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Thanks to various redesigns, I ended up with only one unused goblin left. He also had an injury, making him unable to even be at the basic combat ability of a goblin. Rather than throwing him away wastefully, I had chosen to keep him in reserves, mostly sending him out to clean up messes and move things. Since then, he had spent the last few months as a workhorse, doing all the dirty jobs I didn’t want to do, including cleaning up the waste left over from the girls when they used my dungeon as a bathroom.

It wasn’t glorious work, but justified his existence. However, I had a certain fondness for him. After all, the goblin was the first mob I took over, and I had been inside a goblin when I had lost my virginity. Although goblins were small, ugly, and smelly, I found myself identifying with the goblin. Women had also called me ugly and smelly in my previous life, and if I was being honest, my penis size wasn’t all that much bigger either.

So, to see a goblin to score with a beautiful heroine, it made me think back to all the bitches who shunned me in my former life. I decided not to inhabit the goblin and to let him do his thing. I gave him the orders to humiliate and violate her. He could do anything as long as he didn’t kill her. I was a little worried that he wouldn’t know what to do, but the goblin turned out to be just as much of a pervert as I ever was, and he didn’t hesitate to start feeling her up.

However, just because I was going to let him have his way didn’t mean I wouldn’t watch. As he ran his hands over her breasts and ass, I could see that her skin was incredibly smooth, and she seemed to be wearing a tight blouse that showed off her body. I could see why the goblin was so aroused, his little goblin dick poking out from his untied pants. Even I was starting to get a little turned on by her, especially on all fours with her pants down and her naked ass in the air.

She was struggling against his grasp, but the slime monster had her hands and knees locked solid. Her struggling did cause her clothing to pull down more in the slime and reveal more of her legs and the bottom of her cleavage, but the goblin couldn’t care less about the clothing. He pulled the shirt up over her boobs and grabbed them with his hands, squeezing them tightly. Her small clothes rode up, revealing her naked breasts.

She screamed as the goblin began pinching her nipples. It was an erotic scream that was full of anger and frustration, but it was also a scream of pleasure. As the goblin pinched her nipples and squeezed her tits, the heroine started panting, trying to suppress her pleasure. However, it was no use. Despite her best attempts, her mouth was open wide and she was letting out erotic gasps.

She was still trying to resist. She was bucking and thrashing, trying to throw him off her. I could see her panting as the goblin leaned into her ear and licked the side of her face. She tried to turn her head away, but her eyes ended up landing on his penis. Her eyes went wide as she saw the three-inch erection.  At that moment, the goblin grabbed her hair and stood in front of her.

The heroine’s head was jerked forward, and before she knew it, the tip of the goblin’s dick was touching her lips. I could tell she was repulsed, but the goblin’s grip was strong, and he wasn’t going to let her go. He held her head and rubbed his dick across her lips. She turned her head and tried to bite his dick, but he was too quick and pulled it out of the way. Even I felt anxious at the dangerous game of his.

However, the gobline was persistent. The girl couldn’t escape, and she was forced to look at the throbbing cock, the precum dripping down the shaft. I could tell she was giving up resisting. Her shoulders seemed to sag and she closed her eyes like she was accepting fate. The goblin didn’t wait and shoved his dick into her mouth. I could tell she was disgusted, but he didn’t care. The girl was still fighting, but it wasn’t enough. The goblin grabbed her head and thrust forward, pushing his dick in.

Her face contorted in disgust and frustration as the goblin’s dick slid down her throat. She had been resisting so hard, but now it was no use. There was nothing she could do. She was completely under his control.

I could hear the girl gagging, her throat convulsing around his dick. The goblin kept his hand on her head, forcing her to bob up and down. Even though she was trying to fight it, I could tell she was starting to give in. She was starting to suck on it.

I could hear her grunting, her eyes starting to roll back in her head. Her tongue started to wrap around the shaft. It was an erotic sight.

Her eyes were starting to glaze over, and the sound of her slurping could be heard throughout the cave. The goblin was starting to moan, his face twisting in pleasure. I could see his balls starting to tighten.

The goblin was close. See, it wasn’t just my fault for losing it so early. Goblins just had low stamina. The girl had stopped gagging and was eagerly bobbing her head. Her eyes were glassy, and she had a distant expression, but she grew more enthusiastic. The goblin moaned, and his body stiffened. He shot his load down her throat, and I could see her swallowing every drop.

When the goblin was done, he licked her face, and I was shocked to see her tongue come out. The two ended up tongue-kissing. It was an erotic sight, and I couldn’t help but wish I had a cock to rub. Unfortunately, I could only spy on such a scene in my spectator mode. I’d need a monster in this room if I wanted to satisfy myself. I felt bad at the idea of taking the goblin after promising to give him this. The only other creature in the room was the slime, which was still holding her in place.

The goblin pulled back, and I could see his dick already starting to stiffen again. He pulled down his pants and then finished stripping her naked. He went behind her, but the girl lifted her butt in anticipation, displaying her ass and pussy for him, even though her tits dipped into the slime, holding her chest down. It was like she had thrown away all pretense to indulge in pleasure.

The goblin’s dick was already fully erect, and the girl didn’t even have a moment’s hesitation before he shoved it into her pussy. The goblin had a small dick, and her vagina was already wet and dripping, but her body still tensed up at the sudden insertion.

Her face twisted in pain and ecstasy, and I could see the goblin’s hips thrusting into her ass. I was getting turned on by the scene. Thankfully, my spectator mode was able to bring me anywhere in the dungeon, so I was able to slide under her and get a perfect view of her tight cunnie getting violated by goblin dick. Thankfully, I had no corporal body, so all the liquids linking down didn’t touch me. I also imagined the smell wasn’t all that great.

  The goblin was slamming his hips into her, his balls slapping against her clit. I could see her pussy tightening around him, and I wondered if she was about to cum. He continued thrusting, and the girl started moaning. It was like her body was moving on its own.

Her legs started shaking, and her eyes rolled back. The girl’s back arched, and her tits were lifted into the slime, the cool goo sticking to her nipples. She started panting, her breath coming in short bursts. The goblin kept pounding, and her moans grew louder.

Her entire body was shaking, and her voice was rising in pitch. Her pussy clenched around the goblin’s dick, and her legs tightened.

The girl threw her head back and screamed. Her eyes rolled back, and her body convulsed. Her orgasm was powerful, and her body shook. The slime monster held her arms and legs, so she was only able to move her waist, but her hips were bucking and thrashing. Her ass and pussy slammed into the goblin’s groin.

Her screams were loud and echoing, and she thrashed and bucked, her body spasming. It was a sight to behold. Her golden liquids reigned down into my view. I even opened my mouth to catch them, but realized I had no mouth. Instead, her naughty liquids ended up splashing the slime.

As her orgasm subsided, the goblin was still thrusting. His hips were going faster, and he was grunting. I could see the muscles in his legs and ass flexing, and his balls were slapping against her clit. Although he had an injury, he ignored it when it came to free pussy.

Her eyes were still rolling back in her head, and her tongue was lolling out. Her face was flushed, and her body was covered in sweat. I could see the goosebumps on her skin.

The goblin was close. His thrusting was growing erratic, and his balls were tightening. The girl’s moans were growing louder, and she was grinding her ass into his groin.

The girl’s whole body was tensing, and she was clenching her teeth. She was moaning, her voice rising in pitch. The goblin’s balls were tightening, and I could see his face was starting to twist. With a final thrust, the goblin slammed his hips into her ass, and the girl’s whole body shuddered.

His balls tightened, and his cum was shooting into her pussy. I could see his dick twitching and his cum was shooting deep inside her. The girl’s eyes were rolling back, and her tongue was lolling out. It was like she was drunk. I could see the cum pouring out of her pussy, and her ass was trembling.

The goblin was grunting and groaning, and his cock was throbbing inside her. He was pumping his cum into her pussy, and I left before the cum started dripping down. I was okay being in her splash zone, but I didn’t want the visual of goblin cum squiring at me, even if it didn’t touch.

When the goblin finished having his way, he stood up and then exited the room through the hidden chamber he had used to enter it in the first place. Then, the slime released her. There was a drain at the bottom of his pit, so he was able to use that to retreat. The archer remained there, her butt in the air, a vacant look in her eyes, and cum dripping out of her pussy for a good ten minutes.

She finally shook her head as if coming out of her daze. Licking her lips, she reached out and opened the chest. Inside was a pair of leather leggings, the next part of the armor. She shook silently, but still grabbed the item and got dressed, cleaning herself up the best she could. The door was open, so she started her retreat. She only got halfway down the hallway when her teammates appeared around the corner.

“Ah! There you are! We ended up going the whole way before we realized you were missing!” The leader cried out. “What happened?”

“I-I found…” She could barely get it out.

“What the hell? Why do you smell like goblin jizz?” The white mage sniffed.

The archer’s eyes flashed. “Why do you know what that smell’s like?”

Her words were enough to cause the tension to be broken. However, the black mage gave her a side look, seemingly noticing her dazed expression. She didn’t say anything though, and the archer was tied back up to the others and they returned to the beginning of the level. They had already set up ropes, so the next time they returned they could just pass the entire level by pulling themselves along the rope quickly.

Of course, I could remove the rope, just like I could remove the planks they left over the pits, but such a thing would increase the difficulty of the dungeon, and their likelihood to quit, or so Misty told me. As the group left the dungeon again, the leader seemed even more enthusiastic than before. After all, they had already acquired three pieces of armor from a matched set. 

They already found the helmet, the boots, and the leggings. All they needed were three more, and they’d have the whole set, which sold for ten times as much as the individual parts. Helmets, boots, leggings, breastpieces, fauld, and vambraces were the basics of an armor set in this world. Of course, there could be other additions such as weapons, shields, and wristguards that matched a set of armor, but these weren’t necessarily to say you had a matched set.

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“Ah!”

“Wh-why are you up?”

After finishing her fun with the tentacle monster, the mage went to return to the camp like nothing had happened, only to encounter the archer, who looked like she was preparing to enter the dungeon, even donning her armor. She had been focused on dressing, so she didn’t notice the mage exiting from the entrance of the dungeon.

“Nothing. I’m just…going to check the perimeter!” The archer announced, but then her eyes narrowed. “What are you doing up?”

“Me?” The mage’s voice squeaked. “Nothing! I had to… relieve myself.”

Her face turned red, but the archer couldn’t see it too well in the dying embers of the fire they had set the evening before.

“Oh, I-in that case… I’ll leave you to it.”

Both women, not wanting to be caught, quickly minded their own business. The mage jumped back into her bedding, her pussy wet and throbbing still from the lingering orgasms. She let out a sigh of satisfaction and quickly fell asleep. Meanwhile, the frustrated archer went out and did what she said she would do as to not create suspicion. However, she only did a single pass before checking and making sure the other girls were asleep, and then slipped into the dungeon.

Like the previous heroine, she worked her way down, although she was a bit more cautious with her armor and her bow in hand. She ventured deeper than the other girl, returning all the way to the level of ice. She then grabbed the ropes and pulled herself down the hallway. When she reached the path, she naturally headed for the treasure room. Upon entering the room, she frowned to see that the “trap” was still depressed. The trap door that put her in the slime was still open the small pit revealed. Even after stomping on it twice, nothing changed.

When she realized she wasn’t getting what she was looking for, she began to look around the room, feeling the walls for the trap door that the goblin had entered from.

“Come on… little goblin.” She muttered anxiously. “I won’t hurt you…”

I couldn’t help but watch her thoughtfully. If I had a chin, I would have been stroking it in contemplation. Normally, I wasn’t the most trusting guy. The reasonable belief would be that she returned with the hope of claiming revenge. If I was a woman who had just faced the embarrassment of being used as a toy by some ugly creature, I might want to kill it in retribution too.

However, the mage had opened up my eyes up a bit. She kept returning to the tentacle monster every night for sexual release. I could write one girl off as a fluke, but two girls becoming seduced by my monsters? It seemed unlikely. The only reason the mage had even got her chance to show her perversion was because I had no other choice. When it came to the tentacle monster, it had no means of protecting itself. I hadn’t done anything because if the mage had been intent on destroying it, there was nothing I could do. However, when the came to the goblin, I could keep him from her wrath simply by not resetting the trap.

Yet, if this archer was as slutty as her mage friend, there was no reason for this. Thus, I was conflicted on how I wanted to proceed.

After about fifteen minutes of failing to find the secret door, the archer looked around briefly, and then closing her eyes, she started to strip. Once all of her clothing and armor was on the floor, she got on all fours. She then started to wag her behind.

“Please… Mr. Goblin… I’m waiting…” Her voice broke as she spoke, almost like she was hating herself for being forced to go this far.

I still hesitated. It was a convincing show, certainly, but it could be a trap. She might still be luring my goblin out for death! Since she had already thrown all modesty out the door, this was a money trap. Did my thoughts come off as unhinged? Hardly! I was a top commenter on certain banned discussion sites. I had heard countless horror stories of the extent women would go to ruin hard-working, innocent men. Poking holes in condoms, filing fake assault charges, and using sex to trick a man into losing half his shit, women were capable of all of it!

“Gra gru gar…” The goblin suddenly spoke.

“Hmm? What’s that?”

“Gooo… Ra…. Ra…. Gu…”

“You want me to let you in? You want to take your chances with the honey trap?”

“Gra… goo…. Gra…”

“I see… so you’re a man of culture.” I sighed. “I suppose whether man or monster, we all must make that choice to risk sticking it in crazy. What men must do in pursuit of pussy…”

I gave him a salute of honor, opening up the path so he could enter her room. He stepped inside, pulling out his dick as the door shut behind him. Thankfully, my worries were for nothing. Of course, I watched. I too, was a man of culture. She even gave him a kiss when they were done. As she got dressed and returned to the camp before the sun began to rise, I couldn’t help but approach Misty.

Although she didn’t have a front row seat like me, she had at least some awareness of what was happening. “Are all women like this in your world?”

Misty’s face turned slightly pink. “Our heroine ranking isn’t just a measure of our physical strength, but our mental strength as well.

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The girls returned to the dungeon entrance to camp for the night and then began their journey again. This seemed to be their strategy. They would progress a little bit, learn all the tricks and traps, and then progress a little further. This method of dungeon running was certainly different from the previous team I had encountered. It wasted a lot of time, but I didn’t particularly mind that. My dungeon points were going up much faster this entire week thanks to their presence.

Since I had so many extra points, and they even had left the dungeon for a time, I was able to make purchases. I ended up making a few small modifications on level three and level four, just to keep things interesting.

The party got up in the morning and then began their seventh trek into the dungeon. They used the bridges they had constructed to quickly pass the first floor, and then when they reached the second floor, they encountered one or two rats. I figured it’d be unbelievable if they just encountered no rats from then on, so I acted like rats were still being produced but at a diminished pace. Either way, the number was low enough that they could knock them out quickly and then continue with their journey.

“Ah, was this here before?” The leader finally noticed the alcove with the tentacle monster inside.

“Th-that’s where I found the helmet!” The mage cried out immediately. “There is nothing else there!”

The girls gave her a strange look, causing her face to turn red, but they ultimately accepted her words and continued. As they passed the tentacle trap, the mage kept a wide berth, eyeing it uneasily. The tentacles wouldn’t come out of hiding unless someone was in the alcove, so the party had no way of seeing the monster, and without an item on display in the alcove, no one had any reason to push themselves into that space anyway. The mage only let out a breath as they finally headed down to the next floor.

Before they had left the previous day, the party had already surveyed and discussed how they wanted to tackle the third level. They didn’t decide on a boat like the last group. They hadn’t noticed the caustic nature of the slime yet. They just thought it was slippery, so they planned to treat the ice like they were going ice climbing. That was to say that while waiting at camp they used their available daggers and attached them with rope to create rudimentary pickaxes. They were only able to construct three, so they tied a rope around their waists to create one long chain, and then the people in front got the pickaxes. As they crawled, the stronger ones in front would pull along the weaker ones in the back.

The mage, being smaller and having the least strength, was assigned to the back, but her trauma from being left behind the day before seemed to surface, and she threw a fit about being last until the archer agreed to take her place. Like that, the group continued forward the leader in front, followed by the healer, the mage, and then the archer. Although the archer had more arm strength than the white mage, her somewhat impressive chest made her quite top-heavy, and the other girls didn’t want to drag her around.

“S-sorry…” She looked like she wanted to cry as the other girls glared at her. “I’ll pull my weight.”

