"Master, ten minutes are up."

"Tch."

"Hmph."

Setting aside how to handle Hagenti’s name for the moment. While we’d been having our productive debate, ten minutes had passed, so we needed to hear the Minotaurs’ verdict first. What conclusion had they reached?

"Who wants to speak first?"

"I have a question for the Legion Commander."

One Minotaur hesitantly raised his hand. He glanced around at the others before asking me.

"If we mount humans, can we eventually do it with elves too?"

"Hmm...."

I couldn’t answer that one right away. Mounting humans didn’t automatically lead to mounting elves. That depended on whether any of the Cookies and Cream elves actually wanted to do it with a Minotaur, so I couldn’t just write a blank check and give a flat yes.

"That, I can’t say. Our legion stands for free and unrestricted intercourse. When a man and woman’s hearts align, we bless that act."

"What are you saying right now?"

"I’m saying that if you can’t make the elves want to do it with you, then I can’t force them to do it with you either."

Out of respect for free will, the Cookies and Cream elves had split themselves into Cream and Cookie groups and chosen to serve the legion in their own positions. They were different from your standard monsters.

"That’s absurd!"

Naturally, the Minotaurs didn’t grasp my subtle distinction.

"You are the dungeon’s master, the legion’s master! All you need to do is give the order!"

"Granting the elves permission to refuse what they don’t want is also a choice I can make precisely because I’m their master. If there happens to be a Cookie elf among them who wants to be ravaged by Minotaurs, I’ll happily applaud her. But...."

The Cookie elves who’d been busily hauling cargo all simultaneously grimaced and made their refusal clear. They seemed curious about the massive members, but inserting one would split their crotches wide open.

"If they don’t want it, it’s not happening."

’Yeah, too big really is too big.’

Orcs are the perfect match for elves. Elf-Orc, baby.

"Unfortunately, the elves don’t seem particularly drawn to you all just yet."

"...Then kill us! If I have to mount humans without ever getting an elf, I’d rather die!"

"Oh yeah?"

I raised my hand. The Cookie elves who had been laughing playfully just moments ago drew their bowstrings in an instant.

"Fire."

Whoosh!!

The Cookie elves’ arrows pierced through the Minotaur’s wrists and ankles. With his tendons severed in an instant, he toppled forward just like Hagenti had.

"Khh, khhk...!"

"In your next life, I hope you get to do it with an elf. Lime, take him away."

At my command, Lime and the slime dragons hoisted the Minotaur’s body up and vanished from sight.

"Wh, what are you doing?!"

"Eating."

A slime dragon yawned its mouth wide and bit down on the Minotaur’s head. The Minotaurs’ gazes immediately snapped back.

’Letting the slimes eat them is the most efficient way to grind experience.’

He’d asked to be killed, so killed he’d be, but if Lune or Luna shot him down with arrows, the level gap would mean wasted experience. Better he became a meal for the slime corps.

"Ahem, just to be clear, you have three options. Leave, live in our legion, or die just like that guy."

I’d even demonstrated how the dying part went. The rest was up to the Minotaurs’ choice.

"I have one last question."

"Sure. ...Hm, what is it?"

The one who’d stepped forward to ask me was one of the Minotaurs Hagenti had ordered to perform a public masturbation show. He pointed at his own crotch.

"Is the order to mount humans an order to kill them?"

"Hm? Why?"

"Because mine is too big. It won’t fit in a human. It absolutely will not fit."

"..."

His logical argument left me momentarily speechless. Insertion by a Minotaur would carry pain on par with fisting. Whether they mounted an elf or a human, both would suffer the same kind of injury.

’Should I just show them a Harpy Aello directly? Honestly, those are the only partners they’d have anyway.’

Three-meter-tall male and female demons. For the Minotaurs to take to a Harpy Aello rather than an elf without hesitation, they first had to drop their preconceptions.

’In our legion, no species pairing is impossible.’

