Lewd Dungeon Master: This Orc Is Too Damn OP!-Chapter 192: The Naga Appearance

Flauros’s dungeon door opened.

Belial’s monster army began entering very slowly while checking for traps. Meri was buried in Tentacle Drasil’s roots, extending tentacle branches connected through the portal to watch the battle situation closely.

’Stay calm.’

The enemy was extremely calm. Since they were essentially facing unknown enemies, they had to be careful, and such calmness drove the opposing side crazy.

’They definitely attacked but are blocking all vision.’

Swish!

Another tentacle strand was just cut. The tentacle that had poked its head from the ceiling ended with an arrow flying at the last moment. Meri was shocked but steeled herself.

’Let’s stay calm too. Enemy identification hasn’t been done yet, but they haven’t noticed either.’

Ceiling tentacles were intercepted. But wall and floor tentacles weren’t discovered yet. The ceiling blatantly stuck out heads, but wall and floor ones were cunningly embedded.

"Flauros, prepare to intercept."

"Yes, Mage."

Flauros stood up awkwardly and ignited flames on his head. Flauros’s dungeon had no special traps, so frontal power struggle in the cavity was important.

Crackle, crackle.

Leopard beastmen positioned widely in the cavity. The portal was installed in their nest, and their mission was a breakwater preventing uprising.

"I’ll definitely block them. Even if I die."

In other words, the moment it was breached, Flauros’s name and species itself would disappear. Though there was a way to revive through magic stones if he died, failing the mission once would get him dragged straight to Gremory’s farm.

Creeeak.

The iron door entering the cavity opened. Meri gulped and raised tentacle branches to greet the enemy.

"Welcome, Duke Flauros."

The old man at the front spread both arms and greeted Flauros. At the polite old man’s action, Flauros watched him with utmost wariness. Meri could also indirectly feel his magic power through tentacles.

"I am Dantalian, Seere, Decarabia, and now Belial. Collecting names is my hobby."

"...You bastard." 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

"Portals wouldn’t open from rank 67 to 65. So I came to greet your dungeon. And the reason I came is only one."

The old man swept his face with his hand. He became a blonde, blue-eyed beauty, then swept his face again and this time only a star shape remained. Then sweeping once more, this time he became a kind-eyed handsome youth.

"You bastard, that’s...?!"

"My ability. Hehe, then now...."

The youth, Belial, snapped his fingers.

"I’ll take your name, Flauros."

"You arrogant bastard. Perfect timing when I’m already pissed."

Flauros shouted in fiery anger.

"You’ll take my name? I’ll take your balls!!"

"...Castrated?"

Kyaaaah!!

Flauros first leaped at the enemy. Meri was angry at Flauros’s sudden start but also understood on one hand.

Divine power.

Vitality, virility—having lost that power, Flauros’s value in the sex army dropped by half. For him whose lower half flew off from Amdusias’s back hoof kick, combat power was now the only way to prove his existence value.

’But suddenly rushing out alone like that is problematic.’

The enemy was creepily calm, and allies hadn’t finished identifying the enemy. Before restraining Flauros, Meri first examined the enemy’s faces.

Goblins, orcs, slimes, harpies.

Meri got chills at the force composition made of low-grade monsters resembling someone. Did they really succeed at uprising against higher dungeon beings with those forces?

"Heh."

Belial smiled and withdrew back. And Meri gulped at two beings emerging from behind.

’What?’

Two monsters appeared with snake lower bodies and woman upper bodies. One held a spear as long as her body, and one held a giant bow. Both were beautiful women, but fish traces remained in places on their bodies.

’Is it possible?’

Either way, let’s capture first then judge. Meri gulped and watched the mermaids’ (fish-people’s?) movements closely.

’Huge breasts.’

Both fish-people’s breasts were amazingly large. Comparable to herself.

***

"Naga?"

"Yes?"

"No, I don’t mean leave."

Moving from the watchtower to the central plaza, I summoned Shaitan based on information transmitted through Meri. Shaitan, who’d been handling supply and troop movement in the rear, transmitted information about the species Meri saw to me through the system.

"They appear to be a Lamia subspecies. Like Andras species, they seem to be variants, but the official name is Naga species as you said."

"...It’s getting increasingly strange."

"What is?"

"Just, I keep feeling like déjà vu."

According to Goddess Church doctrine that Guinevere spreads, this world’s creator is the Goddess. Solomon was described as a demon-like existence opposing her. The world’s creator and father of all monsters.

’Both are insane.’

There were too many parts requiring reasonable doubt to call it coincidence. At this rate, won’t some dead elf come back to life and split the legion’s symbol in half?

"Lick, what’s wrong?"

Lune licked my member using a brief break and asked from below. I stroked Lune’s head with trembling hands.

"I absolutely won’t kill you."

"You mean loving me to death?"

"That’s always true. Good, I’ll correct. I’ll make it so there’s no need for Bond Summon. Hngh."

I pulled my member from Lune’s mouth. Then Eila next to me naturally took my member in her mouth.

"Huuuh."

I thickly shot once into Eila’s mouth. Eila used oral service techniques learned from Shaitan to suck my semen even from the urethra. Sticky white liquid on her red tongue gulped down past Eila’s throat.

"Phew, thank you. My throat was parched."

"Right. Is your throat better now? Next time, we absolutely won’t use such tactics."

"I’m fine though."

"I’m not fine."

