One prize wouldn’t necessarily entice the whole group.

"Rest assured, I’ll compensate you accordingly. There will be two tiers of soldiers, everyone above level 40 will have a chance to compete with each other. This means that I’ll give out my ’intimate’ reward to five lower-level soldiers and five high level ones."

A few cheers went up at this and now James could see the fire in everyone’s face.

"This will all be calculated over the course of a year, so you have plenty of time to squeeze our coffers dry."

A hearty chuckle sounded out at this.

"Thank you serving and continuing to serve with honor and integrity. Train hard and strive for greatness! I’m counting on you!"

A cheer of determination echoed back at him, and he turned to the woman in charge of these soldiers.

"Alright, I’m done Susan. They’re all yours, make sure to whip them into shape."

Susan saluted with a sly smile and spun on her heel.

"AT-TEN-TION!"

Somehow, the noise was even crisper than the first time, James saw his family’s soldiers stick out their chest proudly.

"ALRIGHT YOU SORRY MAGGOTS! YOU HEARD HIM, GET TO WORK! FALL OUT!"

Susan roared her command, and the soldiers obeyed, a tide of black and gold surged like an undulating sea of shadow. Women were frantic in their mad dash to hurry up and start improving themselves. It seemed like James thought of some pretty good incentives.

His smile was wide, and he turned to look at his sisters.

His smile fell when he noticed the vein bulging in Madeline’s forehead.

Her voice was dripping with venom.

"Dear brother.. do you know how much gold we are about to lose? After I just got the accounting books settled last week!? You go and do this!?"

Madeline was practically screaming at the end and tore at her hair.

She then slumped and looked pitiful, turning to walk away like a zombie.

James scratched the back of his head a little and coughed.

’Well... maybe I should’ve run the gold part by her first..’