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Another week passed by, and Gobby did his job getting all of the girls pregnant. However, I noticed that once pregnant, their DP generation slowed down by quite a bit. All five of them now only gave about the same DP as two of them did previously. They still gained some, but it was at a noticeably slower rate. The life force that I was extracting from the heroines must have been diverting to the babies.

Well, I guess no free lunch existed in this world. If I was going to breed goblins, there would still be sacrifices to be made. On top of that, the girls also ate a fair amount. I was shocked by their appetites, which nearly matched their horniness. All these girls did all day was eat, fuck, and sleep. I mean, I put them in cages, so it wasn’t like there was anything else to do but it still felt painful to see what should have been a fortnight’s worth of food gone in a mere week.

As soon as I had introduced my breeding plan, Misty described what happened to women who were bred by a monster. It wasn’t uncommon for heroines who were captured by a monster to then be forced into mothering their children. The outcome for these women wasn’t pleasant.

The dungeon guild offered survival classes that taught women to just let it happen and then use any opportunity to escape. After all, they could have it magically terminated once they survived. Yet, sometimes, the women failed to escape and ended up going full term before another party could come and rescue them. Those who survived were usually ill and emaciated. If their rescue took too long, they were usually dead before they could produce a second generation of babies.

I didn’t mind that too much. If the party was eventually wiped out, I’d still end up with twenty-some goblins. That was enough to start my goblin village. Plus, I’d get all of their DP too. It wasn’t like these women were able to return to polite society after everything was done to them. Yet, the more I looked into things, the more I suspected that their deaths were preventable. It was likely that the mothers died because they weren’t being properly cared for.

Those little goblin babies must have been sucking all the energy out of those girls. I supposed for them to pop out a half dozen babies in under a month, the mass needed to come from somewhere. I suspected this was why female breeders looked so emaciated and sickly by the time the babies came, and why they didn’t survive the pregnancies without returning to human society. The monsters who captured them probably didn’t feed them enough, so the monster babies sucked them dry.

It wasn’t depression or exposure that killed them. It was malnutrition! Of course, this was only my theory. I’d have to make sure these girls were sufficiently fed for the next few months if I wanted to test that theory out. That meant that I needed to come up with a cheap source of food. The mushroom farm couldn’t possibly produce results now. My only thought was to ask Misty.

“Food, Master?”

I nodded. “What do heroines do for a cheap and reliable source of food?’

Misty bit her lip thoughtfully, her red eyes glowing in the low lighting around my core room. She lived in there with me, partially because it was nice to have the company, and also because she was my last line of defense from any enemy. After her demonification process, Misty didn’t seem to need to eat and was completely loyal, having no problem waiting long periods in silence until I needed her for something.

“There is no reliable food when you’re a heroine until you become rich.” She sighed. “Most heroines under a B-rank are scavengers. The new heroines will invest in rations, but anyone more experienced wouldn’t waste their month. Often, the monetary gains at those low levels are barely enough to counteract the cost of food.”

“Really…”

“Mm… just look over at Unbroken Bond. They originally arrived with two weeks of food. Food and supplies for a party of four, for two weeks would cost half a gold coin, that’s fifty silver coins. In exchange, they usually only can bring back a potion, and maybe some steel weapon. The potion might be worth a gold coin, and the weapon might be another two. In short, you risk your life and spend two weeks to earn seventy-five silver, after splitting four ways.”

“It’s that bad, huh?”

“Mm… that’s why experienced heroines scavenge everything. We eat anything we can kill.”

“So, I need something that can be gathered easily or breeds quickly so that I can feed the girls.”

“Doesn’t Master already have that?”

“Huh? I do?”

“Isn’t the colony on the second floor growing quickly, and the Rat King can always summon more.”

“Urk! Ahem, sorry.” I threw up in my mouth slightly. “Did you say something?”

“Master, every heroine eventually has to eat a rat at some point in their life.”

“I see… although that gives me an idea.”

Without saying anything else to Misty, I appeared on the second floor next to the Rat King. He was hiding in an alcove, and as soon as I appeared, he jumped in fear. This guy was skittish.

“I have a question for you,” I told the rat boss.

“Squee?” It looked up at me.

“How many rats do you have under you now?”

“Squee!” He looked proud.

“I see,” Somehow, I understood he said 107. “Can you give the rats orders?”

“Squee?”

“If I wanted to send them out to do scavenging, can they bring back items… for example, berries?

“Squee…”

“They would struggle, bringing things back that might not even be edible due to their low intelligence… I see…” I looked a bit disappointed.

“Squee, squee, squee?”

“What’s that? If you evolved, you would have greater control over the rats, and their intelligence would also increase… Why do I feel like you’re trying to con me? Are you just upset that so many other monster’s evolved and you haven’t?”

“Squee! Squee…” He shook his head in protest.

I let out a long sigh. “I need you to expand your rat operation. Raid camps, and bushes, and even lure predators like birds and bunnies. Maybe we can set up some snares and your guys can lure them back to base to become our food.”

“Squee, squee, squee squee…”

“Alright.” I threw up my hands. “I bequeath you, Rat King, the name Squee. You are Squee the Rat King.”

[-5000 DP Deducted. Rat King has become the named monster, Squee.]

[Rat King has evolved into a Rat Emperor. Rat Emperor can control a greater number of rats. They have greater control of the rats, and can imbue upon them status buffs at will.]

“Pricey.” I made a face.

I was glad it evolved him. I have no other way of inducing evolution other than giving them a name. Evolution otherwise seemed to come from experience. After seeing Gobby evolve into a Goblin Champion, I had some hopes for the Rat King, but ultimately the system saw a Rat King as much more valuable than a Goblin and charged me more for naming it.

“Squee.” Squee seemed excited.

“Well, at least you didn’t learn language skills, start expanding your colony and send them out to collect food.”

Hopefully, I could ratatouille up some grub for those girls. If not, I’d feed them rats instead. Should I have told Squee his rats were scavenging for their lives? Nah, they’d figure it out soon enough. I didn’t like confrontation, so why threaten them until they gave me a reason to do so?

I headed back down, moving through the ceilings to drop back to the fifth floor. I could instantly transfer my spectator body, but I used to be human, so it felt strange teleporting everywhere. Plus, who knew what ideas or issues I might discover? Part of life is a journey or something like that. As a result, I ended up dropping into the goblin village.

“Please. Me next!”

“No, I want it…”

“I miss the tentacles…”

Gobby was giving the leader of the Unbroken Bond his meat. He was working hard, panting as he thrust into her from behind, his body covered in sweat. In the other cages, the girls who all just started showing were all looking at him thirstily. They were practically humping the bars of their cage as they watched them pleasure their friend. The only one who kept her cool was the crazy girl from Passion’s Summit, who was staring off in a daze, humming to herself while stroking her stomach. I realized she was looking at where the cyclops likely was in the boss room below.

