Lewd Dungeon Master: This Orc Is Too Damn OP!-Chapter 271: Parallel Nightmare

A really realistic dream.

Why am I certain this is a dream? Because this can’t possibly be reality.

’Showing a dungeon master a fantasy? That’s ridiculous.’

My mind can be broken. Just like Shaitan can access my dreams and create modern fantasies, my mind can be eroded or corrupted.

[Rok Grimfang Shek: ★★★★☆]

Level: 84 / 90

Species: Orc

Age: ?? years old (33 years old)

Gender: Male

Rank: Rare

Birth: Forneus’s Dungeon

Affiliation: Demon King’s Army 30th Legion Orc Tribe

Occupation: Dungeon Master (63rd rank), Legion Commander (Wrath)

But not the system. The system window clearly visible before my eyes was explicitly telling me about my existence. Even if I couldn’t trust myself, I could trust Solomon’s magic.

Then why must I be in this shitty situation?

’And fucking married to Forneus in the future? Can such a shitty situation even exist?’

I’d rather work double shifts in a sewage treatment plant. How could I become a lifelong companion with someone who treated me like a dog for three years and tormented me viciously?

’It’s a fantasy, so the inside must be great. Reality’s definitely more wrecked than Gremory.’

Fantasies are made to make the person trapped in them think it’s reality by creating nice, nice situations.

The Chieftain who was like a father who trusted me infinitely until the end, though he couldn’t accept my humanity.

Brug Stormblast who supported me in any situation and saved me from death.

The very fact that these people who might have died were alive and well, facing me, was also proof this situation wasn’t real.

’This is such a shitty situation.’

Creak, creak.

Forneus was sleeping with a satisfied expression. With the makeup faded and the poison gone from her face, she was pretty decent... or rather, so-so...

’No, her personality’s trash. Even if I acknowledge the face.’

She could have been born with water in her belly from birth, a genetic disease—but to use that to give me a terminal sentence from birth and try to kill me the moment three years passed.

Even if she was creaking on my arm naked right now, even if she’d climaxed ten times saying it was good while I was squeezed three times in cowgirl, Forneus’s existence still provoked my disgust and irritation.

’Don’t be fooled, this bitch is a total bitch.’

Though I ended up fucking her once in this fantasy, honestly speaking, I didn’t even want to touch flesh with Forneus.

’If I’d caught her in an uprising, I wouldn’t have humiliated or raped her—I’d have twisted her neck off first thing.’

Not some ridiculous situation like:

[You suffered like shit under this bitch for three years! So I’ll punish you with my cock!]

But rather:

[Bring a guillotine, fuck!]

Without touching a single hair on her body, I’d make a guillotine even if none existed and chop her head right off. I’d rather fuck slimes, unicorns, snakes, or penguins than fuck Forneus.

’But I was got. As expected, this bitch is definitely sex-crazed.’

I was reverse-raped by Forneus in cowgirl.

I was done by Forneus while Brug and the Chieftain restrained me beside us.

In other words, even with the Chieftain and Brug sitting right there, Forneus lifted her skirt and devoured me!

’As expected of the Lust Legion Commander.’

When I taught the Chieftain some debauchery techniques I only knew in my head and the Chieftain used them, Forneus was sex-crazed enough to forgive the mistake I’d made.

’Executive-class like the Chieftain were called to bed every single day.’

Is it all female dungeon masters, or is Forneus a uniquely special existence?

’More importantly, I need to figure out why this situation occurred.’

Several hypotheses came to mind.

Shaitan is showing me a nightmare.

The last place I drank semen-fluid was the location Shaitan created, so maybe there’s some kind of method in there.

Of course, the possibility of Shaitan doing that is low, but if it’s really true, I’d have to reconsider my relationship with Shaitan. If she showed me this nightmare as a joke, I’d have to think differently about Shaitan.

’I’d at least forgive her if she’d made a nightmare about sitting through corporate training seminars forever.’

Making a nightmare about getting fucked by Forneus of all things? Daughter of the Demon King or not, this is an unforgivable joke.

’So option 1 absolutely shouldn’t happen.’

Plausible enough but the worst assumption. Thinking of my relationship with Shaitan, I came up with another assumption.

’...I have no idea at all!’

I have absolutely no clue. If there were at least some hint, if the system showed a message like [Quest Occurred!], I could at least understand, but I had no idea what happened to me.

What I currently know are three things.

First. Forneus’s chest is a perfect cliff. I turned my body toward Forneus sleeping beside me and placed my hand on what was assumed to be a chest.

"Mmm..."

Mmm? Did she feel something just from placing my hand on a spot no different from her belly? A chest smaller than a 3cm-after-erection man was a wasteland.

’Can you even call it a chest if you can’t do a paizuri?’

Shax can at least pretend to do a paizuri—when I place my cock, she can at least create a gentle V-shape. But Forneus was no different from rubbing my cock on the floor.

’Can’t call it a chest. There is no chest.’

Even insects are divided into head, thorax, and abdomen, but Forneus had a miraculous body structure divided into just head, belly, and legs. My chest with firm muscles was bigger.

’Come to think of it, even when doing cowgirl, she kept her top on.’

Luna and Lime’s figures suddenly came to mind. When doing cowgirl, the sound of breasts bouncing was louder than the water squelching, so I had to support them with my hands for them to move their hips comfortably.

’Did she dump all the talent that should’ve gone to her chest down below?’

The second fact I’ve discovered so far.

Forneus was a famous instrument.

Most appropriate to say she invested all points that should’ve gone to chest armor into her pussy. Despite her small frame, Forneus easily accepted my huge cock and swallowed it to the root.

