An Unconventional Arrangement: When Mother Meets Orc Chief

As I sat by the fire, sharpening my hunting knife, my mind couldn't help but drift to my mother's upcoming three-year anniversary of being unmarried in this strange world. It was a cause for concern, not just because of the social stigma that came with it, but because after that, she would no longer be able to remain unmarried.

"Mom, I've been thinking," I said, trying to sound casual as I glanced over at her. She was sitting a few feet away, mending a torn shirt.

"Oh, here we go," she said, rolling her eyes playfully. "What is it this time, dear son? Are you worried that I'll turn into a spinster?"

I frowned. "It's not a joke, Mom. You know that after three years, you'll have to get married, whether you like it or not."

She sighed. "I know, I know. But I can take care of myself, don't you worry about that."

I took a deep breath. "I might have found a potential suitor for you."

She raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Do tell."

I shifted nervously. "He's an orc chief. He's two meters tall and quite big."

She burst out laughing. "An orc chief? You've got to be kidding me. Is this some kind of joke?"

I shook my head. "No, I'm serious. He's the most ideal husband for you. He can protect you and provide for you."

She raised an eyebrow. "And let me guess, he has a huge 30 cm cock too?"

I blushed. "Well, I heard that he's well-endowed."

She shook her head, still smiling. "You have terrible taste in men, dear son. But I'm intrigued. Do you think he finds me attractive?"

I nodded. "Of course, he will. You're still young and have good curves."

She playfully insulted me. "You're objectifying me, dear son. But I'm flattered."

I grinned. "So, what do you say? Want to meet him?"

She nodded. "But on one condition. I get to do the proposing."

I raised an eyebrow. "Really? You're sure?"

She nodded. "Yes, I'm sure. Let's go to the orc camp and meet this chief of yours."

As we walked through the forest, I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. I knew that this was an unconventional match, but I also knew that my mother was a strong, controlling, and direct woman. If anyone could handle an orc chief, it was her.

"You know, dear son," she said, breaking the silence. "You don't have much experience with women, do you?"

I blushed. "What are you talking about, Mom?"

She chuckled. "I'm just saying, you're a handsome young man. You should start thinking about settling down."

I rolled my eyes. "Thanks for the advice, Mom. But I'm not ready yet."

She shrugged. "Suit yourself. But just remember, you're not getting any younger."

I snorted. "Neither are you, Mom."

She laughed. "Oh, I can still outrun you any day."

We finally arrived at the orc camp, and the orc chief came out to greet us. He was even bigger than I had imagined, with thick, muscular arms and a fierce expression.

"Greetings, human woman," he said, bowing slightly. "I have heard much about you."

My mother took a deep breath and proposed to him, much to my surprise. "Greetings, orc chief. I have come to propose to you. Will you marry me?"

The orc chief looked taken aback but quickly regained his composure. "I accept your proposal, human woman. We shall be married."

My mother and the orc chief shook hands, sealing the deal. I couldn't believe what I had just witnessed. My mother, the strong, controlling, and direct woman, had just proposed to an orc chief. It was an unconventional match, but I knew that they would be happy together.