I gave a fake cough. It seemed like even Gobby wasn’t enough. I didn’t know if it was the influence of the evil bone, if these girls were already mentally broken, or if this was all just a product of extreme boredom, but they all wanted Gobby’s cock, and while his flesh was willing, it seemed one goblin wasn’t enough for four thirsty sluts. Until their babies grew up and could help with the breeding, Gobby had too much on his plate.

Of course, since they were all already pregnant, Gobby’s real job was over and was now only being a good host, keeping the girls entertained. I could call it making the best of a crappy situation. That’s when I noticed another person in the room. Looking around the corner at the group of women was Sandy. She was doing her best to be inconspicuous, but she was watching them with some interest.

She had been like that before. When I had Passion’s Summit locked in cages under the Cyclops’s care, she’d often stare at them for hours on end. If they weren’t practically delirious, it might have caused them to become even more unhinged.

“What are you doing?” I asked Sandy.

Sandy glanced over at me calmly and then looked back at the group of women. “Help.”

“Huh?” I blinked. “You want to help those women?”

She nodded fervently. My thoughts went to all kinds of places. Did she want to help free them? Did she want to improve their life? Deciding I was a bit curious, I stepped back and gave her a nod.

She looked over at me, and then cautiously stepped out from behind the corner and approached the cage. Although she was out in the open, the girls were all too focused on their stuff to notice her approach. The cage she approached first was the cage of the mage. She unlatched the cage. I tensed slightly. The cages could only be unlatched from the outside. Thus, when the goblin was doing his thing, the door was open, and the girl could escape. None of the girls had attempted it, but a goblin champion was pretty strong, on the level of a D-rank adventurer, and unlikely to be defeated by an unarmed F-rank heroine.

However, Sandy was a mimic. Her only danger came in surprise. If the girl made an honest effort to escape, she might’ve been able to. Of course, escaping the cage didn’t mean she’d be able to escape the dungeon, but it still made me nervous. The mage finally seemed to notice someone else had entered her cage. She glanced at Sandy with a confused expression on her face. That’s when Sandy suddenly erupted in tentacles.

I jumped as dozens of tentacles came out and grabbed the mage. One of the other adventurers screamed. For a second, I thought Sandy was going to eat the girl, but then I started hearing moaning. The black mage resisted at first, but her body quickly fell into the rhythms that she had become used to shortly after coming to this dungeon. Her eyes became filled with excitement. Although she had settled for goblin dick the past week, it was clear that she missed the violations of the tentacle monster.

Of course, I couldn’t move the monster down here. It was an immobile monster from the beginning and already assigned permanently to that floor. However, I never considered that Sandy as a mimic could also copy the monster. Its body was mostly just pale flesh stretched over a lumpy form, nothing to be attracted by, but the mage didn’t seem to care as she became wrapped up in its defiling tentacles.

Although the tentacle monster did have some intelligence, it was mostly a creature that functioned on instinct. When it probed a girl, it was mostly moving randomly with cause. However, Sandy was a mimic and a named creature. More than that, she spent the majority of her time as a woman. I’d even had sex with her several times, making her aware of the parts of a woman that turned them on. Simply put, she was familiar with a woman’s body, so as she controlled the tentacles, her actions were a lot more effective than the poor monster on the second floor.

She knew how to play with a woman’s breasts, rubbing them, kneading them, pinching and twisting the nipples. She knew the power of licking and sucking on a woman’s pussy. She even knew to violate her ass as well as her pussy. Sandy knew what would drive a woman crazy and the mage was quickly reduced to a puddle of pleasure. Furthermore, her tentacles weren’t limited to their basic shape. She could change the ends to anything she wanted, from mouths to penises.

Sandy’s tentacles wrapped around the woman and she was soon suspended in the air. The tentacles held her tightly, leaving no room for her to squirm, or attempt to escape. The tentacles played with the mage’s body. Her hands and feet were left free, but the rest of her was completely immobilized. They twisted her nipples, rubbed her clit, and fucked her holes.

The tentacles that had been inside her mouth moved out and started teasing her, but the mage eagerly wrapped her lips around it and sucked. The mage was completely lost in her sexual fantasy, moaning wildly as Sandy brutalized her with extreme efficiency. The mage was quickly driven wild, squirming around the tentacles. Finally, her orgasm ripped through her body.

When it was over, the mage hung limply in the tentacles, exhausted from the powerful experience. Sandy lightly set her back down in her sheets and even covered her up with a blanket before turning back into her female form.  Gobby looked over at her with a bit of awe. He was still balls-deep in the lead girl, still trying to bring her to orgasm. Meanwhile, Sandy didn’t look like she had broken a sweat.

She left the black mage’s cage and then entered the cage of the white mage. The white mage stared at her warily. She had been the one who screamed when she saw the tentacles. After getting over the withdrawals of her mana dosing,  she seemed to be one of the more lucid girls. She had still accepted her situation but was a bit wary of the monsters.

“I don’t want… tentacles,” the white mage said nervously.

Sandy tilted her head, and then her body changed. Gobby’s dick slipped, plunging into the girl’s ass. This was because the cage next to his suddenly had a second Gobby there.

“Ah! Wrong hole! Wrong hole!” the girl cried, trying to get Mimic Gobby to pull his dick out of her.

The white mage looked at the goblin and made a face. “I don’t like… men. Can you… turn back to your other form?”

Her words caused the other girls to glance her way, but she kept her eyes on Sandy. Sandy went back to her pink-haired form.

The white mage blushed slightly looking at her. “Do you have… a dildo we can use?”

Sandy looked down at her crotch, and soon her pussy switched into the form of an erect penis. She then glanced back up at the white mage?”

“Okay?”

The white mage’s face reddened more, but she nodded. She even crawled up and started to suck Sandy’s dick like a pro. She didn’t like men? She was certainly gobbling down that dick! Did that mean she liked ladyboys? Well, whatever, I continued to watch as Sandy took the lead, plowing the girl with her dick.

While this was going on, Gobby and his girl took note and seemed to jointly discover their love for anal sex. The goblin pounded away at her ass, and she was moaning in pleasure. That wouldn’t do for breeding in the future. I’d have to make sure he knew where to dump his load before indulging in the other stuff.

While I was enjoying the show, I suddenly felt a shiver run through my back. It was an ominous feeling, like something bad was going to happen. I tried to ignore it at first, but the threatening feeling only grew stronger. Eventually, I headed back to my core room and then switched to my bird’s eye view. I looked all around, but I didn’t see anything out of place.



It was a day later when I finally realized why I’d had such a feeling. A person had entered my dungeon area. The moment they had must have been the moment that unpleasant chill had run through me. It was just a single heroine, but she wore high-tier-looking get up. She had two pigtails of gleaming baby white hair, but her face was hard to see. She held a thin rapier in one hand, but on her back, a few mounds suggested she was packing more firepower under her cloak.

However, the thing that terrified me the most was that the moment she stepped into my space, the DP generation spiked through the roof. I had never seen my DP climb this quickly before.

“Misty…” I showed the girl on the screen, hoping Misty would play down my worries.

