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“Ahhh! Ahhh! Fuck! Fuck! Yah! Fuck my pussy! Yaaah!” A girl moaned as she bounced up and down on my cock like a wild slut.

As she banged my cock, the other two girls were watching intently and masturbating as they watched their colleague wreck herself on a ten-inch rod. They had just woken up again, and the girl in question was taking her time, bouncing on me, her wet cunt gripping my cock.

Her eyes were rolled up, her mouth wide open as she bounced. I could feel the warm, wet, tightness of her cunt wrapped around my cock, squeezing my manhood inside her. My body was bound inside the bone, unable to move, and all I could do was lie there and be used as a living dildo for a woman who had no regard for my well-being or pleasure.

The woman riding my cock screamed, her whole body spasming, as she came. Her juices spurted onto my pelvis, and her cunt gripped me like a vice, squeezing, massaging my cock, milking me of my seed. I groaned as I felt myself release, my cock spraying into her womb, painting her insides with mana essence. The woman panted, her chest heaving. She got off me, and fell back onto the ground, breathing hard. She crawled towards the other two and laid her head in one of their laps. The other two girls finished up as well while the door opened.

They had been trapped in this room for three weeks. For three weeks, the same scene played out over and over again. The girls would get up, read the riddle, and decide one of them had to ride the bone to open the door. She’d fuck it, and then get mana poisoned. The other two would decide it was better to wait a night. We’d find some way to dose them with the forget-me-not potion, and then they’d wake up the next day and repeat it all.

As for how we dosed them, I changed that up from day to day. Sometimes, we’d slip it in their food. Sometimes, I’d have a trap treasure chest appear upon unlocking the puzzle room, and it’d blast them when they tried to open it. Of course, I’d also use Sandy or Diamond to directly strike them too. Diamond said that they’d start to instinctively try to avoid it, so we couldn’t stick to one path. Neither of us realized just how successful it would be. Diamond thought that the best we’d get was a week with them before they figured it out, yet it seemed to be the opposite.

They were originally more suspicious, and as time went on, they grew more and more complacent. There was a reason for this. It turned out the evil bone became stronger the more it absorbed emotions. So, while it made people horny… the more it was exposed to hornier people, the stronger it became. In other words, its effects were growing increasingly stronger, while the long-term exposure to it had turned the girl’s brains to mush. They were completely lost in their lust, wanting nothing more than to get off.

Even with the door to the next puzzle open, each girl would hop on the dildo and ride it, desperately wanting to feel a dick inside them. Even after seeing their friends fall ill, they no longer could stop themselves. Those who weren’t sick from mana poisoning or using the bone as a dildo were masturbating fervently. They were barely even sleeping outside of the times we dosed them, instead engaging in fornication. They even began to use each other, allowing me to witness lesbian sex for the first time outside of a screen.

Even at that moment, the violet-haired girl who just got off the cock was now being forced to lick her friend’s pussy. The leader had been masturbating furiously, but when the other girl climbed into her lap, she spread her legs and made the other girl work her tongue.

“Disgusting.” Diamond made a face, looking away from the screen I was now eagerly watching.

I glanced at her. “Without men, I imagined these things would be more common.”

“I mean, yeah, there are women who’ll do that sort of thing.” Diamond frowned. “If they can’t control themselves though, they could at least use a dilboy.”

“I’ve heard that word before. What’s a dilboy?” I asked curiously.

“Young girls who have yet to go through puberty have flat chests and boyish bodies.”

“Girls like you?”

“I have breasts!” she snarled at me, pushing out her chest. “See? They’re almost B cup!”

“Yes, yes… your boobs are big.” I placated her.

After spending a month with Diamond, the pair of us had started to get used to each other. I knew how to placate her and get answers. She was very prideful, and if you said something to stroke her ego or hurt her pride, it was the best way to get her to speak. It seemed she was most sensitive toward those mosquito bites she called tits.

“Whatever…” She crossed her arms over her chest like she didn’t want me to look at them, although she had seemingly come to accept I wasn’t as interested in her body as any of the other girls, including Sandy, and thus was a bit less defensive. “I’m an adult. Most dilboys are young or late-bloomers. It’s for people who can’t afford their debts, a form of slavery.”

“Slavery exists?”

“Mm… it was reinstated during the war as a legal means to force criminals and the like off to war. Women, in particular, like to own each other. It makes them feel powerful. That’s why being a heroine is so lucrative. Sure, you can die any time, but heroines can’t be slaves.”

“And dilboys?”

“They give them drugs which make their voice deepen, their body hairier, and then make them wear strapons and cut their hair short. They’re trained to act like young boys, and women with money pay for them to entertain.”

“So, dilboys are trannies?”

“I don’t know what that means.”

“Never mind, I think I understand. If you’re unlucky enough to be sold at an age you can pull off being a boy, they forcefully transition you into a prostitute.”

“It’s not just sex. They also can end up as entertainers, or even personal servants for lonely rich women. If they don’t commit to being a dilboy for the rest of their life, it does mess up their future though. Although they’re only forced to do it until the debt is paid off, few can go back. They won’t be able to have babies, and they get a bad reputation, sitting as something between men and women.”

I nodded in understanding. Historically, women weren’t allowed in plays, so they’d take young boys and make them play the parts of women. They would even cut off their balls to keep their voice from becoming masculine. This was basically that in reverse. As I was thinking about these things, the image of the puzzle room showed the blue-haired girl climbing back on the bone.

“You’re not going to take off?” Diamond asked with a disdainful expression.

“I’m only a man,” I responded.

“That’s debatable.” She sniffed.

“Master is a man! His penis feels good!” Sandy declared.

“Are you talking about that tiny goblin dick?” Diamond made a face. “I don’t fuck monsters. I’d only fuck the dick of a real man.”

“That might be possible one day,” I responded thoughtfully.

“The fuck you say?” She pulled her blade.

“Ah! Nothing! I was just saying that with enough points, I could finally get the proper body of a human male, right?”

She made a face, but she sheathed her weapon. “How many points do you have?”

“50, 870 points!” I announced proudly.

I would have had more, but I had to buy a few things. First, there was the treasure chest with the trap that I placed for the girls. Secondly, she only had limited supplies of the forget-me-not potion, so I had to create more ingredients using the dungeon points. Third, I bought a 10,000-point tentacle creature. Diamond didn’t understand why I wanted such a thing, but since the point farming had gone so well, she didn’t argue so much. I told her it was an idea for inscriptions, and she accepted that.

Speaking of which, I had also purchased a few parts for inscriptions. I had continued to practice and was getting pretty good with them. I was on the final and toughest one. Once I finished that, I’d need the next book to continue. The best item I made was a three-star, and I had only created one of these. Most of them ended up two-star or one-star. I had not created a single one that was unsellable, and with that Diamond’s excitement and the way she treated me improved just a tad.

Diamond said that most of the inscriptions in the beginner book were practically useless. The small boosts they gave weren’t enough to change the outcome of a battle. Only the first inscription, the durability inscription, and the final inscription, the decreased weight inscription, were seriously used. The rest, which included boosts to strength, dexterity, and stamina, were all novelties. Only F-rank heroines would get excited about such a small boost in status.

“You’re over 50,000 points. A good portion of the store should be available now, huh?”  

“Ah… about that…”

It was true that a lot of things had unlocked at 10,000, 25,000, and now 50,000… there were still just as many things locked. By my best guess, some of the things in this library would go up to a million or more. After writing down the shop menu with Misty, she suggested that F-rank items were in the three digits, D four digits, C five digits, and so on. In other words, a hundred thousand plus would be a B-rank creature or item, a million would be an A-rank, and an SSS rank would require a billion points.

“Yeah, I’m seeing a lot of C-rank mobs. If you do start populating your dungeon with them, though, you’ll be seen as C rank. Furthermore, you want your rank of difficulty to match the treasure. You’ve made a few pieces of armor but your dungeon is still very small.” She spoke thoughtfully as she looked through the list.

“You know, I was thinking about it.” I coughed awkwardly. “I was thinking I might want something… a bit larger.”

Her eyes didn’t look up from the paper, but her lips curved downward slightly. “Oh? Larger?”

“Y-yeah… I mean, I need something that can handle threats. The rat king has managed to lure in a few hundred rats now, but I’m going to leave him on the second floor. The second floor has been completely remade thanks to the rat king and the addition of the tentacle monster. However, I still don’t have a boss to replace you when you leave.”

“Is that the bigger you want?” She asked, her voice quiet.

“Uhh… I mean… I’d like a strong body that can handle threats, oh, and you know… appropriately… sized.”

“There.” She pointed at something on the page.

“That’s 50,000!” I cried out when I saw what she selected.

“Aren’t they giant?”

She smirked. “No… only about seven feet tall. They’re a very standard C-rank monster boss.”

“A-and they have all of the equipment?” I asked nervously.

She twisted her nose, a malicious grin on her face. “Everything you could want.”

“I see…”

Noticing I didn’t look convinced, she sighed. “Look, I promised you I’d give you what you needed to defeat Misty. She could be returning any day now. As for the sluts on level four, they’ve already grown resistant to mana poisoning. If their brains weren’t filled with smut, they could have already reached the boss’s room. They will likely escape that room in a few days and then I’ll have to kill them.”

“Seriously?” I cried out. “What should I do?”

I had thought that I had the girls under my thumb. I was hoping to use them for months to come, but they’d be able to escape. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to trust Diamond, but I didn’t have a choice. She was the expert. I had chosen her specifically to give me this advice. Plus, I didn’t think she would do anything that put herself at risk.

“I’m going to be leaving once Misty is dealt with. At that point, you need to figure things out on your own. That’s why you need to figure things out on your own. Maybe we can use each other once I leave, but that’s only if you’re smart enough to keep this dungeon afloat.” She flipped her hair. “In other words, cyclops is all I’m going to say. It’ll handle the three sluts. It’s up to you to decide how you’ll use it.”

Even with those words, I was still certain there was a trick to her words. I thought I knew what trick she was pulling. The monster she wanted me to summon was a cyclops. I only knew cyclops to be twenty-foot-tall giants, which wouldn’t serve me at all. She insisted they were only a little taller than normal humans though, and I had to believe that.

As for its dick, it probably didn’t have one. That’s what I thought her game was. I decided it was fine if it was dickless. My sexual desires were second to my survival. If it didn’t have a dick, that was one less weakness my final boss would possess. Thus, I hesitated only a moment before I purchased my new boss, the cyclops.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

A shirtless creature emerged from the shadows. Even I was taken aback by it. It had muscular six-pack abs. He was bald with a single large eye. His mouth was filled with fangs. He looked pretty monstrous from the head up, but with a bag over his head, he’d look like a handsome bodybuilder. That was when a curious Sandy lifted his loincloth.

“Oh, wow!” She cried out.

When I saw it, I couldn’t help but cry out too. I was expecting a Ken doll, and instead, I got an anaconda. That thing was massive. It was like a baby arm. It was the exact opposite of what I expected. I gave Diamond a dumbfounded look. She tilted her head back, a malicious expression there. At first, I thought she was giving me an unusable dick to mock me. The expression on her face said differently though. She wasn’t trying to tease me at all. Rather, she wanted me to use that thing. She wanted me to rip apart other women with that whale cock. Deep down, I wanted to too.

I couldn’t help myself. I jumped into the cyclops and I felt a surge of power. When I wasn’t an obese guy who got winded climbing up the stairs, I was a measly goblin who had more bone on his body than muscle. Neither form exuded power. Yet, with rippling muscles and a seven-foot-tall frame, I ironically felt more like a man than I had ever felt before.

It was at that moment that a faint, feminine scent struck my nose. My eyes fiercely looked at Sandy. My nostrils flared as I breathed in her body, and grew inflamed with desire.

“M-master?” She asked me nervously.

My mind was overcome by lust, and my eyes feasted upon her luscious curves. I could tell that her body was covered in sweat, she was still panting heavily, and she smelled like sex. But her face, her hair, her body were all still so clean, so pure. Sandy had only been my servant for a little over a month, but I hadn’t played with her since that first time. Since I had given her a name and she spoke, I hadn’t wanted to take advantage of her for fear of embarrassing myself. After all, my roots as an otaku were hard to remove, and talking to girls was difficult. It was almost better when she was a mindless monster.

This body, however, seemed extremely sensitive to female anatomy. The vision wasn’t good, but the smell was intoxicating. I realized this was Diamond’s intent. She must have known Cyclopses were excited by female scent. I couldn’t control myself a second longer.

I grabbed Sandy and pushed her down onto the floor.

Sandy cried out as she was roughly shoved to the ground. I got on top of her, straddling her waist as I tore off the front of her heroine outfit, ripping the cloth to shreds. I then grabbed her bra and ripped it off, revealing her tits. Her chest heaved and her nipples grew hard as I stared at her naked body with a beastly desire. I grabbed her breasts with my hands and massaged them, kneading her flesh like dough. She groaned and twisted, but couldn’t get out of my grasp.

I bent over her and pressed my mouth against her right nipple. I sucked it into my mouth and rolled my tongue over it. Her taste filled my mouth and I savored it. Her cries grew louder, but I ignored her and continued licking her. I moved my mouth to her other breast, sucking her nipple into my mouth, and running my tongue over it.

Sandy didn’t try to escape, but I grabbed her wrists and held her hands over her head. I held her arms down and began grinding my hard cock against her pussy. She moaned as she felt my bulge rubbing against her. My body was hot with desire and I wanted nothing more than to bury my cock inside of her. Her cries and moans grew louder and her hips started bucking up against me. I couldn’t wait any longer.

I let go of her hands and sat back up. She looked up at me innocently, her face slightly flushed. I grabbed her waist and pulled her until her butt was in the air. I looked down at her wet, glistening pussy, and growled hungrily. I lined my cock up against her entrance and thrust into her. I couldn’t even get all of my dick inside her. She was too small!

She screamed as my cock penetrated her. It was tight, warm, and wet. Her insides clenched around my dick and it was a sensation unlike any other. It felt like heaven. She was so much tighter than a goblin dick ever could experience. I wasn’t buried deep inside her softness. Instead, my hardness was forcing her open.

“Master! Master! You’re ripping me apart!” she cried out.

I grabbed her ankles and spread her legs wide. She struggled, but I held her in place and began thrusting into her, my massive cock ruthlessly ripping into her pussy. Her pussy was tight and slick, and her soft, supple skin was irresistible. I grabbed her tightly and began fucking her harder, my thick shaft sliding in only a bit. I couldn’t get it all in no matter how much I tried.

Sandy screamed, her voice high-pitched and full of pain. She thrashed, but I didn’t let up. I sat up, pulling her legs down onto my cock, treating her like a cocksleeve. She was so small and light, that I could move her body however I wanted. It was awesome being big!

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” I grunted, slamming my hips forward, “and you’re so wet! Fuck, you’re such a dirty slut, taking a huge dick like this.”

She writhed and struggled, but I wouldn’t release her. My dick slammed into her again and again, sending ripples through her body. Her walls tightened around my dick and her juices flowed freely down my shaft.

“Master, it hurts! It’s too big!” she begged, tears flowing down her cheeks.

I didn’t stop and instead fucked her harder. Her screams of pain turned into moans of pleasure. She began to move her hips against me, her body accepting my cock. I thrust into her even harder, pounding into her wet cunt. I felt her tighten around me and she began to shudder.

“Ah, ah, ahhh! Mmmmm, fuck!” she moaned, her voice rising in pitch.

I was close to cumming, and I could feel her getting closer. Her body was tight and her moans were growing louder.

“Fuck, cum inside of me, please! I’m going to cum!” she cried out, her eyes rolling into the back of her head.

I couldn’t hold back any longer. My body tensed and I felt a surge of electricity run through me. I gripped her ass, my fingers digging into her flesh. She came with a scream, her entire body shuddering as she orgasmed. Her pussy clenched tightly around my dick and her juices poured over my shaft. I held her tight as her orgasm washed over her, her body shaking and trembling.

My vision began to blur and I felt my balls tighten. I released my load inside of her, my cock pulsating as I shot rope after rope of cum into her womb. She gasped, her eyes wide open as she felt my hot seed pouring into her. Her entire body went limp as she fell forward, her body collapsing in a heap.