The mage, in particular, seemed to be rather displeased while looking at her chest and comparing it to her own.

The result was that the women began their horizontal ice climb. Since they had prepared ahead of time, they were dressed in warmer gear than the previous party, and with the picks, they were able to have quite a bit of control. If even these guys could handle this pace this intelligently, I couldn’t think about how foolishly Misty and Diamond had challenged it back then.

“M-master…” Misty twisted slightly when she noticed me eyeing her. “Did I do something?”

“Never mind.” I shook my head, not wanting to offend her.

Unlike Diamond who deserved to be put down, Misty was far too pleasant to be around.

“Damn it.” The girl in the front began to curse in annoyance. “This goo is making it hard to hold onto the pickaxes.”

She had been moving ahead with ease, but as goo inevitably covered the pickaxes, the handles became slick and difficult to hold, making their progress slow down. At that point, the group came upon the split path. After some deliberation, the leader decided to keep going straight. I whistled. This was going to be a doozy.

“Eh… we’re going faster? Ahhh!”

After heading around the bend, the slope started to turn slightly downward. It didn’t require too much extra DP to just change the room’s elevation slightly. In this case, I made it so that if someone went down the wrong path, they would end up sliding the rest of the way. The entire party ended up slamming into the far wall, the dead end of that hallway, before they even realized they had gone the wrong way.

I realized with Misty that as soon as they saw the dead end, they would just turn back, making that last fifty meters of hallway practically useless. I thought about using a treasure chest to lure them there, but considering everything, I decided to make it a slope instead was the best way to maximize the hallway’s use.

“If it had been like this back when we came, we would have been likely trapped there for some time.” Misty couldn’t help but shiver.

For the wrong party, this trap would be enough to wipe them out, but on the surface, it wasn’t even really a trap, and wouldn’t register as one on the Dungeonco scanners. Either way, the Unbroken Bond wasn’t a party that would be trapped by this.

“This dungeon…” The White mage rubbed her butt which had hit the wall hard.  

“Is it an F-rank dungeon?” The ranger couldn’t help but ask again.   

“We’ve already gotten two magic items. As an F-rank group, what are the chances we’d be able to raise enough to buy a magic item?” The leader demanded.

The other girls looked away, slightly ashamed expressions on their faces.

“We were just saying… it’s hard.” The ranger looked a bit ashen.

“If dungeons were easy, then everyone would do them!” The leader glared.

“Why don’t we take what we’ve gotten so far and leave?” The mage asked. “It’s a good haul.”

“You want to give up like that?” The leader glared at the others. “There is more treasure! I know it!”

“I’m just… tired.” The mage looked down, not willing to show the embarrassed expression on her face.

“Alright, fine, let’s have a vote.” The leader declared. “Two magic items, if we sell them, we’ll eat well for a month. However, if we keep going, we could potentially find a complete set. The boots and the helmet match. If we had the whole set, they sell for five times the price of the individual parts. If we can find the rest of this set, then we can make enough to live pretty for a year!”

The white mage pulled the two items out of the sack they had them in and looked at them carefully. “Ah! Y-you’re right! The helmet and the boots do appear to match.”

I couldn’t help but scratch my cheek awkwardly. They technically matched in that they were all just part of the steel armor set. I did that because it was the only armor I could afford that also had hard enough material to easily transcribe. I made it all a set for aesthetic reasons. I hadn’t realized that a complete set went for more money.

“So then, raise your hand if you want to walk away with just this.” The leader pointed at the two items.

“I do…” The mage raised her hand.

“And who wants to keep going?” She raised her hand, followed by the other two. “Sorry, outvoted.”

The mage bit her lip but otherwise didn’t fight back. I took a breath of relief. I was worried that I had pushed things too far and that they would end their journey early. Thankfully, their greed was still enough to keep them going. The girls, used their pickaxes and managed to climb back out of the decline, then returned to the side path. However, rather than taking it, they took out a nail and hammered it into the ice, then tied a rope to it and returned to the beginning. It was clear they planned to use the rope to bring themselves there quickly the next day.

The party left the third floor and started back to the entrance once again. The mage girl, in particular, had her head down in resignation. When they passed the alcove on the 2^nd floor, she stopped all of a sudden. Although they had removed the rope holding each other together, they still noticed this time.

“I… need to do something.” The mage spoke quietly, holding her arm. “Go ahead, I’ll be fifteen minutes.”

“Ew… you can’t wait until you’re outside? You have to do it in here?” The archer asked. “It’s like a twenty-minute walk.”

The mage’s face turned red. “I-I can’t! Please just go ahead.”

The girls made faces, but they continued with their walk. I was a bit curious, but not that curious. I knew that people had to do their business, inside of a dungeon or not. It just seemed like they might be misunderstanding her intentions. She waited until they were far ahead of her, and then cautiously turned back and walked over to the alcove. I frowned slightly, wondering if she was looking to get revenge. She was a mage, so a well-placed fireball could probably take care of the monster. They weren’t all that expensive, but it still would suck if she did it. I couldn’t help but tense.

That’s when something unexpected happened. She took over her clothing, stripping naked. Shaking slightly in the cold dungeon, she stepped into the alcove.

“P-Please, be gentle.” She whimpered.

My mouth fell open as the tentacles came out and wrapped around her. She didn’t fight them as they bound her against the wall. Even though I wasn’t controlling them, the tentacles still seemed to do roughly the same things I would have done, exploring her body before ultimately entering her insides. She kept her eyes closed the entire time, but she let out pants and moans as she let the tentacles violate her. This time, I remembered to collect the cumshot into a vial. I then took that vial and made it part of a treasure chest hidden in an alcove at the bottom of the decline.

That way, the next time someone fell in that decline, the treasure would keep their greed up, so they wouldn’t have that crisis of wanting to flee. The dungeon could waste people’s time, but it needed to have awards too to keep them interested. It was a whole balancing act that I needed to get better at.

Meanwhile, ten minutes later, the naked mage stumbled out of the alcove after I made the tentacles release her. Her nipples were swollen and puffy, her mouth was chapped, and her pussy was gaped and leaking. She quickly got dressed, and then gave a slight nod to the tentacle monster.

“Thank you.” her face cutely turned red and she turned and ran off to catch up to her party which was already on the first floor.

I couldn’t help but stare in wide-eyed wonder. Misty seemed to notice and so she spoke up.

“I told you, Master. Those who chose to enter dungeons are missing something. Wealth, fame, excitement, pleasure… these are the things that drive a woman to become a heroine. If you can provide even one of these, you’ll have a heroine for life.”

“Fame?” I blinked.

Her face turned slightly pink. “There are some dungeons that sport challenges, and some heroines gain titles for accomplishing certain feats in a dungeon.”

I metaphorically scratched my nonexistent chin. Her words had started to give me some more ideas. With the girls out of the dungeon, I started to make a few more changes. Let’s see what the audience thought of that.

The next morning, while the girls were putting their warm clothing from the day before back on, that was when they finally noticed there were holes in some of them. Since it was far thicker clothing than whatever Misty and Diamond had been wearing, it had managed to last the night, but it still managed to dissolve. The ropes were also partially dissolved, but it wasn’t obvious unless someone was specifically looking for it, and these girls didn’t even bother to check before heading back into the dungeon.

They reached the third floor in record time. As the mage past the alcove with the tentacle monster, she blushed slightly, but otherwise, she continued with the rest of the girls. They created their little climbing group again, and using the rope, they quickly reached the mid-section. She tied a second rope to the nail, likely to help them come back, and then they began their horizontal climb through the side hallway.

The leader was too focused on climbing to notice the treasure room, but the archer who was in the back and the lookout ended up seeing it. Her eyes grew wide as soon as she saw the treasure chest. It was a treasure chest and not Sandy. Sandy nearly died when it was Misty, and we didn’t want to take the risk. Plus, it was possible by now that Sandy’s death had already spread through Braile, so her appearance might be too suspicious. The archer looked up at the three climbing ahead, and I could see a flash of greed in her expression. Like the mage before her, she seemed to want to claim the treasure for her own. She carefully slid out of her rope binding, leaving her backpack tied to it so that there was still a weight there.

The leader at the front had two pickaxes, but the third pickaxe was given to her. The reasoning seemed to be that should a monster appear in front of them, she might need to retreat quickly by pulling them the other way. In some ways, it made more sense than their original setup where the mages were dragged along like an inconvenience.

Once she was free, she began to head down the short hallway into the treasure room. Although the treasure room was ice like the hallways, she was so used to crawling that she just kept doing it. She crawled toward the treasure chest quickly, intending to snag the treasure and return it before anyone saw her. She reached the chest and opened it, but as soon as she opened the chest, a mechanism triggered and the ground around her gave out.

She let out a cry, but she didn’t fall far, in fact, she fell onto something soft. Her knees and legs seemed to have fallen into a small alcove only about a foot deep. She seemed to have been expecting something more deadly for a trap. She didn’t even bruise her leg. Letting out a sigh of relief, she reached out to grab the lid of the treasure chest, but that’s when she stopped. Her legs felt like they were buried in molasses. She tried to pull out, and then she tried again, but her legs seemed to be jammed. She looked down into the small pit she was kneeling in, and it was filled with some kind of blue goo. That goo was very similar to the goo spread all over the ice.

Of course, although she couldn’t recognize it, she was kneeling in the source of all the levels goo. It was the slime that I had cut open, spilled the guts out of, and then allowed to heal countless times to create my slippery level. Although the slime couldn’t feel pain, I felt a bit bad for using it all the time and then abandoning it in a corner. I originally thought I had killed it, but apparently, it had just gone dormant from lack of nutrients. Misty had shown me that upon feeding it some rats, it was able to return to its previous state. The rat king had to sacrifice a few rats now and then to keep the slime healthy, but there were always more rats.

The archer was struggling more and more, finally realizing she was trapped, but that was when the second part of the trap played out. A door opened up, and a certain form stepped out. When the archer saw them, her expression turned white. It was a goblin! Goblins were about the limit for a group like hers. An F-rank heroine could probably defeat a goblin. That was about the standard. It’d be roughly an even fight. Except, she didn’t have her bow, leaving it with her backpack so she could move faster.

She recalled she had the pickaxe, but just as she moved to grab it, the goblin kicked it away from her. This was my one remaining goblin, who had mostly been cleanup staff. I decided to put him into the rotation as well. He was the only survivor of his tribe, and he had been turned into basically cleanup staff, so this was his boon.

“N-no…” The archer cried in disbelief. “P-please don’t kill me?”

The archer was so terrified that she peed right there, liquid leaking down onto the slime, which seemed to soak it up to my disgust.

“Gragaga…” The goblin spoke in gibberish before walking up to the archer.

He then grabbed her tattered pants and pulled them down, revealing her ass and pussy. A moment later, he had his little goblin dick out. No, my traps weren’t the types that killed you. However, that didn’t mean that by the end, you wouldn’t be fucked.

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The next morning, I finished up my morning routine of inscription. I made another pair of boots to replace the pair they took. It left me anxious seeing the other pair picked up. Of course, the girls were returning, so there was still a chance they could be defeated and I’d get my items back, but it still left an empty place in setup.

I didn’t put the new pair back yet, as it’d be a real shame if the girls somehow raided the same spot twice. I was just comforted in knowing that if the girls left the dungeon, I’d be able to replace them. I thought about changing locations though. I had put them in the final put expecting everyone to pass them. After all, I had already three previous pits to make them extremely cautious, and with the pit before it, the item couldn’t be seen from the pit edge.

The only way someone would see it is if they put a bridge across and happened to look down right at the end. Of course, there was a thought that they might suddenly see a treasure and stop causing their friends behind to run into them, or they’d lose their balance in the excitement and fall. Either way, I never would have guessed someone would have just jumped right on top of it.

In the end, there was no better spot for them. The 1^st level was simply too simple in design. I’d have to redesign it if I wanted to be able to hide treasure better. It was fine thought, the boots were the cheapest of armor pieces in my dungeon store, mostly because they faced the greatest wear and needed to be replaced the most often. It was supply and demand. So, I had left it on the cheapest piece on the first floor on purpose, but it sounded like leaving a treasure of that value on the first floor was still unexpected. I’d have to consider changing it, but there were few things cheaper than leather boots.

As the Unbroken Bond passed the entrance into my dungeon, they still spoke excitedly about their find while talking of eagerly finding more. The next stop would be the 2^nd floor. After marking each of the previous pitfalls on the map, they were able to pass them without too much trouble. For the final one, they used a rope, climbed down, climbed up the other side, and then back down and up instead of taking any risks jumping.

Either way, the group finally made it to the second floor by about noon. After taking a break to eat and celebrate, they continued to the second floor. They walked forward, only a slightly bit more mindful of pitfalls. They had torches and were taking a step at a time forward into the darkness.

“What was that?” One of the girls asked. “I heard something.”

“I-it’s nothing.” The leader tried to reassure her, although there was fear in her voice.

There were scurrying noises in the dark. It was causing these girls to grow more and more panicked. An animal was letting out a squeak. The four girls cried out, nearly jumping into each other’s arms.

“What’s that!” One of the girls pointed into the darkness ahead of them.

A pair of beady red eyes opened. Then more eyes, and more besides. Soon, over a dozen beady eyes were gazing at them.

“T-t-t-to arms!” The leader tried and failed to pull her sword twice before finally succeeding on the third try.

The archer fumbled to an arrow in her bow. Meanwhile, the one in black started to chant something under her breath. The women let out screams and then charged the eyes which turned into oversized rats. Each rat was nearly the size of a cat. The archer let loose her arrow, and the leader swung her sword. Soon, a ball of fire shot out, nearly hitting the leader before exploding above the heads of the rats. Even the healer had a staff which she was wildly swinging around without regard.

When the first rat fell, the remaining rats let out squeaks of rage and then attacked. Thus became an epic battle.

“Die! Die you filthy creatures!”

“Ah! It bit my finger! It bit me!”

“Stay away! Stay away! Eeek!”

The girls fought the rats valiantly, but even with the rat king not participating, the rats held their own. The rats didn’t fight that aggressively, and the four heroines were hurting themselves and each other as much as they hurt the rats. The archer missed an arrow and it thudded into the armor of the leader, The healer wildly throwing her staff ended up striking the mage who cast the fireball. That fireball had blinded the girls in front, preventing their initial charge from being as effective. After everything happened, the girls ended up fleeing.

I tensed slightly, a bit worried as the girls fled up to the first floor, and passed the pitfalls which they jumped over a bit more aggressively, narrowly falling in a few times before making it back out to the dungeon entrance. I feared I had pushed things too far. If they fled, then their extra points would come to an end. Sure, I had made enough in the three days they had been here already to make up for the boots two times over, but I still needed a lot more if I was going to start redesigning my dungeon.

The healer used her spell to heal the leader who had been shot with the arrow. Only the tip had gotten passed the armor and into her shoulder, but now she had a small hole in her armor around the shoulder. The rest could only patch up and use balms for the innumerable mouse bites. They ended up making camp. I expected them to leave come the morning, but the next day I awoke to hear them cutting down logs.

I could only watch helplessly as they brought logs into the dungeon and used them to make bridges across each pitfall. When that was done, they continued to the second floor. I considered things for a bit, and an idea struck me. I ordered the rat king to send out a few fewer rats this time. The fight between them occurred again, and once again the girls were forced to flee. However, they were a bit more practiced this time and didn’t cause as much friendly fire as before.

The rat king was at a point where his colony could self-sustain. However, he could also still come to the surface and recruit passing rats. These rats weren’t as oversized as the ones bred in the dungeon, but they still could be added to his horde. Thus, a pattern began. Every day, the girls would cross their homemade bridges and battle the rats, and then every night the rat king would replenish his numbers recruiting.

However, even though his number of rats wasn’t going down, I had him send out less and less every day. Thus, it appeared to the girls like they were slowly culling down his colony.

“Soon, we’ll be passed the rats.” The leader was saying. “I bet then we’ll find a treasure for sure!”

“Such a large rat colony… is this an F-rank dungeon?” The black mage asked.

“They’re not so tough… it’s just there are too many of them. If there were only five… we’d be able to defeat them.” The archer declared.

Five? Did she want equal numbers with rats? Doesn’t that say their fighting strength is a little better than a rat? From the very beginning, I had never sent the full colony. The most they had faced at once was twenty-five, a mere fourth of the current colony. After three days, they had managed to kill fifteen of them. After defeating the final ten, they finally defeated all of the remaining rats. Even then, they decided not to continue, since they needed to use the mage and the healer’s spell slots to do it.  

