Lewd Dungeon Master: This Orc Is Too Damn OP!-Chapter 219: Make Them Moist

"Haa, haa."

I buried my nose in the white, warm pillow and breathed in. The rich chocolate scent tickled my nose, and that sweetness cleared my mind. It was like putting chocolate in my mouth when my sugar was low and savoring the aroma first.

"You like it that much?"

"I love it, haa, haa."

Luna teased by rubbing my face with her thighs. I also teased by twisting my nose buried in Luna’s crevice left and right. My vision was completely dyed white, but I could feel that white world gradually darkening.

"Haa, I want to spread what comes out here on bread and eat it."

"It’s fine if you do it, but don’t do it to the other girls."

"Why?"

"Because it’s exclusively yours. Hehe."

Luna said something truly admirable. In my delight, I stuck out my tongue to directly praise Luna. Since the crotch area was blocked, naturally I had to tear it to praise that place.

Riiip! 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

The crotch of the white stockings tore, and inside, Luna’s skin was fully revealed. Since it was inside the dungeon, her skin was brown in dark elf form, but the shape wasn’t much different from when she was an elf outside.

"You’re really such a pervert. Isn’t making it so only here can be torn really too blatant?"

"Only here can be torn?"

I bit Luna’s thigh lightly with my teeth to correct Luna’s misunderstanding.

Crunch.

Luna’s white stockings tore widely left and right at the thigh area. I put my tongue on the torn part of the stockings and licked. Luna smiled and stroked my head.

"Aww, aww. Our horny baby, do you want to suck on Queen’s body that badly?"

"Of course."

"Geez. But what’s the point of tearing the thighs? It’s not like you can fuck there."

"Even if I can’t fuck it, looking is different."

The crotch area tearing easily was actually for that purpose, but I made other areas not easily damaged. However, if you deliberately tried to punch holes like now, it wasn’t impossible. Moreover, white stockings were made from harpy feathers, making holes even easier.

"If looking turns you on, fine...but then what’s the point of wearing stockings? You said it’s for leg protection."

"That’s true."

Whether fairies, succubi, Andras, or elves, all women in our legion had to wear stockings. It was beyond simple eye candy—it was a symbol of our Legion of Wrath and good armor.

"The initial stockings supplied to the human world have defense on par with Andras, right? Then if they get hit with ordinary arrows, the lower body would deflect them."

"Right. They’re at least inner armor level. Like now."

I poked Luna’s thigh with my fingernail and climbed up it. Even though I pulled the stockings slightly and drew my nail across them, the stockings were fine. Despite my fairly sharp nails, the stockings didn’t tear easily.

"Defense is proportional to exposure. If they only wear stockings, they can easily block attacks from at least ★1-2 level enemies. Hehe."

"Conversely, the same goes for humans. What Eila was worried about isn’t just talk."

"It’ll be like strengthening humans for our legion’s funds."

I didn’t know how far the stockings’ potential as armor would spread, but once they started spreading in earnest, humans of all ages and genders would wear stockings.

"But isn’t it good? The sight of all female adventurers wearing stockings."

"People like you would like that. Think about it the other way. What’ll you do when humans seriously start wearing stockings? Men, women, young and old, as inner armor for lower body protection. The price is way cheaper than real armor too. Under the pretext of spreading them widely."

"If consumer goods are priced too high, they become items only used by those who use them. Hehe."

"You’ve overwhelmingly increased the human alliance’s defense. You know that?"

Luna used her thigh’s strength to turn my face toward her crotch. The moment strength entered the soft and cozy thighs, I tried to escape by advancing my head forward into a grapple hold.

"Ah, my sugar’s dropping."

Slurp. I stuck my tongue into Luna’s glistening pussy. The color was transparent and the viscosity sticky, but the taste and aroma was rich chocolate no matter how much I ate and drank. It was actually a flavor with much deeper richness than when she was 4-star.

"Haang, what are you doing while talking...?"

"Spreading the stockings’ weakness to the side. Hehe."