I’d brought up mounting humans to gauge whether they had that level of resolve. The Minotaurs’ main Ras duty would be to partner with the Harpy Aellos, but among humans, there might also be someone who’d want to do it with a Minotaur.

’But if I show them now, I won’t be able to filter out the genuinely committed ones.’

I needed warriors who would shoulder the stigma of being human-mounters and step forward voluntarily.

"...You make a fair point. Humans, especially yours, may indeed be unable to take it."

This was a fundamental issue rooted in physical differences, before you even got to questions of possibility.

"But there are humans trained for that sort of thing. Some of the humans in our legion have already taken on countless men. Goblins, orcs, slimes, an Andras, Worwolves, camels, tentacle trees, even a futanari Dullahan. There’s a saying. Impossible is nothing."

If such a person existed, you could rightly call her a beast of possibility.

’Among the fairies, there’s surely one too.’

"Don’t underestimate humans. On the bed, they too are warriors."

"Khhng...."

I might die if I do it, so I can’t. That kind of assumption didn’t fly in our legion.

"Shaitan, is there a way?"

"Among holy magics, there’s a muscle relaxation spell. The pain might increase a bit, but it’s a holy spell that returns the body to its original state after the act, no matter how massive the member that entered."

"There you have it."

"Oh, then can’t we just convert that pain into pleasure?"

"That’s our Lune. Smart girl."

The Minotaur who’d tried to defy the fate of mounting humans had his logic perfectly dismantled.

"Have any of you done it with a human? No, right? I’ve eaten both human and elf, so let me testify. There’s not much difference between the two."

There were actually differences. No, plenty. Like how an elf’s rear isn’t a digestive organ but rather a reproductive one, basically a second vagina, and other minor distinctions.

"You don’t mean...."

Of course, those distinctions were something they’d discover through firsthand experience, and the Minotaurs were more shocked by the simple fact that I’d ’done it.’

"Yes. I did it. With a human. In fact, my first time was with a human. So what’ll it be? The dungeon’s master, the Legion Commander himself, is a human-mounter. And you still want to join our legion just for one chance with an elf? No guarantees."

A long silence settled over the Minotaurs. I was wondering if they’d need another long deliberation, but thankfully, one of them spoke up right away.

"Will the Legion Commander... use us the way Hagenti did?"

"That depends on you."

The Minotaurs’ faces stiffened at my words. I quickly nudged Hagenti’s corpse with my foot and added.

"If you act like Hagenti did, I’ll treat you the same way. But if you fulfill your duties as members of the Legion of Wrath, I promise there will be no disgrace like what Hagenti put you through. As Legion Commander, I give you my word. And...."

A few of them started to actually listen.

"If any of our elves expresses a desire to do it with a Minotaur, I won’t stop them. In fact, I’ll actively encourage it. If you prove yourselves in the legion, the elves will start to see things differently. Hey, you guys, shouldn’t you do it with an elf at least once before you die? Minotaurs and elves, that’s actually not bad. If I’m reborn, I’d want to come back as a Minotaur myself. I’d be way bigger than I am now. Hahaha!"

"Master, you seem to be having some pretty lewd thoughts there."

"You’re definitely not talking about height. Are you?"

"...I’ll neither confirm nor deny."

I let my imagination run wild. A bull-headed giant worried about hurting his partner because his thing was too big, and a tiny elf desperately trying to fit it in for the one she loved. Just thinking about it was dizzying.

’And if they sow seeds and lay eggs....’

If an elf and a Minotaur shared affection and produced an elf, wouldn’t that elf become a dairy elf...?

’I’ll create a new species myself.’

A latte elf, the fusion of Minotaur and elf. With species traits like Luna’s....

"Alright. Cookie or Cream, I’ll absolutely make at least one elf fall for a Minotaur. Milk is the truth of Cookies and Cream."

"I have no idea what nonsense you’re spouting, but do you really think elves will fall for them that easily?"

"Yeah."

Based on my experience so far, even though elves aren’t exactly sexually liberal, they are an exceptionally curious species when it comes to interest.

"Why do you think interspecies relations are taboo for them?"