“Just give them five tomorrow,” I told the rat king.

I wanted to drag things out, but it was clear by their exhausted expressions that they’d need something to keep them going. The next day, they challenged and defeated the rats without any injuries. Their once shiny, new clothing was covered in various holes and rips. Their once bright expressions seemed to be replaced with serious expressions. If one didn’t know that all they had been fighting were rats, they would have come off like some seasoned team who had just fought through hell.

“Finally! The third floor!” The leader nearly broke into tears as she ran up to it.

“We found the stairs! Ah… but no treasures?”

“Eh? Where did Spring go?” The healer finally asked, looking back in confusion.

The girls let out cries finally realizing that one of their own had disappeared. It had been nearly fifteen minutes since their mage had disappeared, and these girls hadn’t even noticed. They had been walking in a single file line silently, and the mage was sitting at the rear. So, when she was soundlessly snatched, they continued without even looking back. The girls began to panic and first, but eventually, the leader remembered her role and settled everyone else down.

They took a quick break, and after talking about it for a while, they decided to head back slowly and look for their missing teammate. Only ten minutes later, they found her walking toward them. She was in a haggard condition. Her clothing was ripped in several places and was hanging off her body, but in her hands, she gripped an item tightly.

When they finally got her to reveal it, she lifted a helmet. In other words, it was their second magical item. The girls returned with great cheer, although the mage had a complicated expression on her face. When they asked her what happened, she was insistent nothing happened. She saw the helmet at the end of the alcove and went to retrieve it. When they wanted her to show them where, she refused vehemently, claiming he was tired. Since she looked fine, the girls didn’t argue and returned to their camp.

Meanwhile, in a dark alcove somewhere, there was a tentacle monster with numerous limp tentacles dripping with various fluids. Going back thirty minutes, the group was passing the second level quickly and I decided to try to slow them down a bit. Thus, I took control of the tentacle monster and when they passed, I threw a small pebble, ending up hitting the last girl in line. She turned and immediately locked eyes on the helmet. Much like the trap on the hand wall, it was just an alcove with a helmet, and if you entered you’d be completely at the mercy of the tentacle monster. I changed things a bit. Originally, the tentacles came out from the alcove, but this made the tentacle monster too obvious and the risk of being attacked too great. Thus, I pushed the monster back, forcing someone to enter the alcove where their body would be restricted. They couldn’t swing a sword. With the added temptation of the helmet, it had become another trap, one the mage fell directly into.

She glanced at the others moving on, but then entered the alcove on her own. Perhaps she was hoping to acquire and hide the helmet so she could get all the rewards for herself. Her greed was her undoing because as soon as she entered the alcove, I was able to grab her and cover her mouth with my tentacles. She became silently trapped as the rest of her team moved on. I had intended to catch them all up as they tried to free one of their own, but instead, I got one of them all to myself.

I was glad it was the mage too. Since she had no weapon, as soon as I covered her mouth, she was helpless to fight back. Furthermore, with raven black hair, dark eyes, black eyeliner, and pale skin, she had the appearance of a goth girl, although maybe she was going more for a witch in those black robes. During my long exile as a NEET human, I had often fantasized about doing a goth girl. If I didn’t get my chance to play with her, I knew I’d regret it.

Thus, with my practice controlling my tenacles, I began to slither them up her dress and inside her underwear. She tried to cry out in fear, but all that came out was a muffled cry from the tentacles covering her mouth.

She struggled, but since she needed to focus on breathing out of her nose, she couldn’t struggle for long. The tentacles quickly reached their destinations. One was the wet opening between her legs.

I slowly slid one of the smaller tentacles into her pussy, and watched her struggle, trying not to show pleasure, but unable to completely stop herself. I also had two tentacles slide under her top and find her tits. They began to gently squeeze the soft mounds, and then tease her nipples. She was small-chested, although not as flat as Diamond. I couldn’t grip them like I could Misty’s giant chest, but I could just manage to squeeze them by wrapping my tentacles around them.

Her eyes were wide in shock as her clothing was torn off and tossed into the hallway, causing her naked body to be trapped within my grip. She had a petite body which gave me plenty of room to experiment within that alcove. Unable to help myself, my tentacles grew even bolder.

I began to slide the tentacle into her pussy deeper inside. I had to work it past her hymen, which caused her to moan in pain. Her eyes widened in shock as her virginity was stolen just like that, but it only left me more aroused. She began to struggle, but I held her tightly with the tentacles that were wrapped around her arms and legs. She tried to scream out, but she was helpless in my grasp.

I kept working my way deeper into her until I was in. Then I began to slowly fuck her with my tentacle, swelling it up inside her like a balloon until it started to push against the walls of her vagina.

“Gllllfffhmmmmmm!” She cried out, although it was impossible to hear what she was trying to say as I stretched her pussy with my tentacle.

After that, I started fucking her with my tentacle in earnest. It was slow at first, but it didn’t take long before I was plunging it into her faster and faster, while also playing with her boobs with the other tentacles. I could feel the heat coming off of her. Her teenage body was wet and hot in my grip. I loved the smell and taste of her. This was the best.

“Nnnnhhh!!!” She cried out.

Then her pussy contracted around my tentacle and a light spray of clear liquid erupted. I could tell she was orgasming. Her eyes rolled up into her head, her body no longer fighting against me at all. Her hips were starting to move against me, aiding me as my tentacles continued to violate her.

I used two tenacles to pull her legs apart and slid my tentacle deep into her pussy again. Then I began to slide it in and out, pumping her like a machine. It didn’t take long before another orgasm ripped through her body. This time it was bigger, and I was surprised when her pussy erupted in a spray of juice, soaking the floor beneath her. I could feel her tongue even wigging against the tentacle across her mouth like she was kissing it. She seemed completely lost in lust.

She was now a slave to her body. All she could think about was how good my tentacles felt sliding across her body. How they squeezed and tugged her boobs, and how they filled her pussy. She was no longer concerned about escaping, only the pleasure of my touch.

She began to pant, and then her pussy contracted around me as another orgasm hit. She was still squirting all over the place. I felt the urge to ejaculate rising. My tentacles were swollen like balloons. She was panting and sweating, and moaning like crazy as she rode the tentacles. Her mind had shut down, and her body was just enjoying the feeling.

I could tell she was close to another powerful orgasm, and I was reaching my limit as well. I couldn’t hold back any longer. I thrust my tentacle in and out of her as fast as I could, and I was rewarded with her body beginning to shudder in pleasure.

“NNNGGGGHHHHHH!!!!” She cried out.

As she cried out, her pussy began to spasm around my tentacle. That was all I needed. As she was cumming, I unloaded my seed into her, filling her up and letting her feel every last bit of my hot spunk. I injected her with tentacle monster jizz. As her clear fluids splattered on the ground. At that moment, I remembered that this stuff I was shooting out was pretty valuable and could be used as a treasure, but it was already too late. I already released my load inside of the mage.

Well, such a mistake could be rectified. For someone like me who went a whole life sexlessly, I could easily get aroused again. The tentacle monster had a lot of stamina, and the size and rigidity of the tentacles had nothing to do with sexual arousal so I could continuously stay hard. I was just about to push her into a second round, but I became aware that the team was starting to head back to look for her. With a sigh, I withdrew my tentacles. The naked girl collapsed to the ground. She was gasping on the cold floor as white and red stuff leaked from her gaping pussy, a perfect image of her loss of innocence.

After a minute or two, she seemed to snap out of her dazed state. She grabbed her clothing and put it on to begin her walk of shame. While getting dressed, her eyes caught on the helmet. She hesitated for only a moment before reaching out and snatching the helmet. I let her have it. She had already earned it. The puddle of fluids on the ground included enough white stuff to fill a vial. Sure, it probably had other things in it too, but what heroines who found the award didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them.

I watched as she met back up with her friends, but how was she going to admit what happened to her? The girl kept quiet and didn’t say anything. Thus, the expedition would continue.

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It was two weeks later when a new party appeared in my dungeon entrance. Like the previous group, this consisted of all young women in their teens. Misty explained that age was also a good reflection of a group’s level. The most skilled teenager in history still only reached the C rank by the time she turned twenty. Traditionally, you’d expect teenagers to be in F or D, twenty-year-olds to be in C or B, and thirty-year-olds to be in higher ranks.

As for those older than that, it was impossible to tell, since they all looked to be thirty or younger thanks to the various magical beauty refinements of this world. That said, there weren’t likely to be many women over forty in the business anyway, simply because dungeons hadn’t been around that long, and the few who survived to that age were already wealthy enough to retire to comfort for the remainder of their lives.

Mind you, this wasn’t a perfect scale. Some women started when they were older for various reasons and others who never could improve passed C-rank, which was rather common. However, when it came to rambunctious teenage youth, their slim, perky immature bodies couldn’t be easily faked with beauty products, so it was easy to determine their rank at a glance. There were four women in all, but they were dressed far more extravagantly than the last group I had met.

Passion’s Summit had all been dressed in armor, and while their weapons were different, there was unity in the way they dressed. At least, it was clear the armor had seen some use. This group had one woman with a sword, one in a white robe, one in a black robe, and the third had a bow and arrow. While their dress was more diverse, there was a cheap feel to it, almost like they were cosplaying being an adventuring party.

“Do you recognize this party?” I asked.

Misty shook her head. “They probably aren’t a serious party.”

“We made it, just where my source said.” A woman with her sword on her hip spoke excitedly.

“Are we sure it’s an F-rank dungeon?”

“It’s labeled as a D rank, but she assured us it’s only an F and its registration will change soon. Thus, my information is real insider info right here. Soon, all the F-rankers will be all over this place. We get to loot it first!” The woman with the sword put her hands on her hips and raised her chest proudly.

“Yes, yes… boss is wise.” The one with the bow spoke. “Can we trust her though?”

“Why couldn’t we? Is she a C-rank? Why would a C-rank heroine lead us on?” She asked.

“I don’t know… she gave me a creepy feeling.” The one in white shivered before approaching the dungeon.

As the others began to unpack after their short day-long trip from Brail, the young girl in a white robe kneeled in front of the cave and began to pray.

“Blessed Goddess Alura, please watch over our group, The Unbroken Bond, as we tackle this new dungeon. This is our first official dungeon, but a skilled C-rank woman told us it was suitable for F-ranks and even contains magical equipment as long as we give our maximum effort. Please, give us a profitable journey.”

“What is with the praying anyway?” I asked Misty after watching them for a bit.

Misty was much more polite and compliant compared to Diamond. She didn’t make me feel dumb for asking questions, so I was much more prone to asking. Like that, I had found out many things I had only been guessing at before. When it came to the mechanics of the dungeon though, Misty had no more knowledge than me. Becoming my demon didn’t fill her head with arcane knowledge or anything like that, so we were still trying to figure things out.

“The seven goddesses,” Misty spoke up. “They are what grant heroines some of our power. In reality, it is the goddesses, not the dungeon guild, that assign our ranks. We pray to the goddesses, and thus we form a bond with one of them. Which goddess you select will determine what power she gives you. Every goddess has her specialty.”

“Seven goddesses, you say?” I asked, mildly interested.

“There is Arcana, the goddess of the Arcane, Shiba, the goddess of warriors, Alura, the goddess of auras, Kula, the goddess of nature, Ryra, the goddess of traps, Noona, the goddess of blacksmithing, and Anera, goddess of treasure.”

“Oh, so that’s how you guys select a job?”

“Well, technically, every heroine can specialize in whatever they want. You don’t need a goddess to cast magic. There is no need to select a goddess at all. Diamond, for example, is godless.”

“I’m not surprised.”

“Even Diamond has to speak to a goddess to increase her rank. You can still speak to a god and one of their temples and get your rank whether you follow a specific goddess or not. I originally followed Anera, but when I couldn’t get my rank increased, I tried Shiba. She… wouldn’t increase my rank either.” Misty looked down, feeling a bit ashamed. 

“I see…”

“The longer and more loyal you are to a particular goddess, the more you will be able to borrow her power. You can also worship two gods and multiclass, but it doubles the difficulty.”

“How is praying difficult?” I asked, feeling a bit confused.

“Ah, praying is only a small party of having a goddess. You can also make sacrifices to your goddess. Specifically, you donate items, items found in dungeons. The goddess takes such items, and then transfers them into something called holy points, which we can use to cast powerful spells or, if we collect enough, buy holy items from the goddesses. Naturally, your rank, which goddess you have, and how close you are to her contribute to what you can buy.”

“Okay, I think I get it now. So, I absorb mana and get DP which I spend in my dungeon store to make my dungeon and tempt heroines. Then, the heroines can take the treasures, and give them to their goddess, who then converts them to HP to spend in their holy store. It’s like two sides of the same coin.”

“Most treasures aren’t worth converting to holy points, and unless you wish to become a goddess’s apostle, there is little reason to collect so many points. Most people would rather just sell the items they get in dungeons for money, or use them if they are worth it. Only the top heroines worry about holy points.”

“Since you’re a demoness minion, is there a goddess equivalent then?” I asked.

“You mean… a champion?” Misty asked. “Yes, every goddess has a champion. These are top figures though. A dungeon like yours is likely to never encounter someone like that.”

“I see, I guess I’m getting ahead of myself. I should be focusing on the threat at hand.” I returned my focus to the front of the dungeon, making a display so Misty could see as well.

The priestess had finished praying and the group was getting ready to enter the dungeon. Although my brain told me that if push came to shove, this group of four was nothing compared to my cyclops, let alone Misty who could fight at a C-rank level. However, I couldn’t help but be worried either. This was because I hadn’t done anything to my dungeon in the intervening two weeks. I didn’t have that many DP points, and the gains were slow without a human inside.

I had taken Diamond’s advice and spent the last two weeks making treasures. I now had a treasure on every floor and had started what was known as a treasure horde. The treasure horde was a surplus treasure to respawn should someone take what I had, but it also served a second purpose. It was, to put it simply, a bribe to keep my dungeon from being destroyed. Should someone succeed in getting passed Misty and the Cyclops, the last defense I would have would be my horde. It was all the treasure I had left, and hopefully, if they took it, they would feel good enough to not destroy me.

It was a bit better than that. The treasure was left in a precarious position, in my case, under a rock landslide trap, the only non-treasure I had purchased in the last two weeks. It was set up so that in the event I died, the treasure would be buried under a ton of rock. The treasure room was immediately before my room, so it functioned like a tradeoff. Kill me, and they not only lost the treasure but they were trapped in my room.  Of course, taking the treasure also triggered the trap, which would block the entrance to my room so that they couldn’t change their mind.

If they were strong enough or determined enough, they could dig through all of the rock, but the hope was that such trouble would discourage them from trying to kill me and take my corpse, which wasn’t just worth a lot of money as a spell reagent, but could be exchanged to goddesses for a lot of holy points too.

That said, the treasure was only 3 pieces. I had managed to create 7 pieces in all, not even one complete set of armor. Each one I had painstakingly used inscriptions with. As for the reason they were slow, it was because I had been attempting to do them with the tentacle monster. I felt like if I could master controlling a dozen tentacles, I’d be able to speed up my inscriptions exponentially. That said, tentacles were not fingers and it was a learning process.

I had ended up irreparably damaging nearly half of the ones I attempted, which was also DP down the drain. If I had done this stuff around Diamond, she would have assuredly started cursing me as a fool. Misty was far nicer though, and only smiled encouragingly without asking questions. My speed had nearly been twice as fast just using the goblin, but he wasn’t dexterous enough for my needs and his hands started cramping too easily. Maybe I needed to find another creature that had the dexterity, stamina, and flexibility I needed.

That said, seven pieces of equipment in two weeks was a pretty impressive amount. Six of them were pieces of armor, and the seventh was a bag with a weight reduction inscription on it. I also practiced every inscription in the book. Diamond told me that only the two were particularly valuable, but I had a hunch that F-rankers didn’t care and that even a small boost would be meaningful to them. Plus, I wanted to practice doing different inscriptions, which was part of the reason I made more mistakes too. Previously, Diamond had only allowed me to make weight-reduction and durability inscriptions. Misty told me that any inscriptions would do well too though. Even if they were considered low-level inscriptions, they were all undoubtedly magic items.

“Our source was right! Paying her for info was worth the money!” A girl with a sword at her hip called out, lifting a device in her hand. “The dungeon scanner says the dungeon’s treasure to difficulty is considered highly profitable! This place is loaded with treasure! Not too many mobs either.”