Instead, her face turned white. “Oh no.”

“What? What!”

“It’s Master.” She looked at me with fear in her eyes. “The Dungeon Guildmistress, River!”

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“Master…”

“Don’t say it.”

The pair of us were in the boss room while a naked pregnant girl looked on vacantly, a blissful expression on her face. I couldn’t be seen since I was in spectator mode, but the girl seemed to ignore the cyclops in front of her like she wasn’t talking to him. She waited patiently, not even remotely afraid at the appearance of one who could kill her with ease. It seemed like she could tell apart the cyclops from me. More than that, she was trying to say the baby was mine!

I had never gotten into this situation before. I started to freak out. I had never even touched a woman until I came to this world. I lived in my parent’s basement! How was I supposed to deal with becoming a father? No, this baby wasn’t mine. I used the cyclops’s dick, so it was his baby! How did someone take care of a cyclops baby? Would it even be a cyclops, or some half-human, half cyclops? How the fuck do you have 1.5 eyes!

On the floor were three freshly made corpses. These heroines would soon dissolve, their bodies becoming mana and their supplies becoming part of my treasure horde, which was much more than I usually got from the worn and broken-down parties I had previously repelled. Their armor wasn’t etched from slime goo and their food stocks weren’t completely depleted. I didn’t know the name of their party, but on the surface, they brought a wealth of dungeon points and nearly pristine supplies at almost no cost. However, my worry was whether someone would come looking for them.

“Master!”

“Ah! What? What!” Misty’s loud call finally snapped out of my panic.

“The best thing Master can do is mitigate the situation. We can figure things out as we go. That other party shouldn’t be allowed to escape.”

I blinked. She was right. What I needed right now was time. If the other party left the dungeon, then the news would get out into the world. Taking a breath, I entered the goblin. The cyclops really couldn’t speak well, even under my control, but now that Gobby was a named monster, his ability to speak was rather good.

“I don’t mean you any harm,” the crazed pregnant girl said. “If I stayed in the city and they found out I was pregnant with a monster’s baby, they would kill it. That’s why I returned. I even brought you an offering. These three are new heroines. They never even registered with the guild, hoping to avoid the taxes. No one will ever track them to you. Is this offering to your favor?”

Even if their deaths wouldn’t be tracked to me, could I really trust this crazy loon? I slowly emerged from the shadows as Gobby.

“What is it that you want?” I asked through the goblin’s mouth, though the voice no longer the shrill and unpleasant voice of a goblin, but surprisingly smooth and calming.

“Are you… him?” Her eyes snapped to me fervently. “I read that… monsters are all controlled by the dungeon. If they act in any unnatural way, it’s because they are acting at the will of the dungeon itself! That’s why it must be you, right?”

“You want to stay in this dungeon?” I asked.

She nodded excitedly. ‘Yes, daddy! I want to have your babies and stay with you! My body has already been molded to your shape. I can never return to normal society again.”

“Then, go fetch the women you parted with earlier. Do not kill them! Catch them all and bring them back down here. Tie the leader up next to the bone of corruption and let her become a bit more acclimated.”

“Yes, hubby!”

My goblin brow twitched. When did I upgrade to hubby? I let her leave anyway. I wasn’t worried whether she could handle it. The return journey for The Unbroken Bond was anything but unbroken. Despite their name, the girls quickly split apart to satisfy their desires. The archer crawled away on the ice to look for her goblin partner, and the mage naturally returned to her tentacled sex toy.

The only two who continued were the leader and the white mage. The white mage would have probably stopped at the bone of corruption, but she was too weak to resist, and the leader continued pulling her along. Up in a daze, she didn’t notice the other two abandoning them.

Standing in the room next to the cyclops, I couldn’t help to compare. Gobby wasn’t nearly as strong or muscular as the cyclops, but he had intelligence. I knew that he could ‘see’ through my eyes, and knew that I had taken over his body for the moment. I felt his fervent loyalty though. He had no qualms about me controlling him. I didn’t get any complex thinking or emotions from the cyclops. Gobby was about five feet tall, so he’d probably be considered a short king. He also had a proper six-inch cock.

I couldn’t help but feel slightly annoyed. When I asked Diamond about an avatar, she had come up with the cyclops. A goblin champion was far closer to standard human dimensions though. Then again, the goblin champion was a sentient creature, not a beast, so controlling it felt a bit odd. Although, like I said, Gobby was completely happy with me using his body, I could sense an undeniable trace of nervousness. No, a goblin champion wouldn’t work as a permanent avatar.

I sighed and left the goblin, giving him and Sandy orders to remove the dead bodies of the heroines the pregnant girl killed. They’d be gone in a few days anyway. I didn’t care where they ended up as long as they were out of sight.

“What is your plan, Master?” Misty asked as I returned to my room.

“I was just thinking,” I told her. “The Rat King can bring rats into the dungeon and make them part of the dungeon. This can be done DP-free, right?”

She nodded. “The Rat King has the power to control the rats.”

“Well, my goblin is now a Goblin Champion. That probably means he has the strength to control a goblin tribe, right?”

“Oh? Is that why Master made him a named goblin? You think ahead.”

“Of course.” I coughed, not daring to admit it was an accident, I decided to just run with it. “Anyway, that girl looks to be six months pregnant, but it’s not been a fraction of that time.”

“Monster babies do gestate much quicker than normal children. This is how the guild can determine if a woman becomes knocked up.”

“So, this kind of thing is normal?” I asked her. “Will they be halfbreeds?”

She shook her head. “Monsters can reproduce with humans, but you only get more monsters. Such instances happen. The dungeon guild has a ‘don’t ask, don’t tell’ policy when it comes to such things. You can get a baby removed magically and discretely without anyone knowing.”

“And what do you make of her?” I had brought up the screen of the pregnant woman.

She had taken the archer by surprise and knocked her out, currently leaving her in a bag, ready for to collect. I sent Gobby to collect them and bring them back down to the boss room.

“She is… broken,” Misty spoke awkwardly. “Some end up like this, although it’s very rare for someone F-ranked. There are usually all kinds of safety precautions to protect new heroines.”

Such safety precautions wouldn’t work when it came to me. No one expected an F-ranked dungeon to have intelligence.

“She hasn’t become a demon though.”

“This… I do not know why. Perhaps, she doesn’t meet the conditions necessary for demonification.”

I nodded. “Perhaps, you have to be a certain rank for that too.”

As we watched Gobby bringing the archer back down, Misty glanced back at me. “What do you plan to do with them?”

“I’m pretty sure tentacle monsters can’t get someone pregnant, nor can bones. However, the archer has played with that goblin quite a lot. That makes me think there is a high likelihood she’s carrying a goblin junior. How do goblin pregnancies work?”

“Goblins grow incredibly fast. They only take about a month. The mother usually puts out a liter of five or six. Based on the availability of supplies, only one or two make it to adulthood.”

“Let’s assume I can provide for the goblins. They’ll all reach adulthood. In that case, how large is a goblin village?”

