Lewd Dungeon Master: This Orc Is Too Damn OP!-Chapter 194: Light Up the Darkness

Andras.

Since her harpy days, she had accepted other males and laid eggs, then accepted my essence and gave birth to Harpuia.

Though she’s mine, though the taste is quite unique after evolving to 5-star, as a believer in free love, I couldn’t grant what Andras wanted.

"She said she wanted to marry a handsome human man. Hehe, she’s got an eye for men."

The knight Gray was kicking his feet in midair, caught by Andras. She’d probably drop him at some two-story house now and devour him there.

"Master, are you okay with Andras doing it with another man?"

"Just because she’s getting married doesn’t mean I won’t eat her, so let her be."

She’d already been touched by another man anyway, and I didn’t have the luxury to care about Andras. Just the fact that someone who was merely a 1-star harpy became 5-star and could kidnap a knight like that moved me.

"It’s like raising a student and sending them to college. Hehe."

"You ate that student though."

"...Well, you know, tutoring fee. More than that, Lune."

I grabbed the face of a charging adventurer. Lune shot arrows three times through the robe, and three wind holes opened in the adventurer’s belly.

"How do we handle all these guys?"

"You bastaaard!!"

"Who are you calling bastard, baldy."

I slapped down the forehead of the priest with half-white balding hair.

"Quiet!"

"Khuk!"

With a satisfying sound, a red palm print remained on the priest’s forehead. I raised my hand still bearing the tattoo’s energy high and brought it down toward the priest’s forehead again.

"Orc Stamp!"

SMACK!!

A deep red palm print remained on the priest’s forehead, and I kicked him far away. Lune’s arrow pierced the priest’s abdomen.

"Ah, easy. Did we finish them all now?"

"Master!"

Lune screamed and shot an arrow. But the wind arrow couldn’t stop the enemy’s attack, and the young priestess deflected the wind arrow with her mace and swung her iron flail at me.

"O Goddess—!!"

With a sharp voice, the priestess jumped high. Adding the weight of her descent to strike me with divine power, Lune’s arrow attacks were useless. Too late to dodge, and it would hurt to block.

"Lune!"

I pushed Lune aside, then precisely thrust my belly toward where the mace would fall. Bending my waist backward and presenting my belly to make it easy to hit, the priestess’s posture wavered as if flustered.

THWACK!

The priestess’s flail bounced off. My belly stung because it contained divine power, but the pain wasn’t that severe. I checked again just in case, but apparently even the Goddess’s divine power couldn’t work my abs.

"Tch, I was hoping for a belly massage."

"Master!"

"Don’t worry, Lune. This is called an ab guard."

An arrow might pierce my chest but not my belly. Putting aside the ridiculous thought that I could leave my belly exposed even when wearing plate armor later, I grabbed the bounced priestess’s neck and lifted her high.

"Choose. Red, green, black, gold, peach."

"Wh-what...!"

"I’m going to violate a priestess, but there are so many candidates to violate."

"Ptui!"

The priestess spat at me.

"Thanks for the bonus. But that feels pretty gross. I tried to give you a chance like a gentleman."

"Wicked monster, the Goddess will not forgive you!"

"Even that Goddess’s divine power couldn’t pierce my fat. You’re no good. Amdusias!!"

Amdusias, who had been ramming men with her horn, clattered over to me. Rolling her eyes left and right, Amdusias thrust her head at the priestess whose neck I held and sniffed while shining her yellow horn.

"Virgin!"

"Pierce her!"

"Hihihing!!"

Amdusias loaded the priestess I threw onto her back. Back?

"What are you doing?"

"Can I bring the castrated leopard?!"

"...You mean Flauros?"

"Yes!"

Amdusias apparently felt sorry for what she did. Of course, whether the castrated Flauros could handle a prisoner even if brought was up to him, but I sent reinforcements while assessing the battle situation.

"Then lead the unicorns and go as reinforcements. Shaitan will guide you."

"Hihihing!!"