I couldn’t help but tense slightly at her declaration. I had painfully made all of that treasure they were interested in taking. Ignoring the time and energy it took me to inscribe them, just the items themselves, although all leather, were probably worth 4000 DP. If I couldn’t make that up, I’d be at a net loss. As for who encouraged them, I had my suspensions it was Diamond. She’d be the type to charge money for information. However, I trusted she wouldn’t send any teams she thought were a danger either, so this team should be fine.

“Let’s go!” The leader called out.

All of the girls cheered and then raced into the dungeon. A few minutes later…”

“Owwww…. My ankle, it’s broken.” A groan came from the first pitfall of my dungeon.

I was a bit speechless. Even among F-rank, it appeared like there was a big difference between teams. I supposed Passion’s Summit was on the verge of being promoted to D-rank, if I remember correctly. They moved slowly and carefully, taking their time and using tons of dungeon devices. These girls weren’t like Passion Summit. They charged in kind of like Misty. Although, where Misty had the skill to back up her clumsiness, these people were just amateurs.

“I thought something like this might happen.” Misty sighed. “These are first-timers. They had some training and thought they could handle it. Usually, you’d higher a higher rank to guide you through your first few runs, but these guys got ahead of themselves.”

“They probably did ask someone… Diamond…” I let out a sigh.

Misty wore a complicated face. It was clear she still had some unease about Diamond. She accepted that Diamond was working for me, but it was hard to forgive the woman who betrayed her. Seeing Diamon con other women probably left her feeling a bit awkward, although it gave us a good opportunity.

We watched as the three other women helped bring their companion, the one in the black robe, out of the pit. After a few minutes, the white-robed woman waved her hands, and a white light spread over the other woman’s ankle. Another minute, and she was walking on it.

“At least they have a good party mix,” Misty stated. “Healers are rare for parties. It’s probably why they are so confident.”

“My goddess has only granted me one heal spell a day.” The white-robed girl sighed.

“Should we go back?” The girl with the bow asked.

“Mm! We’ll camp out tonight and try tomorrow.”

I watched with wide eyes as the group left just like that. They set up a camp. Thankfully, the camp was still close enough I was getting some increase in DP production, although it was less than if they were inside the dungeon itself. I couldn’t believe they gave up just like that.

A day later, the girls made their next journey into the dungeon. This time, they had the first pitfall marked. They continued from that path.

“Ahhhh!”

Thud. This time, the sword girl fell down the pitfall. She didn’t break anything, so she climbed her way out.

“Are you okay?”

“Y-yeah… I’m good. No need to heal.” She muttered as she got out. “It looks like there are more pitfalls. We need to be careful.”

I continued to feel speechless. If I had just put spikes down in those pitfalls, or even a goblin, wouldn’t they be dead just like that? No, they would have been dead twice. At first, I thought Misty had been exceptionally clumsy, but apparently, this was a fairly common thing in dungeons.

As if reading my mind, Misty spoke up. “Had those pitfalls been death traps, this dungeon would likely be considered a D-rank.”

“I-is that so?” I couldn’t help but ponder the small differences between F and D.

That likely meant that most dungeons that could be called F needed to go out of their way to be called F. Just like Misty had told me before, it was all about image.

“Ahhhh… Another pitfall.” They were finally moving slower, and the leader just managed to avoid falling down the third pitfall, needing someone to grab the back of her armor and pull her back onto stable ground.

“How do we get across this one?” The black-robed girl asked nervously, clearly having experienced some trauma from her broken ankle.

“We jump!” The leader declared.

“W-wait!” I cried out, even though I knew she couldn’t hear me.

The leader did a running jump. However, this final pitfall was the one where they were next to each other. Her jump cleared the first one, and then sent her right into the second one.”

“Ahhhhhh!”

Thud!

I stared helplessly. Even Misty didn’t hit all three pitfalls.

“Are you okay?” The other girls cried out.

“I-I’m alive…” She groaned.

“This dungeon is too hard!” The girl with the bow started crying, throwing her bow to the ground and stamping her foot like a child.

The black-robed girl collapsed to the ground like she couldn’t go on. Only the white mage girl tried to help her friend out of the hole, although it appeared she was hurt this time, and with some broken ribs, it took a few attempts to finally get her back into the hallway. I couldn’t help but glance at Misty, who looked slightly embarrassed for them, red creeping up her neck.

“That bitch was lying! This is an incompletable dungeon. Let’s just go home.” The red-eyed archer finally stopped crying as she whipped her cheeks pathetically. “This dungeon is worth nothing.”

“Is that so?” The leader smirked and then plopped something in front of the three other girls.

It was a simple pair of leather boots.

“What are those?” The archer asked curiously as the white mage used up her spell to heal the leader.

“I found it in the hole!” She declared happily.

“I-is that an inscription!” The healer gasped. “Those are magic boots!”

“M-m-magic treasure! On the first level?” The archer cried out.

“Didn’t I say the treasures were good?” The leader laughed. “You still want to quit?”

As they stared at the boots with sparkles in their eyes, they seemed to all be thinking the same thing. That item alone would sell enough to pay off their entire expedition and then some. It was enough to already make their trip worth it, but this was only the 1^st level, where usually the cheapest treasures were left. If they managed to obtain another treasure, they’d return rich. That was at least a year’s salary doing hard labor. Split four ways, that was three months’ pay. How could they resist?

Of course, the group left the dungeon again and returned to their camp. The leader originally wanted to wear the boots, which would increase her speed slightly, but the others didn’t want the boots getting damaged before they could sell them. In the end, after a bit of fighting, they decided to leave the boots unused and just sell them for full price. In the meantime, what treasures would tomorrow bring?

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Her body had seemingly morphed into my shape. It wasn’t like she was wide or stretched out. It was more like her pussy was designed to pleasure my cock. At least, that’s what my lust-filled mind was thinking.  She was much more elastic than she had been before but still provided the perfect amount of resistance. Her insides were still hot, and they tightened around me.

I didn’t know why, but I had a feeling that if I was in the body of the goblin using his little pinky-finger penis, it’d feel just as amazing. Misty’s body would be whatever I wanted to be, and her pussy would be able to take whatever cock I wanted to pleasure her with.

I couldn’t help but start to thrust into her. Her moans grew louder, and she could no longer keep her arms straight, as they gave out, and she fell onto my chest, where her breasts pressed up against me, and her nipples dug into my skin. She had a surprisingly strong grip, and her fingers were clawing at my back as I rammed my dick into her.

“Misty..” I grunted, “It feels so good.”

“Me too.” She replied. “Master! My pussy is full!”

She was moaning uncontrollably, and as she did, she began to rock her hips in rhythm to my own. Every thrust made her jiggle. Her large breasts squished against me, and her thick ass bounced in the air. Thankfully, the large throne gave us ample room to move around. Although the Cyclops filled up the chair, it was sized for even larger bosses that might come in the future.

“M-Master..” she panted, “My body feels so hot. Master’s cock is amazing!”

Even her words felt honeyed in just the way I liked it. She moved more and more aggressively, like she was losing control and all she could think of was the pleasure my cock could give her. Misty closed her eyes, and I felt her arms grow limp, her nails scratching down my back. She leaned her head on my shoulder and started panting heavily, her breasts pressed up against me with every gasp.

“Master, it’s so deep,” she groaned, “my womb, it’s being pounded by your cock. I love it! It’s making me lose my mind! You’re stretching me so much! Master! Master! Master!”

Although her body was acting enthusiastically, there was an intrinsic shyness to her body. I didn’t know if it was a process of her demonification, or if Misty had always been this way, but she seemed to have a fairly submissive personality. She seemed flustered and embarrassed even though her hips kept bouncing up and down on my cock. It was a kind of juxtaposition that made her seem even cuter, which only seemed to inflame my desires even more.

We continued to fuck, our bodies moving together as one. My dick slid in and out of her with ease, her body accepting me wholeheartedly. The sounds of our flesh slapping together echoed throughout the chamber. I had no idea how much time had passed, and I didn’t care. I never wanted this to end.

After a while, though, I could tell that Misty was reaching her limit. Her breathing was ragged and her moans were becoming more desperate. She was trying her best to keep up with me, but her body was no match for my lust. I decided to give her a little reprieve, slowing down my thrusts and allowing her to catch her breath.

“Master…” Misty said, her voice barely a whisper.

I could feel her hot breath on my ear, and her body was practically glued to mine. Her tits were pressing into my chest, and her pussy was tightening around my cock.

“Yes, Misty?” I asked, trying to keep my composure.

“I want you to… I want you to cum inside me…” She panted through rugged breaths.

Her request was like a bolt of lightning shooting through my body. I didn’t even have to think about it.

“Of course,” I replied, giving her a quick kiss.

With that, I began fucking her with a renewed vigor. I was determined to make her cum first and to fill her womb with my seed.

She let out a surprised moan but quickly adapted to my new pace. She was enthusiastically matching my rhythm perfectly, and her pussy was milking my cock for all it was worth.

It didn’t take long before I could feel the pressure building up in my balls. I knew I was about to cum, and Misty seemed to be on the verge as well. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open in a silent scream.

“I’m cumming!” I shouted, “Misty!”

Her body was just too erotic. Even in the Cyclops’ body, and having already cum once, I couldn’t keep going.

She nodded, and her entire body shook. “Yes! Give me everything! Make my womb overflow! Fill me with your sperm, please!”

My hands squeezed her hips tightly as I shoved myself in as deep as possible. As I did, her insides began to tremble, and the muscles of her pussy started contracting and massaging the entirety of my cock, pulling out every last drop of my seed. The feeling of her warm juices squirting on my stomach was incredible. I had never felt anything like it before.

“Haaaahhh! Haaahhh!” She panted, “M-my belly is getting full of sperm…”

I couldn’t believe it, but I actually still had a lot of semen left, and after a moment or two, I had cum so much, her flat stomach was bulging slightly, and I was worried she would get a bellyache.

“That’s amazing,” she moaned, “it’s all pouring into me. Your seed, it’s so thick and warm…”

When my orgasm finally ended, I felt completely drained. We both lay panting on the throne, our bodies entwined. Meanwhile, both of our juices were dripping down from the throne seat. I’ll make the goblin clean it up later.

“Is this okay?” I suddenly asked, my lust finally subsiding for a moment of post-nut clarity.

“Mmm? Master?” She murmured, her head pressed against my broad chest.

“Are you okay having sex with me like this?” I asked, knowing my words sounded ridiculous after all of the things we did.

She pulled back, her head lowered, and her cheeks pink. “I will do whatever Master orders.”

“That’s… not what I mean.” I coughed. “Do you… hate me?”

She looked up in shock, and then quickly shook her head. “How could I hate Master? I would never hate Master!”

She seemed to be afraid at the suggestion, but I knew I wasn’t getting my point across properly.

“What I mean to say… is that I ruined your life, right? I caused you to feel hopelessness and despair. I turned you into a demon. How can you serve me now?”

She looked down for a bit and finally rose to meet my eyes. “Do you want me to be honest?”

“I do.” I nodded.

“I was angry at my failures, but I was angrier at myself. If I was better… if I was stronger…” She made a bitter expression. “It doesn’t matter now, I failed, and I’ve fallen.”

Her words didn’t necessarily make me feel better. “You must hate me.”

“Would someone truly hate a trial they must overcome?” she asked. “In truth, I didn’t know there was a person to hate until I fell.”

I felt a bit flummoxed. I supposed she was right. If a series of random bad events happened in your life, who would you blame? One time, it was a hole, another time, it was a goblin, a third time, it was a betrayal of a teammate. You had to know there was a hand behind your misfortune to connect them all and have any feeling about them at all, except perhaps regret.

“Now that you know the truth, now that you know it was all me, shouldn’t your emotions change.”

She looked uncertain for a moment, but she continued to answer. “When I became a demon, it was like there was a switch in my head that was flipped. I stopped being concerned with such trivial things.”

“What was it like?” I asked, very curious to understand where I stood with the current Misty.

“I tried to be strong.” Misty’s eyes grew watery. “I fought and I fought, and no matter what. However, when I had reached my end. When I knew there was no fixing what I lost, it was like a small voice sounded in my head. It told me that all of my pain would just go away… all of my suffering, and my misery, would disappear. As long as I submitted… I could live happily.”

“D-did it works?” I asked nervously.

Misty finally looked me in the eyes, and a gentle smile formed on her face. “Does Master need to ask? I have only been your demoness for a few hours, and I’ve already been allowed to feel a pleasure I never experienced in my life.”

“Ah, that… I mean… I did some of that before…”

“Master did pleasure me many times.” She nodded. “Every time I left the dungeon, although I was sore, I also had a little feeling of euphoria. Perhaps, that was why I was so determined to return. At the time, however, I was too caught up in my worries. I was depressed and desperate, and so I was never able to indulge in Master’s gifts. It was only in the end that I gave up on humanity, and succumbed to Master’s pleasure.” As she spoke, her hands coyly stroked my large, muscular chest.

I could feel my Cyclops dick hardening once again. It was still inside her, so as it hardened, the walls of her vagina started to spread apart once again. She let out a soft moan.

“Master… don’t stop.” She encouraged me.

I wanted to start fucking her again, but I still had some questions. “Why did you want to defeat my dungeon so desperately?”

I already had gleaned out most of the story between the words I had overheard and what Diamond had told me, but I still wanted to hear the story from her. Misty froze for a moment and then settled down with a sigh.

“I needed money.” She admitted frankly. “If I was able to defeat this dungeon, not only could I gain a rank and participate in higher paying jobs, but it would also meet the deficit I needed to free my sister.”

“You… have a sister?” I asked, assuming nothing about her from what I overheard.

“My sister and I are orphans.” She admitted. “She’s not my biological sister, but she is all I have. However, I left the orphanage and was discovered by the dungeon mistress. She trained me how to fight in dungeons, and I became a heroine. My sister got out a few years later, but she wasn’t as lucky as me to find a trainer. She ended up on the street and eventually ended up owing money. By the time I heard about it, it was too late. She had already been hired as a dilboy.”

“I’ve heard of dilboys,” I responded. “That’s like a woman raised to look like a young boy?”

“Mm!” She nodded. “I wanted to save her from being some rich woman’s sex toy. I only saw her once, and I know she is suffering…”

“Do you still want to save her?” I asked.

She paused for a second. “I’m… not sure Once, I would have thought her life was pitiable. However, having sex isn’t as bad as I thought.”

“Really?” I smirked, causing her to blush.

“I don’t think her life as a dilboy is the death sentence I once believed. That said, I still miss my sister. I want her with me.”

“You want her to become a demoness like you?” I asked in surprise.

She bit her lip. “If that is okay with Master?”

“Even if it means falling into despair?” I demanded, growing excited.

“If she can feel this peacefulness…” She touched her heart. “Then, it would be worth it.”

I didn’t know what she meant by peacefulness. Something about becoming a demon caused you to let go of your worries and submit to fate, or something like that. Of course, I wasn’t thinking about that, but the chance to nail Misty and her sister! What guy didn’t dream about banging two siblings? Well, two girls… this was a dilboy. The longer she was in their care, the more manly she’d be. That meant that if I wanted to save her, it’d need to be soon.

“I will work to save your sister. If you help me turn her into a demoness, then I will pay her.”

Her body shook in stunned silence as she stared at me. “W-will you?”

“I’ve been working on inscriptions. I sent Diamond to the surface to sell some of my stuff. If the profits are good, it might not take too long to raise the money.”

“Diamond is alive!” Misty blinked and then nodded to herself. “I thought I saw her when we… ahem… I thought it was delirium, seeing ghosts as I neared death. Does that mean she is a demoness like me?”

“Sort of…” I coughed, and then explained to her the truth, seeing no reason to keep things a secret.

“So, you can even bring back the dead? I never imagined dungeons could be so powerful.” Her body shook. “If I knew you were this incredible, I never would have fought so hard. If you promised to save my sister, I might have volunteered to become your slave.”

“Well, I’m still figuring things out myself.” I coughed. “I just wanted you to know that I do have some plans in the works.”

“Master, have you thought about the future of your dungeon?”

“Hmm? What do you mean?”

“If you do start getting more heroines and more points, what do you plan to do with them?” She asked.

“Survive?” I shrugged. “I just want to keep living, honestly.”

“You don’t have any other ambitions?” She asked.

“I’m not sure what you mean.”