My cum poured out of her and onto the ground. I let out a sigh of relief and slumped forward, my cock still buried inside of her. Her pussy twitched around my cock and her legs shook as she lay there, gasping for breath.

At this point, the goblin would have been spent. He would have been physically tired, and also his cock would have been as soft as tofu. Yet, I realized my dick was still rock hard, and I felt fine. A devilish light shone in my eyes. I finally had a body that could keep up with my horniness! I continued to break Sandy, who for her credit took it all.

Meanwhile, Diamond peeked from behind the door, watching the entire scene. It was anyone’s guess what was going through her mind at that moment, but a small smile sadistic formed on her lips.

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“Hah… hah…. Fuck, is it hot in here?”

The girls were camping for the night, and rather than watch them on a screen, I decided to visit them in spectator mode. Thankfully, Diamond remained in her body in the boss’s room, so I was free to poke around. It felt like I should be caught instantly, but no matter how close I got to their camp, they seemed oblivious to my presence. Diamond said that higher ranks could tell when they were being observed, or even block such observation, but that was about even a C rank. At best, a sink rank would just have a feeling like eyes were on them, and these F ranks didn’t even have that much.

Two of the girls were attempting to sleep, but their sleep was fitful, and by the sound of their occasional moans and whimpers, they probably were having a somewhat amorous dream as well.  Meanwhile, the girl who was currently awake was having the hardest time dealing with her rising arousal. The cursed bone was only a few meters away, and while they couldn’t even see it in the darkness relative to their campfire, it continued to send mental attacks their way, making every girl more and more aroused.

The girl selected to guard was a girl with long, blue hair. Her chest was smaller than Sandy’s, and she was tall and a bit lanky. That didn’t cause her to be elegant, and she instead tended to slouch her back a bit so she didn’t appear as tall. This made me give her the nickname ‘slacker’. She carried a bow and arrow on her back, but I had yet to see her use them in combat, so I had no clue if she was good or not.

She appeared in distress, however, her face turned up in continuing discomfort and her face flushed. She stood up and looked at the other two girls, and then sat back down. This time, her legs were moving up and down nervously. She had a hand holding between her legs almost like she needed to pee, and her lips moved like she was speaking, but she didn’t say anything. I watched with a great deal of interest. I knew that these girls must be getting hornier by the moment, but I had never really gotten to watch such a thing in my old world.

The movies usually just cut to the girl having sex with the guy. You had to date a person or at least go out with them to see behaviors associated with horniness. The only thing I could compare them to were my own experiences of being horny, and I didn’t spend all that much time focusing on my habits when I was in such a situation.

“Damnit!” She cursed, standing up again.

After looking racked with indecision for a few moments longer, her expression firmed and she looked at the other girls carefully. She nodded to herself and then walked away. She found a corner outside of the range of the fire. She then began to pull off her armor. After a few moments, her lower half was exposed. She squatted down and then began to finger herself in the corner. I watched with great excitement. I thought about possessing the goblin so I had a dick to stroke, but the goblin wasn’t my true body, but the body of some monster, and stroking its dick felt a bit gay.

Instead, I opted to just watch the show. The blue-haired girl was alone and horny. She was fingering herself furiously, her body trembling as she did so. The way her body moved and her breathing quickened as she got more and more excited, was pretty cute. She looked even less attractive than Sandy, but in my world, she might have been called mid. I wasn’t particularly picky though. She was arousing enough to watch. She was trying to keep quiet, but couldn’t help letting out a soft moan from time to time.

I wondered what she was thinking about. Was she masturbating to thoughts of a man? A woman?

Maybe, she was masturbating thinking about her dad? I mean, most of these girls only had limited memories of men, and as Diamond pointed out to me, their dad was the last major male role model in most of their lives. It was like a culture full of girls with daddy issues. Since I was in spectator mode, I didn’t hesitate to zoom in real close. Her pussy was so close to my lips that I felt like I could stick out my tongue a lick it. Unfortunately, I had nobody, so I couldn’t feel it or smell it. All I could do was watch.

Her pussy looked a bit darker than the others I’d seen. Not dark enough to seem misplaced on her pale body, but a little darker than the rest. The insides were also a little darker. Her inner lips were a dark shade of pink. Her pussy was a bit messy and unkempt, with pubic hair poking out all over the place. It was hard to get a clear view of her vagina, because of her fingers blocking it. Her pussy juices were running down her legs. I could see her clit and it was twitching like crazy. I wondered what her tits looked like, but unfortunately, she was wearing a top. I had to content myself with watching her pussy.

I wondered how long it had been since she had masturbated. She was a girl who knew what she was doing. She was quite the little pervert. I could see that she was struggling not to make too much noise. She kept biting her lips. I would have been rock hard if I even had a penis. This all felt like such a tease.

After a few minutes, her body started to tense up. Her mouth opened wide and she began to let out a long, low moan, but then her eyes opened and she slapped her hand over her mouth. She stayed that way for a few moments. After a bit, she relaxed her body and began to rub her pussy again, although more slowly. She was now rubbing her clit in a circular motion.

Again?

She had already orgasmed, but it turned out that wasn’t enough for my resident slut. She kept masturbating, moaning into her hand and squirming. The only things holding her up were her other hand and her feet. She was rubbing her pussy with an incredible amount of vigor, and the juices were just flying. Every few moments, she would orgasm again. When she orgasmed, wet noises would sound out and I’d hear a schlicking sound. Clear liquid would start to splash out of her pussy like a slow volcano erupting magma. It’d last about ten seconds, and then she’d slow down, panting for breath, before continuing again.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, she had her last orgasm and stopped. She looked around guiltily, before quickly redressing herself and then walking back to her party.

She settled back into camp, making sure there was no sign of her indiscretions. When she was certain, she kicked the next girl. This was the leader, a yellow-haired woman with a larger chest, but still not as large as Misty. They changed places, and the blue-haired girl managed to get to sleep quickly after relieving herself. This time, it was the leader who looked like she was unsatisfied.

The same scene seemed to replay itself. She grew increasingly uncomfortable, and once making sure the other girls were asleep, she went off the masturbate too. She didn’t do it the same way as the last girl. She sat down with her legs spread. Where the blue-haired girl rubbed the outside a bunch, the other stuck them deep inside, almost like she was reaching for something. It was less exciting because all of her finger movements were deep inside her. She had three fingers down the knuckles, and she’d occasionally grunt as she wiggled them inside.

Eventually, she climaxed, cleaned herself up, and then returned to her seat. She didn’t go as many times as the blue-haired girl did, and by the time her shift ended, she looked a bit regretful that she hadn’t done it a second time. She still woke the last girl up, a violet-haired girl who was a bit stocky. She wore the thickest armor and had a sword at her belt. The leader took a while to get to sleep, and the final girl was nearly squirming in her seat by the time she felt confident she could go masturbate in peace. This girl didn’t even leave the fire. She pulled down her pants and sat back in the chair. With her legs spread open in clear view of the two sleeping girls, she used both hands to masturbate.

It was the least exciting and the longest to watch, but the girl seemed to get into it, her mouth opening and her breaths growing longer and louder. By the time she finally climaxed, her chest was heaving up and down. She was loud, and the two girls in the back stirred, but none of them woke up. I wasn’t sure if that was because they didn’t want to acknowledge the awkward scene, or they were that deep of sleepers. The violet-haired girl wiped her fingers on her pants and then stood up. She adjusted her clothes and then sat back down like it was the most natural thing.

I returned to the boss’s room, immediately feeling regret. I was horny now, and I had no relief. My eyes landed on Diamond who was lying in the bedroll pretending to sleep. She was undead, so I knew she didn’t need to sleep. She was only doing it so she could be left alone. I wanted to kick her out of her body and use it to get off. Even better, I could take over the goblin and then jump on her and have my way with her. Either option was just as good.

“Do you like watching women sleep, Pervert?” She asked, opening one eye at me.

Unlike the other girls who couldn’t see me in my spectator form, she said she saw me as a glowing ball.

“They’ll be waking up soon,” I warned, pretending I wasn’t just considering raping her.

“What about it?” She asked. “I’m surprised you’re not manning the bone right now.”

“Ah, that’s right!” I realized that those girls would have to slobber all over it, and I could get my release. “Ah, but we need to keep them here longer.”

“It wouldn’t be a problem if someone could keep it in their pants!” Diamond snapped angrily.

“That… whatever, do you have a solution?”

“Hmph… I might have sought something. Come back in a little bit. I’ll have an idea then.”

I watched her for a moment, but she snapped at me and waved me away. I decided I’d let her keep her secrets, and I returned to the camp just as the girls were waking up.

“The bone is the key. To open the next door, you must make a sacrifice. The bone likes dark, warm, wet, and tight places.” The yellow-haired woman read and then turned red. “I-isn’t that a bit lewd?”

Diamond had insisted that make the puzzle easier. She said the embarrassing action someone had to complete to move on was already enough. The more frank I was about it, the more likely I’d get what I wanted.

“Dark, warm, wet, and tight… it doesn’t mean there… does it?” The violet-haired girl asked.

“Well, it certainly doesn’t mean yours, because it says tight!” The blue-haired girl responded.

“You bitch…”

“Hey! Stop it! No messing around.” The yellow-haired one got between them. “It needs someone to sit on it. I’ll do it.”

“Ah!”

“Y-you sure?”

The other two girls looked at the bone, a flash of temptation in their eyes.

“You two, fuck off. I’ll let you know when I’m done!” The leader snapped.

The other two girls grumbled, but they moved away. The yellow-haired girl took off her bottom clothes again like she had done the night before, and then squatted over the large bone. She didn’t even think about a hand job or a blow job. She was going to use her vagina! I eagerly got into position, waiting. Being clear helped get me what I wanted.

The girl slowly sat down, taking the bone in.

My dick throbbed hard. I was so close to just that. Her pussy felt so tight when my dick was this big. Was that the essence of the saying, “There are no flabby pussies, just small dicks.”

I was eager to start thrusting away, but I was just a bone, so I didn’t have that ability. The yellow-haired girl was merely sitting there waiting. Was my message not clear? She had to move her pussy a little. I supposed it was dark, warm, and tight, but come on, don’t be so literal. Fuck my dick. She waited for a bit, and then frowned, looking down at her pussy lips currently stretched over the bone. Then she looked back at her friends, who had turned away and were chatting, not looking in her direction.

The yellow-haired girl let out a stubborn sigh and then leaned forward and started moving her hips, slowly sliding back and forth along the length of my shaft. Her pussy tightened, and she moaned slightly.

Yes! That’s it. I know how horny you are. Take it all out on my dick.

 I couldn’t move my body, but it didn’t matter. Her pussy felt amazing, and he was doing all the work. The girl leaned forward further and put her hands on the saddle to steady herself as she slid her pussy back and forth on my dick. She started to ride the bone, sliding back and forth rapidly. As she moved faster and faster, the friction increased and my dick throbbed in pleasure.

The girl was panting now, and I could feel her body shudder. Her pussy tightened, and she climaxed. It proved too much for me. I had never felt something so tight on my dick before. I exploded.

“Ah!” She cried out, surprised to feel something spurting inside her.

What did the girls before call it? Mana essence? It was supposedly a nice item. When the bone had its feel of the feeling, it would overflow with mana essence. For me, that was the point of orgasm. This was a valuable treasure, but it all ended up erupting in her womb.

When they heard her cry out, the other girls instinctively looked back. They got the scene of their leader’s bare ass bouncing up and down on a black hard bone as something squirted into her. She pulled out and collapsed to the floor, and the other two girls ran to her, crying out. In the meantime, I was satisfied, and the door opened up.

They were panicked like I had hurt the yellow-haired woman. I had no clue what mana essence being injected inside someone would do. Feeling a bit worried, I ran back to the boss room and asked Diamond.

“She seriously put that big thing inside her? What a slut!”

“Yeah, but what about the mana essence?”

“Mana essence just restores mana from casting spells. It’s just a restorative potion. Your bone barely releases enough to fill a vial. I’ve never taken a potion enema before, but it really shouldn’t kill her. It might cause her to get mana sickness, but she should recover.

I brought up the screen, and it turned out that she did get mana sickness. If someone used up all their mana, they’d get mana fatigue and pass out. However, if they somehow gained too much mana, it could cause their body to collapse. Mana sickness could be a good thing. By pushing mana up, you could increase your total mana store. However, it was preferred to increase it slowly through repeatedly recovering and using mana. To do it with potions was too dangerous. She ended up shivering in bed, and they made camp for another day without progressing.

“This is it!” Diamond had been working in the corner, and she finally held up a vial after mumbling and arguing with herself for the last hour.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“It’s a special potion. It’s called forget-me-not.” She spoke proudly.

“Okay, how can it help us?” I asked.

“You idiot!” She responded. “You can’t figure it out by the name?”

“It makes you remember things?”

“No, it makes you forget!”

“Shouldn’t it be called forget-me-for-sure then?” I offered, but when she glared at me, I coughed. “Okay, how does it work?”

“It causes someone to pass out. They wake up a short time later, but cannot remember the last twenty-four hours of their life.”

“Are you saying…”

“We can dose them, and they’ll forget the puzzles redo them, and repeat every day.”

“We could keep them there forever!”

“Well, it’s not perfect. They retain some basic shadow of a memory. This will build up each time. In other words, they’ll make progress, but very slowly. However, if we do it now, they’ll continue to ride the bone, get mana sick, and wait another day.”

“That’s evil! Ah, but won’t their mana increase too?”

“A little, but who cares? More mana only means more for you, right?”

“Huh?”

She rolled her eyes. “Why do you think you get more points for stronger heroines? It’s the amount of mana we have. It tends to coincide with our other abilities because most skills utilize mana. Every time you overdraft them, you’ll be increasing your earning speed.”

That made sense. From the best I understood, dungeon points were just a quantitative view of mana. The dungeon absorbed mana. The bigger the dungeon, the more mana it absorbed. When someone died, you got all the mana inside them in a lump sum. However, heroines absorbed mana too. They were kind of like a lightning rod drawing mana to them. The more heroines in a dungeon, the more mana was drawn to the dungeon, and the faster mana was absorbed.

As long as I could keep these heroines in my dungeon, the points would keep rolling in. If I blocked their memory, we could just keep putting them back and resetting their progress. In essence, I could turn them into my heroine farm. The thought of it excited me.

“Okay!”

The Heroine Point Farming Project officially began.

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“How are they doing?” I asked.

“You’re finally back? What took you so long?” Diamond asked with a displeased look on her face.

She had returned to her body, but she was watching a screen locked on the adventurers which I had created prior. I called the ability projection. So, I could enter monsters and borrow their senses, use spectator mode to float around invisibly to all but my monsters, create a camera that could lock on to people or places to watch from a distance or see the whole dungeon in an isometric view. The projection had limitations. I could only view one camera at a time, and I was limited to this room, but I could share that image with anyone in my dungeon, where my other abilities were locked to me.

“I was… ahem… settling things with Sandy.”

She narrowed her eyes. “You fucked it, didn’t you?”

“That is- okay, fine, I fucked her, you got a problem with that?”

“Fucking pervert.”

“Oh, fuck off! Aren’t you the one who wanted me to rape her in the first place?”

“Rape her! A human! Not a fucking monster. Mimics have no intelligence. They’re as dumb as animals. You might as well have stuck your dick in a goat, you sick fuck.”

“Fuck you! Sandy listens to me, and she’s a good and obedient girl.”

“It is not a girl!” she shot back.

“After I named her-” I closed my mouth as soon as I said too much, but it was too late.

I was never good at keeping my mouth shut. If I could keep myself from oversharing, I wouldn’t have had half the trouble I did growing up.

“You named her? You named a Mimic?”

“It was an accident…”

“You are an idiot! Why am I being punished by having to work under you? I can’t believe you turned a mimic into a monster! How much did that cost?”

“It’s not that bad… it just cost… a-all…” I responded, feeling a bit embarrassed.

“What? Did you just say all of it? You’re out of points?”

“W-we’ll get more… I’m already up to almost 100. Besides, a named monster can be useful.”