It’s because they fall and become infatuated so easily that the taboo was put in place to keep them from even approaching. Approaching what? Men.

"There’s a reason there were no men in the forest, you know."

If there’s a seed of discord, just nip it in the bud. Like the relationship between Lune, Luna, and me, once an elf gets intoxicated by a man, her feelings deepen as far as they possibly can. That seemed to be a species trait of the elves.

’For now, they’re all stuck on the orc well.’

After becoming Cookies and Cream elves, they’d all gotten a taste of orc, but given enough time, the elves would seek out new men. Just as each elf has her own distinct flavor, the elves themselves would venture out to try this species and that species in search of new flavors.

"Living and clashing together in the dungeon, won’t an elf like that come along eventually? An elf who thinks, ’That Minotaur, I wonder what he’d be like in bed?’"

"I’m wondering what you’d be like if you turned into a Minotaur, Master!"

"Got it, Lune. Soon enough, we’ll look into a method for enlargement."

"Hehe."

Anyway, if the Minotaurs put in stellar work for our legion, their day in the sun would come eventually. I made my proposition to the Minotaurs head-on.

"If you want to do it with elves, join our legion and put in the woooork!"

To gain something, you have to give something up in return. For the Minotaurs to gain elves, they had to throw out the notions they’d carried with them all their lives.

"You think you can just declare you want elves out of nowhere? You haven’t even mounted a human yet, and you’re already trying to skip ahead and milk the sweet stuff with elves!"

It was a baseless tirade, but no one was joining our legion without the willingness to mount humans.

"I can’t wait any longer! It’s time to choose!" 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

I raised my hammer and forced the Minotaurs to decide. Several of them couldn’t get the words out easily, but one Minotaur, snorting through his nose at my pressure, leapt to his feet and shouted.

"Better to die at human hands than to mount one!"

"Death sentence!"

I swung my hammer and brought it down on the Minotaur’s head. No matter how impressive his stats were, to me, nearly level 90, he was just a slightly stronger and bigger monster.

"Khreugh...."

The Minotaur let out a mournful cry and toppled over. I retrieved my hammer, grabbed the Minotaur’s half-shattered horn, and flung him far away.

"Lime and the kids are gonna feast tonight. Next. You, what’s it gonna be?"

"..."

The Minotaur I’d singled out rolled his eyes around before getting to his feet. Unable to meet my gaze, he mumbled in a small whisper.

"...I’ll leave the dungeon."

"Oh yeah? Then go stand over by that passageway for now. Next, what about you?"

"I’m grateful for being spared. But I just can’t do it with a human."

"I see.... You stand over there on the opposite side, in front of the trap. Next?"

"S, so..."

"Can’t give a straight answer? I’m busy. Next."

I sorted the Minotaurs by having each one stand in one of two places. Aside from the six who couldn’t answer immediately, the rest were divided in half, standing dazed in front of the passageway and the trap.

There were three groups in total.

The passageway group, who’d refused with outright hostility.

The trap group, who wanted to join the legion but absolutely couldn’t bring themselves to mount humans.

And the ones who’d hesitated, watching how others were responding before answering. I drew the mark ★4 on the shoulders of those six dithering ones using my own blood.

"You six. I’ll give you one more chance. Will you swallow the disgrace of mounting humans and join our legion for the chance to maybe one day be with an elf, or will you leave our legion alongside those others?"

"...I’ll follow!"

One Minotaur straightened his back and shouted.

"If I can be with an elf, what wouldn’t I do!"

The Minotaur shouted his declaration and squeezed his eyes shut. The Minotaurs lined up to the side, the ones who’d chosen to leave the legion, looked at him as if he were a disgusting insect.

"Can you really do it with a human?"

"Of course! ...If that’s the test for joining the legion, I’ll do it right here and now! Bring me a human, my new master!"

The Minotaur was about to drop his pants. I quickly grabbed his wrist.

"Good. That’s the spirit. I can feel the ’sincerity’ in you."

A new human-mounter is always welcome.