Lewd Dungeon Master: This Orc Is Too Damn OP!-Chapter 244: Beautiful Face

I’d taken down as many cockatrices as possible before they reached the shore. But the numbers were still significant: the remaining cockatrices numbered around sixty, slightly more than the orcs.

’Should’ve pulled more troops over here.’

Our legion’s elite orc warriors currently totaled a hundred and fifty. With a third each assigned to my dungeon, Gremory’s dungeon, and Ras Vegas, I had to make it work with fifty orcs.

Those fifty were the cream of the crop, handpicked from the best, but whether they could actually go toe-to-toe and win against cockatrices was another question.

’That’s why you trust them.’

The orcs would take down the cockatrices. No question.

Give it a little time and the Flare Panteras sprinting underground would join the fight, along with the follow-up unit. Sustain the battle long enough and our Legion of Wrath would come out stronger than theirs. I believed in my subordinates: the ones who received my buff through my tattoos.

So the only enemy I needed to handle myself was one. I grabbed the bent shovel and charged straight at the penguin.

"First things first, let me get that annoying mascot suit off you, Shex!"

"It’s SHAX!!"

Shax exploded in fury and sprayed a machine-gun stream of water droplets from the beak straight at me. The kind that’d punch holes through flesh on contact, so I rolled sideways across the floor and dodged.

"SCREEEE, you PERVERT!"

Shax screamed at the sight of my very rigid, very out-there lower half, while simultaneously tracking me with the beak to try and get a shot in. But I was already closing the distance, and I’d long since read exactly where those eyes were pointing.

"You say pervert but you can’t look away! Shex!"

"It’s SHAX!"

Shex snapped her head far back. A big inhale, and I already knew exactly what was coming next.

"Hydro Pump!!"

SSSHHHHHHH!

A water cannon blasted out of Shex’s beak. Too late to dodge; had to take it head-on. I read the trajectory fast.

’Oh, this girl.’

Shex’s water cannon was aimed dead center at my solar plexus. Too late to dodge, and trying to anyway risked getting my heart targeted. Only one option: take it. Right before the water cannon hit, I brought both feet together and jumped straight up on the spot.

"WRAAH!!"

I jumped like my life depended on it, and the water cannon made contact with my stomach.

SPLAAAT!!

The cannon hit my stomach and instantly burst into spray in every direction. It splattered across my face, arms, dick, scattered everywhere, but after bouncing off my stomach it lost all its punch and barely stung. My body started dropping slowly back down, and the moment I confirmed Shex’s water cannon had stopped, I exhaled in relief.

THUD!

I landed on both feet, and Shax’s water cannon dripped off my body like rain. Sure enough, the stocking I’d wrapped tight like a belly band around my stomach was shredded and hanging off me in tatters. I ripped off the torn stocking, leaving my upper body completely exposed.

"Hff!"

Shax hiccupped looking at me. I pumped internally and sprinted forward.

"SCREEEE!!"

Shax screamed and opened up with the water cannon again. The cannon that had been powerful enough to rip through stocking armor was now dramatically weaker, and I read the angle of the straight-on stream and angled my stomach into it.

"HYAAH!"

SPLAAAT!

The water cannon grazed off my stomach and went flying sideways, straight into a cockatrice that had been fighting nearby. The cockatrice that had been about to peck an orc’s throat had its neck twisted in a deeply wrong direction by Shax’s own water cannon.

"HEY!!!"

"Shax, I’m putting it in!!"

Shax was furious at having her own attack used against her, a vein practically popping in those penguin eyes, but using the enemy’s attack against them was the most basic of basics. I was already right up in Shax’s face, and Shax flinched and stumbled back one step.

"Th-this—"

"SPEAR!!"

I launched myself at the mascot suit like a bull in a ring. Shax threw up both arms to stop me, but I’d already gotten both hands around the waist of Shax’s costume.

SQUISH!

Shax’s body was unexpectedly soft. The feel of it was like grabbing a tube packed full of water. I understood immediately what Shax had filled the costume with.

"Water! That’s why the air didn’t leak out!"

Up close it was obvious. The puncture Lune’s arrow had made was still there, but it was sealed over with a thin layer of ice like plastic wrap.