’It was incredible though.’

Though I vowed not to move my hips myself and actually did so, sexual arousal wasn’t something I could control, separate from my movements, and I ended up cumming.

Forneus was amazing enough to squeeze me three times before I could even exercise patience. Forneus was as amazing as Lune’s virginity I’d taken just hours ago.

’Wonder how amazing she was before becoming a slut.’

The fox at the vineyard gave up on the grapes saying they’d be sour since it couldn’t eat them, but if it had eaten one grape rolling on the ground, would it have given up on grapes?

’Once you’ve had a taste of the forbidden, there’s no turning back.’

Same thing. I’d already tasted Forneus, even if just in a fantasy. Though it’d be forgotten eventually if enough time passed, for now I wouldn’t forget that tightly squeezing sensation.

’So what do I do? Catch Forneus and fuck her to death?’

Who knows what’ll happen if I mobilize even the tattoo’s power. If I strangled Forneus sleeping comfortably right now, she’d die without using her proud magic.

’I have enough strength.’

My current level is 84. I could clearly see the effects of drinking highest-grade semen-fluid.

The third fact I learned. Semen-fluid worked, and I got stronger. Don’t know exactly how much stronger, but with this level plus the tattoo’s power, I could compete with Brug.

"...."

I stroked my finger to activate the tattoo. Red light slowly rose, and I carefully reached toward Forneus’s neck.

"Mmm... awake? Yaaawn."

"...."

I stopped moving. An awkward pose, but I could hide my intent appropriately.

"Just a sec, yaaawn."

Forneus yawned and moved her head below my waist. Moving at a familiar angle, she familiarly pulled down my pants—just like Lune in the early morning.

"What are you doing?"

"Morning routine. Gonna drink elixir. Mmm."

Forneus got straight to the point, stripped my pants and took my cock in her mouth.

"Ngh?!"

I had no time to say this bitch is crazy.

"Slurp, suck, sluuurp, puha."

Forneus smacked her lips and focused her attack on my glans and urethra. Making her tongue like a hook and scraping under the glans where smegma builds up, my mind flew away.

"Gulp, mmm, haah."

My mind was getting hazy, but Forneus’s eyes looked slightly sleepy. Despite being half-asleep, Forneus started fellating my cock like a habit.

’Don’t tell me this one does morning fellatio too?’

Just as I’d taught Lune and Eila, had Forneus also mastered dawn fellatio service? Even serving me while half-asleep herself.

’But she’s too good at it.’

"Mmm, fuaah. ...."

Forneus’s movement using her tongue to lick my entire glans suddenly stopped. I stayed still wondering if I’d done something wrong, and Forneus also stayed still.

...Snore, snore.

"Huh?"

Forneus fell back asleep with my cock in her mouth.

’What’s happening right now?’

She woke up from sleep and did fellatio like it was natural, that fellatio is as amazing as the fellatio master Lune’s, and with that skill she tries to make me cum once more but falls asleep with it in her mouth?

"...Fuck, even I don’t know anymore."

If it’s fantasy Forneus, and if this is what she’s like now, can’t I do whatever I want? I’m not someone who refuses a set table.

’Let’s think comfortably.’

That fucking bitch who tormented me for three years and tried to kill me and this sexy demon woman before my eyes are different existences.

[That woman.]

[Forneus.]

"...That’s better."

I decided to thoroughly distinguish between the fantasy Forneus with a ring on her finger before my eyes and that woman in reality. When would Forneus wake from sleep?

"...."

If my cock’s erection doesn’t go down, she’ll keep sleeping with the glans touching her palate. I had no choice but to grab Forneus’s waist and lift her up in one motion.

"...Know that you’re alive because I’m a Ras apostle, you thing."

I’d caught on to the feelings Forneus had for me. Before taking my cock in her mouth, the look in Forneus’s eyes as she gazed at me was exactly the same as when Lune looked at me.

’Why are you making me feel gross?’

As an incarnation of Ras, I felt too sorry to treat harshly a woman who wanted me.

’Should’ve spewed curses like in reality the moment we met—your belly fat’s disgusting, unpleasant.’

If so, I would’ve started by snapping her neck 180 degrees, but the current me flipped Forneus’s body 180 degrees to make her lie prone on top of me.

Creak, creak.

"...Sleep well. Dead to the world."

I’d vaguely figured out the identity of the world I was experiencing. Just a hypothesis for now, but at least the most likely possibility.

’Is this that parallel world thing I only heard about?’

A future where I didn’t escape the dungeon.

A future where Forneus became the Lust Legion Commander and I became Forneus’s companion.

...A future where my belly fat disappeared.

I gently lifted Forneus and stroked my belly pressed against Forneus’s belly with my hand. Right here was the culprit that made me intuit this situation wasn’t reality.

’Got a six-pack, oh yeah.’

The thick ham hunk that Lune sometimes enjoyed resting on top of me lying down had disappeared somewhere. Instead, abs split like chocolate were firmly in place.

’This would never happen to me.’

Even after three years of that suffering and exercising, the belly fat didn’t go away. So even if it’s the future, there was a high probability my belly fat wouldn’t go away.

"...."

But what if I lived a lifetime here? If I lived thinking this was reality?

’That can’t happen.’

That would mean denying everything I’d built up until now. Therefore I’ll find a way to escape this world as much as possible.

’The rule is that an orc’s mate is an elf after all.’

To be my lifelong companion, Forneus had too fatal a flaw.

"No matter what, she’s not smaller than Shax."

Even three Forneuses gathered together couldn’t dare compare to Shax.