“Naming a monster increases their strength, agility, and intelligence.” She shot back. “You name your most powerful and accomplished bosses. It’s a badge of honor. You don’t name a fucking mimic!”

“So, you’re saying I shouldn’t name you when I have the chance?”

“Of course-” She froze in mid-yell and then looked away. “I’m naturally an exception.”

“That’s what I thought…”

“It doesn’t matter, you already used the points. My plan was for you to get 20,000 points before we have to encounter Missy again, but with a named monster, not only is your upkeep greater, but we have to start from the beginning again.”

“Why, what happens at 20,000 points?”

“How the hell do I know?” She shot back. “However, maybe it will be something good, or maybe I have a plan involving multiple things whose total is 20,000, Idiot!’

“Okay.” I threw up my hands in defeat. “I get it. I won’t do anything else outside of your plans.”

“Hmph… it might be too late for that. We’ll see.” She looked back at the screen. “They’re still trying to figure out how to proceed, by the way.”

“Still? Half the day is over!” I looked at the screen to see the girls working on something.

They had dressed in warmer clothing and had even started a fire. They had initiated various tests, including seeing out meat and fabric reacted to the slime guts. I couldn’t help but glance over at Diamond. Misty and Diamond looked like reckless idiots compared to these girls. Ignoring their previous moment of panic when they ran down the path, they met every challenge thoughtfully.

“What are you looking at me for?” Diamond demanded.

“N-nothing!” I was smart enough not to voice any of my intrusive thoughts out loud, turning back to the video screen.

“This is using up the last of the Deewood.” One of the girls cried, we had enough for a week, but this project will use the last of it.”

“If we’re stuck here, we won’t last a week.” The other girls responded.

“If you can complain, you can help me build. “I’d swear this was a C-ranked dungeon. That first level seemed simple, but a rat king on a second level? This ice maze is even stranger.”

“I wish we brought a sled.” One of the girls complained. “I hear some A-rank teams even bring boats in.”

“That’s because some A-rank dungeons have entire levels submerged in water!” The leader responded. “And how did you plan to bring it in? Without a large storage ring, such things are impossible to carry. We’re lucky Sandy wasn’t carrying any of the wood!”

I had to admit that some of the things in this world were truly marvels. Deewood was the slang term for Dungeonco Ever-Expanding Wood. I had gotten a close look at the Deewood the night before. It was like one of those towels that expanded to full size when you added air or one of those little dinosaurs that grew a hundred times when they were wet. They managed to shrink wood down into pellets. As they heated up, they’d grew to the size of slow-burning smokeless logs. The girls had a few hundred of them and they barely took up a cubic foot of space.

Their plan was pretty simple. They heated the remaining logs using the fire, and once the fire logs were full size, they strapped them together with rope, creating a wood base. They planned to sit on it and push it along the icy corridor like an ice toboggan. We could only sit and wait as they worked to build it in shifts. It took another night, and once they ran out of the wood and the fire went out, they were shivering by the time the morning came and they went.

I mean, technically there was no day or night in the dungeon. Although the dungeon had built-in lighting, it didn’t change with the time outside. Either way, the adventurers had their smokeless torches. Which they lit up to try to maintain some warmth. While you could get through a dungeon without light, it wasn’t ideal. Dungeons could dim lighting or switch it to their advantage, hiding enemies and traps. Even though there was no reason to work on this world’s schedule, the girls seemed to stick to the proper time, which I learned was slightly longer than my world as a twenty-five-hour day.

The girls began their trek using the wooden sled they assembled and the sticks they had used before to check for traps to move them along. Sometimes, the sticks would slip and one of them would curse, but ever so slowly, they made their way down the corridor. Their movements were slow and methodical, but their progress was steady. When they reached the split that had caught Misty and Diamond off guard, they stopped and pulled out a device.

After a moment, the leader spoke up. “The mana flows this way. That’s a dead end.”

She accurately picked the correct direction, and they turned and continued on their way. They reached the other turn that Misty and Diamond had missed again. This one led to the treasure. Had they had the dungeonco treasure sensor, they might have gone down the path to get the treasure, but it had been left on Sandy. Without it, they merely determined it was another dead-end, and continued straight.

“I didn’t even notice that turn,” Diamond muttered unhappily.

“There is a treasure chest there.” I explained to her the trap and what was inside.’

“A warmth potion and a steel sword?” She made a face. “You’re so stingy!”

“I thought the warmth potion was a nice touch,” I responded.

After freezing along in this icy prison for so long, I reckoned they’d sacrifice anything to drink that potion. While they could always put the sword back, if they drank the potion before realizing the mechanism of the trap, it’d be that much harder for them to escape. It was the temptation that would trap them. At least, that’s what I thought.

“No, the warmth potion is nice, but a steel sword? Every heroine brings her weapon and any blacksmith can make that. Heroines aren’t risking their lives in dungeons so that they can find something they can buy for fifty silver. If someone saw that sword, they would spit on you in anger for wasting their time, especially given how difficult it was to reach. You’re lucky no one has found your treasure, or they’d spread rumors that you’re dungeon gives trash treasure.”

“What kind of treasure do people want?” I asked with interest.

“Magic stuff! I said the potion was alright.”

“Isn’t that just alchemy?”

“Are you an idiot? Do you know how expensive it is to raise an alchemist? Every ingredient requires a specific environment to grow. Gathering the ingredients is nearly as expensive as the potions they make, so the profit margin is almost nothing, never mind the cost of training a skilled alchemist. Few people are willing to dedicate years of their lives and hundreds of gold coins so they can make coppers of profit while risking gold-valued ingredients. On top of that, there are only a half-dozen publicly known recipes. The rest are closely guarded secrets for families or governments. You have to sell your soul to them to get potions outside of a dungeon.”

“Okay, okay, I get it,” I waved my hands. “More potions.”

 “Not just potions.” She scoffed. “Any magic items are also sought after.”

“You mean like magic scrolls?” I frowned.

“Scrolls, sure… but swords, armor, pots… pretty much anything with a magic inscription on it would make good money.”

“Inscriptions? Are those hard to do?” I asked, seeing her eyes narrow. “I know… I know… idiot, I’m a fucking dungeon. I’m a few months old. You were shitting in a diaper when you were my age. Continue!”

She frowned slightly, but then she sniffed. “Inscribers aren’t necessarily rare, and the inscriptions themselves aren’t restricted either. Quite the opposite, inscriptions are handed out quite freely. As a result, every starting adventurer tries them out hoping to get rich, but all they do is end up breaking their stuff.”

“How so?” I asked curiously.

“The ingredients aren’t expensive, but the skill required is heavy. It requires a very fine hand and attention to detail.” She explained. “However, more importantly, it requires focus. Every inscription has to be done all at once, and you must do it while continuously providing mana. Even the best inscribers in the world can only inscribe for sixteen hours without food, water, or bathroom breaks and they must do so while continuously providing mana. If they fail, the item falls apart. After that, there is a grade system as to the quality of the enchanted item.”

“Let me guess, F through S.”

“Mm, so you’re aware.”

I thought of the book that I had found on Sandy earlier. I could summon objects and monsters in my dungeon as long as I brought them into my inventory. This was the limit to my summoning ability. I could assign monsters to a certain level, but I’d need to go to that level as a spectator and remove them from my inventory, or they’d have to walk there. Both Diamond and I could go through walls and weren’t bound by the dungeon’s design, but the goblin and Sandy were solid and subject to the laws of matter. Not only could they get caught in traps they weren’t aware of, but they also were stuck on the upper floors because they couldn’t walk past the heroine’s party without being seen.

Of course, my inventory could be an exception. I could pull anything I owned into my inventory, and then drop it wherever I currently was. If I wanted to act as a ferry, I could move monster units from level to level, although they still suffered from status reductions as a result of being on the wrong level.

As for objects, I could only place unowned items in my inventory. I couldn’t take the backpacks or supplies of any of the F-rank parties, for example. There was an exception. If one of my creatures stole the item, I could claim it, but even that had a time limit. For example, it took a full day before I gained ownership over Sandy’s stuff, even though she was already dead. I supposed this was another one of those rules, it gave adventurers twenty-four hours to reclaim lost gear before I could teleport it away and treat it as treasure. This didn’t stop monsters from possessing it and using it before then, just my ability to place it in my inventory.

I had thrown the goblin and the book in my inventory earlier, and I brought them both out. After possessing the goblin, I began looking through the book. Its explanations were rather simple. In the back of the book was a list of inscriptions from the first you should try to the hardest. The book suggested once you completed the hardest you were ready to move up to intermediate inscriptions. Beginning was F, D, and C. A and B were intermediate. Then S through SSS was advanced.  The first inscription was simple. It increases the durability of an item, making it more resistant to dents, chips, and scratches.

“You wouldn’t, by chance, have these ingredients?” I showed her the page.

She was lying down on a bedroll she had pulled from her storage ring and was casually sleeping. She opened one eye when I spoke, then she rolled it.

“You’re an inscriber now?”

“I’d like to try it,” I admitted, wincing slightly.

She looked like she was going to call me some names, but then she hesitated. “You don’t need to eat or sleep, and your mana is many times stronger than that of a human. I’d say dungeons aren’t intelligent or disciplined enough to do such a hobby, but you might just be smart enough to not fuck this up.”

“That might be the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

“Whatever.” She huffed, waving her arms causing a few things to appear in her hands. “This is basic inscription ink, an inscribe pen, and a pan. Only high-level inscribers make their ink. You can try a basic inscription on the pan. If you show any talent, maybe I’ll even help you out a bit.”

“Thanks,” I muttered, taking the stuff she handed me and moving over to my corner.

She watched me huddle in the corner for a few minutes and then snorted, closing her eyes. A flicker of a smile appeared on my lips as I looked over the inscription one last time. I was confident I could do this. Although I never had a steady job, that didn’t mean I was without skill.

There was one thing I had spent a lot of time on besides video games, and that was tabletop gaming! I had spent countless hours assembling and painting figurines. I was good at it too! A few people even offered to pay me, which I used to buy more games. My parents always told me it was a waste of my time though, and so I never considered making a living doing it. Either way, I was confident in my ability. I had perfectly replicated countless complex emblems and sigils, and the idea of dedicating my attention to something for sixteen hours straight… well, wasn’t that a basic requirement for MMOs?

“I’m finished.” I declared an hour later.

“Mm?” She looked up. “Already? Bullshit. Most inscribers I see take at least two hours for even basic shit. Inscription even has its alphabet and you haven’t learned it yet.”

“How do you test and see if it works?” I asked, ignoring her cutting comments.

“Give me that!” She snatched the pan away from me, looking at the inscription and frowning.

“I detect mana in this!” She spoke in surprise, but then she narrowed her eyes.

She put the pot down and then pulled out a similar pot and put them both down on the ground. She pulled out her sword and stabbed the uninscribed pot. Her blade cut right through the bottom. She then did the same potion to the other pot. The blade was blocked. It left a small dent, but it was blocked. She let out a cry of surprise.

“A two-star? On your first try?”

“Stars now?”

“Did you not read that book?” She gestured at the one I had open in front of me to the first inscription sample. “The difficulty of an inscription is rated F-SSS, but the quality is rated five stars. A one-star inscription is the bare minimum. I was expecting a ½ star for your first attempt, which isn’t good enough to sell, but you reached two stars.”

“That’s sellable?”

“I’ll put it this way, you need one star to sell it as enchanted, but the most you’ll ever find in a store is three stars. That’s because no one would sell anything higher rank than that. It’d be kept as an heirloom.”

So, it’s good then?” I asked cautiously.

“If you can do more of these inscriptions, I think your treasure problem will be easily resolved.” She admitted.

I kept a bit of excitement at her words. I may not understand this world completely, but I played enough games to know that turning standard steel items into magic items would be a great way for me to make money. My goblin hand felt a bit cramped, but I could switch mobs when I needed to, or find a monster with better drawing stamina. Hobbies were always a good thing, especially when those hobbies could make you rich.

“Ah, it looks like the party has reached your fourth floor.” Diamond casually commented as I was growing excited.

The icy hand of death once again touched my neck. I had almost forgotten about those girls. I watched as they tore up their sled and then used the wood for fire. They were all shivering, their skin blue. It had taken all day and it was deep in the night now. They were cold and tired, but they were quickly warming up against the fire.

“How are we going to escape once we’re done if we destroyed the sled?” One of the girls asked.

“Hopefully, there will be something below that can help us on the way out.” The lead girl explained. “However, we all agree there was no choice. If we didn’t start a fire tonight, some of us might not wake up tomorrow.”

“At least it’s warmer on the fourth floor. Are we sure it’s safe?”

“The monster detectors see a few monsters, but they’re probably behind those doors.” The leader pointed at the door at the end. “We’ll camp here tonight. We should be safe enough with a guard. We should be done with this dungeon in just a few more days.”

“How should we mess with them tonight?” Diamond wondered out loud.

As I watched them make camp, my eyes couldn’t help but fall on the evil bone. They decided to sleep in the room with that. Diamond didn’t know it, but that bone had a mental attack, inducing horny desperation. Diamond and Misty had only been affected by it for fifteen minutes and they were breathing hard. These girls planned to spend all night with it a short distance away. Diamond might not need to do anything. I was very curious what the night would bring.

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“What do we do with Sandy now?” I asked nervously.

“Uck… do whatever you want with it. Kill it. Fuck it. Since they all think she’s dead, it has no value anymore.” Diamond spoke dismissively.

“I can fuck it?” I asked in surprise.

She gave me a disgusted look. “If you get turned on fucking monsters. Wait, who am I talking to? Well, if you want to wear that goblin dick and pump a few more squirts into that mimic, it’s probably willing. It’s under your control, so it won’t kill you. I’m not sure it’ll do anything by lying there.”

“So, basically most women,” I responded.

“What do you say?”

“N-nothing!” I coughed, having no desire to explain to her female jokes from my world. “I was thinking maybe the mimic could become a guy and I could use it.”

I didn’t care about it being strong or anything, and if it could turn into a girl and a treasure chest, why not become a man? At that point, I could inhabit it and it’d almost be like having my own body back.

“I already told you, it can only turn into what it ingests. It’s only eaten Sandy, so it can only look like Sandy. If you want it to look like something else, even a treasure chest, you’d need to feed it one.”

“That’s expensive!” I complained.

“Well, nobody told your stupid rat to get in the way of my plans.” She responded angrily.

“Can’t you go get me a guy when you go back out?”

“Get you one?” She looked at me like I was an idiot. “No, I can’t just get you one. Men don’t grow on trees!”

“They grow in wombs! I know about the birds and the bees.” I responded, feeling annoyed.

“Yeah? And every man is currently a national treasure. No nation would allow a man anywhere near a dungeon. It’d be easier for me to obtain a dragon baby than a human male.”

“It’s that bad?” I asked, feeling a bit disappointed.

She snorted. “If I could have found a man, then I wouldn’t even be…”

“What? You’re mumbling?”

“Shut the hell up! Who asked you, idiot!” She glared at me. “You’re the reason I’m dead. With an undead body… I’ll never… I can never… I fucking hate you!”

She was usually in a bad mood, but I rarely saw her turn that angry. She suddenly disappeared in a puff. Her actions were enough that the adventurers nearby became alert. They were taking a break as they tried to figure out how to continue, but Diamond’s leaving had caused a ghostly breeze to blow over them. I saw that she returned to her body though, so I decided to leave her be. Why did she grow so upset anyway? Maybe, it was her time of the month. Did women in this world have PMS meds?

“Ah, that reminds me!”

I summoned the goblin back to the 2^nd floor and entered his body. I went up to Sandy, who was just standing there with a vacant look in her eyes. It was true, she wouldn’t be able to fool very many people. Anyone who came into the dungeon and saw her would immediately know that something was off about her. She didn’t blink or breathe, and it gave her an unnerving appearance the longer one looked at her.

Even so, Sandy was currently a girl, and I didn’t want to enter her body. I stuck by my former promise. I wouldn’t be tempted like that. The reason I approached her though was to get her backpack. Every girl had been carrying a backpack full of supplies, and when they abandoned Sandy, they abandoned her backpack too. When Diamond brought her to me the previous night, the backpacks had been left on the ground and opened up to make camp for the night, so she hadn’t brought them with her.