“Goblin villages vary in size. In an F-rank dungeon, never more than five or six. However, in higher-ranked dungeons, you can see villages with hundreds of goblins. These are some of the most dangerous levels to pass. They are even used as boss levels sometimes.”

“Then, that is my goal.”

“You want to make a goblin village, master?”

I nodded. “It’s about time I added another floor. I’m going to expand this floor into a goblin village. Those girls are going to be the mothers of my new tribe. Goblin villages have to capture humans for breeding, right? I was thinking this could justify having them.”

“Although a dungeon capturing humans is a sign of intelligence, the goblins may do this naturally, even in a low-rank dungeon.” Misty looked at me with surprise. “However, if anyone finds the captured F-rank adventuress, you won’t be able to avoid being seen as a D-rank dungeon.”

“That’s okay,” I responded. “I’ve been thinking about it a while and given the number of people who have been killed or repelled, the guild might get suspicious anyway. As long as we don’t get seen as a C-rank dungeon, they shouldn’t assign us for destruction. The presence of a goblin village would explain everything. As a dungeon, I might not have even been involved. How could I help a random goblin champion enter and set up residence, right?”

Misty gasped. “That is what people would assume. Normally, a dungeon can’t grow this quickly otherwise.”

I nodded. I had been wanting to come up with a justified way to keep heroines locked up as DP dumps for a while now. The cyclops proved to be a bit too much, but if I could build up a village of goblins, they would scavenge for food and water and thus be able to take care of the human breeders. Any heroine that arrived would just assume they stumbled into the village unprepared and were captured. Furthermore, they could free them, which would act as yet another reward.

I didn’t plan to leave it just with that. Upon reaching the end of the village, I’d keep a small treasury. If I could convince them this was the final boss room, they might just turn back here and not end up so close to my home. The stairway would be hidden in the goblin champion’s hut, and so Gobby would be the final boss they’d need to pass to continue to the sixth floor.

Of course, I wouldn’t have Gobby risk his life. He’d have a means of escape if defeated. I planned to alter the room so that the goblins could live peacefully in alcoves. Only a few goblins would appear at a time, just like the rats for the Rat King. This would keep the entire colony from being wiped out by one abnormally strong heroine. They could also depend on sneak attacks and attack strategies. I’d let Gobby figure all that out. This was supposed to be a village of his making, not mine.

One thing I would add though, is that wherever we put the captured women, I’d add another evil bone. This one wouldn’t be filled with sexual desire, but rather motherly feelings. I already had one crazy pregnant girl. I’d give her the bone for a while, and eventually, it would reinforce a feeling of motherly love from the women having babies. This would keep them there longer and make them more receptive to being breeders.

This was my short-term goal, but I was also thinking about the future. Eventually, I’d build up to level ten. Number ten would be my new boss’s room, and five would then function as the 5^th level boss. The goblins could function as a servant class. Not only could they make forage for food, but perhaps I’d be able to make them mine and forge armor. The goblin village would become a source of extra treasures without spending a single DP!

However, that was just an idea I had. There was no saying it’d be able to come to fruition. Only time and effort would tell. The crazy girl knocked out each of the Unbroken Bond girls with ease. Even the leader who was the most coherent barely managed a struggle before she took a blow to the head and dropped like a sack.

Meanwhile, I began executing my plan. I couldn’t work on a level that had a heroine on it, so I made sure all the important stuff changed first. The unconscious girls were left on the fourth floor until the new floor was done.

With the help of the goblin champion, all of them were brought back down to the boss level, and placed within the bone cages that once held Passion Summit’s party. This time, I put the cages all together. Rather than giving them a feeling of hopelessness, I instead gave them a sense of familiarity. When one girl acted like a slut, the other girls would feel compelled to act like sluts, classic frat party rules. Of course, this also put them all next to the bone which was carefully placed out of their reach above the cage.

I also ordered the crazy pregnant girl into a cage. She didn’t resist at all, willingly going back in. This time, I had all of the camping supplies from the deceased team, so they were each given clothing, bedding, and food. I had expanded the size of the cages quite a bit, and they were more like small dormitories than cells. With that, I gave the goblin orders to get to work.

The new floor took advantage of the pillars from the previous boss room and then modified things. One would enter a zigzagging path lined with torches. There were several makeshift tents, also taken from the adventurers, which would serve as goblin homes, but they also served to hide small alcoves where goblins could hide. This would help me to build up and maintain their numbers and allow them to be quickly replenished in between dungeon raids.

There was a well-constructed well with a bucket to fetch water and even a central bonfire. I created a latrine too, which wouldn’t just serve as the place for the goblin’s waste, but also for anyone else who needed to use the bathroom inside the dungeon from now on. The goblins would eventually have the responsibility to sweep up and dispose of it there. The ceiling was fitted with a ventilation system to keep the air clean, and the fire served to warm up this area considerably. Of course, once the adventurer’s supply ran out, we’d need to worry about fetching wood.  I had never been concerned about temperature before, but when I was inside the goblin, I realized that it was a bit chilly underground.

Food would eventually be a problem. I didn’t want to provide food for all of these budding goblins or their mothers. The supplies from the heroines would only last so long. Thus, I searched through the dungeon store for solutions. After spending everything to build up the goblin village, I still had a good 10,000 DP and rising thanks to my four guests. You had to spend money to make money, and I considered the goblin village a future investment so I was willing to be a bit more generous.

The best thing I could find was a rapidly growing mushroom. The spores were cheap, and it said it could grow in any damp, cool place. Thus, I created a small chamber to the side of the village through one of the hidden alcoves and then filled it with mushroom spores. I built a leach field for the latrine directly under the spore room, so it remained damp and the soil would continually be renewed. What? This is how every modern septic tank was designed. Look it up.

With all of that handled, I waited for the girls to wake up.

Once the girls were conscious and aware of their predicament, the goblin champion appeared. He entered the crazy pregnant girl’s cage first and then had his way with her. She enthusiastically took his dick but almost seemed disappointed that it wasn’t the cyclops ploughing her this time. Although the cyclops was technically her baby daddy, I had a strategy at play, and the cyclops might upset that strategy.

After the goblin had his fill of the crazy pregnant girl, he left for a bit. Once he recovered, he returned, and this time he advanced on the archer. She panicked at first, but when she looked into his eyes, she seemed to realize he was the goblin lover from before. He gave her a slight nod, and her resistance faded. Soon, the two were making passionate love right in front of the other girls.

This was the strategy I was depending on. In a way, these girls produced a good demonstration of their purpose and direction in this dungeon. The crazy girl was the late-term pregnant girl who already come to terms with her lot as a babymaker. The archer was the girl who craved goblin dick and might already be with child. The white mage was only obsessed with dick and didn’t care where it came from. The black mage was hopelessly addicted to pleasure, and although the species changed, she’d more than likely adapt. Then, there was the leader, who was the most resistant.