"Welcome aboard, Shex!"

"You PIECE of—!"

I squeezed the arms I had wrapped around Shax hard. The puncture on the costume let out a crackle.

"To celebrate meeting you, how about a real tight hug?!"

SPLOOOOSH!!

The ice coating sealing the hole started to crack, and the water Shax had packed inside the costume came gushing out through the gap. Shax thrashed and tried to fight back, but I lifted Shax off the ground as I bear-hugged the water out.

"You must be real worked up about sharing a bed with me! You’re soaking wet!"

"I’m going to cut out your TONGUE first!!"

Shax tried to peck my mouth with the beak. I leaned my upper body back briefly to dodge it.

"You want to kiss first? Fast mover!"

"You’re the one who said you wanted to mate!"

"WHAT?! Mate?! Skipping straight to the end, aren’t we! HYAAH!"

SQUEEEZE! One more hard squeeze and the water pouring off Shax’s body started soaking through my entire body. That water hit my overheated skin and my overheated equipment and started rising into steam.

And the moment the steam blocked the view, I could feel the real body underneath. Past the costume and the water cushion, Shax’s small body was pressed right against my arms.

"Ngh?!"

"OHHHH!"

The size of the costume had thrown me off. Shax was actually just tall enough that if Shax lifted the beak, I could meet it face to face, probably around 160 centimeters in real life.

"S-stop squeezing!"

"No!"

The waistline that had been over two meters came down by almost half, and the costume kept shrinking like an oversized penguin onesie losing its stuffing. Just a little more and I’d be able to feel the actual body underneath.

Grab! My hand found what felt like Shax’s rear end. The chest was nearly nothing to speak of, but the ass was actually pretty solid. I stopped squeezing and ran my hand along the curve.

"Our Shax, built for easy delivery, huh?"

"YAAAAAH!"

Shax flailed both arms and slapped me hard across both cheeks. Both sides lit up hot, and I pulled Shax in tight and pitched us forward.

"On the ground, now!"

THUD!

With me pulling Shax down on top of me, Shax went crashing backward. I pinned both of Shax’s costume arms under my knees in a mount position and clenched both fists.

"I’m against abuse of women! I’m against abuse of animals! That’s my stance! But I have zero reason to go easy on someone who breaks into my house and vomits all over it! And especially not someone who killed my cute little pet monster slimes!"

THWACK!

Just like Shax had slapped both my cheeks, I swung left and right hooks right alongside Shax’s beak. Full-power left, full-power right hook; Shax’s penguin head went swinging left and right, over and over.

CLANG, CLANG, CLAAANG!!

Hitting the beak was like punching a steel plate. My fists ached like hell. But just as my fists hurt, Shax was getting completely rattled by the hits.

"...Heh."

Shax let out a dazed, deflated sound. I grabbed the top and bottom of the beak and pried it open. Finally, a look at Shax’s real face.

"Holy shit. You’re fucking gorgeous."

"What...?!"

Overall sharp and dangerous-looking: the kind of face that screamed delinquent bad girl. Even the eye shape was cutting, and with pitch-black hair, black eyes, and dark features, throw a school uniform on her and she’d pass for a high schooler, no question.

"Damn... why the hell are you walking around hiding a face like this?"

"What kind of thing is that to say in the middle of a fight?! Ptoo!"

Shax’s face went red and she spat. I yanked my head back on instinct and the spit shot toward the ceiling like a bullet. The tip of my nose stung like I’d been nicked with a blade.

"Ow—I was enjoying a rare glimpse of a beautiful woman here! ...Hm?"

Something else caught my eye more than Shax’s attack. Where had I seen this face before? I racked my memory. I definitely had, in some situation, in some position like this...

Oh.

"You... look a lot like Andras."

"What the hell—wait, what did you say?"

Shax looked uncannily like Andras: the original Andras. Shax’s face was a mess of pain and bewilderment, and I quickly swept my eyes across the battlefield.

’Things are looking rough.’

The orcs were fighting their hearts out against the cockatrices, but the cockatrices were each individually as strong as a Pale Rider. If it hadn’t been close to one-on-one matchups across the board, cockatrices would definitely have broken off and rushed me now that I’d pinned Shax.