I pulled the backpack off of her and then put it on the ground. I began to tear it apart, looking for anything inside of value. Theoretically, anything here could be used as treasure. The more treasure a dungeon had, the more valuable it was to the adventurers. She still had the device in her hand that detected treasure. That alone could be considered a treasure, but I felt like it was counterproductive to give heroines a treasure to help them steal my treasures.

After all, if it was too easy for a heroine to get the treasures, I’d be bankrupted. I needed to find a perfect balance, cheap treasures that were enough to attract heroines but would leave me with more points in the end. I had to start thinking about the future. Diamond would protect me now, but my time was limited. Once she got her vengeance on Misty, she’d leave and I had to the future to think about. A mindless mimic and a cowardly rat king weren’t going to save the day.

“Hmm?” I looked up and nearly jumped. “Uh… hey?”

Sandy’s head had turned down to look at me. She was watching me go through her things. However, she didn’t respond. She just continued to watch me. I finished going through her stuff. Other than the treasure finder, I found her bedding, some dried food, and two changes of clothing. There were thirty coppers. I didn’t know the cost of things in this world, but I doubted it was enough to place in a treasure chest.

As I sorted everything out, I couldn’t help but look back up at Sandy. She was watching me unblinkingly, and it was close enough I was starting to blush. That’s when I remembered what Diamond had said earlier. She had said that I could fuck Sandy. Well, it wasn’t like she permitted me. Sandy was a mindless monster, but she would stand there and take whatever I did to her. She was basically like a real doll, but even better.

My previous sexual encounters had all been with unconscious women. Even when Sandy did wake up, she was tied up and gagged. She had passed out by the time I was finished. In other words, I had never done anything with a conscious, aware woman. Although Sandy was just watching me without any expression, I couldn’t help but have wild thoughts.

I brought out my green fingers and reached for her. My hand grabbed her chest. I had already enjoyed this chest once, but that was while she was lying on her back. I squeezed while looking at her eyes. She continued to stare at me blankly. I reached up as high as I could, my hands touching her lips. I touched them gently. They were just as soft as I remembered. The mimic was good at replicating her in every detail.

“I wish you’d suck…” I laughed.

Then, to my shock, she opened her mouth and put her lips around one of my fingers. She began sucking on it gently.

“Ah!” I cried out, pulling my finger out of her mouth. She didn’t move, continuing to stare at me flatly.

“T-take off your armor.” I tried ordering her.

I had trouble with her armor before, but if she could remove it herself, wouldn’t that solve my problem? As soon as I made the order, the mimic began to strip down. One piece of armor after another was discarded until it was just her shirt and pants. I nearly jumped for joy. The mimic did everything I asked her to do. This was way better than a sex doll!

I bit my lip and then reached down and pulled her pants to her knees. Her pussy was right there, complete with pink pussy hair. After that, I pulled her undershirt up until her boobs were exposed. I couldn’t quite reach her nipple with my mouth, so I forced her to bend slightly so her nipple was at my mouth level. Sandy did everything without resistance. I excitedly began to suck on her nipple. As I did that, my hand found its way between her legs and I began to finger her pussy.

“Lift your leg a bit,” I mumbled into her breast.

She lifted her legs out of her pants and then held them up. Like that, I was able to suck her titties and finger her pussy. If all girls could be so accommodating! Her body was warm, soft, and wet. My fingers slipped easily into her pussy, which was leaking her juices. Mimics could get horny too! Well, at least, she produced lubricant. Who knew what emotions she was feeling? Her face only showed a flight flush as she watched me emotionlessly.

Her nipples hardened as I sucked them. It seemed like she was enjoying it too, or at least, her body was reacting similarly to a normal girl. The only problem was she wasn’t moaning. She continued to watch with unblinking eyes as I played with her body. It was kind of unnerving.

As I sucked her titties, I reached down and pulled my cock out. The mimic, still sucking her nipples, looked down at my cock. I grew excited seeing her react to it.

“You want my cock?”

She looked away. I felt a little dejected. Was this dick not to her liking? I didn’t have any other dicks to use. Her titties were delicious, and her pussy was squeezing my finger nicely. She’d have to get used to this green tiny dick because she was going to have to satisfy it! I pushed the mimic against the wall and continued to finger her. My tongue continued to lick her nipples and my finger moved quickly in and out of her pussy. The mimic was leaking quite a bit of liquid, and my finger was coated with her juices. I was able to put two fingers in her without trouble. Pussies were elastic. I wanted to see how much it would stretch, but that was for a later date. Her face stayed completely neutral as her body was played with.

I was getting excited from sucking her boobs and fingering her. My cock was already rock hard and was pressing up against her leg. I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I stopped sucking her tits and pushed her down to her knees. My cock was right at her eye level, and she was forced to look at it.

“Open your mouth,” I ordered.

She obediently opened her mouth. Her saliva-covered nipples were practically dripping with my saliva. She stared up at me, waiting for the next order.

“Suck it,” I told her.

She grabbed the base of my cock, and wrapped her lips around it. I let out a sigh. Her mouth was so warm. She started to bob her head up and down. I couldn’t help but compare her to the last girl that had sucked my cock, Misty. Well, it was more accurate to say that I put my dick in her mouth until I came. The mimic was doing something. Her movements felt somewhat mechanical and steady, but for me, it felt incredible.

“Use your tongue.”

The mimic swirled her tongue around my cock.

“Suck on the tip.”

Her tongue danced across the head of my cock.

“Faster!”

Every command I gave her she followed with lightning precision. Unfortunately, she wouldn’t change things up unless I ordered her, but this was fine. I could just do it myself. I gripped her hair and moved her head. My cock was reaching deeper and deeper into her throat. She was able to handle it without gagging. Well, if she didn’t breathe, she didn’t need to gag!

“Swallow my cock.” I ordered.

Her throat made a swallowing motion that undulated around my cock. It felt amazing.

“Don’t stop.”

Her head moved faster and faster, while her tongue swirled around my cock.

“Ah, I’m cumming.” I warned her.

I could have sworn her eyes lit up when she heard that. I pulled her head down and then blew a load down her throat. She swallowed it without complaint. When I finished, I pulled out of her mouth and looked at her. She looked back. She didn’t show any signs of repulsion, anger, or displeasure. I didn’t care that she was a monster. If this kept happening, I might fall in love.

“Turn around, bend over,” I ordered.

The mimic did so, presenting her pussy to me. She bent over and her hands rested on the ground, her ass sticking up in the air. Her pussy was glistening, and her legs were spread. She was a good mimic. I was already hard, and I could see her juices dripping onto the floor. I couldn’t wait.

“I’m going in,” I said.

“Nnnn!”

I was surprised to hear her moan. It was a good thing that mimics couldn’t talk because otherwise, I might have made her say such naughty things I’d lose it. My hands rested on her butt cheeks as I began to pump into her. Her pussy was soft, and her juices made it easier to slide into her. She was a bit less tight than the first time, although the first time was with the heroine and she was a mimic. She seemed to mimic the heroine in every other respect, so I guessed that this would be what a second time with Sandy would have felt like too. The mimic didn’t seem to be in pain. If anything, she was enjoying herself. She let out small noises with each thrust.

“Mm, ah, ahh!”

I was pounding into her and her pussy was squeezing down on me.

“This is so good,” I grunted.

I was going to blow another load in her. As I did, I slapped her butt, causing her to cry out in pleasure. It seemed that she was pretty sensitive, which was great.

“You’re so wet. Mimics are slutty monsters, aren’t they?”

I slapped her butt again. She moaned out.

“Your pussy is squeezing me.”

I reached down and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back.

“I’m going to fuck you every day.”

Her body shook from the force of my thrusts.

“I’m cumming.” I announced.

Her pussy clenched down on me, and her hips shook.

“I’m going to blow,” I grunted.

Her pussy spasmed around my cock, milking me. It was all I could take.

“Fuck… Sandy… I love you!” I cried out, even though I knew I was just spouting shit. “I’m cumming! Yes, Yes, Yes!”

As I began to cum, I didn’t pay attention to a sudden ding in my head, but as my second load filled her up, my reasoning returned to me.

[Naming this monster costs 10,000 dungeon points. Would you like to name this monster?]

[You have selected, yes. Assigning name… Sandy, the Mimic.]

“What? Fuck!”

Before I could say anything else, there was a flash of white light. It blinded me for a minute, and when it was gone, well, nothing had changed. I immediately checked my store. My points were at five! I had just passed the ten thousand mark and I spent it all. I had accidentally called her Sandy, making the system think I was naming her, and then I moaned yes when it asked if it was okay. Are you fucking kidding me?

After pulling out of Sandy, she stood back up and looked at me. She didn’t look any different than before. No, didn’t she look a little better? She originally had a fairly plain face and an average body. The shape of her body hadn’t changed at all, but it was almost like she had been tweaked slightly. Her nose was a bit more symmetrical, her tits were more perky, and her ass was a bit rounder.

“You’re not even a decent mimic anymore!” I cried out, grabbing her hair and pulling it. “What did naming you even accomplish!”

“Owie! Master, I don’t know! Please don’t hurt Sandy, Sandy will be good!” I immediately let go of her hair as soon as I heard her voice, falling back onto my ass.

“Y-you spoke!” Luckily, I was getting better at speaking with the goblin’s voice box, so my own words were coherent.

She rubbed her head, looking at me with a pout. “M-master… Sandy is a good mimic, Sandy wants to look more desirable. That’s how Sandy lures unsuspecting victims. Sandy will change back if Master wants.”

“Whose Sandy!” I yelled.

“Master called me Sandy! Sandy is a very happy Master named Sandy. Sandy will work hard for Master!”

I was angry that I had lost so many points, but as I started to regain my cool, I realized that this might be the best thing to happen. If Sandy was intelligent and could take orders, then she was exactly the servant I was looking for. I wouldn’t be able to regain those points, but maybe there were other benefits.

“Can you answer any questions about Sandy?” I asked.

“Anything! Just ask!”

“What is the name of Sandy’s teammates?”

“Sandy doesn’t know! Owie!”

I knuckled her head. “What do you mean you don’t know? You just said you had Sandy’s memories!”

“I don’t understand!” She cried. “I’m Sandy!”

“I’m not talking about Sandy, the mimic! I’m talking about Sandy the heroine!”

“Oh… her?” She blinked. “Sandy doesn’t know anything about her.”

“When you eat her, you don’t gain her knowledge?” I demanded.

“Is that a thing?”

“What about skills? Spells? Abilities?”

“N-no… Sandy just can look like them.” She looked dumfounded as if she had never had such thoughts before.

“Fine…” Perhaps it was too much to ask for that she could eat heroines and become a C-rank or higher instantly. “Fine… Fine… Okay… I still have three adventurers, I can earn points back. You, take that food and put it out around the front of the dungeon. I want you to make a trail leading into the dungeon.”

“Huh? Won’t that attract vermin?”

“That’s the idea,” I responded. “Can you do that for me?”

This had been my plan when I came up here in the first place. I was going to use the food to lure rats into the dungeon. Once they were in range, the rat king could start to control them. In that way, I could get rats points free. My only chance at survival was to earn faster. Perhaps, Sandy could help me do that.

“Yes, Master!” Sandy saluted and then started running down the hallway.

“It’s that way!” I pointed in the opposite direction.

“Yes!” She ran back the other way.

“You’ll need the food,” I added.

She turned back and grabbed the bag. “Sandy is on it!”

She ran off with the bag. I watched her leave, feeling extremely conflicted. As she went off the stairway and disappeared from my sight, my eyes wandered down, and I noticed a book that had been hidden by the food bag. I picked it up and flipped it open.

“Inscriptions for Beginners.” I read off the title. “A textbook?”

 She went up the stairway, and a minute later I heard a scream and a thud. It was followed by a distant shout.

“M-master! Sandy fell in a hole!”

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 “Hey, Sandy… it’s my turn.” A girl drowsily sat up, checking her Dungeonco timepiece. “Eh? You’re still up?”

She stood up and looked around the camp. The fire had fallen to embers and sitting next to it, but facing away from the camp was the back of a pink-haired girl.

“Don’t tell me you’ve fallen asleep again!” The girl stood up and walked over to the pink-haired girl, grabbing her shoulder and shaking her. “Oi, Sandy!”

The pink-haired girl jumped and then turned around. She smiled apologetically and then ran over to her covers and jumped into them. The other girl frowned, but when the pink-haired girl remained in her covers, she took her place and started bringing back the fire. She probably did nap a little and was too embarrassed to say anything. Once she took over her watch, I left the body of the girl and returned to my core room, where Diamond was waiting.

“So, you call it a…”

“A mimic. They can take the form of anything they consume. Isn’t it neat? I’m surprised you didn’t notice such a creature before.”

“I did…” I responded awkwardly. “However, the mimics I know about just take the form of treasure chests.”

The mimic wasn’t cheap either, they were 3,000 points. However, that wasn’t an issue because the first thing the mimic was tasked with doing was eating the pink-haired girl. Initially, the mimic looked like a slime, although it wasn’t nearly as structured as a normal slime and didn’t seem to have the ability to move. It was just like a pile of silver sludge. We had to toss her unconscious body on the slime, and that’s when it suddenly formed teeth and a mouth rose and swallowed her whole. The girl’s death was instant and painless.

A short moment later, the silver blood shimmered and then turned into a perfect replica of the girl, although her bindings were all gone and she had a vague and distant look in her eyes. We quickly dressed her up in her armor, although because I had cut it off earlier, I had to jerry-rig it a bit. Still, if no one looked at her too closely they wouldn’t be able to tell anything was wrong.

“Quick, get her back to the party. It’s already passed their guard switch time.”

“Mimic, go to level 1 and stand guard over the party.” After I made my order, the mimic stared at me blankly.  

“Idiot, mimics aren’t intelligent. They only work on instinct. That’s not a problem because you can control her, right?”

“Why don’t you do it?” I offered, not wanting to take over the body of another woman after what happened last time.

“Why? So, you can inhabit my body again!” She covered her chest. “Not a chance in hell!”

I sighed, but I ended up inhabiting her and then going up to the first floor. I took away my senses so that I couldn’t feel anything in this body. That should be enough. I arrived just in time for the next person to wake up. Diamond had told me laughably little about this body, but I quickly realized that she couldn’t speak. As she approached me, I was worried she’d notice something, so I jumped right into the spare sheets. Thankfully, she seemed to buy it and I was able to leave the body. To them, she just looked like she was asleep, but in truth, she was just waiting.

“Treasure chests are common,” Diamond explained. “After all, mimics can’t speak, and they don’t move until they have a target.”

“Sandy won’t attack them in the middle of the night, will she?”

“Sandy?”

“That’s what they called her!”

“That was the name of the girl who died. This mimic is just a monster.” Diamond explained. “You did order it to be dormant, right? We don’t want it attacking the other girls. Its strength is rather weak. It depends on the element of surprise, but if found out it can be killed rather easily.”

“I’m not an idiot!” I shot back. “Sandy won’t attack them. What are we going to do until morning?”

She waved her hands dismissively. “I’ll possess the body in the morning. If it was you, you’d reveal her right away. As for me, I’ll make sure they get deeper into the dungeon and then lose another.”

“So, you can inhabit her! Wait, mimics are only three thousand while your undead raise was four thousand. I could have just bought a mimic and had it eat your body, right? I’d have saved a thousand points.”

“Tcht… you cheap miser. The mimic could only replicate my dead body!” She shot back. “Plus, even if I can make the miser walk, I couldn’t speak anymore.”

“Isn’t that a win?”

“Fuck you. A mimic is considered a rank D monster, although that’s only because it’s difficult for Rank Fs to detect them. Its body is really rank F with its mimicry making it a little more difficult. As for my body, it’s a rank C body, and with my ghost, I’m the strength I used to be… no… stronger, because now I’m immune to poison, resistant to physical damage, and can heal extremely quickly. If I fought Misty again in my current body, I might even win without a sneak attack.”

“Fine, whatever, is there anything else I need to know about mimics?” I asked.