By watching each girl fall from most amendable to least, when the time came when Gobby stood before the leader of the Unbroken Bond, she would have accepted her lot in life. In that way, all of the girls would become goblin breeders.

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Time passed as the girls remained with their lovers. The archer rode on top of the goblin, riding him for all she was worth. The black mage had her legs spread, one leg up on the ledge while she held the wall, letting the tentacles do whatever they wanted to her body. The White Mage perhaps fell the hardest. She would immediately jump on the bone, milking it desperately with her pussy until another spurt of mana came. Then, she’d collapse in a daze for hours before getting back up and doing it all over again. 

“It’s mana addiction,” Misty explained. “Too much mana can cause mana sickness, but for those who have strong mana control like mages, something else can happen. If they absorb too much mana, it induces a state of extreme pleasure. They can release the mana gradually so they don’t get mana illness, but instead, they become addicted to the pleasure. This is why mana potions are rarely sold, as some might drink them for pleasure. As a result, you can only get mana potions through dungeons. That bone is just too dangerous.” 

She made a face as if she didn’t approve of the bone all that much. It didn’t just guide women into debauchery, but could also make them addicted to the substance it gave off. It turned out this substance worked a bit like illicit drugs. I definitely would need to keep that in mind for the future. 

A few days passed and the girls seemed to show no interest in changing the status quo. They had all seemingly forgotten about their leader left abandoned in her illness, or perhaps they had assumed one of the other girls would handle it. The fire had long gone out and the leader had no choice but to shake and shiver in her sheets. After those two days, she finally crawled out of her sheets. 

Her face was red with fever, and she looked slightly delirious as she stumbled around. She covered herself with a sheet, but she was otherwise in nothing but her underwear. She managed to find the hallway leading to the bone and she walked down it, her hand against the wall to keep her from falling over. She ended up in the room with the moan. 

There was a wet thwapping sound as well as grunts and moans as the White Mage bounced up at down on the bone of corruption. She squinted slightly, but then she kept on walking like she couldn’t even see the girl. She seemed to be completely delirious. She stumbled right by the chest with rations and went through the door into the next room. The White Mage was so consumed with her lust, that she didn’t even seem to notice the leader as she passed by. 

The leader ended up approaching the gelatinous cube. She also seemed to see the key in there. Her eyes looked between the door and the key, and realization popped in. Carefully, she pushed her arm into the cube, reaching for the key. The leader immediately screamed as her hand started to burn. The gelatinous cube was acidic after all. The leader struggled and squirmed as the cube feasted on her flesh. Her cries of pain turned to groans of pleasure. 

“Nooo…” I couldn’t help but cry out. 

“Hhhaaaghnnnn…” Her body shook as if she was in euphoria even as her hand began to dissolve, her brain too feverish to even be able to understand what was happening. 

“Misty…” 

“I-I don’t understand everything!” Misty cried out, clearly just as perplexed, but then she spoke. “The gelatinous cube likely absorbs the mana around it. Since it’s right next to the evil bone, the evil bone might in some way eroticize the mana. That may be why she feels pleasure.”

Her had finished dissolving as she came. Liquid splashed on the floor as she collapsed to her knees, her entire body convulsing in bliss. Yet, her hand was gone. The acid seemed to cauterize the end so that there wasn’t any bleeding, but it was still a pretty awful site. She remained kneeling like that for a few minutes, and then she began to reach in with her second hand. I immediately opened the door to the next stage. She heard the grinding as the door opened, and then blinked, looking at the continuing path. 

I couldn’t help but take a breath and a sigh of relief when she started moving again. Watching her feed herself one body part at a time into the gelatinous cube was too much even for me. She naturally headed toward the wall of hands, but in her state, she couldn’t make it passed them. The hands got a hold of her and started to rub her. After being affected by the bone of corruption for so long and then experiencing the bliss of having her hand eaten, she quickly succumbed to their machinations.

She leaned against the wall as her breasts were groped. One hand found its way down her panties and started rubbing her clit. Her face was red, but not just from fever. She had an expression of pleasure and delight on her face. As a finger slipped into her cunt, she gasped, and her eyes rolled up.

“Hhhaaaaaaahhhh…”

A second finger slipped in.

“Gahh… hahhhh… nnn…”

She came, but the fingers didn’t stop. She continued to squirm and writhe in their grasp.

“Gnnn… hhhhahhh…”

Her hips bucked. She seemed to have forgotten about everything, completely overtaken by pleasure. Eventually, her legs gave out and she fell to her knees. The hands pulled her close to the wall, and one hand slipped inside her bra and pinched her nipples. Another hand began to spank her. Her skin began to redden as the hand continued to slap her rear. She let out a scream with every impact.

“Ooogh! Haha!”

She was drooling.

“Ahhh! Haahn!”

Her hips bucked.

“Ohhhhh… gahhh!”

The slapping was getting more and more intense.

“Ggggnnnn! Gahh!”

She was being forced forward each time, the hands not letting go of her.

“Hyaaaaa!”

With a final scream, the leader came. She was panting, but the hands still weren’t stopping. They began to tear off her underwear, leaving her completely naked. A pair of hands went up and pulled her nipples, another two went under and pinched her clit, a hand grabbed her ass, and a hand rubbed her asshole.

“Ohhhhh! Gaahhhhhh!”

She was screaming in bliss. She was getting fucked by the wall. More time passed, but the girls were completely trapped in their lust. They kept up their liquids by drinking, but they didn’t seem to care much about eating. They would fuck until they collapsed, then sleep. I expected such behavior from the wall of hands and the tentacle monster, but who knew the goblin was such a stud? He managed to keep up with the black mage’s extreme appetite. The points kept rolling in.

At some point, I managed to pull apart their camp and reclaim the magic treasures. The dungeon slowly restored to its peak form. Every level had at least two or three treasures. Some of them were products released from the monsters making them essentially disposable. The rest were pieces of a set of magic armor. With the extra points, I bought two extra sets and continued to practice my inscriptions. I couldn’t use the tentacle monster since he was busy, but I still made progress and soon had a spare magic set.

As for the brainwashed girls, it hadn’t been my intention to hold them permanently. They were all free to leave at any time, but they all seemed lost in their debauchery. Although I could just let them die and get a net amount of points, I was worried their deaths would give my dungeon a bad reputation. Thus, I made sure that every night, their water skin was filled and some food was left to eat. As the days passed, they didn’t seem to ask why their waterskins remained full or where the food came from. It was like they were trapped in a haze of sex.

This strange state lasted for a week until something unexpected happened. I was shocked when a new party unexpectedly arrived at the entrance to the dungeon. It was a new group of fresh-faced girls. Like every girl I had seen since appearing in this world, they were all quite pretty. This group didn’t appear as diverse as the last group. At least, they all appeared to be of a warrior-type Passion’s Summit. There was one girl with a sword and shield, another with a spear, and the last girl had a whip. The fourth girl was wearing a cloak and I couldn’t see what weapon she carried. She also seemed to have her hood up and was deliberately hiding her face, giving her a mysterious feel. The other three girls seemed to follow her.