Amdusias left the battlefield leading the unicorn unit. And when the unicorn unit left, the worwolf units looked disappointed.

"Grrr."

Robo Unit 2 growled and kicked the ground. Unlike the unicorn unit, the worwolves were all male.

"Why? Sad that the unicorns you’d fuck went somewhere else?"

"Grrrr."

Robo Unit 2 honestly nodded. Since all the unicorns were female, Jokamel had to serve as the stud, but I didn’t particularly want to increase them anyway.

"Alright, then let’s defeat all the enemies first."

We subdued the knights and killed all the priests. The adventurers began losing to less than 100 monsters, with Lune and me at the forefront.

"The crazy unicorns are retreating! We have a chance now!"

"The elf, kill the elf first! That bitch is the most dangerous!!"

"O Goddess!!"

There were still many that hadn’t died. After scanning once, there seemed to be no talent comparable to Gray, and most were guys who would be perfect converted to magic stones.

"Listen, you small humans—!!"

I shouted at the adventurers.

"Drop your weapons and surrender, and I’ll spare your lives!!"

Despite my cry, the adventurers still held their weapons while wary of me. I couldn’t understand why they always got more angry and tried to charge whenever I told them to surrender.

"They all must want to die... Tch, I don’t want to fill Ras Vegas residents with ghouls, so can’t be helped."

I slightly lifted the hem of Lune’s skirt. Black pantyhose gradually revealed itself, and Lune jumped in surprise and grabbed her skirt over her groin area.

"Master?!"

"What a shame to miss a good chance to experience this great civilization. ...Lune, would I really show you to those guys?"

Of course the traces of what I did with Lune were slightly visible, but Lune pouted her lips and grumbled.

"You startled me doing that suddenly."

"You were startled but it’s thrilling right? Hehe."

Lune and I joked around and grabbed our weapons again. The adventurers seemed quite angry at our joking, but the battle situation was favorable enough for me to let down my seriousness a bit.

"Adventurers, I’m sorry."

Thud, thud thud!

The Stone Golems hiding between fences disguised as wooden fences.

The Harpy Angel unit led by Harpuia while the captain went on an errand.

And the orc and Andras units positioned on the ground.

Their number easily exceeded 300, and the adventurers’ number had also decreased to about 300.

"From now on, it’s an ultimatum, adventurers!!"

I shouted one last time.

"Curvy succubus ladies waiting! Muscular orc bros waiting! Tentacles and slimes fully equipped for abnormal sexual interests!! Surrender now and get lifetime free service! We’ll send you off happy! 3, 2, 1!!"

No one lowered their weapons.

"Then you all gotta die. RAAAAAS!!"

With my roar, the monsters advanced on the adventurers.

Quick battle.

Gotta kill them all fast, defend Flauros’s multi, then go fuck.

***

Splurt!

An arrow made of water lodged in Flauros’s thigh, and a spear made of water split his burning hair. Flauros lost his 1v2 battle due to overwhelming type disadvantage and fell to his knees.

"Hak, hak, haak...!"

"Had you already fought a battle? Your lower body movements were quite sluggish."

Belial crouched in front of the kneeling Flauros. The blonde handsome young man openly mocked Flauros, and Flauros ground his teeth at the humiliation of defeat.

"64th rank isn’t much. If I’d known, there was no need to slowly step up from below."

"You bastard...! If only I was in perfect condition...!"

"Then you should have fought in perfect condition. Is that an excuse? Pathetic. I’ll take your name and face, but you and your subordinates seem utterly worthless to take in."

Belial pointed once at Flauros’s subordinates completely subdued by his own forces, then tapped his cheek. Flauros burst with rage and opened his mouth wide, but—

Crack!

The naga beside Belial struck his head with a water trident, and Flauros planted his head on the floor. The naga inserted Flauros’s neck between the trident’s prongs.

"I am the victor currently pondering your fate. Don’t be impudent."

"...Hehe, you still know nothing."

Flauros spat pooled blood on the floor and rolled his eyes.