“Yeah, I’ve heard a thing or two. A few rich people put mimics in their treasuries to kill off thieves. Their upkeep is pretty high. You have to feed them a goblin a week. Oh, and if you keep any other monsters around, they may eat them, especially if you don’t feed them regularly.”

“Damn, I was hoping to make a mimic army, but it seems like they do have too many setbacks,” I muttered. “Wait, a goblin a week? I have to feed my monsters?”

“No, you probably pay upkeep. Based on some of your descriptions, a dungeon likely functions similar to a wizard’s tower.”

“Upkeep?”

“Wait… please don’t tell me you don’t know what upkeep is.” She looked at me incredulously.

“Of course, I do! It’s the cost of maintenance!” I coughed. “You’re saying that every creature I buy has an upkeep cost, and I likely have to spend mana to maintain them. This is why most small dungeons depend on traps with no upkeep, right?”

“Hmm… maybe you’re not a complete lost cause…” She responded snobbishly.

I let out a breath. I had played plenty of games, so how could I not pick up on the contextual clues? Upkeep likely meant that the more monsters I had, the more expensive it would be. The dungeon points I earned would be earned less slowly. I looked at the counter, and it was hard to say.

On the one hand, I still had three people in my dungeon so I was gaining points far quicker than I was used to. On the other hand, I had just lost one of those girls, so a speed drop was expected. It was too difficult to say how much the mimic costs me say compared to the rat king. At least, I wouldn’t need to feed it.

“How are your points doing anyway?” She asked.

“Huh? Oh, yeah…” I had been so caught up in everything, I hadn’t paid attention. When I saw the amount, I couldn’t help but wince. “8,649.”

“That little, huh?” She responded thoughtfully.  

“When you died, you netted me 10,000 points, but she only gave me around 2,000. She didn’t even pay for the mimic replacing her!” I spoke helplessly. “What gives?”

Diamond sneered. “Did you think some middling F-ranker would be worth the same as me? The more powerful your opponent, the more you gain.”

“I see…” I responded thoughtfully, “No wonder the four of them have only increased my DP production slightly higher than either you or Misty did on your own.”

“Hm!” She responded, crossing her arms. “Why else do you think we’re trying to keep them in the dungeon as long as possible? If you killed them now, you’d only get 8,000 points, but if you keep them here for a few days, you’d be making that much again!”

Diamond did know what she was talking about. I had been thinking about things far too narrowly. It was best to delay their deaths as long as possible. It was even regretful we had to get rid of one of them, but then again, it seemed Diamond had a plan for that too. I decided to watch for a bit and let things play out.

Eight hours passed by and every two hours the watchguard swapped out. They made a total of ten hours, allowing each girl to get a full eight hours of sleep. It still wouldn’t have been enough for me as a human. I’d have needed to sleep another four hours at least. Still, that time passed and none of them realized that their party member had been swapped out with a mimic. Of course, I also kept quiet, giving them no reason to suspect that anything was amiss. I just watched as my points steadily went up.

Shortly before the morning, Diamond left and hid her body. She made me enter the goblin and close off all my senses before she did it as if I’d hunt down her body. I was tempted to defile her with the goblin. Maybe she’d act a bit humbler after waking up covered in goblin jizz. In the end, I suppressed my desire for punishment. I depended on her abilities too much at the moment. Until the threat that was Misty was taken care of, I couldn’t risk angering her. It was fine though. I was a patient being. I could wait for my time. I’d eventually humiliate her for every insulting word she leveled my way.

“I’m going to the mimic now.” Her spirit declared, causing me to jump. “Possession is something I can only do a few times a day. It requires a great deal of energy. Not everyone can freely jump in and out of creatures like you, and my control is dependent on the intelligence of the body I’m inhabiting. At my current strength, I’m not even confident I could possess the rat king.”

The rat king squeaked defiantly as if it understood what she said and wasn’t happy she suggested it. We were all on the 2^nd floor, at the base of the stairway leading up to the first floor and their camp. I had been watching them the entire night, despite Diamond saying it wasn’t necessary. I didn’t need to sleep anymore, so this kind of thing didn’t bother me all that much. I glanced down at the rat king.

“You, go get into your proper position!” I ordered him.

“Squeak!” His sounds gave off a certain level of respect, and his body posture looked like if he had hands he might have saluted.

Hey, the rat king wasn’t bad. This guy was going places.

“That thing is useless without rats.” She snorted.

I looked back to Diamond who had an ugly expression. If only she had some respect.

“You said your current strength. You can get stronger? How?” I asked.

“You don’t know?” She asked, looking a bit annoyed.

I had a thought, so I looked through the dungeon store. That’s where I saw it. There was a rank-up ability. It was next to the naming ability. It seemed like there were various ways to modify mobs, although most of them were currently locked. The available ones were expensive… like more expensive than the gains of doing it.

“Monsters absorb mana and level over time.” She continued when I didn’t respond. “I’d suppose you’d need to give your monsters more mana to make them level.”

“Yeah, I figured that out.” I coughed. “Well, I’ll let you do your thing.”

“Hmph, just watch a master.” She floated upstairs.

I was worried she’d be seen by the current guard, but she quite easily managed to slipper her view and enter Sandy. A few minutes later, the girl watching everyone called out.

“Oi! Ladies! Get your cunts up. It’s time to keep going.”

There were several groans as some of the girls resisted their leader’s call, but they all ended up getting up after another minute or so. They quickly reapplied their armor which had only been partially taken off just in case they were attacked in the middle of the night. They also pulled out some dried food and ate it. It didn’t look very appetizing to me. It was stale bread and dried meat, and the meat wasn’t fresh and oily like jerky, but just dry and salty-looking.

“It’s been a while since I’ve eaten anything.” I considered.

I didn’t get hungry in my current body, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t get cravings. I spent my whole life nervous about eating, so I felt a little regretful that after all of my encounters, I didn’t get any of the food from a heroine. Maybe Diamond had some in the storage ring, but I didn’t know how to look in it and she reclaimed it before I could figure it out. I’d ask her, but knowing her, she probably wouldn’t let me try any. It was probably the same as the other heroine food I had seen Misty and these girls eat. It was very unappealing but probably convenient.

The four women, the possessed Sandy included, headed down to the next floor. Sandy had acted animatedly, making use of grunts and nods to appear as if she could speak, and so far no one had noticed. I had some doubt’s Diamond could pull it off. In particular, I figured her bad attitude and way of looking down on others would quickly get her caught. However, she was acting sweet and all smiles, which told me she knew the normal way her face looked was awful.

It had taken the group an entire day to reach the second floor. I hoped that it would take them another day to reach the second. I watched eagerly, and they didn’t disappoint. Just like the day before, they moved forward slowly and methodically, looking in both directions as if a wrong step could be instant death. Each girl had a device in her hand to scan for the environment. As it turned out, Sandy had the one for monsters, so my rat king would be able to catch them by surprise.

I waited as they headed down the pathway. An hour passed, and then two. They finally passed the hidden alcove that the rat king was hiding in. Diamond walked right by it without warning them of anything. The plan was simple. He’d jump on the back of the girl in the rear and attack her. After slashing and biting her, the rat king would hide back in his alcove. This would cause the girls to move even slower. With luck, the fear of getting attacked from behind would slow them to the point it’d take several days to pass this corridor.

It was finally his moment to shine. He stepped out bravely behind the party, preparing to attack. That was the plan, but then the rat king tripped over his own feet. I didn’t know mobs could do that! As he fell, he involuntarily let out a noise.

“Squeak!”

The party all turned to look at him. Sandy wore the distinctly ugly face of Diamond who was irritated by someone else’s stupidity. As the girls all stared at the giant rat, the rat king seemed to freeze in terror, not knowing if it should run away now, or launch a fruitless attack.

“It’s a rat king!” One of the girls shouted.

“Run!” Shouted the leader. “Where there is a rat king, there is an army of rats!”

The girls turned and ran forward. Had there been traps on this level, they would have struck every one of them. Yet, that wasn’t the nature of this level. The girls ran shamelessly into the dark. The only one who didn’t go with them was Sandy, who stared as they disappeared with a flummoxed look on her face.

The group of screaming women didn’t slow down until they reached the end of the hallway. When they found the stairway leading down, they didn’t hesitate to head down it. My level which was supposed to take a day to beat was defeated in twenty minutes. Even Misty and Diamond didn’t beat that time.

Only when they came out on the third floor, making haggard breaths that could be seen in the chilly air did they finally stop fleeing.

“Rat kings are horrible! Do I have any rats on me? I feel something scratching at my back!”

“I can still feel them crawling all over me!”

“They got Sandy! Oh, gods… they must be eating her alive right now.”

“Should we go back and save her?”

“No! No… even if we could save her, would Sandy want to be saved after that?”

I listened in on the conversation with a flummoxed expression. Who would have expected this F-rank adventuring party to be terrified of rats? They reacted as if the rat king had already sent a hoard after them. They didn’t even wait to see if there was a single rat under his control. They just assumed that they were coming and ran.

“What do we do?” One of the girls asked. “We can’t go back! There could be countless rats between us and the exit.”

The leader nodded. “We’ve already gone too far. Our only choice is to continue onward and defeat this dungeon. Once the dungeon is dead, the surviving mobs are no longer bound to it. They’ll often run away. As long as we give it a few days, the rat king will have left the dungeon and it can be someone else’s problem.”

“What about Sandy?”

“She knew the risks… the same as all of us. We’ll collect her remains on the way out… if anything survives.”

By this point, Diamond had come to my side as a ghost and was watching them with just as much shock. Technically, we succeeded. They didn’t dare try to flee the dungeon. We also didn’t need to pretend Sandy was alive. However, we had also lost an entire level of time. As for the rat king who had caused this mess, he was hiding in his alcove and shaking, afraid of one of us coming to punish him.

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To a man who lived his life as a virgin like me, even a mid-tier girl was an incredible temptation.  This pink-haired girl was still far out of my league from back before I reincarnated. I could do anything I wanted with her and face no consequences, or perhaps it was better to say that her death was already assured, so what I did with her before she died was meaningless, since the outcome would be the same. The idea certainly excited me.

I was no saint. I would murder, steal, or molest if it kept me alive. Then again, my life wasn’t dependent on what I did to her. If I did do stuff, I’d be accepting I was no longer a person who could exist in the world as what you’d call modern morality. On the other hand, maybe that was the world’s repentance for a sucky lifetime and a shitty death. Lying unconscious like that, she was just like one of those real dolls.

I would have bought one if I had the money. I wouldn’t have been one of those gross people who married their doll, but I at least wanted to have a woman who would do whatever I wanted at least once, and I long since accepted that a guy like me would never be able to land a girl like that on my own. Even prostitutes had their limits. Only a doll could fulfill my desire to experiment.

Yet, my first response wasn’t to jump her bones. Rather, I looked at the girl who had offered her suspiciously. I wasn’t a fool, and Diamond didn’t seem like the type of girl to do people favors. Her actions were very suspicious.

“What is that look?” Diamond glared at me. “I’m not going to help you rape her.”

I continued to stare at her. “What’s in it for you?”

She looked a bit surprised, but then she snorted, looking away. “Do I need a reason?”

“Yes.”

“Tcht!” She looked back. “Okay, maybe I want a little bit of revenge. If these bitches didn’t falsely report you as a D rank, then the dumb bitch wouldn’t have been interested in defeating you, I wouldn’t have been brought along, and then I wouldn’t have died.”

“Is that it?” I asked, still not convinced.

“What, do you want a whole autobiography?” She snapped, crossing her arms. “You already crept all over my naked body and even touched my private parts with your filthy hands. If I can be soiled, then so can these ugly women. I want you to get used to it now because when that bitch Misty comes, I expect you to play with her until she goes insane.”

“You want me to rape Misty?” I asked.

“Heh… do you think you can even pull it off?” She asked.

“You…” I glared.

She laughed. “I’ve seen your game. You’re a total amateur with women. Since you need practice, I provided you someone to practice with before we need to take on Misty.”

“Is that all there is to it?” I asked, narrowing my eyes before I realized that she couldn’t see expressions anyway.

“Yeah.” She responded and then mumbled. “For the most part.”

“I know you’re trying to keep things from me, but I feel like I wouldn’t be doing my due diligence if I didn’t at least ask you what is the other part beyond most.”

“You’re so paranoid.” She responded, but when she saw me not reacting, she coughed. “Fine, I want to leave the dungeon, but I might still need you around, so we should remain on good terms.”

“You want to be allies?”

“Hah! That’s maybe a bit much,” She shot back but then blushed slightly. “You’re an intelligent dungeon. If you’re allowed to grow, you’ll become very powerful. Dungeons can use mana to create all manners of things. They’re also a great place to… ahem… get rid of unwanted trash.”

“So, you want to use me in the future to get free stuff?”

“It’s a mutual agreement!” She shot back and then continued as if she realized I was rolling my eyes. “Hey, the guild mistress is personal friends with Misty. If Misty goes missing for too long, she will investigate, and if she learns you killed Misty, she will wipe you out. If you think we’re scary, she’s an A rank. She would obliterate you even if you were ten times stronger.”

“Shit, and you want me to rape and torture her?”

“It’s fine… with me there. I can cover your ass, report whatever I want to report. I know Misty, she didn’t report my death. Once she’s gone, I can return to being an adventurer. I could even direct parties to your dungeon, the kind I know can’t make it through.”

“You’d do that?” I asked, feeling a bit of disbelief. “You’d betray your fellow heroines and send them to a dungeon?”

She kicked the body of the girl at her feet. “Haven’t I already proven my willingness?

I opened my mouth and then closed it. I think I understood her a bit better. Things would work better if there was one of us on the inside and one of us on the outside. I had initially feared letting her go, but now I was realizing it was for the best. She probably also realized I was considering reneging on our deal after I got what I wanted, but by showing her loyalty here, I was much more likely to go along with the deal.

“Alright, then I accept.”

She snorted. “I knew a horny pervert like you would.”

I wanted to refute her words. She did know how to be both an enemy and a friend. She had a vicious tongue and an even more vicious attitude. I was a bit happy she was on my side.

I entered my spectator mode and then took over the goblin, who had mostly been meandering around like a helpless turtle. As I took him over, my goblin eyes grew focused and I went straight toward the pink-haired girl. She had groaned when she was kicked and was starting to show signs of waking up. Diamond had tied her up with rope though, restraining her arms and legs for me.

As I started patting her down, Diamond snorted and left the room. I was wondering if she planned to watch or not. I was patting the pink-haired girl to see if she had any other weapons on her. After my fingers entered a few crevices, I did locate a small knife. As I looked it over, it gave me an idea, and I started cutting off her clothing. Since I didn’t want to undo the bindings and couldn’t even figure out some of the armor, it was faster this way.

As I was pulling off the last pieces of her clothing, revealing the bare naked woman underneath, she groaned, her eyes starting to open. When she finally was able to make out my ugly green face, she let out a cry. She tried to say something, but the wooden dowel shoved in her mouth kept her from speaking. I kind of preferred it that way. If she was allowed to speak, she might say something that upset me. Like how disgusting I was, or how horrible I was for kidnapping her.

But I wasn’t a monster. She was the one who came into my dungeon with the intent to kill me. I was just punishing her. Yes, this was her punishment. Those thoughts seemed to calm me, and I started to run my hand over her body. Her skin was smooth and soft. It was a bit cold, and her nipples were hard. I couldn’t help but reach out and pinch one.

She let out a cry. She tried to struggle free, but she was completely wrapped up in rope. Diamond did a really good job, as she wasn’t able to budge at all. She must have done this before. but why did Diamond have experience tying up the bodies of adventurers? You know what, it was better if I didn’t know.

I leaned over and took the nipple into my mouth. The heroine’s body jerked, and her chest pushed out towards me. My other hand reached for the other nipple, pinching and twisting. It was a lot of fun, but her breasts weren’t nearly as big as Misty’s chest. It felt like it was lacking her bounciness and grandeur. I quickly started to lose interest.

“Mmm! Mmm!” At this point, she was desperately trying to escape her bindings while saying things, but ignored her thrashing and focused on her body.

