Lewd Dungeon Master: This Orc Is Too Damn OP!-Chapter 270: This Doesn’t Make Sense!

Midnight came.

I spent three days in the Chamber of Passion and Ras where time flowed 100 times faster, agonizing over and over about the one cup before my eyes.

’Should I drink it?’

The semen-fluid was already made. The yogurt I’d extracted myself had even melted the highest-grade magic stone, and warm mana yogurt sat in the cup.

’I really don’t want to drink this.’

No matter how much you hate a food, you can just hold your nose, close your eyes tight and eat it, but even with mental excuses, knowing what I was eating made it extremely awkward.

’But if I eat that, won’t my experience points explode?’

Looking at the leveling structure, at minimum a highest-grade magic stone is around level 90. Just as magic stones are divided into five stages, ranks are also made of ★★★★★, right?

’Matching them up, highest-grade is 5-star.’

And most ★★★★★ is a stage you can only reach at level 90. If a high-grade magic stone corresponding to ★★★★ had come out, I would’ve fed it to Lune without hesitation, but since it was specifically a ’highest’-grade magic stone, I couldn’t help but agonize.

"Really can’t do it."

"Are you giving up?"

"No."

Shaitan, attending to me beside me, was just waiting for me to give up. Rather than being cunning, it was a natural matter.

If I didn’t drink it, the person drinking this would be Shaitan, Lune, or another subordinate. And they had no hesitation about drinking semen-fluid.

"Shaitan, can you really drink it?"

"I already tasted mid-grade semen-fluid, so what’s the problem? Master’s semen-fluid is custard cream cheese yogurt. No reason to dislike it at all. It’s a flavor we really love."

Shaitan picked up the wooden cup and slurped. Inside was low-grade semen-fluid, and every time Shaitan went outside, she brought back magic stones saying they were for her to eat.

...I couldn’t help but be reluctant about something she was drinking so happily, which gave me a strange feeling, but still, drinking my own was a bit much.

"Shaitan, aren’t you really grossed out or anything? The taste or the feeling."

"It’s exactly like drinking our fluids here. Hehe."

Total defeat. Shaitan pointed at her chest and groin with both hands. When she put it like that, what could I say?

’I drink theirs every other day anyway.’

If when Lime’s bodily fluids melted the magic stone it wasn’t absorbed by her but the mana remained intact like this, I would’ve made a soup bowl and downed three bowls of Lime’s mana slime.

If Luna’s breast milk contained mana after drinking semen-fluid, I would’ve sucked and sucked and sucked until Luna’s breasts became like Forneus’s bitch, completely draining her milk tanks.

But semen-fluid was only possible with my own bodily fluids.

Galahad? If I had to drink something melted with the orcs’ stuff, I’d rather just take a shot here and now.

"Looks like you need more time. You’re mentally and physically exhausted. I’ll boil some Robo soup for stamina recovery."

"...When you come back, bring some chocolate milk too."

"Hehe. Yes."

Shaitan smiled with her eyes and left. Shaitan worked hard to help me deliberate and make a definite choice. Now the choice was mine.

"I need to get stronger."

A leader must lead by example. Therefore I, not anyone else, must become the strongest. I recalled the levels of our legion’s main figures.

Luna was 5-star level 90.

I was 4-star level 81. Did go up just a bit after continued combat.

And after that, Gremory at level 75 and Lune at level 70.

’If I stay still, they’ll overtake me.’

Having even discovered the strengthening method of semen-fluid, they’d probably drink 3-4 liters a day like water and get stronger. Might be fine for a while, but if they became stronger than me, they’d all probably act like proper demons.

Uprising.

...Uprising in bed.

’Luna’s fine. Fundamentally she likes being pinned underneath.’

Luna, the dark elf queen, preferred being pinned underneath and pounded by a mere orc rather than enjoying showing queenly qualities. So even if Luna became stronger than me, aside from the position being semi-fixed to doggy style, there’d be no big problem.