I could only feel a bit tense at their arrival. This was the first time two parties were in my dungeon at once. Even worse, one of the parties was already completely broken. How would the other party react if they found them? Would they blame me? I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t anxious about their arrival. Unfortunately, I couldn’t just hide the former party. Once a party entered, I had little control over their fate. I could send Misty to kill them all and absorb their bodies, but seeing my points going up, I was reluctant to do that, especially since I had already agreed to avoid killing. 

Hopefully, if these women moved like the previous, it’d be days before they encountered the first girl. That’s what I hoped, but the one in the lead moved quite quickly. She stopped at the pool of water, letting out a noise of surprise. After glancing at it for a little bit, she merely hoped over it and had the party copy her.

She seemed to be prepared for each of the pitfalls too. At this point, I had removed the other party’s makeshift bridges, so the party had to get across on their own. The leader moved quickly, jumping across each pitfall as if she had known they were there. She was passing up the treasures as a result, but her speed of advancement still made me nervous.

When they reached the second floor, I sent out only ten rats. After dealing with the Unbroken Bond, I scaled back the difficulty to an appropriate level. I had realized that adding any more rats than this seemed to overwhelm an F-ranked team. At least, this team seemed to have better coordination than the Unbroken Bond. With the cloaked woman in the lead, they methodically slayed all the rats without damaging a single one.

“She must be a guide they hired,” Misty commented as she looked at the screen I had up. 

“A guide?” 

“Small parties will sometimes hire a knowledgeable person to escort them through the dungeon.” She shook her head. “But how could they have a guide? Who would have experience in your dungeon?” 

I frowned, not knowing the answer either, but all I could do was continue to watch as they progressed toward the end of the second floor. Naturally, this meant they were approaching the first party member of the Unbroken Bond too, the tentacle-molested mage. They were able to hear faint whimpers and moans long before they could see anything.  

“What is that?” The girl with the shield asked the others.

They had no answers, so they continued to proceed cautiously. The noises got louder, and a distinct sex-filled smell permeated the air. It was only then that they finally encountered the black mage. She was on her knees. Her legs were wrapped up with tentacles, holding them together and forcing her to bend over. Her hands were tied behind her back with another set of tentacles, and even her mouth was wrapped with tentacles, allowing her to only breathe through her nose. She was in a doggy position as tentacles took turns entering her pussy and vagina, filling them both up, pumping in and out. Her eyes were rolled up in her head, and drool was dripping from the tentacles around her mouth.

“Kill it!” One of the horrified women cried as soon as she saw it.

The cloaked woman stepped to the side as the three others rushed at the tentacle monster. I winced slightly as I watched the three women hack and stab the tentacle monster. He lost dozens of tentacles before the mage was finally released. The tentacle shrieked silently, trying to slink back into the alcove. It was still alive though. Tentacle monsters were quite sturdy. You had to destroy their core to kill them, just like slimes.

“No, stop!” Once freed of her restraints, the black mage finally regained her mind enough to notice what they were doing.

She tried to intervene, but one of the women held her back as the other two continued to chop away.

“Enough, let’s move on.” The cloaked woman broke in. “It’s no longer a threat.”

Thankfully, her impatience saved the monster. They hadn’t managed to reach its core yet. That said, they had butchered the tentacle monster horribly. It’d take weeks for it to grow back to full health. I could only give it my sympathies.

“Hmm? Is that a magic item?” One of the girls noticed the magic armor sitting in the alcove display.

“Forget it, there are better items if we go further.” The cloaked woman declared, causing the others to look over at her in shock. “Do you doubt me? If I’m wrong, we can just grab it on the way back.”

“W-we trusted you this far.” The woman with the shield declared. “I just didn’t expect to find prisoners.”

The girls turned to the black mage, but she was staring vacantly off in the distance. It was clear that she was in shock. They covered her up and tried to give her some food and water. She ate and drank gingerly, but she didn’t respond to any questions they asked. I was looking at the cloaked woman worriedly. Why did she think there was treasure? What was going on?

“Should we leave her?” One of the girls finally turned to the others.

“No, if we bring her back, there is a reward for rescuing others!” The spear girl announced, her eyes flashing with greed.”

After that, they continued to the third floor. The anchors and ropes were no longer present, but this group pulled out a boat. It reminded me of when Passion’s Summit did it, using a boat and sticks to pull themselves along the ice. They brought the black mage with them as they rowed along, taking the correct turn as they headed down the icy path. At this point, the archer had fallen asleep, and since I didn’t want my goblin to get murdered, I had snuck him out of the room and brought him down to my chamber. The archer slowly woke up, feeling for her goblin lover. When she couldn’t find him, she started to panic.

“G-gobby?” She had somehow named him this.

“Your name is Gobby.” I snickered at the goblin teasingly.

[-1000 DP Deducted. Goblin has become the named monster, Gobby.]

“Wait! Fuck!”

A white light surrounded the goblin, and when it cleared, he was a completely different goblin. He looked younger and more energetic, and he had six-pack abs. He had also grown a foot, making him about as tall as a short girl. More than that, his dick seemed to have grown. It was now fully human-sized, but on a 5-foot-tall goblin, it looked enormous. I sighed as I watched a thousand dungeon points disappear in smoke, but I supposed I owed it to the goblin, and he was a lot cheaper than the mimic to name. Perhaps the naming cost depended on the monster. The goblin had already earned his keep just with his time with that archer.  

“Master, thank you!” Gobby spoke in a gruff voice.

“You can speak now?”

“Yes, Master, thanks to the evolution, I can communicate more clearly.” He gave a bow.

“Evolution, are you no longer a goblin?”

“Mm… my official species rank is goblin champion now.” He nodded.

I let out a sigh. I supposed Goblin Champion did sound kind of badass. Sandy glanced at Gobby with some interest. She seemed especially interested in his penis. I frowned slightly. If I ever got the points to create some type of avatar, his penis would be a beast.

“Gobby!” The archer was frantically clawing at the entrance the goblin had previously come from as her life depended on it.

This drew the interest of the party passing by, who headed over to her. She heard someone coming and quickly put her clothing on. She seemed a bit more coherent than the black mage, that was only by a bit. She made an excuse of being separated from her party, her eyes darting to the still-silent Black Mage.

 The other girls could tell she was a bit off, so they didn’t grill her for long. Rather, the party’s attention fell on the treasure chest. When they showed interest in the treasure chest, the archer quickly declared it was a trap chest and there was nothing inside. The cloaked girl didn’t seem surprised by this, pushing them all to continue deeper. It was only a short time before they reached level four.

This was the weakness of my dungeon. If you knew what you were doing, each level took under fifteen minutes to defeat. The entire dungeon could be finished in under an hour to someone who was determined.  If I had hoped they would take a break, those hopes were misplayed. They naturally could hear the lewd sounds and the vibrating noises coming from the White Mage, so they passed the camp area and headed straight to the altar room.