I slid my hand down, rubbing between her legs. Her pussy was already wet. Wasn’t this a dirty little heroine? She acted like she didn’t like it, but she was already reacting. Wasn’t she the one who had spoken about how horny she was when they first arrived? At least her body was being honest. She shook her hips as if trying to resist, but the movement made her spread her legs.

My fingers easily slid in, and I began playing around inside. This wasn’t too bad. Her body was reacting positively. Her nipples were erect and her face was flushed. She panting taking rough breaths as her pussy tightened around my fingers. She was enjoying this. I guess even if her mind hated it, her body still loved being played with.

“Ah, ah, ah,” Her moans broke through the gag like music to my ears.

“Haha, I guess you are a horny bitch after all.” I laughed. “If your body is feeling like this, you should have just enjoyed my dungeon.”

I had inserted many ways for them to enjoy themselves in the dungeon. Her eyes went wide at my garbled goblin words, but then she struggled harder, desperately trying to free herself. She looked at me, her eyes full of hate. It was the most passionate gaze I had seen from her, even though she was looking at me like she hated me.

“What’s wrong? Your body is so honest. You should just admit it. You came into my home, and now you are being punished.” I said, reaching my hand up to rub her clit.

Her body started to shake and shutter, and I realized she was cumming. This felt amazing. I had never had this kind of power before.

I had been on countless chatrooms where some feminists said raping was about power. I’d be the guy to respond that it was garbage. Guys were just horny, and when they couldn’t get it freely, they’d push boundaries to get it. It was like music. When music was inconvenient to get as CDs in stores, people downloaded it online all the time. Once it became easy with the download stores, people stopped pirating it and music downloads became a thriving business. With music practically free online, who bothered to download it illegally anymore?

Sex was the same. If there were a subset of women who would happily and conveniently bang men, then rape would be solved overnight! Well, that was my argument, but seeing this pink-haired cunt orgasming under my control, I was starting to reevaluate my argument. I never imagined in a million years I’d have this level of control over a woman, and it was intoxicating. I couldn’t take it any longer. I had to feel her pussy.

“I’m going to put it in now. Don’t worry, I’ll try to be gentle.” I said, grabbing her legs and spreading them.

When she realized what I was doing, she tried to fight, but her body was still weak from just having an orgasm.

I pulled out my small dick and pressed it against her pussy. Her pussy was leaking wet, so I managed to push it in with ease. My dick was small, but I still felt something give way under a single thrust of my dick. She was no longer a virgin.

Her eyes looked like they would pop out of her head as she cried out into her gag, but I was already thrusting away. Even with the tightness of her virgin pussy, it didn’t feel like enough. At the end of the day, my dick couldn’t reach her depths. It felt good, but it wasn’t the satisfaction I wanted. I was getting so frustrated I began slamming my pelvis into hers, but I couldn’t get much deeper.

I felt her pussy contract again. She was cumming for a second time. As soon as her pussy started contracting around me, my balls began pumping cum into her. Her pussy tightened even more as if trying to milk me for all the cum. It wasn’t the amazing sensation I thought it would be. It was more like my cum was just leaking out. When I had been with Misty, her luscious body had brought me over the edge countless times. I was a total virgin then, and so I had no standards.

Now that I had some experience, I found my gobline body was lacking. It wasn’t enough. I couldn’t be satisfied with this. My cock was still hard. It needed to be deeper. It needed more stimulation. It had to feel the fullest, warmest depths. That’s when a memory returned to me. It was back when I had Misty. I had dipped a finger into another hole that she had.

The pink-haired girl was recovering when I suddenly rolled her over. It was time to explore her backdoor. I forced her on all fours. Her hands were behind her, but I found I could keep her body up by holding the end of the rope. Grabbing onto it, I found her asshole with my dick, and then I forced it in. My dick was already sufficiently lubed by her pussy, and so I was able to force it in with a little work.

“Gllmmmm!” She let out a shriek as I went in from behind.

Her ass was the perfect tightness though. She instinctively clenched as I violated her behind, and I could feel that tight brown ring squeezing my shaft. That felt great!

“Oh, this feels way better.” I moaned.

“MMMM! MM!” Her muffled cries rang out as she was fucked from behind.

This was so much better. Now I could feel it. Her body was struggling to get me out, but it only made the experience more pleasurable.

“I’m gonna fill you up now. Take it all in!” I growled.

I could feel the pressure rising, and with a few more thrusts I was ready to explode. Her asshole was that more pleasurable. The pressure built up until finally, it was released. My dick shot hot cum up her ass, and I felt her shuddering under me. Her arms buckled, and she was resting on her face as her ass was still up.

I pumped her full of my cum, and I couldn’t believe how much better her ass was than her pussy. When the last drop of cum was squeezed out of me, I fell back, exhausted. My balls were empty, and my dick was satisfied.

I had cum twice, and the second time was much stronger than the first. I was pretty sure she came too, even though I was pounding her ass. At least, she seemed to have piddled on the floor in a puddle. I wished I had another goblin body. This was too much fun. Well, the night was young, so I could just wait. Fifteen minutes later, I had recovered enough. Rather than her pussy, I went straight for her ass again. When she felt it, she cried out, but I didn’t care. I slapped her ass.

When I slapped her, she jerked slightly, and I could see the print of my hand on her ass. When she jerked, her asshole tightened around my dick. I liked that feeling. I started to wail at her ass.

Smack! Smack!

With each slap, her body shook. Each time it did, her asshole tightened, and I felt my dick getting squeezed. My dick was so hard I thought it would explode.

Smack! Smack!

Every smack on the ass felt great. As I was fucking her, I grabbed her hair and yanked her head up. She was moaning, her eyes looking out like she couldn’t see anything.

“Do you like this?” I asked.

She was so lost in the throes of passion that she nodded, and so I spanked her again. Her ass was getting red.

Smack! Smack!

“That’s right, you fucking whore.” I said, pulling her hair tighter.

Smack! Smack!

“Fuck! I’m cumming.”

With one last pull on her hair and one last slap on the ass, I blew my load. Her entire body shuddered as she came with me, and her ass clamped down like a vice. When the flow ended, and the pressure in my dick had been released, I let her head fall back down.

“Mmm, mmmm.” She moaned as I slowly pulled my dick out of her asshole.

She was panting. Her legs were trembling, and it looked like they couldn’t support her anymore. When she hit the ground, her entire body collapsed, her knees and elbows giving out. She was on her side.

My balls were empty, and my dick was finally starting to soften. I felt amazing. My chest was swelling with pride, and I felt like I had accomplished something. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. I had just taken a girl in both holes and filled her with my cum. Just a short few months ago, if I told my old self I’d be fucking some girl in the ass, I would have called myself a liar. Dreams did come true.

looked down at the girl. She started breathing regularly, and I realized she must have passed out. Thus, I used the chance to get a closer look at her. Her chest and face had accumulated several scratches from the ground as I thrust into her. Her knees looked to be warn red, and her ass shined. She was quite dirty, and no longer the pristine-looking flower she once was, especially with cum leaking out both holes.

“Are you done already?” A voice asked.

I looked up to see Diamond watching me. I wasn’t sure how long ago she had returned and if she had been watching what I did to the girl. For some reason, I was turned on by the thought of her watching it.

“Is it time already?” I asked in disbelief.

“Most adventurers change up guard every two hours.” She explained. “When they wake up they’re going to realize she’s gone. At that point, they will decide if they’re going to continue defeating the dungeon or leave.”

“Leave?” I cried out, taking a step forward. “They can’t leave.”

“Exactly. That’s why we need to… provide some motivation to keep them going.” A dark smile formed on her lips.

“Do we need to kill her?” I asked, looking at the girl occasionally twitching on the floor.

“Did you already develop feelings for her?” Diamond asked, a mocking look in her eyes.

“Not at all!” I cried out defensively.

“Then, you’ll need the points from her death. It will serve us for the next part of this plan.” She came over to me and whispered, and as she did so, my eyes brightened.

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“Crap! Crap! Crap! Crap!” I cursed. “We’re screwed!”

“I find it increasingly depressing that this is the dungeon that ended up taking my life.” Diamond seemed to have recovered from her broken state surprisingly quickly.

 She had appeared next to me and could see roughly the same thing I could see, which was the group of girls preparing to enter my dungeon. They were tightening their armor and sharpening their swords. It all felt rather frightening.  

“Hey! I never asked to be a dungeon, and I certainly didn’t ask to be hunted by a bunch of greedy bitches.” I cursed back and then thought of something. “Wait, you’re a C-rank, right? They’re only an F-rank team. You could defeat them?”

Diamond wasn’t just a low-level heroine. These adventurers should be much weaker than her. None of them should be a strange freak of nature like Misty who has over-the-top sword skills that don’t match her rank at all.

“I could help you.” She responded, checking out her nails dismissively. “What’s in it for me?”

“You…” I glared at her. “If you don’t help me, you’ll die too!”

“I’m already dead!” She responded. “As long as I hide and wait for your death, then I’ll be able to leave this place on my own. I see that as a win.”

“Don’t you have any loyalty at all?” I cried out. “I brought you back to life!”

“You’re the reason I’m dead too.” She shot back, her cheeks turning red as she looked at her body. “You couldn’t even leave my corpse in peace.”

Her body was still standing, a vacant expression on its face. She was naked, and liquids were running down her legs. It was not a flattering look.

“You’re the one who had me raise your corpse,” I stated. “And if you listened to me in the first place, maybe I’d not have to punish you.”

The pair of us glared at each other for a moment. That’s when I felt an alarm in my head. It was the signal that the dungeon had finally been broken through. They were on the first level.

“Tick tock… running out of time.” She put on a dark smile.

“Wh-what do you want?” I mumbled.

“What’s that?” She put her hand to her ear in a mocking gesture.

I shook slightly. “I said, what do you want? T-to protect me?”

“I have two conditions for helping you.” She declared, holding up two fingers. “First, you won’t possess my body again. If you even think of touching my body in any perverted way, I’ll never help you.”

“That’s fine. I agree.”

Who wanted her flat-chest body anyway? As for what happened before, even I was a little worried about that. I was a man. Even if I was a dungeon, my identity as a man remained strong. I wasn’t going to become some futanari hybrid or turn into a cock-obsessed slut. If anything, I’d make women worship my cock. Playing with her body might have been pleasurable, but it had too high a chance of making my mind go weird. I promised myself from then on I wouldn’t inhabit a woman’s body. I felt the same for animals. If it didn’t have two legs and two arms and a dick, I wouldn’t control it. Ah… well, maybe tentacles, or a blob. Of course, the bone dildo is on level four. Also, animal-human hybrids were fine, as long as they walked on two legs. However, that was it. I swore.

“Good, then second. I’ll help you deal with this problem and your Misty problem. Then, I want to leave.”

My eyes flashed. “L-leave?”

“Let me leave the dungeon, is that so difficult? I won’t be your slave. You brought me back to life. I’ll help you with your stupid little problem and then we’ll split ways.”

Although I was a spectator with nobody, I felt my teeth clench. I had spent a lot of points to get her, and she was powerful enough to protect me. Furthermore, she knew about this world far more than I did, and that could always come in handy. Yet, I couldn’t get her help, so it seemed like my only choice was to make such an agreement.

“Fine, I agree.” I held out my hand.

She didn’t take it, and I realized that was because I was a ball of light with no hands. “Then, let’s watch.”

She turned to the screen where a group of four girls were cautiously moving forward in my hallway. They were moving far slower than either Misty or Diamond did. It was like they expected every step to be a trap. They tapped the floor ahead of them with a stick, and every step was performed cautiously like the dungeon was swarming with traps.

I continued to watch as Diamond reentered her body and put her clothing back on. When she was done, she sat down on the floor, looking like she had no intention of stopping them.

“What’s the big idea?” I demanded.

“Eh?” She looked at me while picking at her ear with her pinky.

“Are you going to kill them?”

“That might not even be necessary.” She responded. “These guys are an F-rank team, and not even a good one at that. I’ve heard of these Passion’s Fruit people before. They have a reputation for doing shoddy work. The fact they think they can take a dungeon is laughable.”

“It’s Passion’s Summit!” I responded, coughing awkwardly. “I’m weak right now. My second level doesn’t even have anyone, and with how careful they’re moving, there is no way they’ll fall into a pitfall.”

“Then send the rat king there.” She shrugged, but when I still gave her a look she gave me an irritable look. “Your dungeon is strange and it was even challenging for me to handle. Calling you strictly an F rank is a bit off. Just the fact you have intelligence is enough to consider you a C-rank threat. Besides, I’ll take the role of your boss. If they make it through, isn’t it better to allow them to exhaust themselves through four floors first? You also get to keep any points while they’re in here, right?’

“That’s true!” My eyes brightened.

Her words made far too much sense. I had been too eager to remove the threat, but with Diamond as backup, I had nothing to fear. I now had four fresh bodies in my dungeon, and my points were slowly increasing. An ideal situation would leave them stuck in my dungeon for weeks.

“W-wait… if they are defeated before they arrive, didn’t I agree to your terms for nothing?”

“Do you plan to back out?” her face darkened.

“No! Not at all!” I groveled, moving to kiss her feet, but then remembering that she didn’t want me touching her at all. “I will listen to you. Please step on me!”

“Stop embarrassing yourself, even as a ball of light, you disgust me.” She pulled her foot away with a grossed-out expression.

I let out a slight sigh of regret and then returned to watching the team slowly progress. They had still yet to even reach the first pitfall. I then recalled the rat king and sent it to level 2. Not all bosses were created the same. Some bosses could only be placed in boss rooms. They either couldn’t physically fit or were somehow inhibited if you tried to place them elsewhere. The rather cheap rat king wasn’t much different than a mob in that respect.

“Where are the other rats, anyway?” Diamond asked as she watched the rat king scurry away.

“Hmm? What rats?” I asked.

“Seriously? You have a rat king and no rats?” She broke into laughter.

“Why’s that a problem?” I frowned.

“A rat king has little offensive or defensive ability. The only reason they’re dangerous is because they can control rats. In other words, they’re a control-type mob. With a few hundred rats at their disposal, they can be quite strong. They can cause people to break down and panic in large crowds, and their small sizes make them difficult to deal with. When I saw the rat king, I thought you were hiding the rats as a trump card. Did you buy a rat king without any rats? You are an idiot!”

“Ahh…” I didn’t even know how to respond.

I didn’t know anything about this world. All I had was a list of names and prices. Everything else was guesswork. For example, when I saw a cheaper summon ghost, how could I have predicted I’d be summoning her? As for the rat king, how could I know that his skill was only with rats?

“The rats of this world are normal-sized, right?”

“What do you mean by that? Rats are about… oh… this size.” She held her hands out.

“That’s the size of a big house cat!” I cried out. “What is this, New York?”

“That’s right, rats are the same size as cats, whereas the rat king is about the size of a dog. That’s how you can tell the difference.” She explained. “What is New York?”

“Never mind.” I coughed. “In that case, are there rats in the forest too?”

“There are rats everywhere. Exterminating rats is the most common quest guilds get. Based on the number, it’s a rank F quest, but if they have a rat king, it becomes rank D. Why?”

“I can summon rats for points, but if we could attract rats into the dungeon, could the rat king take them over?” I explained my plan.

She blinked, and then slowly nodded. “If you put out some bait, the rats will show up. A rat king can control any rat. Once they’re under his control, they would become your power. Not bad, that is a cheat. No wonder they consider dungeons with intelligence to be a greater threat not equal to their accumulated mana.”

I preened a bit at her words. Her compliments came far and few between, but I was a positive reinforcement kind of guy. When people criticized me heavily, it made me depressed and more likely to just hide and eat. That was part of the reason I ended up in the basement. My dad had been especially criticizing. He criticized my weight, my lifestyle, and my prospects. I started to hide in the basement more and more until I eventually just stopped leaving.

“A pitfall!” One of the girls cried out.

“Oh… finally. I was starting to think this dungeon was empty.” The leader snorted.

“How are we going to handle this, boss?”

“Just use the bridge.” The leader announced.