The real problem was Gremory, Lune, and Shaitan.

’They might manage my ejaculation every other day.’

No matter how happily the current me mixed flesh, the future me might someday think of it as mandatory defense warfare.

Even if I got hobbies like bonsai or reading, if they demanded, I’d have to comply. I had multiple women in my arms, but they only looked at me.

But what if they became stronger than me?

Like Luna, overpowering me with strength and reverse-raping me, or tying me to the bed and making me a living dildo?

’Gotta think carefully. The legion might prosper, but the legion commander might never escape the bed.’

I recalled the shift schedule I’d drawn up in my head.

Lune, Luna, Lime, Eila, Shaitan, Gremory, Lily, Flauros, Shax, Andras, and countless other combinations...

’I’ll be squeezed dry on a golden bed for life.’

The end of the uprising engraved in demon souls is the living dildo death-by-sex ending. Even if I have children, they’ll only see their mother doing infinite cowgirl on their father.

’The present is good, but gotta worry about retirement too.’

If I’m gonna do it freely, it’s way better to do it when and how long I want.

Therefore I must get stronger, and it’s right that I should drink this highest-grade semen-fluid that’s the means to get stronger.

[Drink it, Grimfang Shek.]

I even started hearing hallucinations from somewhere.

[Obtain power. You will become master of the bed.]

A voice I don’t know who it belongs to. But I know its identity.

"Then, my other self, what is the price?"

[A title.]

’The one who ate his own XX’. A title that would be utterly embarrassing anywhere, and if revealed, might get me socially buried, right?

"...Fuck."

I felt nauseous.

But even if I got such a humiliating title that abandoned humanity, the power I could obtain started to shimmer before my eyes. The powerful strength I’d so longed for, surpassing even Forneus—

"Ah."

I clapped involuntarily.

"What would change for a son of a bitch who lost his humanity, just from getting that kind of title?"

My humanity’s been in the gutter for ages. I picked up the cup without hesitation.

"Yeah. Lune and Luna and the other girls eat it deliciously, so it must be something special."

What was that saying about bitter medicine?

"Right. The best medicine tastes the worst."

If I could endure just that much shame and humiliation to get stronger, what’s the difference? I recalled those shitty words I’d heard like crazy and shouted like crazy at some company dinner.

"A man takes it all in one shot!"

I did it.

...Lune and Shaitan’s words weren’t lies, and that made it even more shitty.

"Ugh, why is my body suddenly getting hot...?"

In that moment, I lost consciousness.

***

"Wake up. What are you doing during a war?"

"...?"

Something’s wrong. I definitely came to, but this isn’t where I was just before.

"Shaitan? Where’s Shaitan?"

"You’re definitely not fully awake. Do you know who I am?"

The other person lightly slapped my cheeks left and right. What kind of impudent bastard—even a male—was touching me, I thought as I looked up, and he was someone I could never forget.

"Chieftain?"

"Where’s the respect? Get up, it’s almost time for war."

"War, what do you mean—"

"You’ve come to, brother."

A familiar voice. A voice I mustn’t forget. My heart felt somehow unsettled, but I forced it down and turned my head.

"Why so awkward calling me brother? Forget it. I didn’t die, so it’s fine."

"Chieftain, I don’t think this will work. Brother seems badly hurt."

"This bastard not swearing right after waking up makes me think something’s wrong with his head?"

"...I’m fucking getting older too, can’t keep saying fuck fuck forever, can I?"

Was it because familiar people were before my eyes? The speech from my old reckless days somehow came out. The appearance of my reckless times when I lived twisted as a dungeon slave.

"I don’t know what situation this suddenly is, but tell me. I’ll listen and then make a judgment."

"Nothing much. Just wanted to tell you our legion’s finally taking the vanguard in the war with the human alliance."

"What?"

Our ’legion’?

"What legion is this?"