The White Mage barely even acknowledged them as they walked into the room. She was desperately trying to get the bone to cum again. Using her pussy and hands to stroke it desperately, both were already red and blistered from overuse. Two of the women tried to pull her off the saddle, and it took several attempts before she was finally dragged away. At that moment, a little bit of the mana potion squirted out the top.

The cloaked girl investigated it and then sighed. “Mana potion… she has mana delirium.”

“What about these other two?” The girl with the shield asked.

“What about us?” The archer responded angrily, but then blushed slightly, rubbing her legs together as she was affected by the bone’s arousal.

All of the girls were affected. They were breathing hard, but they had only just entered the range of the bone so it wasn’t intolerable yet. Their speed seemed to hold the advantage that the bone didn’t have the time to do its magic. Although the girls felt awkward, it’d at least take an hour or so before they started to lose control. As for the white mage, she had become catatonic after they pulled her from the altar. They dressed her quickly and then forced the archer to carry her.

The door was wide open since the White Mage kept triggering the opening mechanism, so the group was able to continue straight on into the room of the gelatinous cube. They used a stick, so the arousal effects of the cube never became an issue. After that, the door opened and they ended up in the final puzzle. There, they found the leader of the group, missing a hand, but still getting assistance from the wall of hands.

“What is wrong with this dungeon?” One of the girls muttered.

“Is this an F-ranked dungeon?” Another asked.

“It doesn’t matter, the next floor is the final boss. We’ll end this quickly and then take all the spoils!”

A party of eight people! This went about as bad as I could have feared.

“Misty, get ready!” I hissed.

“Yes, Master.”

She was backup in case the Cyclops failed. The group spent only a few minutes breaking. They helped the leader get dressed and even gave her a potion which seemed to cause her to recover her lucidity.

“I don’t wish to continue.” She declared, staring at her missing hand with a look of shock and regret. “This dungeon… something is right with it. Thank you for saving us, but I think we’ll leave on our own.”

“Hey, are you trying to get out of us getting credit for saving your asses?” The spear girl demanded.

“No, that’s not it! It’s just….” She looked at the stairway passed the wall of hands with a bit of terror in her eyes.

“Let them go. It just means we get all of the awards for defeating this dungeon ourselves.” The cloaked woman spoke.

The leader gave a thankful look toward the cloaked woman, and a few minutes later the two parties split up. The archer carried the catatonic white mage while their leader pulled along the black mage as they headed back. The white mage twitched as they passed the bone, but four were eager to flee. The other four only got their equipment ready before they headed down for the boss fight. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous.

However, the Cyclops was pretty strong and I also had Misty. I should be alright. The four remaining women entered the boss’s room. The Cyclops was sitting in his chair in front of them.

“A cyclops!” One of the girls cried out. “How is this dungeon F-ranked? You lie- egh!”

As the girl with the shield spoke out, the cloaked girl pulled out a knife and slit her throat. Before the other two could react, she threw a knife into the throat of the spear girl. The third girl let out a scream, desperately pulling out her whip, but the cloaked girl leaped on her, pulling out another knife. She started stabbing the other girl. She tried to defend herself, but the cloaked girl attacked with an unhinged ferocity. After stabbing her a dozen times, the girl finally stopped moving.

The cloaked girl then stood and turned toward us. The Cyclops was frozen, as was I. It had all happened so quickly. My brain was shocked at the sudden death. There was blood all over the girl.

“How do you like my present?” she asked, stepping forward. “Did I make Daddy happy?”

The Cyclops couldn’t speak on his own, and I was just a spectator. The girl pulled back her hood, and I immediately recognized her as her yellow hair came into view. Even though her face had blood splattered across it, she still looked beautiful.

“She’s… Passion’s Summits leader?”

Of the women Diamond had brought away with her, I never thought I’d see any of them again. Why would this woman come back after everything that happened to her?

“I came home…” She smiled, her eyes filled with insanity, spreading open her cloak. “After all, Daddy needs to take responsibility.”

Under her cloak, she was only wearing her small clothes. The result was that her stomach was exposed, and it bloated out in a small bump. She was pregnant!

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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 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 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 were 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 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. Its role was merely to tie up an opponent at an inopportune time, which could be trouble if they were being set upon by other monsters.

I hadn’t done anything aggressive because if the mage had been intent on destroying it, there was nothing I could do. However, when it came to the goblin, I could keep him from her wrath simply by not allowing him to come out. As long as I didn’t reset the trap, he’d remain in hiding. Yet, if this archer was as slutty as her mage friend, there was no reason for this. Thus, I was conflicted about 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 like she had come to a decision, she started to strip. Once all of her clothing and armor were 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 honey 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?”

Although I didn’t speak goblin, I could still understand the goblin’s intent since we were linked.

“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.

“Are all women like this in your world?”

Although she didn’t have a front-row seat like me, she had at least some awareness of what was happening in the dungeon.

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

“You’re saying rank F heroines are mentally weak?”

“Mmhmm. They’re very susceptible to vices.” Misty nodded. “After all, few women chose to put their lives on the line unless they were desperate. Wouldn’t most choose a peaceful and easy life unless they had no other choice? In that regard, most women who choose to follow this line of work are already near their breaking point, and for those who haven’t done it long, it’s very easy for them to break down.”

I’d consider arguing with her, but the proof was already in front of me. It seemed like heroines were already not the most mentally stable bunch. All it took was a little trauma and they’d decided into the abyss.

The next morning, the leader of the ground was going through all the supplies while the others slept in a little later. She finally couldn’t help but wake them up.

“We don’t have much longer.” She sighed. “We’re almost out of water and food. Only about a day or two left.”

“W-wait, let’s not be hasty here!” The mage cried out.

“We’re so close to a finished set.” The white mage nodded in agreement.

The leader looked at the three girls who all looked intent on staying before throwing her hands up. “I didn’t say we wouldn’t go again, but this might be our last trip.”

Her words immediately caused me to feel anxious. They had been earning me quite a bit of points, but they currently had three pieces of my equipment and I felt slightly pained over the idea they might walk off with them. As long as they reached the final level, Misty could assure a knockout and then we could rob them and leave them at the entrance. This was our end goal.

We wanted them to return to the city with their bitter tale of how they were so close to having everything and then failed in the end. Since they were considered a trash party, if even they could nearly get a complete set of magic armor, wouldn’t this attract all of the other parties who had more confidence? Furthermore, the promise that even if they were defeated, it wasn’t death, would naturally encourage more people to come.

Naturally, dungeons that seldom killed heroines were lower ranked and better preserved than those considered disagreeable. It would serve to keep my little home from being destroyed by the dungeon guild.

However, I hadn’t thought about their resources. Their expedition into our dungeon had now taken almost two weeks, and it looked like that was the extent they packed for. They progressed so slowly though that they had wasted all of their time, even though they were just getting to the good point.