I continued licking and sucking Luna’s pussy with my tongue. Love juices started bursting from inside Luna’s pussy, and I transferred them onto the stockings on Luna’s thighs, spreading them widely.

"Did you think I’d supply stockings to humanity without countermeasures or weaknesses?"

Riiip.

I lightly pulled on the stocking area coated with Luna’s love juices. The stockings tore very easily, creating a hole, and Luna opened her mouth wide in surprise at the chestnut-sized hole, much larger than where I’d torn with my teeth.

"What’s this?"

"It’s magical technology that simultaneously satisfies advantages on the battlefield and in bed. Hehe."

After the union boss’s painstaking efforts, we made stockings strong and tough so they wouldn’t be damaged even by crude spears and swords, while also designing them so humans wearing stockings in the alliance could be easily neutralized later.

"Make them moist."

"With what?"

"Semen, love juices, saliva."

Spread viscous liquid on the stockings. Then the Andras thread would swell as if absorbing water, and the cohesion would weaken so the stockings could be easily torn with reasonable force.

"Why use those as examples specifically?"

"Because that’s what they were originally made for."

To be clear, I made them to dress people in stockings and tear them in bed, but using Andras feathers as material was the problem. And when I presented a few ideas as drawings, the union boss going berserk was another problem that caused the stocking armor situation.

"And look, what reason would I have for starting to sell stockings? ...It’s basic to clear inventory of useless items. Hehe."

"I don’t know whose basic that is, but excuse me. The stockings became useless? Why? Got tired of tearing them?"

"Come on, no way."

I spread Luna’s stockings left and right.

"The stocking production line has already started making generation 2 stockings. They’re even stronger in defense than existing stockings, and they’ve started to have a sheen too."

"That’s possible?"

"Because we’re using good materials."

I expressed condolences thinking of the Andras—the demi-human Andras—who were probably being slaughtered by my subordinates right now.

"They’re guys who only come out six at most per day, but since we pluck both pairs of wings three times, the quantity comes out really massive, right? Hehehe."

The boss of the Andras sub-dungeon, demi-human Andras.

We no longer hesitated to catch them to make better stockings.

***

Whoosh!

A transparent arrow pierced a demi-human Andras’s forehead. The ★★★-grade existence of the Andras species—monsters gradually becoming more human—died instantly without a chance to act.

"Hehe."

Lune slung her bow behind her and drew the dagger strapped to her thigh. Galahad’s family, who’d come along to prepare for any situation, felt awkwardly embarrassed by Lune’s overwhelming power.

"Mom Lune, this makes my coming here pointless."

"It was comfortable being able to come because you were here. Thank you, Lancelot. Hehe."

Lune laid the demi-human Andras fallen on the floor neatly on the ground. Precisely face down, back toward the ceiling so the wings wouldn’t be damaged.

"Before, Master was squeamish about catching these and quit, but now we can catch them easily."

"Ah.... I heard about it. Apparently two males came out and it was so hideous he retreated."

"Yes. Master doesn’t seem to have that taste."

"...Phew."

Guinevere breathed a sigh of relief where others couldn’t see. But he was immediately caught by Lancelot, who was grooming the wings.

"What. Were you scared Dad might eat you?"

"...A, a little."

Being Rok who was close to omnivorous, Guinevere was anxious wondering if he might eat him. Lancelot buried Guinevere in her chest and patted his back.

"You know about that side when I thought you didn’t? Isn’t it forbidden by the Goddess Church?"

"It is forbidden.... But that’s the Goddess Church’s doctrine. We can’t force taboos on non-believers who don’t believe."

Shaking off the tension, Guinevere cleared his throat and started plucking the wings Lancelot cut feather by feather. Galahad also received the wings Lune cut and sat down to start grooming.

"With this, the mothers will wear even better stockings now."

"Hoho, the legs look good and the defense is good too. Really nice. ...Though I should wear at least a skirt."