The larger of the girls pulled a giant backpack off her bag and opened it up. Nearly the entire inner pocket was filled with a large item. When they finally pulled it out, I realized it was a retractable latter. They brought it out to a full length of about twenty feet, and then carefully laid it on the ground.

“This is…”

“Dungeonco.” Diamond shrugged. “They’re a company that sprang up a few years ago. They sell heroines an assortment of items to face any and every challenge they might encounter in a dungeon. Most of it is a waste. If you have any skill, you can get passed most challenges. Dungeons follow certain rules. They have to be defeatable.”

“Ah, I know… they could jump right over those pitfalls.”

“Dungeonco is mostly junk for those who lack confidence. They have a few decent items, like treasure detectors and dungeon scanners, but even those only work sometimes, especially those treasure detectors. They only find one out of every ten treasures. Like I said, it’s just a money-making scheme. I wouldn’t take anyone who uses their stuff excessively.”

She said that, but the two of us could only watch as the group crawled across the latter on all fours, easily passing the traps before moving on as hesitantly as before. Every girl seemed to have a different device in their hands, and they were keeping their eyes out like vultures. When they reached the trapdoor, that was also overcome with ease. Soon, they reached the stairway leading to the second floor. At that point, they had already taken six hours to pass a space that’d normally take fifteen minutes.

“This dungeon is tough.” One of the girls complained. “So many traps. That last pitfall was even hidden. If we didn’t use the Dungeonco probe stick, we would have fallen to our deaths!”

“Is there another four floors? How is this an F-rank dungeon?”

I found myself speechless at their whining. I had thought they got through the dungeon far too easily, but their complaining made it sound like they had just survived an ordeal. I couldn’t help but glance at Diamond who was laying back with her hands behind her head like none of this had anything to do with her.

“What? It’s the fear of the unknown. If you haven’t trained your senses to detect things automatically, then your only choice is to progress forward with your nerves stretched taut. Normal girls can’t even handle the stress of it, every step could mean a trap aiming for your life. Every moment, a mob could jump out and attack you from some hidden alcove. Getting over panic and fear is what separates F rank from D rank.”

“Oh? Then what separates D rank from C?”

“Skill.” She responded simply.

“I detect enemies on this level.” One of the girls spoke hesitantly. “Just one.”

“Just one? Doesn’t that mean it’ll be a stronger mob?” One of the other girls asked.

“It could just be a goblin or something.” The leader tried to reassure them.

“It could be a goblin, but it could also be an ogre!”

“Will you stop panicking!” The leader snapped. “We’re going back to the first floor. We’ll camp for the night and then tomorrow we’ll tackle the next section.”

“Seriously?” I couldn’t help but cry out.

Don’t get me wrong, I was delighted, but this was a level of caution that bordered on ridiculous. They only did a single floor in a day? Admittedly, they had started around midday and it was near dinner time, but they also retreated up a floor.

“Didn’t I tell you? This is how a party progresses in a dungeon of the same level. No one wants to die in a dungeon, so such a thing is common. They take things slowly, making sure to rest regularly and be ready at any moment for a fight to the death. Only if you’re far higher rank than the dungeon would you act as relaxed as me.”

“What about Misty?”

“Misty is a clumsy idiot.” She made a face. “Don’t confuse my confidence with her dumbness.”

“Okay… okay…” I held up my nonexistent hands in defeat, but Diamond only snorted. “Um… why return to the first floor then?”

They don’t know what mob is on the second floor. They don’t want to be sneak attacked in the night, so they’re aiming for a floor without mobs. Mobs rarely switch floors.”

“It’s not that they can’t,” I spoke up. “However, there are limits. I can’t do anything to a level that currently has someone on it. I can assign mobs to a floor, but if they leave that floor they take a status hit. They’re weaker on any floor that isn’t their assigned space. I can reassign them to a different level, but that costs points. I went ahead and reassigned the rat king to level two since you’re going to act as my level five boss.”

It wasn’t a lot of points to reassign something, just 200, and I had already earned that much and more with this group appearing. Diamond listened to my words consideringly. Although she knew about dungeons as a heroine, she only knew about the other side of things because I explained it to her. Dungeons stores and dungeon points were all a new concept for her, but she grasped their intricacies pretty quickly.

“Can you create another goblin?” She asked.

“Yes, but I can’t put it on floor one. If I put it on floor two, wouldn’t they realize I was intelligent?”

Diamond raised an eyebrow my way. “You even thought of that? Maybe you’re not as dumb as you look.”

Diamond hadn’t said it explicitly, but it seemed like being an intelligent dungeon was dangerous for me. If the guild knew, they might just kill me in principle. These girls were already reluctantly attacking me to cover up their tracks. If I suddenly beefed up level two in response to their appearance, they could reason out I had above the expected intelligence level of a dungeon my rank. They could then justify their report that called me dangerous. At that point, they could leave the dungeon and report me for destruction, and then I’d have no choice but to await annihilation.

“You keep saying I’m dumb, but didn’t you fall for it?” I responded bitterly.

“Shut up, bastard! Don’t forget, it was Misty who defeated me, not you.” She glared. “Anyway, don’t worry about it too much. Just summon a goblin.”

“Why?” I asked.

“Heh, to mess with these sluts.” Her expression turned scary, and I couldn’t help but gulp.

I was supposedly the monster, but wasn’t Diamond even meaner? I still summoned a goblin, who made nonsense babel and then started to pace back and forth. It seemed to ignore Diamond completely. She nodded and then slipped away. I watched as she headed up to the first floor, but when she got to the stairway, she quietly hid herself.

Meanwhile, the four girls set a small campfire and pulled out small pouches. They boiled the pouches in water. Each girl got a pouch and a small spoon, and when they opened them, steam and a unique fragrance came out. They were this world’s version of an MRE, dungeon rations.

“Do think we’ll find any treasure in here?” One of the girls asked as she ate her stew from her pouch.

“I hope so.” Another answered.

The girls chatted and gossiped for about an hour. It was all rather boring, and even as a dungeon that couldn’t sleep, I found myself struggling to keep my eyes open. Finally, the girls found their bedding, but one girl remained awake to watch. It wasn’t the leader, but a girl who would be very mid if it wasn’t for her pink hair and eyes. Her body wasn’t particularly fit, and her chest wasn’t particularly large. She was certainly not a beauty like Misty, and she didn’t even have the cuteness that Diamond could have when she wasn’t glaring. She held a large staff in one hand and a lantern in the other and she looked out into the darkness while holding up both.

A half-hour passed, and I wondered how Diamond could stay still for so long. When she finally started moving, I very nearly jumped out of my spectator mode. Silently climbing the stairway, she reached out and grabbed a pebble along the way.

Tic. Tit. Tut. The pebble bounced behind the woman guarding. She spun around instinctively.

“Who’s there?” She hissed.

Misty pounced, striking the woman in the back of the head while covering her mouth. The woman was instantly rendered unconscious. Barely a sound was made. She then pulled the woman down the stairway. Had one of the other women been awake, it’d have looked like some dark harbinger emerged from the darkness and pulled one of the girls back into hell.

She pulled some rope from her storage ring and then hog tied the girl. She then brought her back down to the boss’s room, dropping her on the floor in front of me. She gave me a grin that seemed filled with malice.

“What are you doing?” I asked, feeling a bit worried to see one of them so close to my home. “Why didn’t you kill them while they’re asleep?”

She made an annoyed huff. “Do I have to spell everything out for you? They’re worth more points alive. We can kill them whenever we want, so why not fuck with them first? The others will be panicked when they wake up in the morning, meanwhile…”

“What do we do with her?” I asked.

“Stop acting dense.” She rolled her eyes. “Misty already told me anyway. You stripped her clothing off right? I know you touched her.”

“Th-that! You can’t be serious.”

“Don’t give me such a shocked look. I saw how perverted you were before. I’m doing you a favor. You got a goblin on standby, so why don’t you have your fill?”

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“So, that about sums it up. I have 7,320 points and counting. I have to find some way to protect my dungeon from explorers, but I need more points as well.” I explained everything to Diamond, who sat there quietly and listened.

For a brief time, I had managed to get 19,000 points, however, after an Elixir, a ghost, and a Summon Dead, and only a few weeks of recovery time, I was at a very limited number of points. I needed to know what I could do to survive. I waited in silence for Diamond to speak, but she remained quiet.

“Anyway… I was just looking for an assistant to clean things up. Since I have you though, I thought you might have a greater understanding of this world, and more specifically, Misty. If you could just let me know her secrets, I could exploit… ahem… I mean, I could properly counter them.”

She continued to silently stare at me.

“To be honest, I probably need a body. It’s nice you can think independently and I won’t need to control you for chores. That’s tiresome. However, I may need to borrow your body-”

“No.”

“I see…”

“Look, perverted bastard, I would have killed Misty in the first place if you didn’t get me killed.” She put her legs up, and condescending look on her face.

“You, um… also would have killed me immediately after.”

“Don’t change the subject. As far as I’m concerned, you owe me this life. My life as a human is already gone. I might as well try my luck over in the Ember realm. At least, undead and other monsters aren’t hunted down over there. I hear there are even entire cities that let us live peacefully. Oh, and by the way, when the guild finds out you killed me, a C-rank adventurer, they’ll increase your rank to C, making even more difficult bosses come.”

“I didn’t kill you! Misty did!”

“Oh?” She leaned forward with a mocking expression. “You think she’ll admit to that? If she tells the guild you killed me and gets your rank increased, that means more money for her when she ultimately kills you.”

“You have to help me!” My voice sounded more pleading than I wanted.

“The only reason I haven’t left is because every time I try to leave some barrier blocks me. As far as doing what you ask, I refuse!”

“If I die, you’ll die too!”

“Not necessarily. Monsters are attached to the dungeon that summons them. When you summoned me as a ghost, I was bound to follow you. However, my undead body was resurrected using a spell that I cast myself. The raised undead spell wasn’t cast by you, and the scroll the spell was on was a one-use item, more like a treasured item than a dungeon monster. In other words, inside my body, I am my own Master. Once you die, I’ll be freed from your dungeon servitude and can freely go. All I have to do is sit back and wait for someone else to do the job.”

“Y-you tricked me!”

“You’re a dungeon. Why would I care about you at all?” She laughed disdainfully.

“You’re a monster now. All monsters should stick together, right?”

“Hah! What a joke. I’ll let you know I’m the same person I’ve always been. If I see a monster, I’ll kill a monster. Being one doesn’t change anything. I’d even destroy you if my body allowed it.”

“You bitch… wait… allowance! That’s right, your body doesn’t allow you to attack me or leave. In that case, I do have some control over you.”

“Oi, don’t get any weird ideas.”

“I just have one! Charge!” I was in spectator mode, so I didn’t hesitate to slam into her body.

When I had previously slammed into her ghost form, we merely bounced off of each other. However, if there were certain restrictions she had, even in her own body, and was waiting for my death so that these restrictions were lifted, that gave me an idea.

“Huh… ah! My voice…” I touched my neck, realizing I had a neck.

My voice was pitchy, and I felt a bit chilly. I reached down and felt armor.

“Y-you…” A transparent Diamond was glaring at me.

“I’m in your body!” My hands touched my short hair.

“Get out!” She slammed into me but bounced off just like when she attacked me.

“Hah! I knew it! My soul takes precedence over yours when it comes to controlling bodies.

“Give me my body back, you perverted bastard!” She cried out, trying and failing to attack me several times.

Every time she lunged at me, a barrier threw her back. While I could knock her out of this body, I ultimately had dominion within my dungeon. Feeling her body for the first time, I was surprised all of my senses returned. She was undead, so I wouldn’t have been surprised if I could feel nothing, but all of the senses appeared to remain. My fingers also touched her neck. She had a choker hiding the scar, but it didn’t feel painful or loose or anything. It just felt like she had a scar on her neck that happened to go around the entire thing.

Naturally, this was the first human body I had been in since reincarnating, and her body was also thin and energetic. More importantly, this was the body of a girl. Even better it was the body of this bitchy Diamond, and I was feeling like some payback was in order. A dark expression appeared on my face, and I could see Diamond’s worried look. With an ugly grin, I began to strip.

“Wh-what are you doing?” Diamond cried out.

“Hehe… what’s it look like?” I responded. “This body is one of my prizes. I’m just going to check it out.”

“Pervert! Bastard! Fucker!” She threw as many curses at me as she could, even throwing her ghostly body helplessly against me.

Unfortunately, she had nothing she could do. Even if she wanted to possess something else, all she had was the disembodied hands or the gelatinous cube. There was nothing that could affect me here in the treasure room behind the boss room where my core was stored. It was a mostly empty room. It wasn’t the ugly rock of most of the dungeon, but smooth tile and walls. Other halls could be updated into a variety of appearances, but that cost more money and it served a purely decorative purpose so I saw no reason to do it.

Only the room I was born in had this nicer décor. It was also the only room that could be moved after it was built. It could be sunk a level every time I connected stairways to it. This meant I had to finish the level under it while planning its location with the stairway above. Only once everything was properly laid out could I lower the level? Was it any surprise my first few levels were all so simple?

I barely understood how to get the armor off and it took longer than I expected, but with determination, I was able to toss it on the floor, all while Diamond cursed at me. For some reason, her curses only excited me more. After all, I had already seen her naked, and her body held little appeal to me. She was of proper age. The guild didn’t allow women under seventeen to join, and she was nineteen to already be a D rank. Yet, flat chests and small bodies didn’t give a guy anything to grab onto.

Yet, when it came time to take off the clothing, I suddenly felt a bit sheepish. I couldn’t help but step in front of the mirror. The mirror was the only other thing in this room. It was the first purchase I had made after waking up in this world before I figured out spectator mode. I wanted to see what I looked like, so I placed a mirror around myself. It was only when I suddenly moved away from my locked spot in the middle of the room, I realized I could extend my senses in a variety of ways. Now, I could see Diamond’s short orange hair and eyes, a slight blush on her face.

“What are you looking at, creep?” She shouted angrily.

I bit my lip, and the girl in the mirror bit her lip in the same way. It was actually kind of cute. Diamond wasn’t exactly an ugly girl. She always had nasty expressions on her face, like the one she was wearing now, but when she wasn’t wearing those expressions, she was kind of cute. I couldn’t help the temptation, and my hand went to my breasts.

“Barely anything…” I sighed.

There was a bit of fleshy softness. As an obese guy, I had bigger tits than hers, but these weren’t a result of being overweight. Rather, they had a slightly different softness to them that felt rather pleasing to my fingers.

“Wh-what are you doing?” She cried in horror as I groped her flat chest in front of the mirror.

“Even if this has no charm, what about that!” I reached into my pants and gasped when my fingers passed over pubic hair and found a certain pair of lips.

My body tingled in excitement as I realized Diamond, or I should say myself, was getting wet. All of her senses continued to work, including those.

“Stop! Stop touching me! Stop wearing such a gross expression!” She desperately battered against the barrier like her life depended on it.

However, how could I stop having obtained a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity? My clothes fell to the floor, and I started to examine my pussy in the mirror. It was pink and puffy. There was a fleshy hood with covered the clit. When I spread her lips, the hole seemed to pulsate slightly, the glans trying to pull back to protect the warm, moist tissue inside. My fingers worked their way across the smooth, plump surface, causing it to moisten like it was filled with water.

The more I played with it, the more enamored I became. I wasn’t even listening to her shouting protests, and I wasn’t even looking at the mirror. I was bent over, checking it out directly with my eyes. It had a light smell, different than Misty, a bit sharper, a bit sweeter. Misty had a musky, deep sent, while this was more light and fresh, although part of that might be because I was limited in how close I could get my nose into my cunt.

As I played with it, my arousal increased. I found myself falling on my butt and spreading my legs wide in front of the mirror. The girl in the mirror was doing the same thing. Her face was flushed and she had a horny look on her face. I knew it was my current expression, but it only turned me on even more.

I began rubbing my pussy, up and down. The feeling of pleasure increased. I started rubbing harder. Her moans were sweet to my ears. No, those were my moans. I was getting aroused by my moaning. It was kind of fucked up, but I didn’t even care anymore. I spread her lips so I could rub the clitoris. I could see the girl in the mirror do the same thing. I wanted to make her cum. I wanted to cum badly. I was playing with my clitoris like crazy. She was playing with her clitoris like crazy. We were both making the most embarrassing faces.