"You really have lost it. Ah, we’re the legion of ’Lust’."

"Who’s the legion commander?"

"Forneus."

"What the fuck?"

The curse burst out the moment I heard.

"That bitch being alive wasn’t enough, she’s got the legion commander position? Even though that flat-chested bitch only has sex in her brain, Lust... actually fits."

"Brother."

"Ugh, just thinking about that bitch makes my dick go limp. I suffered for three years and I have to hear that bitch’s voice here too? Fuck, I’m going crazy."

"Brother, calm down and listen."

Brug pressed my shoulder and spoke in a serious voice.

"...Of course the reason you came here is understandable enough, but that doesn’t mean you can insult the legion commander."

"Right, that’s also true..."

"Did you come to your senses?"

That bitch appeared. I almost threw up seeing that damn woman who wasn’t even 140cm squirming at the door.

’If I fight now, can I win?’

Though not much time had passed since escaping the dungeon, I’d become much stronger than before. I’d evolved to ★★★★ and gained the tattoo’s power too.

Of course Forneus, in her own way, was the 30th-ranked dungeon master, so she’d be stronger than Halphas, but still I had a strong will to scheme against Forneus.

’Right. Let’s kill her. Even if not the Chieftain, if Brug becomes my ally, I can definitely kill her.’

I looked around to check if there was anything to use as a weapon. And I saw a strange object on my hand.

"Oh what the fuck?"

On my left hand’s fourth finger was a ring with a purple magic stone set in a gold band. Like a nouveau riche flaunting their wealth, it was big enough to be about one finger joint, but the ring was undoubtedly genuine.

"A highest-grade magic stone in a ring...?"

"I-it’s a wedding ring, so of course!"

Forneus shrieked and got angry. Why was that? I’d thought I’d twist her neck the moment we met again, but somehow I didn’t hate it that much.

I hated it, but didn’t hate it a little. In this paradoxical feeling, I felt like I wasn’t myself.

"Wedding ring, what are you talking about? W-wait a minute."

My eyes caught Forneus’s hand. On Forneus’s tiny hand too, a golden ring that looked exactly like the one on my hand was fitted.

"Wh-what the hell does this mean?!"

"That... because you pounded too powerfully in bed, the legion commander ended up making a move."

"What?! I fucked Forneus? I married Forneus, is that what you’re saying?!"

I couldn’t help but turn pale. With Lune and all those women, I got married? To Forneus?

"A married man! I fucked and married Forneus! This makes no sense! This doesn’t make sense!"

"Yaaah!!"

Forneus’s face turned bright red as she yelled at me, but I could only cause more of a scene.

"F-fuck! How much did I eat for my belly to be sticking out?!"

"Watch your mouth! Who made it like this!"

"...Me?"

"...."

Forneus nodded with tears welling up. I sat down as my legs gave out from the sense of futility.

"This is a dream, a dream..."

What way could I definitely wake from this fantasy?

Slap!

I hit my cheeks with both hands. The fantasy was still maintained.

Thud--!

I struck my belly with both fists. The fantasy was still maintained.

"N-no! I can’t handle this reality!"

I raised my fist high. Where the fist was headed was below the belly—my cock.

"Hey!!"

"If it’s a cock that would pound Forneus, better to not have it at all, gaaah!!"

Crack.

Something struck my head. I couldn’t believe who hit my head.

"Brug... why..."

"Sleep again, brother. And legion commander."

I was forcibly laid on the bed, my arms restrained by Brug and the Chieftain.

"Please begin."

"Shi, shi. This pig bastard is really dead..."

Forneus lifted her skirt and tried to mount my cock.

"N-no...! Save me, Lune! Shaitan! A bitch smaller than Shax is trying to rape me!!!! Aaaah!!!"

Squelch.

I became someone who pounded Forneus.

Could there be anything more humiliating than this?

And what was most humiliating was...

...Forneus’s insides were better than I thought.

Damn bitch.