“Well, for example, what theme do you want your dungeon to undertake?”

“Theme?” I blinked.

“Every dungeon has a general motif. Some dungeons concentrate on powerful beasts, others on traps. There are dungeons filled with illusions. There are fire dungeons, water dungeons, and ice dungeons. Part of the reason I struggled to defeat your dungeon was because I couldn’t understand it. Every level was different from the previous. You had ice, puzzles, traps, monsters… they were all mixed together. That’s not how most dungeons work.”

“Isn’t that a good thing?” I asked. “I survived, didn’t I?”

“It helped you survive in the short term, but you need to remember that dungeons in my world are only as tolerated as they are useful. I don’t mean to insult Master, this is just the way of things.”

I nodded. “Diamond said something similar. She said that if I wanted to continue to exist, I needed to make my dungeon appealing to heroines. She suggested I do this by filling my dungeon with magic equipment.”

She nodded hesitantly. “Rewards are a major motivator in which dungeons are tolerated and which are not, but there is also such a thing as marketability.”

“Marketability?”

“Well, take the C-ranked dungeon in Brail. It’s called the Dungeon of Lost Souls.”

“That sounds pretty ominous.” I blinked.

“Much of the dungeon is dedicated to attacks on the soul. If someone enters unprepared, they could find themselves an empty husk, or even possessed by an evil spirit. This is why the dungeon is considered too dangerous for F and D-ranked heroines. Only a C rank is allowed to enter, and even they need to move in groups of five or more.”

“That sounds horrible. Why would people enter such a dungeon?”

“Only some of a heroine’s strength is in their physical body.” Misty patiently explained. “One could say that between rank F-C, the primary factors are a person’s bravery, cunning, and physical strength. However, if someone wishes to become a rank that exceeds this, they must temper their soul. If you ever wish to enter the Ember Realm, this is a requirement.”

“So, people go to the dungeon of lost souls to temper their souls and reach the B rank?” I asked.

She nodded. “That’s right. I had already tempered my soul there, but for various reasons, I was never able to reach B rank.”

“I see, so what you’re saying is that my dungeon needs a gimmick… something that keeps heroines coming back to risk their lives.”

She nodded. “As an F-rank dungeon, you’ll already attract low-rank heroines who want to garner experience. There is no other low-rank dungeon in the area, so as soon as your dungeon is seen as relatively safe, more people will start to come. However, if the problem with low-rank heroines is their motivation.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Think of it this way. Who would be more likely to stop playing an instrument, someone who just started or someone who has taken lessons until they are an expert?”

“I see… so most F-rank heroines are just trying it out, and if they face too many challenges or are otherwise put off by a dungeon, they haven’t sunk too much time into it and would think nothing of quitting,” I predicted.

She nodded. “That… if a dungeon is too frustrating, they will quickly not do that dungeon, and if as a result, the dungeon doesn’t become popular to low-level people, then…”

“Then, my reason for being would cease to exist, and the guild would wipe me out.” I couldn’t help but sigh.

She nodded. “That’s why Master needs to create a way to market your dungeon.”

How could I do that? I had never taken a business class in my life. I didn’t know the first thing about selling stuff. The few times I had tried to sell stuff out of my parent’s basement, it usually blew up in my face.

“Do you have any ideas?” I asked since she had brought it up.

“I do.” She smirked, causing me to perk up. “This.”

When she spoke, she shifted her hips, causing my member to shift slightly inside her. Her cum-coated insides squished with various fluids, turning me on.

“Huh?”

“Pleasure.” She responded, blushing slightly. “You already have so many perverted traps and mobs…”

“Ah! That’s… um… just tricks to keep down the cost.”

Misty gave me a serious look. “Master, you may not realize it, but the world out there is devoid of men. Not everyone is satisfied playing house with each other. Many women are desperate for cock. If they weren’t, then dilboys wouldn’t be a thing…”

When she said that, I could see her look growing foggy, likely thinking back to her sister.

“Do you think it will work?” I asked as the silence lingered, causing her to snap back to the present.

“I kept coming back.” She blushed. “I think you’ll find the women of this world are more desperate for pleasure than you think. They want to know what it feels like to be manhandled, to be submissive… to be pleasured.”

“H-hey, you hips…” I complained as she started rocking her hips on my hardening cock.

“Please, Master, your cock has been teasing me for so long. Please give me pleasure.” She looked at it with her red, thirsty eyes.

“You are a demoness now.” I sighed as she waited patiently to continue. “Fine, make sure I’m pleasured before you finish.”

“For Master, always.” She lowered her body down.

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“What did you do?” Diamond demanded, an ugly expression on her face.

“I don’t know… I didn’t mean to.” I spoke helplessly.

I had been letting out all of my lust on Misty. It had even gotten to the point where Diamond had grown tired of watching her nemesis tortured and had left me to my vices. I didn’t know if it was because Misty was my type, the cyclops’s extreme sensitivity to females, or because I had shared so many firsts with Misty, but she enflamed my sexual desires like no one else could. Then again, my only other choices were a foolish slime and a bitchy corpse.

“What are you looking at me for, pig?” Diamond noticed I was glancing her way, and she covered her chest even though she was still dressed.

Yeah, compared to the bottom-barrel skanks I had been fucking, Misty really was a goddess. Her body was round and soft in all the right places, and she was beyond beautiful. She gave off an alluring scent that inflamed my desires. I couldn’t help myself with her. The cyclops I inhabited proved to have the stamina to meet my extreme libido cultivated by a lifetime of sexlessness, and in a single day and night I unleashed all of that desire onto Misty.

When I finished my last round, she had collapsed. That wasn’t unusual. She had been unconscious for quite a bit of the fun. However, after falling unconscious, I received a warning, and she became wrapped in mana which seemed to solidify into a cocoon. At that point, her usually green eyes turned red, she grew curly ram’s horns on her head, as well as a spade tail from her tailbone.

At that point, I freaked out and ran to get Diamond, who became speechless after finding Misty in this transitive state. It was strange. Her body was changing. The bump on her head had disappeared, and all of her other wounds closed up. All of her scars began to disappear, and her skin was becoming milky smooth. It was almost like she was rejuvenating, all of the abuse I had given her during her many visits being rolled back as she turned into a perfect version of herself, more beautiful than even before.

I was no longer in the cyclops. When I was inside him, I had too much trouble remaining in control. I had sent him to his throne seat and made him wait like a child sent to the corner. I made sure he had his loincloth covering himself too. Honestly, his size and the level of lust inside him made me a bit nervous when I wasn’t in control of him. I was thinking of finding him a chastity belt that only I had the combination to. In that moment, I was just a glowing orb next to Diamond though.

“Explain what you did, exactly. Did you use any dungeon points?” Diamond rubbed her forehead.

“I didn’t!” I declared. “The system said something about her becoming corrupted. It said she is a demoness minion.”

Diamond spun to me. “What did you say?”

“Ah… corrupted?”

“A demoness?” Diamond looked back at Misty, and for a second, her eyes held a hint of fear.

“What?” I asked. “She clearly is a demon. You’re undead and Sandy is a slime. I don’t see the issue here.”

“You don’t understand.” She shook her head. “Demons come from the Fallen Shadow realm. They’re all A-rank monsters or higher, and denizens of the demon king. Female demons do not exist, but if they did, they would not appear here.”

“Well, one has.” I responded awkwardly. “The information given to me seems to suggest this is the ultimate goal of dungeons. We’re supposed to break heroines and turn them into demonesses.”

“This is…” She looked like she was deep in thought. “I need to go.”

I blinked. “Go?”

“What?” She gave me a mocking smile. “You want to keep me around? Misty is defeated. I’ve fulfilled my side of the bargain.”

“Sh-she’s not dead yet.” I tried to defend.

I knew we had already talked about this, but I still hadn’t expected her to leave so quickly. In many ways, I realized I had come to depend on Diamond. Although she was mean and always had an attitude, she was also smart and soothed my anxiety quite a bit.

“As much as it would please me to see Misty dead.” Diamond grimaced. “I don’t plan to kill her, and you shouldn’t either.”

“Didn’t you say she works for the demon king?”

“I said demons work for the demon king.” She made a face. “Didn’t you say she was your minion? Can’t you feel her like the other monsters?”

“It’s similar.” I frowned. “But it’s different too. For example, I don’t feel like I can take over her body. I also don’t feel like I can hold her in my dungeon. Instead of costing me dungeon points in maintenance, it almost feels like she increases the flow of DP. Although, its hard to tell because its not as high as when she was a human invader.” 

“Brail’s adventuring guild has a small library.” Diamond began after a long moment of silence. “I’ll like to return there to do some research. I want to learn more about this demonification. There has to be some record of things like this happening. Besides, the more I learn, the more I can help you.”

“Help me?” I looked at her in surprise. “You want to help?”

“Tcht… it’s just an investment. If I put work into you, then you can provide me fame and fortune. Don’t think I care about you at all or anything like that.” She huffed.

“An investment…” I nodded.

“Speaking of which, give me the armor pieces you’ve inscribed.”

“Eh? Why?”

“To sell…” She rolled her eyes. “If I can sell some products from your dungeon, I can lure more adventurers.”

“More? We finally stopped the ones who have been threatening me and you want more to come?”

“Are you seriously an idiot?” She demanded. “You need to continue to grow to provide me the things I want. The women who come will be low rank and greedy. They won’t be able to defeat your dungeon. They’ll be free points and supplies. I don’t know why you’re concerned. With your cyclops as backup, even a B-rank adventurer doesn’t pose much of a threat.”

“Who says I’m your provider?” I cried out. “Although, I guess you’re right, I should continue to grow.”

“If you want my assistance, you better think of providing for me.” She pouted. “It’s the least you can do after what you’ve done to me. Besides, you’ll need more points if you’re going to get a male avatar. I won’t do it with a monster…”

“Huh?”

“There are no men left!” She snapped at me. “You’re a girls only chance at experiencing… shut up! Just remember, the male avatar you decide on better be tall and attractive, w-with a beard! I like beards on men.”

“I don’t even get what you’re saying.”

“It doesn’t matter.” She huffed, her face turning red. “I’ll be taking your three sluts with me.”

“Passion’s Summit?” I cried out. “Wh-why?”

“If I’m returning, I need to come up with an adequate excuse. Bringing the Passion’s Summit girls back will smooth out a lot of details with the adventuring guild and may even put be back in good standing.”

“Good standing? You’re saying you were in bad standing?”

“Ahem, that’s not important.”

I glanced over at the nearest cage, where an adventurer was lying in an almost catatonic state. “Won’t they talk?”

“You underestimate the level of trauma they’ve received here. Between the multiple doses of forget-me-not and the other traumas they experienced, they might not even remember their names once they leave.” She glanced at Misty and frowned. “I’m surprised they didn’t demonify like her. Perhaps, there are other factors involved.”

Misty was still lying in her magical cocoon. Neither of us had any clue what would happen when she woke up, but I had a distinct feeling she’d no longer be my enemy. When I turned back, Diamond was already returning to the core room. She began packing up her bedding, which was to say she was tossing everything of value into her storage ring. When she was done, the room was pretty much empty. Although it wasn’t like she decorated the place, her presence did make it feel lived in, and now I felt a bit like I was missing something. She stopped at the door way.

“Do you have any points remaining?” She asked.

“About 2,500.”

“Give me all of the treasure you have. Buy any armor you can afford and transcribe it and populate the dungeon with that.”

“Why do I feel like I’m being robbed here?”

“Nonsense… I’m going to use all of this to try to encourage others to come to your dungeon. Once your dungeon has been recognized by enough people, even if the guild mistress wanted to do something, she couldn’t. Dungeons are allowed to exist as much due to popularity and public pressure as they do for economic reasons.”

“In other words, my dungeon needs to be a place people want to return to?”

She made a face. “Let’s just say if you were planning on doing to the next group what you did to Passion’s Summit, you might not last very long.”

I made a coughing sound, even though I wasn’t in a body that needed to breath. She had been correct. I had been considering starting another point generator. However, if every girl who entered my dungeon left severely traumatized if they didn’t disappear completely, wouldn’t that give my dungeon a bad reputation and result in my early demise? Plus, it sounded like I might get more than one party at a time, so such a generator wouldn’t work anyway.

In the end, I did as Diamond asked. I gave up most of the treasure from my dungeon, and even my three toys. It felt really painfully bringing the three girls out of their cages. They were all unconscious and delirious. Speaking of which, it wasn’t until Diamond pulled them out into the sunlight and fed them water from a waterskin that I realized I hadn’t really fed or watered them since I captured them.

They had all severely lost weight, to the point even the plump girl was supermodel skinny. They were also covered in bruises, and their bodies shook from cold and exposure. They might not have lived too much longer had I kept them anyway. It was probably for the best that she took them with her. I was always bad at keeping pets.

Diamond only waited at the entrance long enough for the one of the girls to wake up. It was the leader, the blue-haired girl, who woke up. Diamond didn’t treat her with any pleasantry. In fact, she berated the confused and disorientated girl until she was crying. She had her convinced her party almost died and it was all her fault. Then, she made her carry her friends as they walked back to the city.

Since the girls were all light from weight loss and wearing only the surviving rags from what they had on, they were pretty easy to carry. Diamond had taken all of their supplies and told them they were lost to the dungeon. She also wouldn’t help carry the two women, forcing the leader to take the burden.

“You can leave one of your friends behind for dead, if you’d rather.” Diamond shrugged.

“N-no… please… just give me a bit to rest.”

“If you slow me down too much, I’ll just return on my own.”

“No! Please… great heroine. I’m coming as fast as I can!”

The leader of Passion’s Summit had a surprising amount of reverence for Diamond. Apparantly, the adventuring rank wasn’t just skill, but also the pecking order within the guild.

Like that, they left my range of senses. I felt strangely empty inside. Diamond had been the only intelligent person I could talk to, and the with the Passion Summit girls, the dungeon had felt full. Now, with all of them gone, I felt like I was in an empty home. On top of that, my points took a massive hit. They went back to increasing only a little faster than when I first came to this world. Considering I still had so many monsters with upkeep, I supposed I should feel satisfied it was still going up at all.

“Mmm…”

I brought my consciousness back to the boss room. I had heard the moan from Misty. Her magical cocoon had dissolved and now she was slowly coming to. I felt an extreme wave of anxiety. For as many encounters as I had with Misty, I had never actually spoken to her face to face. I was afraid of what she would do and what she would say. It took everything I had not to flee. I noticed Sandy hiding behind a column, watching with some interest. Her foot had grown back and she was back to her original, beautiful self. The cyclops was sitting in the boss’s throne where I left him like a statue.

Misty’s eyes fluttered open, and she rubbed them almost like she had woken up from a nice sleep. I watched her body stretch as she yawned. She suddenly seemed to realize she was naked, and let out a gasp, covering her chest and jerking upright. She looked around the room, her eyes flashing from place to place. When her eyes landed on Sandy, the slime ducked behind a column. Her eyes finally fell on me. It seemed like she could see me in my spectator form.

“Do you know who I am?” I asked.

She frowned for a moment, and then nodded. “Master.”

I felt knots in my nonexistent muscles release. That was a good answer. It made things a lot easier. 

“What do you know about your situation?” I asked.

“I entered your dungeon in order to kill you. I failed.” A defeated expression fell across her face. “I fell into complete despair, and in that moment, you claimed my soul.”

“You have become a demoness.”

She winced. “Yes, Master.”

“Will you do what I say?” I asked.

“Yes…” She responded.

“Stand up.”

She stood up, using her arms to cover her naked body.

“Show me your body.” She lowered her arms, and I could see her naked body.

I had seen her naked body countless times and even had my way with it, but watching her spread her arms and show me still caused my heart to start beating faster. I couldn’t help but admire her entire body. It was the same, but it was also very different. It was like her metamorphosis had perfected her. Her skin didn’t contain a single blemish. If it wasn’t for the horns and tail, she’d be a goddess, so I supposed it was apt to call her a demoness.

“Um… suck my cock!”

She blushed. “Master doesn’t have a cock to suck.”

“Oh, right…”

Was my glowing ball of light turning pink? That was probably my imagination.

“If Master wants to control a monster, I will do my best to pleasure Master.” She spoke quietly, but politely.

“You know that? You know I can control monsters?” I asked in surprised.

“I was able to reason as much, after you… with me… so many times. The only connection with each of those monsters is the dungeon. Now that I’ve seen Master, I know it was you all along.”