Her hips thrust up, and the first spasm of her climax shot through her. A clear liquid sprayed out of her pussy, hitting the mirror and the floor. Her pussy was spasming wildly, as her orgasm rocked her. Her body trembled with pleasure. I had erupted before I realized it. It was the greatest climax ever.

But it didn’t end. After a brief period of respite, the waves of pleasure resumed. It was like being struck by lightning again and again. I couldn’t think straight, and my vision was hazy. Normally, it was just like an eruption. I exploded and then my dick softened and I no longer wanted it. Her body seemed to only be craving more. It was like one orgasm made her want another. When I was a goblin, my horniness forced me to blow through one guy after another, but inside this girl, it was like I could take my horniness to the end.

Once the first orgasm passed, it was like this body was even hornier. It was like a fish needing water. She had masturbated, fulfilling a need this body had for so long. My fingers were still rubbing her pussy. At some point, they found their way inside her hole. They started moving back and forth in the hole, and I could feel her muscles contracting around them. I could feel myself squeezing the fingers, almost trying to suck them deeper. She was moaning and screaming. I was moaning and screaming. It felt so good, and I couldn’t stop.

I had never done this, so I didn’t know how to control her body while climaxing. Her pussy was squirting clear juice over and over again. I was sure I was peeing too, but I couldn’t stop. It felt too good. Her legs were trembling, and she was making an embarrassing face, but the waves of pleasure were forcing her to keep going. My fingers were covered in pussy juice, but that only turned me on.

She was cumming over and over. She was going crazy. This was a new experience. This was the greatest sexual act of her life. If she was going to go insane, then she was going to do it by going completely mad with sex.

It was only after I didn’t know how many times that I realized that Diamond had stopped cursing me. My mind regained a bit of my sanity and I looked around to see her in the corner. She was sitting there with her head in her lap, and I could hear a quiet sobbing. Looking at the me in the mirror and the mess I made, I suddenly felt a bit bad. Had I gone a bit overboard?

My body was still shuddering in pleasure, but I forced myself to get up. I left her body, and the undead creature went limp. She stared expressionlessly forward, although her insides were still contracting a bit, causing there to be a twitch followed by a little bit of liquid leaking out. In my spectator mode, I approached Diamond, just about to offer her the body back. However, that’s when I felt something at the front of the cave. I moved my focus there.

“I’m surprised this place is still standing.” A girl spoke up.

“You’re right, they didn’t send a C rank to wipe it out yet.”

“I don’t know what they’re doing, but if a C-ranker reveals we lied about it before, then we could lose our adventure status.” The lead girl spoke up.

“Is it that serious?”

“Do you want to risk it?” She asked angrily.

“N-no…”

“If our Passion’s Summit is going to continue to thrive, then our only chance is to destroy the evidence! This dungeon must die!”

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Perhaps there were other options. I could have added more levels to my dungeon, but it appeared that after five floors, the cost of each additional level went up. There was a reason there was an apparent cut-off at five floors between a D-rank and an F-rank dungeon. The sixth floor and on would cost 10,000 points each. It was a fold more expensive. I imagined after ten floors, there would be a similar jump. That meant that prices weren’t standard, and things could get pricier the more of them you got.

There was no point in replacing the goblins right now. It would cost me two thousand points, and if Misty came back, then she would cut through them just as easily the second time. I had a feeling that despite her clumsiness, she never fell for the same trick twice. It was only because of her extreme inexperience that she succumbed to my dungeon the first three times.

That meant that the only way to fight her was to change my dungeon. Dungeons weren’t quite as easy to change as they were in the games. Like a real building, once you build something, it couldn’t be unbuilt easily. I couldn’t just, for example, swap out my puzzle rooms, or add one on the 1^st floor in between the hallways I already built. I could add mobs to a floor, and I could add treasure chests, but I couldn’t add or remove pitfalls. I couldn’t rearrange hallways either.

The best I could do was add a few surface-level traps, but the ones powerful enough to stop Misty would more than likely also kill her. I didn’t spend so many points keeping her alive just so she could die to some other trap.

As for remaking a floor, I could add intersections and have a path offshoot from the main path, but it ultimately still needed to connect with the stairway leading down to the second floor, which was also set and couldn’t be moved.  If I did send a hallway out and then connect it again, I could demolish the original hallway once I had a new path. However, the dungeon charged a “removal fee” which cost twice the amount it originally cost to put the hallway there.

Ultimately, after considering all of my options, it seemed like the best way to prepare was to strengthen the boss room. I had to create a boss that Misty could not defeat. Once my boss defeated her, I could take control of it and prevent it from giving her a killing blow. That was the only option I could think of where I could be assured she wouldn’t accidently die. Why was I going to such an extent to keep her alive? Even I didn’t know the answer to that question. I just knew that I couldn’t let the woman who took so many of my firsts die. I didn’t have many scruples as a man, but this turned out to be one of them.

“Yeah, but before worrying about stopping her… what about this?”

I looked down to see the headless corpse of the girl named Diamond. Her body was cold now, her head still stuck in an expression of horror. She had been stripped of all of her armor and was naked. I wasn’t aroused though. Her small titless body wasn’t to my taste, and there was also the fact that she was dead. I wasn’t some crazy necrophiliac!

The real problem was that I didn’t have a helping hand. I had no one to get rid of her for me. I had already suffered from a lack of help just bringing her down to my lair behind the boss room using the rat.

 At the moment, the only things in my dungeon I could possess were the wall of hands, the gelatinous cube, the evil bone, and the rat king. I supposed I could toss her in the gelatinous tube and let her dissolve her, or have the rat king eat her, but both things made me feel a bit nauseous.

 I decided that I needed to summon an assistant. I didn’t want it to be a goblin though. Not only were goblins dumb with poor teeth that made it difficult to speak properly, but they were also short and weak. I wanted someone that could do a lot of tasks. I wanted it to be able to move around the dungeon easily, fight if necessary, cast spells, and do manual labor. I also wanted it to be dirt cheap. I still had to worry about stopping Misty, after all.

“Ghost.” My eyes landed on one of the cheaper options. 

Ghost was only five hundred dungeon points. That was pretty cheap! It was strange because I swore that the ghost was five thousand dungeon points when I looked before, but I checked several times and it said five hundred points. I was just about to buy it, but then I hesitated. Could a ghost even touch things? Could it cast spells? Could it fight? Eh, screw it. For five hundred points, I could try it out.

Unfortunately, every creature was a gamble. The one thing the dungeon store did not have were pictures or descriptions. All I had was a name and a price and the rest was left for me to experiment. Even the price didn’t appear to be written in stone. In this case, since the dungeon store was giving me a ninety percent discount, I’d indulge them a bit.

“Rise… Ghost! Do my bidding!”

I didn’t need to do that. I had already bought the thing and it would just appear in my room until I assigned it orders.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” A voice came from right next to me, causing me to jump slightly.

I looked over to my side, and there was a familiar girl. It was the orange-haired Diamond. However, this orange headed girl was partially transparent and floating. Meanwhile, the real Diamond was a headless corpse lying on the ground.

“Ummm…”

She turned and jumped. “Who the fuck are you? Where the fuck am I? Is this the dungeon? That’s right, that fucking bitch killed me!”

“You’re alive?” I asked and then shook my head. “No, your body is already cold… wait, you’re my ghost?”

“I’m not anyone’s shit!” She snarled, making an obscene gesture at me. “I’m getting out here!”

She turned and fled toward the door, but as soon as she reached it, a barrier of light appeared, pushing her back.

“That’s why it was on discount,” I spoke in realization.

The dungeon store seemed to base prices on availability. If I were to summon a ghost from the nether, it really would cost five thousand points. However, since I had a recently deceased human, her lingering spirit was easier to claim. I had been looking to dispose of her body cleanly, but this was completely unexpected.

“Diamond, you’re dead and a ghost, and you now serve me, the dungeon you died in.”

“How do you know my name? No, Fuck that, why are you talking. Wait? Serve you? Fuck you! I ain’t serving no lame F-ranked dungeon.” She declared in a barrage of words. “Why did you make such a perverted dungeon anyway? Are you a creep? All I see is a talking orb floating next to me… I know, I’ll destroy you!”

She suddenly turned and attacked me. I let out a cry, wincing in my mind as she struck me. However, just like with the room, she rebounded back. When I saw she couldn’t hurt me, I coughed and firmed up my voice to hide my previous fear.

“You are my servant now. You must obey me. If you don’t… I’ll just take control of you.”

“Go fuck yourself.” She stubbornly cried out.

“That’s it!” I entered spectator mode and tried to enter her body.

However, instead of merging with the ghost monster, I felt like I slammed into a wall.

“Ow! What the hell? Why did you shoot a light out at me?” She demanded.

I tried to enter her again but collided with the wall again. “I can’t enter your body…”

“Fuck! If I’m a ghost, it means I have no physical body.” She declared, glaring at me disdainfully. “I can only be affected my magic and soul items. Otherwise, I can’t interact with the world.”

“Seriously? You can’t touch anything? How about spell scrolls?” Wasn’t she just as useless as my spectator mode?

“I can cast them, but only if someone else opens them for me.”

“Fuck!”

“Are you a dungeon core?” she asked, to which I nodded. “You know I can’t see you nodding, right?”

“I… wasn’t nodding… I am a dungeon core though. Cough.”

“What fucking gives? Dungeon cores like you should move on instinct. You shouldn’t be able to talk until you’re C-rank at least, and even they have the intelligence of a toddler.”

“That’s on a need-to-know basis, and you don’t need to know.” I shot back. “What you do need to know is that you’re now my servant.”

“I’m dead, I can’t do shit without my body. Give me my body back and maybe we can work something out.”

“Your body? It’s dead.” I looked at the corpse on the floor.

“No shit, idiot. I mean, bring my body back with Reanimate Corpse. Souls can inhabit magical objects that lack a soul, so if you animate my corpse, I can directly control it. We both get what we want.”

“Reanimate Corpse costs 5,000 points. It’s expensive! Couldn’t you inhabit some cheaper mob? I’ll just make a goblin.”

My original issue with a goblin assistant is that I would need to control it myself. I didn’t care as much if it was Diamond having to deal with a short, ugly creature with a small dick.

“Huh? Points? Wait, you’re just being a cheapskate! You better bring my body back. I’m not going to walk around in some goblin body.”

“And you’ll serve me loyally if I get you your body?”

“Yeah, sure, whatever.” She responded, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Fine, you’re lucky your brain wasn’t crushed or even Reanimate Corpse wouldn’t save you.” I purchased the scroll, even though it felt painful. “Here!”

“…”

“Uhhh…” I handed her the scroll, but it went through her hand and bounced on the floor.  

“I said I can’t touch physical objects!”

“Right.” I coughed. “In that case… to level four.”

My little rat king dragged her corpse back up to the fourth floor. Daimond no longer had trouble leaving the room behind the boss room where my core was hidden. She watched the rat king dragging her corpse up a flight of stairs. It was a lot more difficult than when he brought it down. When it finished with her body, it came back with her decapitated head held by the hair. Diamond’s expression turned to disgust.

“Be careful! My brain is in there!” she shouted when the rat king dropped her head on the ground with a thud.

The rat king let out a squeak and then ran back out of sight. He was a cowardly boss. I used the wall of hands to open up the scroll for her, and finally, she read the incantation from the scroll. It exploded with a flash and then turned to ash. A few moments later, the head flew back onto the body, and then the body slowly stood back up. She had a dead-eyed look, a little bit of drool running out of her mouth.

“About time!” Diamond declared, flying right into her body.

Its movements suddenly perked up, and it touched its body, letting out a sigh.

“Feels normal again. Thankfully, you didn’t wait too long or decomposition would have set in. Like this, I still feel like I’m alive. Wait! Why am I naked! You pervert!”

I sighed. “I wasn’t planning on you being still alive. You still have your storage ring on your finger.”

“Hmph… that’s the only reason I don’t kill you.” She made a set of clothing appear and started dressing. “Are you going to keep watching, perve?”

I spun around, only to realize I was a ball and I could see her no matter what. How did she even know I was looking? I just wanted to know if the carpets matched the drapes like they did with Misty. It turned out they did. I also noticed their hair matched their eye color too. Was that also a feature of this world?

She finished dressing. She looked a little paler than before, but I would have had no clue she was dead if I hadn’t seen her headless corpse myself.

“I’m surprised you can speak after losing your head,” I commented.

“Undead can heal quickly. As soon as my head returned, it reattached automatically.” She lifted her neck, showing a scar along her neck before wrapping a choker around it to hide the mark. “I’ve battled a few undead, never one with a soul controlling it, but the undead are quite difficult to deal with if you don’t have a cleric with you. Done.”

She seemed to be satisfied with her appearance after looking in a mirror she summoned from her ring.

“Alright, fine, I fulfilled my part of the bargain. Now, you’re my servant.”

“Fuck that… I’m leaving.” She put her mirror away and then turned and started walking toward the door.

I watched as she walked off with my mouth open. Weren’t servants supposed to be loyal? Thankfully, I didn’t need to do anything. When she reached the exit, just like before, her body was repelled by a barrier of light. She let out an annoyed growl.

“You work for me. If you serve me well, I will free you eventually.”

She paused from her next attempt to exit. “You’ll let me leave?”

“I don’t even want you here now.” I declared. “I only resurrected you because I wanted some help.”

She crossed her arms in front of her nonexistent chest once again. “What information?”

“Let’s start at the beginning. Where are we?”

I proceeded to ask her an assortment of questions which she answered to the best of her ability. It turned out we lived in a world called Fallen Shadow, and the country we were located in was Argent. We lived about a day’s walk from a city called Brail where a C-rank dungeon existed. Dungeons came in difficulties from F-S, matching the ranks in the adventure’s guild.

An unknown amount of time ago, a portal opened to a place called the Ember realm. This was a realm of devils and demons. The demon king began an invasion against Fallen Shadow. To survive, the countries sent man after man to war. Although she didn’t know much about the start of the war, she knew that countless men died pushing the demons back through the portal. As the men fought, women assumed increasingly more positions of power.

Eventually, the war brought countless profits back through the gate as the ember realm had many rare resources, but perhaps the biggest was a substance called ember. When used on humans, it extended their age, youth, and beauty. The greedy ruling class of women passed laws demanding men of all ages join the army to fight demons and devils to extract more ember. The demon king naturally fought back, destroying these mines.

It got to the point where every child over ten and man under ninety was gathered into one last stand. The final coalition was sent to the Ember realm with the task of killing the demon king, ending the battle once and for all. The army went in, but they were never heard from again. That battle was five years ago.

The opening of the portal also seemed to change Fallen shadow, leading to the appearance of dungeons. As dungeons spread, it became up to women to create the adventurer’s guild to keep them under control. Women who entered these dungeons became known as heroines, a name selected to encourage them to risk their lives. Over time, more and more women became heroines, and dungeon exploration became a major business.

Eventually, a powerful S-class heroine party entered the ember realm and then returned with the demon king’s head. Although they had fought countless battles, they never found the men. The war ended, and it was then realized that there were almost no men left alive, even among the old and young. Afterward, all the ember mines dried up, and ember has slowly become harder and harder to get.

Only two years ago, strenuous breeding programs were introduced. All the living men were gathered up and put under lock and key. All of the governments declared that only S-class heroines were permitted to breed with the males so that only the strongest genes were passed on to the next generation.

This was a controversial decision, not the least of which because every country only had a couple of S-class heroines. The vast majority of the women were left to a male-less society. They had to fight for themselves and their survival. Women could be pretty brutal to each other, and living in the current era as a woman wasn’t easy. At least, that was the story as explained by Diamond. Many women became heroines, since it paid quite a bit and allowed them to become strong enough to protect themselves from other women.

“Thanks, that clears up a lot, thank you,” I said when she finished.

“Alright, can I go then?”

“What? I still need your help!”

“About what? I answered your questions.” She complained.

“About Misty,” I responded, causing her expression to darken. “I want to know how to deal with her.”

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