Lancelot wore a short ivory skirt over her black stockings. It was something torn short from a long skirt among human items, which Rok called a ’miniskirt.’

"Honey, can you see inside?"

"...No."

"Then it’s fine."

Lancelot was embarrassed about what Galahad might see. Lancelot herself had made Guinevere expose his lower body publicly to everyone, yet in front of the child born from her belly—though strictly speaking you couldn’t say it hurt—she was being somewhat careful.

"Mom Lune, how is it wearing that?"

"Master can’t take his eyes off it."

Lune turned her back and shook her butt left and right. A round rabbit tail swung left and right, and the rabbit tail wouldn’t come out as if stuck somewhere. Guinevere decided not to think about where it was inserted.

"I wanted to wear that too...."

Lancelot was quite disappointed she couldn’t wear the bunny girl outfit. There were no bunny girl tops to fit Lancelot’s size, much larger than fairies or elves, so she ultimately had to be satisfied with wearing slightly large stockings.

"Everyone finish this quickly and go to Master. Master is waiting right now~"

"...You don’t want to go quickly because Master’s with the Queen right now?"

"Of course. Tch, if only I produced milk I’d be deployed to the rear too."

Lune puffed her cheeks while fondling her chest. Unlike Lune who had to hunt Andras and work in the field, Luna was permanently deployed to basement level 1. Galahad smiled bitterly while organizing the groomed feathers.

"...It’s not because of milk though?"

"It is because of milk. Master keeps going down to basement level 1 to rest lately."

"Is Luna that delicious?"

Lancelot smiled seductively while licking her lips. At that, Guinevere became anxious and Galahad laughed low and bowed his head. Lune smiled and waved her index finger left and right.

"You can’t."

"Why not?"

"Because only Master can drink that."

"...If I ask Dad, I could get a little...."

"Absolutely not."

Lune stuck out her tongue and stood up. Having already completed her mission by killing the demi-human Andras, organizing, grooming, and transporting the remaining feathers to Ras Vegas wasn’t her assigned work.

"Then I’m going to protect Master. Everyone bye~"

"W-wait, I’ll ask one thing."

Galahad waved a feather and asked.

"What exactly is the item that will succeed the stockings?"

"Ah, that? Um...."

Lune stroked her chin recalling memories, then clapped her hands and smiled brightly.

"Lingerie!"

"Pardon?"

"That’s what he said!"

Lune left with a bright smile. The three family members started discussing and debating the identity and usefulness of the armor called lingerie that Lune mentioned.

***

"I’m ba...sis!"

"Haa, you’re back?"

Lune flew a kick toward Luna, who was straddling me with a flushed face, swaying her hips in cowgirl position.

"Hoot."

At Lune’s attack flying from behind as if to shatter her waist, Luna smiled and grabbed Lune’s ankle.

"You’re still a few hundred years too early."

Luna forcibly stopped Lune in midair, then sat her neatly in front of herself—on my stomach. Lune made a tearful face and grabbed Luna’s shoulders and shook.

"You promised not to do it directly until I got back!"

"Ahaha, what can I do? He said he wanted to do it in this state."

Luna pointed to the torn stockings and bounced her hips up and down. Thanks to that, Lune bounced up slightly too, and I grabbed Lune’s pelvis and made her turn her body. Lune immediately lowered her lower body and sprawled on top of me.

"Master, you can’t do this. You promised to do it with me right away when I caught the demi-human Andras!"

"I did. But I’m hungry, what can I do? So did you collect all the 3-star feathers well?"

"Of cours, hngh...!"

Lune buried her face in my shoulder and trembled. When I glanced, Luna was playing with her fingers in front of Lune’s crotch.

"What Lune’s wearing on top now is the latest gams, right? Hoho, then...."

"That’s not gams, it’s made with Andras thread—"

Before I could correct her, Luna stuck her hand between Lune’s butt—

"Shall we test the durability?"

Riiiip.

Luna tore both layers of stockings and leotard fabric with just her grip strength.

...As expected of level 90.