Leading cavalry as rider underground was good, but she got covered in too much dust in the process. Eila lightly showered at the fountain and washed her esophagus with my semen. She didn’t even dry the moisture on her stockings, leaving her whole body damp, but this was also not bad in its own way.

[Master, Belial’s army clashed with Flauros’s force. The situation is evenly matched...not quite, Flauros’s force is gradually being pushed back.]

"Really? How?"

[Belial is directly commanding and moving soldiers one by one. Two nagas at the front have the upper hand against leopard beastmen. Because they’re...spraying water.]

"Aha."

Like pouring cold water while burning cools the heat, Flauros couldn’t match nagas elementally. Still barely holding at about 4:6, 3:7 power ratio was because Flauros was also doing his utmost.

Existence value. Having lost his seed, he couldn’t have sex.

Tribe survival. Like needing rebuilding if the entrance was breached, the Flame Pantera tribe would be disposed of by my hand.

And his sister. She, the only Flare Pantera female, would become my plaything or other orcs’ plaything.

’That’s what he’s imagining.’

[If he dies once, Master can summon him with Bond Summon. Then the necrotic part will revive too. Bond Summon reconstructs the body to the target’s prime state.]

"Since being low-level can’t be prime, the state right before death is 100% confirmed as prime, right? Got it. Then Shaitan, properly collect adventurers’ corpses and assign work to Rastujad. As soon as they’re changed to magic stones, feed them to Hases and Rastujad."

[Won’t you replenish cavalry?]

"This is enough. From riders to mounts to weapons, everyone’s busy fucking now. They can do the second charge soon."

They got aroused from my drumming and situation and came once, so no problem charging again now. Whether orcs, Andras, unicorns, or Worwolves, they all had such good stamina that when I designated 30 minutes, they did power mating for 20 minutes and took 10 minutes rest. I felt quite good seeing everyone thoroughly separate public and private.

"Legion Commander, please order one more charge."

"Legion Commander. This time I’ll skewer two each. So please."

Andras and orcs who’d resolved one desire wanted to do it once more. I examined the enemy camp and checked the mounts’ condition.

Snort.

About ten Worwolves seemed quite dissatisfied. Ten Worwolves who couldn’t mount unicorns because pairs didn’t match seemed like they’d go crazy and thrust the backs of orcs riding above if they went like this.

"Next time need to match cavalry pairs. Shaitan! I’m sending 10 Worwolves to the rear. Ask Avalon’s fairies for cleanup."

[Worwolves.... Understood. I’ll control them well so they don’t get injured.]

"You heard, you little wolves? Don’t hurt them carelessly. They’re humans."

Kyauuuu--!!

Worwolves were even happier about facing fairies. The 10 pairs of rider orcs and Andras were suddenly excluded from cavalry, but they’d also been inwardly concerned about Worwolf partners who couldn’t resolve alone and struggled for 30 minutes in rodeo.

"Then now wave 2, prepare to charge...."

I gave the cavalry a standby order at Tristan’s messenger running from afar. While I moved to the plaza, watchtower scouting was Tristan’s role.

"What’s happening?"

"Report to Defense Commander Eila and Legion Commander. Currently enemies are coming down to the east gate. Lady Andras’s harpy squad is restraining them from the air and slowing speed."

"What?"

Of all things, the east gate. I expressed condolences for the adventurers’ choice.

"Hehe, tell them to come as much as they want. Ras Vegas is on a different level than last time."

I confidently lifted Eila. In the middle of the city plaza, while the defense force ran around busily, me having sex with Eila, the defense commander, could be a major strategic loss.

"M-Master, I haven’t given orders yet...!"

"You give orders. I’ll cheer the legion from behind. Hehe, drumming doesn’t require actually beating drums, does it?"

Thunk!

I lifted Eila’s skirt and tore the back of her stockings. Eila grimaced with hands on the desk spread in the plaza.

"M-Master! Won’t everyone see this?!"

"What. Everyone’s busy fighting. Right?"

I pushed my member into Eila’s front at a clever angle. The member burrowing under stockings entered precisely into Eila’s crack. Not wearing panties under pantyhose—the sex army’s desirable culture.

"I’m doing my role, see? Area buff."

Boom--!!

I grabbed Eila’s pelvis and bounced my hips strongly. As Eila’s body shook greatly, the sound of my pubic bone and Eila’s buttocks clashing rang loudly.

"Haaak!"

Vrrrmm!!

With Eila’s moaning scream, my tattoo emitted red light and began gently spreading. Eila turned her head to glare at me and grimaced.

"My, my dignified princess knight image...!"

"Princess knights being violated in plazas is the rule, Eila."

Not stripping her naked was my last conscience. I mounted Eila’s back and kept thrusting my member.

Thud, thud-thud, thud-thud-thud!!

"Legion of Wrath, let power surge! Kraaah!!"

"Tr-Tristan squad to the east, huugh! Arthur and Gareth, khk, skirmish, haak...!"

Eila gave orders while coming. Orders were swift and accurate except for almost biting her tongue while being penetrated, and Ras Vegas defense forces quickly redeployed against the adventurer group moving east.

"All done?"

"Y-yes!"

"Then cheer with sex right away! Lune, help from below!"

I made Eila prostrate on the desk and pounded from behind, and Lune crawled under Eila’s belly and gently rolled her clitoris with her tongue.

"Ah, haaaak!!"

Was it my imagination that red tattoo energy spread farther with Eila’s moans? I was confident of victory and gave Eila mission success rewards in real-time.