Where am I?
Victor thought with a groggy mind, his world a blurry mess as the bright light assailed his eyes.
He instinctively tried to move his hands, only for the click-clack sound of metal to echo, his hands were restrained in chains. In panic, Victor tried to move around his body, barely moving the slightest twitch of muscle before the chains impaired his movement.
His arms, his legs, his neck were all completely bound!
Finally as his eyes adjusted to the light, his emerald-pupils dilated.
In front of him were a group of scantily-dressed women.
Skin-tone like the elves, willow waist and most especially those pair of large mountain peaks, complemented with the pair of supple, long legs and milky thighs, they didn't have the cute pointed ears that the usual elf have, though their beauty was at least comparable and even greater!
Victor went into a daze, his loins twitched from the mere sight of them, hung in the air with the cold metal chains pressing on his green skin, his body felt unusually hot.
These people reminded him of elves but not quite, at this time, Victor remembered the old legend told in his tribe.
Humans!
"What is this creature, senior sister?" One of the women looked at Victor with undisguised disgust reflecting in her eyes, especially seeing his large manhood twitching, causing a chill down her spine.
"I don't know either," The 'senior sister' calmly shrugged, "I summoned him using the lost technique of our ancestor and the crystal has been broken now, there is no way to summon another creature. However I do know that this creature has the highest Yang Energy."
"I see…"
All the women started to murmur among themselves, seeing the strange large wild creature before them.
Thin ragged clothes barely covered Victor's vital part but did little to conceal the contours of his large manhood.
As the heat gradually withered away from him, he eyed the group of women with a cold light flashing in his eyes. Victor felt challenged in his heart, as the best hunter in his tribe, this was the first time that he felt so vulnerable and weak.
His body trembled, struggling to break the chains that bound him, unfortunately even his strong body that was able to compete with a bear in raw-strength alone couldn't even budge the chains by the slightest. The humiliation he felt was palpable!
"It's trying to break free."
"Don't worry, no mortal ever can break from these chains," The 'senior sister' consoled her junior before she went directly up to Victor.
"Do you understand me… brute?"
"Roar!" Victor roared in anger, unbridled rage shimmering over his eyes.
"So you don't huh," She took out a steele, hidden underneath her sleeves and directly pressed it on his forehead. Victor tried to avoid it, unfortunately, all his efforts were futile by the chains that bound him.
The moment the steele touched his forehead, a green light flashed.
Victor felt a blurb of information enter his mind, causing his head to ache and reel, his eyes turned bloodshot.
A long, grueling ten minutes passed in agony, the green light finally perished but the pain didn't, his mind felt completely discombobulated. After an hour, his body went limp, completely supported by the chains.
The woman touched his chins and forced him to look at her, "Tell me, what is your name?"
Victor's parched lips trembled, he strangely could understand this woman now and even speak her dialect as if he was born with it, his pupils quivered, gradually going dazed, "My name is… Victor."
"Hmm, what are you?"
"An Orc."
"Victor, where did you live before?"
"The great forest."
"Do you know about Cultivation?"
"No."
"How did people in your world get stronger?"
"By growing up…"
The senior sister fired numerous questions and Victor only answered in a monotonous tone, almost completely unconscious throughout the whole process.
"Hmm, you truly are from a different world, it's astounding," Satisfied with all the answers, she finally let go of his chin, a smile creeping over her face.
Victor finally regained his senses, he turned toward the woman with a look of pure horror, he had never heard about such magic before, besides as an Orc, he should naturally be resistant to magic.
"Are you a grand sorceress?"
"A grand sorceress?" the 'senior sister' laughed in amusement, reeling back her head towards the ceiling, "I am merely a Qi-refining Cultivation."
"What do you want from me?"
"What do I want?" She repeated his question, looking at him while licking her rosy lips, "It is quite simple actually." Extending her palm forward, her long, exquisitive finger traced around the corner of his abs before it travelled to the core of his body, right at his navel.
"I want to drain your Yang energy."
"What?"
Victor barely could respond before he felt a terrifying suction, something was being drawn out of him. The little strength in his body was drained away in the blink of an eye.
She finally withdrew her palm, commenting lightly, "That was a good meal." For some reason, her cheeks felt more rosy than before.
"Senior Sister, can we drain his Yang Energy too?"
"You can."
Victor watched with a weary gaze as all of these women extended their palm and started to drain more of his energy, turn-by-turn.
The pain of his head being torn apart and now being literally drained sent his weary body to the brink of exhaustion. At the end, his strong body was left utterly and completely drained, his strong muscles wrinkled as if screaming in protest for even a drop of water.
"Senior sister, he might really die if this goes on… his Yang energy is so pure, we can't let him die like this…"
"You are right." She glanced at the greenish brute and became hesitant. 'He is the last creature that I have summoned. I can't let him die after just a mere use.' With reluctant movement, she shook her hand and a book materialised in her palm then she directly handed it to him.
"Read it Orc, this is your only chance for survival," She spoke coldly and turned towards her juniors with a smile, "Let's leave him for now."
"Yes." Everyone nodded their heads and silently left, following behind her.
Victor's lifeless pupils moved as he watched their backs leave, every twitch of a muscle felt like a chore, even as his weak fingers clenched around the book,his only lifeline, the anguish made him wish for his death.
But even with all of this, a fire burned in his eyes, a flame of vengeance. To those women who have utterly humiliated him and left him in such a sorry state, all he wants is revenge, to burn them to ashes, to destroy everything they hold dear, just like how they destroyed his pride!