“I’m… sorry… you’re beautiful and I couldn’t help myself.” I responded without thought.

Saying it now, I even wanted to punch myself in the face. If this was back in my previous world, I’d be in prison. Then again, my true body had done nothing, and noone in my previous world would guess I could control other bodies. I found myself feeling guilty for my actions, but if I was being honest, I would have done it again if I had the chance. I was worried she’d wear a disgusted face or glare at me, so I was surprised to see her blush cutely.

“Thank you.” Was her only response.

Seeing her like that, I couldn’t help myself any more. Although she was the same woman I had enjoyed countless times, the tail and horns made her a completely different person. Not to mention she was interacting with me and would do anything I asked. It was true that Sandy would also do whatever I wanted, but I felt slightly more excited when it came to this goddess. I flew right past her and entered the cyclops. Her eyes followed me and watched as I took over his body.

My dick immediately grew hard. However, I noticed that scent, while alluring, didn’t cause me to lose control like it did when she was a human. It wasn’t so much that my desire was any less, but that the cyclops’s brain didn’t react to demoness pheremones in the same volatile way. I found myself relaxing considerably, and even smiling.

“Can you suck it now?”

She bowed her head. “As Master commands.”

She walked over to where I sat in my throne. Her body moved more sensually now, her tail swaying side to side between her legs. Watching her approach me with the intent to suck me off was enough that I nearly blew my load just watching her. However, when she fell to her knees and then took my dick into her mouth, I couldn’t help but roll my head back and moan in extacy. This really was the life. Sitting  in a throne, having your dick pleasured by a beautiful goddess, what could be better?

Of course, my massive cock nearly the thickness and length of a small arm couldn’t enter her entire mouth, she still used her tongue and mouth skillfully.  She was extremely talented, or maybe it was just she was the first blowjob I recieved on a real penis from someone smarter than a slime. The pleasure was so intense, I felt like I might lose consciousness. However, it was just too good. I reached a hand down and stroked her green hair. It was so pretty that it made her look like some kind of dryad or nymph. My hands then gripped the horns on her head. It was such a surreal feeling, holding onto her horns while she sucked my dick. It felt so natural.

I could feel the tension in my body build and then break. My cock exploded in her mouth. My cum filled her mouth and dripped down her throat. She kept her mouth on my cock, sucking it clean, her cheeks bulging with my seed. She then opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out, showing me her mouth was empty.

“Good job. Now come sit on my lap.”

We were just getting started.

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P.S. This is probably closest to what Cyclops should look like,but its kind of hard to get AI to handle two people at once, hince the variation.

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“Tcht… she really did figure out a better way.” Diamond remarked.

“Higher rank heroines are on another level.” I grimaced helplessly.

“Hmph! Did you have any doubt?” Diamond responded snobbishly. “Although, you don’t need to worry. In the end, she’ll be defeated.”

“Let’s see how she handles my next trap.” I agreed.

Misty was on level three, and as soon as she arrived on the icy floor covered in slick slime guts, she pulled out what looked to be a board with wheels. It was like a furniture dolly, but large enough for a person. She got on top of it and using an expanding stick from Dungeonco, she began moving her way forward. She didn’t head the wrong way this time and immediately found the turn heading toward the exit.

However, that wasn’t it. About halfway down the pathway, a voice cried out. Misty froze, noticing a path leading off to the side. This was the path leading to the treasure chest and the trap room. The last time she came to this path, she hadn’t even noticed the path. This time, because she was moving slower, and more important, because a voice was calling to her, she looked over with worry.

“H-help… help me…” The weak voice came from that room.

“Hello?” Misty called out. “Are you okay? Who are you?”

“I-I’m just an adventurer. I’m from Passion’s Summit. Help me! I became trapped.”

I nodded happily. “At least Sandy is better at this job than she is at tasks.”

Ever since Sandy was given a name, I had tried to use her for various tasks, but she didn’t seem to be good at anything that didn’t evolve her lying on her back. She was so clumsy that she made Misty seem agile, and she was more likely to make a mess worse rather than clean it up.

She was good at eating things. If I had something I wanted to get rid of, no matter what it was made out of, she could swallow it. She was always hungry and couldn’t eat enough. Thus, she became more like a garbage disposal, while my single surviving goblin continued his role as dungeon janitor. Afterward, I thought to reposition her where the former chest had been. I realized that Sandy had no sensitivity to cold, and the abrasiveness of the slime guts was useless to her. Thus, it seemed a good place to put her.

She could call to adventurers like a lost siren. Best of all, no one would suspect she was a mimic since mimics traditionally couldn’t speak. Sandy would appear like a genuine trapped heroine. I couldn’t help but cheer on the inside when Misty seemed to buy it. She started heading down the pathway toward the room.

“She can never stop herself from playing the hero,” Diamond responded distastefully.

I chuckled. “I guess this trap wouldn’t work on you. You’d just ignore the girl and continue on your way.”

Diamond gave me a side glance and then shook her head. “I’d likely fall for the trap room too.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I’d track them down so that I could rob them. After that, I’d leave them for dead. No one would know. Who would guess they were a mimic with nothing of value?”

Sometimes, Diamond left me a bit speechless.  I knew a lot of guys online used to talk about how women were wicked and soulless, but without personal experience, I had always assumed they were just talking out of their asses. Meeting Diamond though, I was starting to think that women really could be just as evil as these men insisted. I could easily see Diamond destroying a man’s life with lies for her amusement.

I shivered to myself and then returned to watching Misty. By this point, Misty had managed to make it to the room. What she would see was a half-naked Sandy lying on a pressure platform. Normally, a treasure chest would be there, but Sandy had replaced the chest. To make her appear trapped, we had settled on a simple bear trap. They weren’t part of the dungeon store, but Dungeonco had such an item and one of the girls had it in their backpacks.

When they faced a large dangerous beast, they would lure it to the bear trap, and then with their creature’s foot clamped and its movements restrained, they would move in for the kill. It wasn’t called a bear trap naturally, it was called a Dungeonco monster restraint or something, but it was effectively a bear trap. Oh, and this was another strategy that Diamond considered beneath her, but I imagined it’d be quite useful for normal heroines who weren’t freaks of nature that went beyond common sense.

“Are you okay?” Misty cried out when she saw the half-naked Sandy with her blood foot in a trap.

I had been worried about putting Sandy’s foot in a trap. I thought about faking it at first, or even coming up with something else, but Sandy said that it didn’t hurt her. She didn’t have real blood, so the blood gushing out the wound was just an illusion. She could make the wound, and even her bone was fake. Her resilience was an asset I would need to figure out how to utilize more in the future.

“No… it hurts…” Sandy whimpered, looking down at her mangled foot and playing the part of a helpless maiden perfectly.

“Oh, gods… how did this happen?” Misty asked, looking like she wanted to cry.

“She’s so easy to manipulate, Ms. Altruism.” Diamond scoffed.

I wanted to smack Diamond sometimes. Was being a decent human being so bad? Misty was much more likable than her. If Misty wasn’t trying to kill me, I’d rather have her around me than Diamond any time.

 “I was separated from my group.” Sandy continued the cover story we had created for her. “I ended up falling for this trap.”

“Let me help.” Misty stepped forward onto the platform, reaching for the trap.

“Be careful!” Sandy warned, reaching out toward Misty.

Suddenly, Sandy’s body split in two. Her body opened up lengthwise from her lower mouth to her upper mouth, a vertical mouth filled with teeth. She lunged on top of Misty, and I mentally leaned forward, feeling just a small bit of regret. If Sandy ate Misty, then she would be able to look and sound like Misty. Misty’s death felt like a shame, but I had no other choice.

“Won’t work.” Diamond shook her head.

At that moment as Sandy’s teeth reached around Misty, she suddenly fell back, letting out a scream. At first, I couldn’t see what happened, but when Sandy fell off the platform to the floor, her foot was severed. Misty hadn’t hesitated to cut off her foot!

“It was the only way to… eh?” She looked around to see a shrieking monster somewhere in between Sandy and teeth.

It was a very horrifying appearance, and it was one of the reasons I didn’t cozy up with Sandy more. In theory, she wouldn’t try to eat me, but she could always eat one of the monsters. All I needed to do was be in the middle of fucking her only for her body to open up like that and for me to fall in… and I might never be able to have a normal sexual relationship again. Thus, I preferred banging anyone else when I had the choice.

“Bitch!” Sandy screeched, leaping across the room.

Other than teeth, her body had scythe-like claws, which she used to dig into the floor and move quickly. She scurried out of the room just as the trap door slammed closed like a bug. Sandy still let out little monstrous shrieks as she crawled away, finding a corner to hide in and heal. I’d feel sorry and sympathetic toward her, but she was so damn repulsive at the moment. Her expressionless face hung behind her gaping mouth, and insect-like claws protruded from her mouth. Any sense of humanity was gone.

I heard laughter, and I turned to Diamond who had her head back and her shoulder shaking. “I told you that a mimic would struggle to kill someone like her.”

“You said even you’d fall for it,” I muttered. “Besides, it was luck! She thought she was helping free another woman.”

“Call it whatever you want.” Diamond wiped the tears from her ears. “Luck, fate… even if she hadn’t stopped her, her reflexes would have. As I said before, Misty’s combat skill is A-class. It’s just the rest of her that drags her down.”

As if to prove her point, the stunned Misty turned her attention to the cage door that fell closed. It would only raise back up when the correct weight was on the platform. That weight was now set to Sandy’s size, at least when she had her foot. To emulate that weight, Misty would have to leave behind almost all of her supplies.

Diamond had anticipated from the beginning that Misty would defeat Sandy, so we had never planned for Sandy to defeat her. Sandy had still chosen to try, and it had cost her a foot. It would grow back, but it was a shame seeing my mobs hurt, especially when I had so few. At the moment, forcing Misty to lose all her supplies was the best we could hope for.

This trap room was like the other trap rooms. I had to leave a certain amount of hints. In this case, the walls had a balance drawn on them. Furthermore, there was a real balance which reflected the balance between the platform and the door. As you added weight to the platform, it would go up or down. Only when it was perfect, would the door open. It still made the puzzle far too simple. The only way I could make it harder was to make the object itself, Sandy, run away as soon as she experienced trouble.

I thought the room would confuse Misty and she’d be stuck a bit longer, but Misty only experimented with the pressure plate a bit before understanding the entire mechanism. She opened up her backpack and placed various items on it. It took her about two hours before the weight was balanced enough that the door opened again. In the end, she had to sacrifice two-thirds of her backpack. It would have been more if Sandy hadn’t left her foot. Why did Sandy need to be so light anyway? If I fattened her up, would it make this trap more effective?

I decided not to fret on it anymore, because Misty left the room and was quickly bringing herself out of level three. It was only a short while later that she reached level four. She still had all of her armor and her weapon. Although she lost most of her supplies, that didn’t slow her down at all, let alone encourage her to flee. I couldn’t help but tense up again as she approached the bone. She didn’t even look at the riddle first. Then again, she already knew the secret.

She pulled out a vial of liquid and then poured it over the bone. She then kneeled and began to stroke it. I realized that the liquid she put on the bone must have been some kind of lubricant. Her hand moved quickly and thoroughly. I didn’t have my consciousness in the bone, but I felt she was being a bit rough with it. She needed to treat it a bit gentler. She needed to tease it first.

Splurt!

The bone ended up spurting out its essence. It was the first time I had seen it happen and I wasn’t in control of it. I felt someone betrayed that the bone was doing it on its own. It was supposed to be a deterrent, so didn’t it release its essence a bit too early?

Misty didn’t hesitate to lick up the essence. It was clear that she was willing to do whatever it took to get what she wanted. As I watched her clean it all up, I regretted not being inside the bone at the time.

The door opened, and the chest appeared. That was right! I had almost forgotten about the chest. It contained a piece of enchanted armor, but if she opened it she’d be sprayed with the substance that made her forget. It was enough to trap the Passion’s Summit there for weeks.

“I won’t woooork…” Diamond responded as I looked hopefully at the screen.

She pulled out a stick and then opened the chest from a distance. There was a puff of smoke, but she waved her sword, and the wind from her wave sent the smoke away harmlessly.

“What the hell!” I cried out. “When did she become so capable? She fell for every trap before.”

“Hmm…” Diamond crossed her arms, but she didn’t give me a response.

She had already taken the enchanted armaments. I could only curse to myself. I’d be taking it all back when I stopped her. Diamond was by my side. There was no need to worry. I watched as she entered the next room and overcame the gelatinous cube trap as easily as they had the first time. Then, she was on to the final room. I couldn’t help but grow increasingly anxious. Would I even be able to stop her?

She quickly secured the key. She didn’t bother with the shield. Instead, she focused on heading toward the door and unlocked it. When she headed down the stairway, she entered the boss room. It was a large room with columns.

“Uuuuuhhhh…” A moan came nearby.

She looked over to see a cage with a girl inside. That girl was covered in bruises and white stuff. Even though she had encountered a mimic before, Misty didn’t hesitate to run over to the cage.

“Are you okay? I’ll get you out of there!” Misty declared.

“Huh?” The somewhat delirious blue-haired adventurer glanced up, and then she let out a cry. “No! No!”

Misty frowned but still managed to draw her sword and spin just as a massive club struck her. The blade caught the club, but it was still enough to send her flying. She struck a column, and the sword in her grip went flying away. The cyclops then advanced on her, its feet thudding with each step. It raised the club at her. Misty raised her hands, letting out a cry.

“Wait? That’s it?” I asked incredulously.

“What did you expect?” Diamond responded. “She was distracted by that girl and he got a hit on her. This isn’t some game. It’s life and death. The first strike is often the last. Even an F-rank can kill an S if they don’t have their guard up. Have you never heard of the farmer who killed the knight? It’s a famous children’s story.”

I was ignoring her though. I immediately sent an order for him to stop.

He dropped the club behind him and then looked dumbly at Misty. Misty looked up, and then let out a cry. She started desperately crawling for her weapon which had rested at the base of a column. I took control of the cyclops and then reached down and grabbed her. Her hand just missed the hilt of her sword as I pulled her back. She spun and kicked me. Her kick hurt! I kicked her back.

I kicked her right in the butt. She went flying forward, her head slamming into the column right above her sword. It was enough of a kick that blood started running from her head. I pulled her away from the sword, and she appeared too disorientated to grab it, letting me take a breath.

“What are you doing?” Diamond asked, in ghost form right next to me.

“She’s defeated,” I responded.

“She’s not going to stop until you kill her,” Diamond responded, but then a wicked look on her face. “Unless you want to use her first.”

“You…”

“Hey! Don’t point at me with that thing!” She pointed down at my dick. “If you want to break her apart, be my guest, I won’t stop you.”

I hadn’t realized it, but manhandling Misty had made me excited. When I first ran into her, I was in the body of a goblin, so she appeared larger than life. She was a voluptuous goddess I wanted to conquer. A few months later, and now she looked so tiny and weak. It aroused a new part of me, a part that wanted to defile and use her. A dark grin formed on my Cyclops face, and I began to rip off her clothing again.

I had managed to make her mostly naked, with only a few tattered remains of clothing that couldn’t hide her modesty at all. As I got on top of Misty, Diamond snorted and disappeared, although I had a feeling she was still watching from a distance. I didn’t mind though. I wanted her to see. I wanted the world to see me defile and conquer this goddess. Even if that guild master came tomorrow and killed me, I’d never regret doing this.

As I grabbed onto her, her eyes snapped open. She was dizzy, but she was still alert. She struggled, but her strength was nothing compared to mine. I grabbed her body and pulled her over me. My massive dick fell between her legs, not quite as thick as those pearly white thighs, but still substantial enough that it looked like she’d be slit in two.

She struggled more, her eyes widening in fear. She was about to scream, so I put my fingers inside her mouth. I gagged her and then used my other hand to pin her wrists down. With her completely subdued, I was finally ready to start.

All of her skills were just that, skills. As soon as she was restrained, all of those skills accounted for nothing. A cyclops was stronger than a human, and now that she was naked and under me, she lacked any means of resisting. One hand was enough to hold her hands up. When I was sure she wasn’t going to scream, my other hand started grabbing onto her ass. She squealed. Her breasts were bouncing, her eyes were watering. I smirked and then began to rub my thick fingers around her pussy. Her folds were already wet, and her eyes widened in horror as she realized what was happening to her body.