"Think I’m the end? Hehe, do you know who’s behind me and act so arrogant?"

"Whoever’s behind you, right now you lost to me. Say I take Flauros’s name and go to your backer. Would they reinstate you who lost once, or would they use me who defeated you?"

"What...? You, you bastard...!"

"Hehe, you moron. I’ve got eyes too."

Belial tapped the air. Flauros immediately realized he was touching the system.

"[Legion of Wrath]? You seem to be a dungeon master belonging to that legion... Hehe, perfect timing. I was looking for a legion to join."

"You, what the hell...?"

Belial lowered his head and whispered very softly to Flauros.

"Join the legion, and steal the seal. Simple logic."

"...You bastard! Aren’t you ashamed as a demon?!"

"Khehe, hehehe."

Belial made exact eye contact with Flauros. He ran his hand over his face, and Flauros’s heart sank at the face he showed.

Belial—he was showing the face of a human woman quite different from demons.

"Sorry but I’m not of demon origin."

"You, you really—"

"Well, beings like this exist too. Hehe."

Belial swept his hand over his face again. With the face of a handsome young man, he shrugged and stood up.

"Well then, shall I take you hostage and go greet the legion?"

[That won’t be necessary.]

At the beautiful woman’s voice, Belial’s heart sank. The fine clear voice was clearly different from the sharp, tearing voices of the naga tribe, his so-called daughters—it was a human voice.

"...Who are you?"

Belial hastily changed his voice first.

[Should you explain first? If not.]

Thud thud!

Dozens of tentacle bundles appeared from the ceiling. Belial wanted to scream internally at the penis-like shape of the tentacle tips.

[Men and women alike will all be skewered by tentacles without exception.]

"...Situation’s pretty fucking shitty."

Belial muttered briefly to himself.

"This one is 68th of Solomon’s 72 Dungeons. My name is Belial."

[Did you feel the difference in power? Quite polite compared to what you said to the dog guarding the front yard.]

"...Indeed."

Belial quickly grasped the woman’s words and read the situation.

"Did you use Flauros merely as a buffer to prevent uprisings?"

[...Your mind is quite sharp. That person will like you.]

At the woman’s words, Belial cheered internally. As expected, demons follow survival of the fittest. The forces of Belial who immediately defeated Flauros had received a ’passing grade,’ so to speak.

[If you become the new Flauros, will you become a member of our legion? Even if it means offering all your forces?]

"If I can enter the legion."

Belial knelt. All his forces knelt, and the two naga without knees bowed their heads. It was a sign of submission.

[Good. Beings that have become completely useless should be disposed of. ...But stealing the seal. That’s a part I can’t overlook.]

"I will explain."

[Let’s hear it.]

Belial licked his drying lips with his tongue and raised his head.

"The legion’s master, the seal’s owner should be possessed by one worthy of it to have value. If I can truly serve and follow a master, I will pledge loyalty to that person. But if they’re unworthy of it..."

[You’d steal the seal?]

"Of course."

[How bold. ...Fine. Try surviving until that person returns. If you can withstand this attack.]

"...Phew."

Belial stood up. Something glittered from the opposite side of the passage. The tentacles on the ceiling looked down as if to monitor every move of him and his subordinates.

’I don’t like the tentacle form, but it’s not too bad.’

He liked how it provoked disgust and discomfort to prevent easy approach. Belial opened a thick book and gave orders to his subordinates.

"All troops, prove our value—"

"Hihihing!!"

From the opposite side, a unicorn with a priestess woman impaled on its forehead horn was running. The unicorn with something like black cloth tied like a headband had the woman mounted on its horn like a head ornament and charged through the passage.

"Hihing, hihiing!!"

"Ahh, ahhh! J-just a little slo-wer, hiiiit!!"

The woman cried out with each clattering sound.

"...All troops defend."

At the appearance of the unicorn with a virgin on its forehead, Belial lost a bit of fighting spirit.

"Fuck, they really fight like shit."

"Hihiiing!!"