Realizing that something needed to change, I quickly started to alter a few things. The chest that one could unlock on the 4^th floor now contained rations in it. As for water, I figured this was a big deal. People could go seven days without food, but only 2-3 days without water. Thus, I created a new pit, but this one I filled with water. I decided to hide another chest at the bottom of the pool. That chest contained a bottle of pills that once consumed, would leave someone feeling full for a day and provide the energy needed to continue. They were quite expensive, so I didn’t leave them easy to get.

 To get into the chest, one would need to swim down, and even then, it was locked. If they couldn’t swim twenty feet down, pick a lock, open a chest, and then swim twenty feet back up, then there was no chance. Of course, they could also get the key to save time.  As for the key, I placed it on a certain rat who was smaller and quicker than the rest. His orders were to run when a heroine was around, so they’d have to chase him down to get him, which got the key to open the chest on the first floor. I was pretty proud of my setup.

I finished my modifications just as the girls finished their breakfast and began their next and possibly final excursion. No sooner did they enter the dungeon than the girl in the lead let out a cry as she fell into the water. It became a far more serious situation than I thought it would. She was wearing full armor and it very nearly drowned her. Her party was able to fish her out though.

“This wasn’t here before!” The soaking-wet leader glared.

“The dungeon must have made changes.” The black mage spoke. “I heard that dungeons will do that over time.”

“This water is clean.” The white mage took a sip. “Isn’t this good? You were just saying we needed more water!”

“Good, huh…” The leader stared at the new pool of water warily, her body shaking with cold, but the other girls didn’t seem to have their guard up.

“Let’s go on. It’d be a shame if we didn’t make any progress.” The archer encouraged.

The leader eventually acquiesced, and the girls all headed deeper into the dungeon. The group passed the 2^nd floor simply, and the mage took a look at the alcove with the tentacle monster before biting her lip and continuing after. They didn’t even notice the rat with the glinting key.

When they hit the third floor, this was when things became problematic. The leader was still wet. She wanted to turn back, but the other girls, afraid this might be their last trip, pushed her to continue. Thus, while shaking and shivering, she led the girls across the ice path. Yet, she was nearly frozen by the time she reached the end. The girls quickly took her to the next level.

At this point, I had made some changes to the fourth level too. The room they entered was no longer the room with the bone, or it was more accurate to say I had divided the room into two. This room was an empty room set aside for camping. Two walls were placed on opposing sides, creating a hallway that separated the camp from the bone altar. This encouraged people to stop there and rest, allowing the bone to work on them.

By this point, their leader was shaking and couldn’t even stand. She was sick, and the girls had no choice but to set up camp inside the dungeon. Less prepared than Passion’s Summit, they didn’t have anything like the smokeless wood, so they had no choice but to gather whatever brush they could find and burn it. They got their leader out of her wet armor and then under some blankets near the fire.

As she recovered, the others couldn’t help but check out the next part of the dungeon. They walked through the hallway and came out into the smaller room. The altar, the plaque, and the locked door were all that were there. The chest would only reveal itself once one figured out the secret to open the door.

“A puzzle? I suck at puzzles.” The white mage mumbled, but her cheeks were pink, and she was awkwardly rubbing her legs together.

The other girls were also being affected. The bone was inducing arousal in all three of them. However, two of the girls had already found a place to relieve themselves. After only a few moments of trying to break the puzzle, the black mage and archer couldn’t take it anymore.

“I got to go to the restroom.” The black mage cried, nearly fleeing the room.

“I got to… go too!” The archer ran off as well.

The two girls ran past the camp where they had dumped their leader and then started heading back up. They didn’t even pay attention to each other as the archer went to the goblin room and the black mage returned to the tentacle monster. Both girls were soon getting pleasured by their respective vices. Meanwhile, the white mage barely seemed to notice them leaving. Her body was feeling extremely hot, and the phallic-shaped bone was becoming difficult to look away from.

Just give it a ride. No one will see. It’ll be fun.

I blinked when I heard those words. The white mage didn’t seem to react. Rather, she started approaching the evil bone. I noticed the evil bone looked a bit different too. It had a smoother, more phallic appearance. It had once been constructed from the bones of a goblin, but nothing about it even resembled a bone much anymore. She looked in both directions, and then biting her lip, she pulled off her dress.

My eyes widened as she carefully got up on the altar, and then squatted down on the evil bone. As soon as she did so, the bone itself started to vibrate. She gasped as it slid into her pussy. There was a deep buzzing sound as it went into her, and the bone seemed to push up and down almost like it was trying to escape the altar. I immediately checked it, and to my surprise, there was new information.

[Evil bone has absorbed enough mana. The evil bone has evolved into The Bone of Corruption.] [The Bone of Corruption is the next evolution of the evil bone. Besides having a stronger emotional effect and a further reach, The Bone of Corruption also has some intelligence. It can directly place thoughts into people’s minds. It even has limited movement which it uses to fulfill its dark purposes.]

It seemed that the evil bone had evolved from the last time I had noticed. The bone could now directly influence people, luring them into debauchery. I felt a bit complex. There were three bitches getting off in my dungeon, and I wasn’t involved in any of them. Of course, I could always take over any of them if I wanted to, but I decided it was better to allow my mobs to do their job. They were all an extension of me anyway, so it was me fucking them all.

The White Mage was growing more animated with the bone of corruption. At first, she had a look of discomfort as the hard thing slid into her pussy, but her eyes were also filled with lust. She started moaning almost as soon as it started vibrating.

The white mage grabbed her breast with her right hand, and she started playing with it. Her other hand went down, and she started rubbing her clit as her hip bucked against the dildo. It resembled one of those scenes where girls rode a Sybian sex toy. The white mage looked very horny and desperate. Her body was glistening with sweat. I could see her juices spilling out onto the Bone of Corruption. I could hear wet slapping noises from the bone and the white mage’s pussy. She was panting and groaning.

Her eyes closed as she continued masturbating. Her face was getting flushed. The evil bone glowed with it as the white mage approached her climax.

The evil bone seemed to get more aggressive, and the white mage had a look of blissful ecstasy on her face. The white mage’s eyes opened, and her pupils were dilated. She screamed out as her orgasm hit her.

Her body shook, and her head tilted back. She kept riding the bone, but now her movements were jerky. The white mage’s eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a low moan. The bone of corruption exploded, releasing mana juice deep inside her. She ground her pussy down against the altar, taking the entire bone deep into her womb as squirt after squirt shot into her. This seemed to cause her body a moment of euphoria. Her eyes rolled up into her head as she shook uncontrollably.

Her whole body was shuddering. It was amazing to watch. The white mage’s orgasm finally subsided. Her face was flushed, and her breathing was labored. The bone of corruption stopped moving and she collapsed off of it. Yet, her body was still shuddering and shaking. The door and the chest opened, but she didn’t even look their way. Instead, she was staring up at the ceiling her body convulsed, like she was in a completely different world. The other two girls finished with their respective partners as well, yet, almost like they had unconsciously formed a pack, none of them returned to the camp. Instead, they spent about fifteen minutes recovering and then started round two. They had all divulged into debauchery.

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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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