My thick digit easily penetrated her insides. Her hips began to buckle, and her eyes rolled back in horror. She was shaking, and yet, the more I played with her, the wetter her pussy got. She shook her head as if trying to deny her own body, her tears flying off her face. I ignored her as she cried, her body tensing. I began to spread her cheeks. My thumb rubbed her clit, and a small bit of moisture started to dribble from her insides. Then, I took my finger out and shoved my middle digit in. She cried out, her eyes rolling back in horror. Her whole body was shaking.

Misty’s face was bright red as tears ran down her face. Her eyes were watery; her breasts were heaving. Her hands were pinned, and her hips were buckling. It was clear she was trying to hold it together, but a cyclops was fingering her. All of our previous interactions had been with her unconscious. Even if she suspected something happened, she could deny it to herself and pretend like her purity was maintained. Now, she had to face the lewd things happening to her pure body. My thick fingers were spreading her pussy apart. She could see her wet insides. Her juices were starting to dribble out as she was aroused under a monster. Was she more horrified that a monster was defiling her, or that she secretly liked it?

“Please stop,” she whimpered in a feigned attempt at resistance.

She was shaking, but I kept going, rubbing her clit. She was getting tighter, and I knew she was about to climax.

“Don’t make me…” she was gasping.

Don’t make you cum?

I smirked, and then I grabbed her hips and flipped her over.

“Don’t-!” she yelled, and then a moan came out instead.

My fingers slipped out of her pussy, and then, in one motion, I put her on top of my shaft.

“Wait! Wait!” she gasped. “It won’t fit-!”

With one hand, I grabbed her hips. I pinned her down and lifted her ass. She was in a sitting position, impaled on my cock. Her eyes were wide, and her tongue was hanging out.

“It’s too big!” she moaned, but even as she said that she was getting tighter.

“Nngh… please… I’m…!”

She was drooling, her face was turning red.

“Don’t cum,” she begged. “Please, I’m already…!”

I grinned and grabbed onto her hips. With her arms still pinned and her legs forced to ride on my cock, there was nothing she could do to stop me. I used her beautiful body to sheath my monster cock.

“Noooo,” she moaned, her body shaking as she was pushed up and down. “Don’t move me like that!”

Her voice was growing more high-pitched, more lewd, and she was squeezing me tighter.

“No! No!” she moaned. “Not so deep! It’s so big! It’s stretching me too far! I’m going to be torn in half!”

She was shaking, but her words only spurned on my movements. To my massive beastly body, she was nothing but a tight fleshlight for me to enjoy.

“Stop moving me like that!”

She was gasping and panting, and then…

“Oh god! It’s cumming!

Misty came. She squeezed down on my cock as her body shuddered in a mind-shattering orgasm.

“Noooo,” she moaned.

The fact that her body orgasmed was proof that she wanted this. It was also proof that I could do it again.

“No! Please! Give me a break,” she panted, her face red and sweaty.

She was still recovering, but I ignored her pleas.

“Please stop!”

I wasn’t even in yet.

“It’s too much!”

I was getting thicker the further down she went, and yet, it was still not in.

“My tummy!” she gasped.

I wasn’t sure if she meant her stomach, her womb, or maybe both. I grabbed her ass and began to bounce her.

“Ahh! Ahhh!”

She was shaking her head, her long hair flying everywhere. She was still cumming. Her pussy was so tight, it felt like she was sucking my cock.

“Too much,” she gasped.

She was panting, her tongue was hanging out. There was no sign of resistance left.

“Please, slow down,” she begged.

She was shaking, her breasts were swaying.

“I’ll go crazy,” she whimpered.

But I didn’t care.

“It’s too fast!” she panted.

I was bouncing her faster, and then, with a mighty push, I slammed her down and forced her to swallow the entire thing.

“UGHHHH!”

Her eyes rolled back in her head, and her whole body tensed up. She came so hard, her fluids squirted all over my stomach.

I let go of her arms, and she collapsed to the ground. Her body was still shaking, spurts of liquid coming out of her gaping pussy hole. She started crawling away, pitiful and desperate. I hadn’t cum yet though. I was just getting started. I wouldn’t let her die until I got my worth out of her. I never imagined that by the time I was done with her, rather than have to kill her, she would become my most valuable ally.

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“Great Goddess, I cannot fail again.” Misty spoke with a fierce look in her green eyes. “This dungeon is evil. It corrupted to soul of a friend. It caused the disappearance of a local party. It has even touched… It is evil! Please, this is my last chance to defeat this great evil. River says that if I fail one last time, she’ll take care of it herself. Please, give me the strength. Please…”

Her tone was different than it was before. There was a hint of desperation, and she ended it in tears. Diamond stared at the screen in disdain.

“Who is this great goddess she keeps praying to?” I asked.

“A joke,” Diamond responded. “Just superstitious drivel. Since the demon king was a real person believed to be tied to the rise of the dungeons, some heroines began to believe there must be a goddess that countered the demon king. It’s all a joke to trick idiots into giving up their money by giving tributes.”

“I see, what about River?”

“River is the guildmistress.” She spoke stiffly.

“The guildmistress?” I turned to her. “Isn’t she that A-rank?”

“P-probably…”

“What does that mean?”

“No one knows how strong the guild mistress is. There are rumors she was demoted and put in charge of the local guild as punishment for some crime.” Diamond spoke uncertainly.

“Demoted! Doesn’t that mean she’s a higher rank than A?”

“It’s possible she was an S-rank… but that would have been years ago! She’s at least a decade older than when she was in her prime.”

“Still, if she comes here, we’re dead!”

“She’s not going to come.” Diamond waved her hand. “You forgot, I’m leaving once we deal with the Misty thing.”

“You mean you’re running away!”

“Hey! I’ll keep the guild master at bay. You just worry about getting strong enough to protect yourself. Focus on that inscription stuff. Be useful.”

“Oh, that’s rich… I need another book!”

“I’ll send you one once I get back to the city, I promise.” Holding up her hand, she didn’t look trustworthy at all.

It wasn’t like I had much of a choice though. I was already committed to this. I could only watch as Misty prepared at the entrance and then made her way forward. The first level was pretty much unchanged, and for as clumsy as Misty appeared, she never made the same mistake twice. She quickly managed to jump over the obstacles and made her way to the end.

As she reached the second level though, I sat up a little straighter. The last time she had been at this level, it had been dedicated to goblins. After she killed them all with Diamond’s help, I hadn’t bothered to resummon them. I only had my single goblin, who was mostly given cleanup duty when he wasn’t being used as my dick. Now, the rat king whom she never met was on that floor.

I originally felt no hope for the rat king, but that was before I started attracting rats to my dungeon. Rather than buying them with DP, I allowed my rat king to capture ones already outside. With the help of food and traps, he now had an army of around three hundred rats. It still wasn’t anywhere near the maximum power of a rat king. Diamond said the rat king could control ten times that amount, but that took the time I didn’t have and DP I couldn’t waste.

She walked down the hallway, her sword drawn and her mind alert. She no longer took this dungeon for granted, although I also saw that she didn’t move nearly as cautiously as the F-rank did either. Every step forward was confident and determined. Misty was fearless. If she wasn’t trying to kill me, I’d admire her.

“Screeee!”

Misty had passed the hidden alcove where the rat king was stationed. As soon as she passed him, he cried and the rats came skittering out. Misty knew something was wrong, and she held her blade tightly as she looked around, but she didn’t notice the rats at her feet until they were already crawling on her.

“Tch!” She made an irritated sound and then kicked her feet.

She almost looked at the rats with disdain. I wasn’t necessarily expecting her to act like Passion’s Summit, but she could have at least been a bit startled. Each one of those rats was the size of a chihuahua. I nearly screamed the first time I saw one and I was the one capturing them.

She swung her blade a few times, and rat blood splashed as she continued. Her feet and legs were covered in scratches. I asked Diamond before if there was anything like the plague. I wasn’t above using biological warfare if it meant I’d live a bit longer.

Unfortunately, she had never heard of it. It turned out, illness and disease were one of the few things in this world that had all but been eliminated. Anyone with enough money could buy potions to resolve just about everything. The only humans at risk of disease were the poor. Disease became associated with poor people, and even if the rich did get sick, they usually resolved it silently and recovered while on personal health retreats so they weren’t accused of being associated with the lower classes.

I could only sigh as I watched the rats get eliminated. The only reason I wasn’t more depressed was because Diamond told me the rats would multiply on their own rapidly under a rat king. I had gathered as many as I needed to start a colony, and now it was just a matter of time before the rat king bred them all up. Even if I lost 90% of them, I’d still have enough to recover.

It was all fine as long as they made it to the next part. While she was still distracted moving forward while keeping the rats following her back, tentacles emerged from the next alcove. Before she could do anything, one got around her hand and forced her to drop her sword. She cried out as she was dragged into the alcove, more and more tentacles wrapping around her.

“Yes!” I made a fist of excitement.

“Yes, what?” Diamond made a face. “These creatures don’t have a lot of strength. They’re better at distraction and inconvenience. Unless you have someone to stab her while she is incapacitated, she’ll escape shortly.”

“Stab her…” My eyes widened as I considered such a thing.

That was right, this was supposed to end with Misty’s death. That was what Diamond was waiting to do. I shouldn’t be upset about it. Misty wanted me dead, so it only made sense that I should kill her first. I didn’t want to kill her though. Compared to the girls in cages, she was many times more beautiful. She was like a natural goddess. Why couldn’t I have been stuck here with her instead of…

“What are you looking at?” Diamond demanded.

“Nothing… I’m going to see if I can restrain her a little longer. More time, more points, right?”

“Mm…” She narrowed her eyes but didn’t say any more.

I left the cyclops in the boss room and floated up to the tentacle monster. I knew Diamond was thinking I came to do perverted things, and she wasn’t wrong. It had been a long time since I had touched Misty’s body. Back then, I was an inexperienced virgin. Over the last month or so, I had banged the four women of Passion’s summit countless times. I had used big dicks and little dicks. I had them ride me on top and forced them under me. I wasn’t the same pre-maturely ejaculating man as I was before.

Having Misty as my first was like a child being taught martial arts by a master. I was too ignorant to appreciate what I had. Now that I was on the cusp of losing it, I felt sadness and reluctance. Perhaps, I could make Misty flee once again before she got too deep. If she didn’t make it into the Boss room, then she wouldn’t have to face the combined attacks of Diamond and the cyclops. My only chance was to make her flee like last time! I could strip her down and take all of her stuff!

With my mind made up, I entered the tentacle monster. Immediately, I could feel her body wrapped up in my many tentacles. The tentacle monster didn’t have eyes or ears, so I was blind and deaf. The tentacle monster could feel, smell, and taste though, and these senses were many times stronger.  The thick aroma and taste of Misty assaulted me as I was overcome by silent, blind darkness. I regretted not practicing controlling the tentacle monster before, as I was fumbling in the dark. Some tentacles felt like fingers, and others felt like toes. Of course, a few felt like my other appendage too. Yes, there were multiple penises! It felt weird having my penis wrapped around her ankle.

I could only push forward with what I had though. The tentacle monster was there, so I had to use it to strip and embarrass Misty. I got to work.  Misty was a good girl, so she wasn’t wearing anything inappropriate. None of her clothing was easy to remove or tear away. She was still wearing her underwear, and it was only functional with no level of sex appeal. My tentacles were not very precise, and so the bra came off a little crookedly. Misty’s large breasts swung free, and my tentacles excitedly squirmed as I grew elated. It was hard to control them my first time, so some of the tentacles were squeezing tightly while others were just lying there doing nothing.

I did my best to strip her down, her armor falling away, followed by her underclothing. I could feel her fighting, kicking, and struggling against my tentacles as they slid under her clothing.  If she was saying anything, I literally couldn’t hear her. One of my tentacles found her mouth, and I stuck it in. Unfortunately, it contained the feeling of a big toe, not my penis, but that still felt tingly as her lips wrapped around the tip of my toe. I didn’t have any weird food fetish, but I was open to experimenting.

I could only feel her soft skin against the rough and slimy surface of my tentacles. She was still fighting and resisting. Her body was sweaty, and her heart was racing. I wasn’t able to hold her still or contain her struggles, so she was able to get an arm free and push away some of the tentacles. Misty’s hand wrapped around a tentacle near her neck and squeezed it tight. Then, her hands found one of the tentacles containing the feeling of a penis, and she squeezed it tight too. I could feel the blood pumping through the tentacles as she squeezed, and her tight grip around my cock was amazing. She was stroking it, but not in a sensual way. It hurt, but I still couldn’t stop myself from being turned on by the feeling.

I couldn’t stop now. As I got a better sense of the dimensions of her body through touch only, my movements grew bolder. One of the tentacles had slipped between her legs, and I could feel something wet dripping onto it. My precious little goddess was getting wet again. I knew that even this perfect pure girl had her lewd side. After all, she had gotten wet when I used goblins on her before. There was no reason to think that she wouldn’t enjoy this too. The thought that she was dripping in arousal was too tantalizing. My mind was clouded by desire. I was determined to make her cum with my tentacles.

There were no thoughts about what would happen after. I stopped considering the fate of my dungeon or Misty’s life. My entire focus was on the pleasure I could bring her with the tentacles, and the pleasure that I could receive in return with her perfect body. It was time to take her. A tentacle that had a penis shape was thrust into her. I was a little off. I had missed and had instead gone into her butt. She was tight there, but it wasn’t quite as tight as her front hole. It wasn’t an unpleasant sensation either, and I couldn’t help myself but linger. This wasn’t the first time I had played with her asshole though, and while her body shook slightly and her buttcheeks tightened, there were no other negative responses.

I could get a 3D image of her body just by Tough. Every tentacle could sense her body, and it was as if her body was being caressed all over. Her body was like a drug, and I could barely control myself. Misty’s body was burning up. There was the heat radiating from her body and the heat that was building up inside her body. With her legs spread wide, I could feel the pink, throbbing pussy. It was begging to be filled. The tentacle wrapped around her ankle was pulled forward, and I could feel the muscles in her body tensing. It was almost as if her pussy was pulling the tentacle forward. I thrust forward, and I could feel her warm flesh wrap around the tentacle. My body shuddered as the feeling of the penetration reached my brain. I was in heaven, and the world spun around me.

My vision was black, but the rest of my senses were heightened. The wet, slippery sensation of her vagina was a thousand times more pleasurable than her hands and mouth combined. As I thrust into her, her inner walls moved. I could feel the folds inside of her and the soft texture of her body. Misty was shaking. I could simultaneously taste the salty tang of her pussy, from the salty outer layers of skin to the sweet nectar inside. My nose was filled with her scent too. Her ass and her pussy assaulted my nose, but I didn’t care, I loved the smell and taste of both!

As her body grew tense, she clenched her teeth and bit down hard on my tentacle. I could feel the pain as the tentacle in her mouth was bitten. I was suddenly glad it wasn’t a penis tentacle. The pain was intense but manageable.

The tentacle in her pussy was thrust in and out, the slime from the tentacle making her wet and slippery. I could feel her insides quivering and pulsating. The tip of my tentacle brushed against the end of her insides, and she let out a scream. I couldn’t hear her screams and moans, but I could feel the vibrations with the tentacles wrapped around her chest. Her screams were muffled by the tentacle in her mouth though, and she was left shaking and panting. Her body was trembling, and she was squeezing down tight on my tentacle. The warmth and wetness from her pussy was a blessing, and the throbbing feeling was too much. I was enjoying her a ton.

At that moment, I reached a full tentacle climax. The tentacles were wriggling, and I could feel the slime from them coating her body. The tentacles had an intense orgasm, and her insides were flooded with juices erupting from the tips of every tentacle. I didn’t know what this stuff was, but it happened to be white so it was semen in my mind.

Misty’s body shook with an orgasm too, and her vagina quivered, milking my tentacle for everything it had. Her pussy was so good, I had come too fast. I wished the experience could last longer. It was in that moment I felt a horrible pain. My grip on her had slackened as I orgasmed, and at that moment, she had somehow reclaimed her sword. She cut off pieces of me. I retreated from the tentacle monster’s body. It had lost half a dozen tentacles in an instant, finally dropping the naked Misty, covered in white milk a bit too liquidy for cum.

She quickly backed away from the tentacle monster, but it had already retreated into the alcove. It had lost half its tentacles and very nearly died. I let it know it did a good job and that it could hide and recover from hereon out.

“Is that… Milk Nectar?” Diamond appeared as a ghost, staring down at the white-stained Misty with shock.