So I had to fully subdue Shax fast.

"Shax! Do you want to—"

"What do you mean I look like Andras!!"

"Ugh?!"

Shax unleashed a burst of raw strength and started lifting my knee. Both arms trembling, but Shax was definitely starting to push my leg up.

"Not a chance!"

BOOM!!

I drove a fist straight down into Shax’s shoulder. Shax coughed dry, the arm strength gave out, and everything dropped back down.

"There’s one thing I learned from fighting Luna!"

I raised my fist high again. Shax’s black eyes started to waver.

"Never let your mind wander when you’re up against someone stronger than you!"

WHAM!!

"AAAARGH!!"

Shax screamed. I heard the sound of a joint crunching clearly in my ear, and felt the strength leave Shax’s left arm. Even hitting that hard, all I managed was to knock one arm out of commission.

’Erogenous zone. Find the erogenous zone.’

Shax’s status still hadn’t shown up. To get even a brief read, I’d have to find somewhere Shax was sensitive.

"COCKATRICES!! GET THIS BASTARD!!"

"Oh, great."

One shoulder wrecked, but the mouth still works just fine, still yapping away. And more annoyingly, the cockatrices were starting to turn their attention toward me one by one. Which meant I had no choice but to call in my own backup.

"RAS!!!"

"""RAS!!"""

At my call, the orcs began to gather and form a circle formation one by one. The cockatrices slashed and clawed at the airtight ring, but the orcs started swinging their shovels with their lives on the line.

CLANG, CLANG!!

The orcs started holding back the cockatrices with everything they had, willing to die if that’s what it took. And while the orcs held the line against the cockatrices, I had to finish my own battle.

"LUNE!!"

"I’m here!!"

Lune dropped from overhead. Must have bounced off a cockatrice or an orc, landed right next to Shax’s head.

"Pin the right arm with your knee!"

"Got it!"

Lune followed the order and pressed the right arm down with full force immediately. In that opening, I shifted my body backward from where I’d been mounted on top of Shax. Gauging position by feel, I worked my way down to where Shax was kicking out left and right with both thighs, and gripped the costume with two fingers.

"Finally!!"

RIP!

I tore the costume open by force. With my nails sharpened to a point, the middle split open in a long vertical tear, and right where my gut told me it would be.

"Damn, this feels like doing it with a penguin."

"Master! There’s no time for that right now!"

"Wh-what are you two doing?! In the middle of a fight?!"

Shax’s face flushed bright red with a shriek. But I was already pressing my slick-wet equipment with my thumb and lining it up at the entrance.

"Lune, cast it!"

"On it!"

Lune bent forward and applied sex magic to Shax’s stomach. The sex magic’s characteristic magic circle (shaped like a vulva) began glowing on the white part of the penguin costume, and Shax’s eyes started shaking like a leaf in total confusion and panic.

"In the middle of—what are you even—?"

"This is how our legion fights."

I tapped the head of my dick gently against Shax’s entrance. If there was no special erogenous zone to find, just going straight for the spot where all the sensitivity was concentrated worked just as well.

[Shax: ★★★★☆, Lv.81]

"...Heh, figured she was something else."

Shax had been strong enough to nearly lift me off the ground for a moment. But too much mana had been burned up filling that pit with water.

"Surprised? That an orc can be this strong."

"Ah, n-no, huh...?"

Shax was already starting to lose it. The idea of being taken by an orc had clearly broken something: head shaking slightly, trying to deny reality. I patted Shax’s thighs gently in reassurance.

"Don’t worry. Thanks to Lune’s sex magic, the only thing you’re going to feel is pleasure."

"D-don’t! Don’t do it...!"

"Don’t do what?"

"...Mate!"

Shax shouted it with a face that could’ve caught fire. The bluntness of it caught me off guard.

"Shax, you’ve got one thing wrong."

CLANG, CLANG!!

With the orcs holding their shovel line against the cockatrices, I settled into position to drive my spear home.

"This is called ’Ras.’"

"Y-you’re insane! What are you doing in the middle of a—AAAHN!!"

Would the orcs’ defensive line break first, or would Shax get buried in pleasure?

The Ras with Shax had begun.