She floated next to her and sniffed. I would have grabbed her if I had hands. Wasn’t she afraid of being seen? Thankfully, Misty showed no signs of noticing Diamond in her ghost form.

“It’s what the tentacle monster released.” I casually collected a small vial and once we returned to the boss room, I handed it to Diamond’s physical form.

“It is! Those fucking bastards!” She cursed, making a face.

“Huh? What’s milk nectar?”

“It’s a high-class beauty product!” She announced. “It’s a special lotion that gets rid of wrinkles and scars and makes skin smooth.  It seriously comes from the sexual discharge of a tentacle monster! I-I’m going to throw up!”

As Diamond made gagging noises, I watched the screen as Misty put her clothing back on, not even cleaning herself up as she just rubbed the milk nectar into her skin. Rather than look like she wanted to run, she looked more determined than ever before. My plan seemed to have failed.

“That lucky bitch! A Milk Nectar bath costs more than a dilboy, and she got one for free!”

“Bitch, is it gross or is she lucky? Make up your mind!” I shouted at her.

“What the fuck did you say?” She asked darkly.

“I apologize! Please take these tubes of milk nectar I collected as recompense!” I apologized immediately, remembering I still needed her.

“Hmph… shameless.” She calmed down slightly, but even though she said that she still took the vials and stored them in her ring.

I let out a sigh and turned back to the screen showing Misty. It had only been a few hours, and she was already on the third floor.

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“That treasure chest is properly trapped. I think there is something wrong with this room. We need to continue!” The yellow-haired leader finally declared.

It was as Diamond had predicted. Only two days later, the leader finally broke free of the spell. As soon as she realized things were off, she forced the other two to pack up and she dragged them through the door onto the second puzzle room. They followed her with dazed-like looks.

“How long… what…” the violet-haired girl asked as she was dragged out of the room and away from the effective range of the bone.

“This…” The other girl looked around like she had been in a dream. “What happened?”

All three girls had lost significant weight. Their clothing was covered in dirt, their bodies were sticky and smelled of sex, their hair was ruined, and there were deep bags under their eyes. What should have been a few-day journey for them ended up lasting over a month. How did they make it that long? Well, Diamond’s ring helped. She had a ton of extra supplies from being a heroine, and most of them she didn’t need to know that she was undead.

During the period they were knocked out from the forget-me-not potion, we’d sneak in and replace the supplies they had used. Thus, with their food and wood remaining at the same level, it further reinforced their endless cycle. Once their mindless lust took over, they decreased the amount they ate and so we were able to stretch it out for a while.

Unfortunately, it was her supplies running out that had made Diamond so sure of their inevitable escape. As soon as the leader noticed there was no more firewood and the food was almost all gone, she managed to wake up quickly.

“I’ve heard of some B-rank and higher dungeons having sleeping traps.” The yellow-haired leader explained. “Don’t you guys remember the story of the S-rank and the tree? She slept under it for one thousand years?”

“A thousand years!” the violet-haired girl cried out. “We lost a thousand years?”

“Don’t be stupid!” The leader glared at her. “I’m just saying it’s something like that. It only should have been a few days since we still have a bit of food left.”

“We’ve been asleep for a few days?” The blue-haired girl yawned. “No wonder why I’m so tired.”

“And sore…” The other girl touched her abdomen. “My insides feel like I’ve been riding a wild horse hard for weeks.”

“I thought it was just me.” The blue-haired girl nodded. “I feel strangely… sensitive.”

As I listened to their conversation, I couldn’t believe it. They didn’t remember it at all. All of the embarrassing things they had been doing were lost. I suddenly wished I had some way to record it. I asked Diamond about that.

“You mean an experience stone?” She offered. “Those are expensive.”

“Experience? This just records the sights and sounds… like this!” I gestured to the screen the both of us were using.

“Oh, I don’t know of anything other than you that can create an image like this, let alone one of the past. An experience stone records everything a person is experiencing in that moment. It’s often difficult to use it effectively, but if you use it, you feel exactly what the original person felt. It’s a way of sharing experiences with others. Supposedly, there are a few recorded scenes of a man and a woman together, and rich women will pay for the experience of lying with a man. This can also be used for torture, by giving someone the experience of someone being brutally tortured or killed.”

“That’s… horrible.”

“It can also teach you to learn a skill, but directly giving you the lesson.”

“On second thought, that’s cool.”

I could gain the experience of a master blacksmith making a peak item. Such a thing would be invaluable to an apprentice. Well, that was assuming such a recording existed. The big point of it though was that this world didn’t have any recording magic. Given all of the scanners Dungeonco offered, it seemed kind of silly that there was no magic camera. My dreams of recording some of these experiences were dead… yet, wouldn’t it be even better if I could replay the entire experience, including the feel of their bodies and the rush of orgasming inside them? I needed to get my hands on one of those experience stones.

“Okay! We’ll be quick! You push and you pull!” The girls on the screen were doing something that caught my interest.

As soon as I saw what they were trying to do, my expression couldn’t help but turn incredulous. They had used a stick to check for pitfalls, so I knew they had one. Yet, instead of using it to push the key out of the gelatinous cube, they decided to send one girl through it. I admit that this was how I intended them to originally defeat it, but after knowing how they had a guild and such tricks were freely traded, I realized how foolish and amateurish such a trick was. Yet, it was still effective against these girls.

“Hold your breath, running start… go!” The violet-haired girl jumped in while the yellow-haired tried to grab her from the other side and the blue-haired girl tried to push her through.

It only took about thirty seconds, but when the violet-haired girl came out the other side, she was gasping for breath. Her clothing had several holes in it and her armor looked slightly etched. Steam rose from her body almost like she had been cooked a bit long.

“Hmph, amateurs.” Diamond only opened a single eye before closing it again.

“Are you okay?” The leader asked, patting the other girl. “You got the key?”

She nodded. “I feel good. Ah, better actually. I feel refreshed!”

Her body did look cleaner.

“That’s right! I heard the acid works very slowly. If you’re covered in filth, it’ll help you exfoliate dead skin!” The blue-haired girl declared.

“That’s true!” The yellow-haired girl nodded. “I heard the same thing… maybe we should…”

To my surprise, the girls decided to use the gelatinous cube to clean themselves. The girls took turns getting undressed. They’d put in one body part at a time and then pull it out. By the time they were done, their bodies had a nice rosy complexion. I couldn’t help but glance at Diamond.

“Such a thing is useless right after level three slime.” She spoke without opening her eyes. “Only a bunch of whores who abused their bodies for a month would need to clean themselves in such a way.”

I nodded thoughtfully, but it did make me wonder if maybe I should include bathrooms in the dungeon. In truth, they were going in the corner, and it was kind of gross. Diamond didn’t think it mattered and seemed to take adventurers crapping in any corner they wanted for granted. She had never thought of it from a dungeon’s point of view. I made the goblin come pick it up every day and dump it outside to maintain the rouse. He was very quickly becoming the dungeon’s janitor. At least he could handle complex orders better than Sandy and didn’t get caught in traps as easily. Maybe, I should name him.

Either way, the group managed to get passed the second puzzle room and then moved on to the third. I knew this puzzle wouldn’t be able to stop them either. With three of them, they managed to get the key fairly quickly. They also fought to get the shield, but after failing to manage to wrestle it free from the hands, they gave up on it. The shield was now enhanced with durability, so it was a bit better than it was before.

The girls were groped various times by the wall of hands, but I didn’t partake in any of the fun. I was far too concerned about the 5^th floor. Despite everything, their group had made it. They opened the doorway and headed down, and I gave the Cyclops orders to knock them out. Why wasn’t I controlling it? Well, I wasn’t exactly combat-capable. Besides, Diamond said it should be smart enough to fight on its own. At 50,000 points, it better be!

“This should be the final level, right? A boss level?” The blue-haired girl asked.

“Finally, we can destroy this dungeon and leave.” The violet-haired girl added.

“What boss though? It better not be another rat king!” The leader continued.

“Roar!”

“Fuck!”

“What’s that?”

I heard a few moments of struggle, but then things went quiet. I had my eyes closed, so I wasn’t watching things transpire. I had been too frightened to look. However, as the quiet lingered, I couldn’t help but open one eye, and then the other.

“What the hell?”

“Rooooaaaaaar!” The cyclops kicked a girl on the floor.

“Oi! Don’t do that!” I raced over and took his body. “They’re defeated?”

“What did you expect?” I heard Diamond’s voice from my core room. “A C-rank boss against F-ranks. Even if it was an F-rank boss, they’d likely lose with a team of three. With a C-rank boss, they were never a threat.”

I looked down at the three unconscious women. Only one of them showed any signs of injury. The blond-haired girl had blood on her forehead. They were still breathing though.

“They’re still alive. Wh-what now?” I asked.

“That’s your choice, isn’t it? You can kill them and earn all of those dungeon points.”

“I can’t kill them!”

“You can kick them out of the dungeon, and lose all the dungeon points.”

“I can’t do that either!”

“I already said I’m leaving it to you.” She huffed. “Make your own decisions. It has nothing to do with me!”

I opened my mouth and then closed it again. I’d only make her madder if I said something. She was right. I had three options. I could kill them, I could let them escape, or I could capture them. If I captured them, it’d be bad if they ever escaped. I could feed them all to Sandy. I’d get the points, and I could always summon their bodies if I ever got lonely. What should I do?

As I was considering things, their fresh smell reached my nose. I cursed myself that I didn’t cut off my senses when I entered the cyclops in a hurry, but their sweet smell cleaned off from the gelatinous cube was already enough to cause a part of me to twitch in desire.

Why get rid of them? Aren’t they already your toys?

My mind quickly darkened with lust and desire. I could manage some food. I could even keep drugging them. They wouldn’t remember any of this! As my dark thoughts overrode my common sense, I began to get ready. First, I opened the story and spent some points. I had a good five thousand, so it was plenty for what I wanted.

I drugged the girls with the forget-me-not potion so they wouldn’t remember. By that point, I had plenty of extra parts and even could make it myself. Once they were out for a while, I got to work. First off, I created a new goblin. I didn’t have the heart to kill the one I was using so far, so I used a fresh one. I entered his body and then played with the girls until I was horny. Then, I had the cyclops kill the goblin by crushing his head. I repeated this process a dozen times. I then proceeded to harvest their bones.

I built three cages out of the bones, mixed with various other materials I could get my hands on. I was in no way a skilled tradesman, but with the cyclops enormous strength, it was rather each ripping things apart. With the goblin’s smaller hands, I could tie knots. I made sure to create several evil bones, which were embedded into each cage.

As I was finishing up, I noticed Diamond watching me. When I glanced her way, she snorted and turned away. Well, I didn’t need her permission. I just wanted the points. Of course, there was something else I wanted as well. I opened the cage just as the leader was starting to wake up from her forget-me-not potion. As her eyes fell on me, she let out a cry, desperately backing away. I could see the fear in her eyes, but it only turned me on more. With the potions, I’d get to enjoy that look many times. This world was magical.

“No, stay back,” she begged.

I smiled, reaching in and grabbing her arms. I dragged her out of the cage and pushed her up against the wall. Her armor was tight against her breasts. Her legs were slim. I pressed my mouth against hers, forcing her lips apart. She tried to turn away, but I was far stronger than her now. She couldn’t resist me. As my tongue explored her mouth, I slid my hand down between her legs, rubbing against her panties.

“Ah!” Her eyes were filled with confusion.

It was clear she thought she was about to die. Instead, she was being handled like a woman. I ignored her and pulled her panties down, sticking a thick finger inside her. I had never had this total control before, not against an unwilling participant. Sandy was completely under my control, so she didn’t resist at all.  This girl was afraid and closed off, but her body betrayed her true desires. She was already dripping wet. It made me want to fuck her right there.

She was panting, moaning. I could feel her trying to squeeze her thighs shut. I could see the denial in her eyes, the realization that her body wanted to be violated. None of these women knew the touch of a man. How could she feel anything else? Her body was craving my touch. It didn’t matter if I was human. She would come to realize that soon enough.

I pulled her away from the wall, pushing her onto the ground. The other two were starting to wake up, and I could hear them moving around in their cages. I will deal with them later. I ripped the leader’s underwear off and spread her legs wide. Then I unzipped my pants, pulling out my hard, massive dick.

When she saw it, she let out an intake of breath. It was a beast. I bet if anyone could take it though, it’d be these three girls. After all, they had been stretching themselves out on that bone for a while. It wasn’t quite as big as mine, but it was made out of hard material. They had each ridden it hard and mercilessly until their pussies were stretched and bruised. My little twelve-inch dick should be able to make it in quite nicely. She didn’t remember any of that though.

“N-no! Stop! It won’t fit!” She cried as she realized I was planning on fucking her with it.

“It’ll fit,” I told her, “You’ll see. Just relax.”

She seemed to be startled by my voice, but for some crazy reason, she seemed to relax. I positioned myself between her legs. I pressed the head of my dick against her pussy. Then I began to press into her. She screamed as she felt the massive invasion. It was so large that it had to hurt, but it also managed to slide in. She felt every inch pressing deeper and deeper into her, and I felt the head of my cock press into the back of her womb. It felt completely different from when I used the goblin’s dick, for her as well.

I could see the look on her face as she felt my huge dick spreading her insides apart. Her mouth hung open. She was gasping and panting. It was too much for her. I leaned forward, my dick sliding even deeper. She moaned, her pussy clamping down around me. It was too late for her. I started fucking her. There was no mercy. She would come, and she would enjoy it.

“Stop! Stop!” she cried, but her voice was hoarse and weak.

I continued thrusting, my hand holding her legs wide. Her pussy was squeezing around me. She was getting tighter and tighter. Her juices were dripping down onto the ground, forming a small pool beneath her. She was enjoying herself. She was being forced to enjoy it. These girls were going to become addicted to my dick.

“Hhaaa…. oh gods… haaah…!” She moaned loudly.

Her body was betraying her. I knew the other party members could hear their boss being raped, but all they could hear were her moans of pleasure. The pleasure was becoming too much. She couldn’t deny it. I continued pounding into her, and her moans got louder. I was starting to get close as well. I was getting lost in the feeling. My hips were a blur, and she was getting tighter and tighter.

Just before she came, I grabbed her throat, and she choked as I tightened my grip. She was struggling to breathe. I leaned down, thrusting harder and faster. She was gasping, and her face was turning red. I kept a tight grip as she was reaching her limit. Her eyes were bulging, and her hands were wrapped around my wrists.

“Ahhh! Ahhh!” she croaked.

She was coming. I was coming. My semen burst out, filling her womb with a hot, sticky mess. It was the most intense orgasm I’d ever had. I kept her pinned to the floor as my cum continued spurting into her, filling her. I finally loosened my grip on her neck, and she let out a long gasp. She then collapsed on the ground, a twitching, orgasmic mess.

“Next!”

I began to take turns, banging each girl. After the first, the others seemed to lose any will to resist. They looked at me helplessly as I pulled them out of their cages and used them as cock warmers. Their pussies were all stretched out from riding the bone, but still, they struggled to take my huge cock. Even with how wet and turned on they were, it took effort to get into each of their tight cunts. They had no experience with any of this, so all they could do was moan and scream. It took a while for them to adjust, but eventually, they were cuming, screaming, and squirting everywhere.

“Ahhhh! It’s too much! Oh, gods! Hhaaa!” The leader screamed on round two.

This body of mine was wonderful. I fucked all three girls, and then I was back with the first. This time, I had her on all fours. She was being fucked in her pussy, her knees scraping on the ground. Not only was I not tired, but I had cum three times and I was happy to do a fourth. As long as my perverted mind stayed mentally horny, this body could keep up with me. I did wonder how long the girls would though.

I pulled out after my fourth cuming. The girl was lying on the ground, her pussy leaking semen. She was gasping, barely moving. I wondered if she was going to survive. I squeezed her butt, causing some white stuff to squirt out. I wouldn’t let my fuck toys die so easily.

As I looked over the other two, I decided they could handle one more. I grabbed the violet-haired girl and put her on her knees. She had been the most shameless in camp, even masturbating in full sight of her friends. I dragged her out where the other two girls could see. I wanted them to watch this one.

Just as we got started, I had a warning go off in my mind. I ordered the cyclops to put them away for now and then I returned to my core room. Diamond stood up, looking at me with interest. I ignored her and brought up a screen of the front of the dungeon. Standing in front of it was the person I had been preparing for all of this time. This would be our last encounter.

“Misty.”

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