Take Up the Cross:
Chapter 182: Become Your Sun ~ Part 1 ☆
Shine, Ave! Shine! Orgasm brightly!
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Take Up the Cross:
Chapter 182: Become Your Sun ~ Part 1 ☆
Shine, Ave! Shine! Orgasm brightly!
If the post doesn’t work or something happens, use alternate hosting.
Decided to start releasing this on MSB too. Just some stories fit this website, and some people don’t go to mine. It should be noted I will remain further along in both locked and free chapters on my site, and also I won’t post images here, so if you want the latest releases and images, come to my site. Also, I know ToC leads to my website. I don’t feel like maintaining a ToC on MSB which would have to be updated after ever post, so if you want to skip to further chapters and are determined not to do it on the author’s actual site, the URL ain’t that complicated. Just write the chapter number in the url. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy and thank you for reading.
It may seem hard to believe, but I used to be the cool kid. At least, I saw myself as fairly popular at school. I had a best friend, a popular girl I was fairly sure was into me, and a core group of buddies I would hang out with and joke with.
My home life wasn’t perfect. My dad passed away when I was young and my stepdad had come along a few years later. Some kids are standoffish around their new dad, but my stepdad and I got along fairly well. He brought along an older sister, whom I got along well enough with too. I encouraged mom to marry my stepdad, and at their wedding, they made me one of the groomsmen even though I was barely in my teens. That’s how well we got along.
Then, one day, everything changed. It was a few months after they got married, and it was completely my fault. I was just starting to get used to my sexuality, and suddenly having a girl only two years older than me move into my family home felt odd. I wasn’t used to worrying about doing things like locking doors and maintaining privacy.
I suppose it all started at school. Three girls had suddenly gotten pregnant in my middle school. I grew up in a small country town, and for three out of the two hundred students to suddenly get pregnant, this became a giant phenomenon. It turned out the girls had made a pregnancy packed, all doing it to try to get back at their fathers. Rumors floated around about who the fathers were. Even my name was thrown around, although I don’t think tests were ever done.
As typical for a small town, the three girls went away for a while, and when they returned they were no longer pregnant. Their once outgoing personalities had become extremely refined. They kept their eyes down, barely talked, and went through school almost like ghosts. Since then, all but one of them moved away, not able to deal with the shame, teasing, and looks they got daily. The last was taken out and homeschooled. No one ever talked about it after that, and I don’t know if the babies were born and raised by family or something else.
Around this time was our school’s mandatory sex education as part of our health class. Yet, because of the pregnancies, the administration was terrified to teach us about sex. Everything was spoken in strange euphemisms. It didn’t help that we were in 8th grade and doing as 8th graders did, we tried to make the teachers as uncomfortable as possible. Boys would ask impolite questions intending to make their teachers blush, and girls would spread rumors about students hooking up. In the end, the sex education lessons were shut down with a strong emphasis on celibacy.
Unfortunately, I was a fourteen-year-old boy just starting puberty, and I suddenly found myself near a sixteen-year-old girl. I never had any interest in my sister, but my sister’s best friend was hot, and she would come over during the previous summer while wearing a swimsuit so she could jump in our pool. My mom was very traditional, and my sister had to wear a full one-piece, but her friend wore a bikini that showed a lot of skin.
I should also add that my mom was very strict. We weren’t allowed to have phones or access the internet. The only internet usage I got was at school, and that was usually limited. I had never seen a naked woman before, nor talked much about dirty things. The guys sometimes made jokes and I laughed along like I understood what they were talking about, but I had been depending on that sexual education to learn, and instead, I got my stepsister’s friend in a bikini.
One day, shortly after sex education was shut down and the 8th-grade year was in full swing, I got home early from basketball practice. As I was walking to my room, I noticed a picture on the floor outside my sister’s room. It was clear she had dropped it by accident. When I looked at it, my body immediately reacted. It was my sister and her friend. They were both in swimsuits. It was a picture from the previous summer. They had their arms over each other and they laughed, their bodies dripping wet after a dip in the pool. In particular, my sister’s friend was leaning forward in a manner that showed a lot of cleavage.
I had never done anything before, but I had hit a breaking point that day. I knew I was in the wrong, but I snatched the photo and then ran to the bathroom. For the first time in my life, I pulled my dick out for something other than peeing. As I touched myself, it started to grow hard. I had bent the photo in half, cutting my step-sister out. My focus was on her friend and her nice cleavage.
I didn’t know how long I sat there staring at the image and touching myself, but I must have blanked out because I didn’t hear anyone coming home. The next thing I knew, the bathroom door I had forgotten to lock burst open and my stepdad was looking in. I was so startled that I dropped the picture. It floated over and landed open at my father’s feet. My dick was in my hand, and I had been seemingly doing it to a picture of my dad’s daughter.
His eyes widened. I could never forget the shock and horror on his face as he looked at me. Then, he turned around and left, closing the door quickly. He didn’t even snatch the picture back up. I felt so bad. I felt like I had betrayed his trust. Plus, I had been doing something I shouldn’t have. As I result, I swore I’d never touch myself again. It wasn’t always easy, but I didn’t want to show something unsightly again.
My relationship with my stepdad changed that day. He became cold to me. He never looked me in the eye. He also became wary of me whenever his stepdaughter was around. He’d eye me suspiciously, and deep down I knew he had every right. It was the biggest mistake I ever made, but regrettably, that was only the beginning.
I was already stressed and embarrassed over what had happened with my stepfather, but I mostly kept it all down and ignored it at school. It was getting to the point where the popular girl was letting out a lot of signs I should ask her out, but because of my shame at home, I kept holding it off.
Then, the fateful day when my school life fell apart came. It was a fairly normal day, except that our gym class which was normally in the afternoon had to meet in the mornings. Our normal gym teacher was sick that day, so they asked the high school gym teacher to fill in. I can’t stress enough how this was a small town where these kinds of things happened. The gym teacher, a guy named Mr. Rex, was someone I knew. He had been my coach for basketball as well, and a lot of people liked him. He was a cool guy. A lot of the high school girls had a crush on him, and there were even rumors he might be dating one of the teachers.
Mr. Rex was tough but fair, and by the end of the gym session, the boys were all covered in sweat. He told us to hit the showers. I had never done that before. The middle school didn’t have a shower room, but the two schools were connected with a division between the upper and middle students. He sent us to the high school to shower. I had never been there before. Since my activities were at the end of the day, I usually just went home and cleaned up there. However, it was the morning and we had a day full of classes, and none of the guys wanted to be the smelly, sweaty one.
As everyone stripped and jumped into the shower, I became to feel my shame creeping in again. I didn’t know why, but I just wasn’t comfortable being naked around the other guys. It had never been an issue before. It wasn’t like I had never been at a sleepover, but I was always able to change quietly in a corner and it wasn’t like anything would be seen. The guys were already roughhousing in the shower, and I quietly wrapped a towel around my hips and put on shower sandals.
Since I wasn’t making a ruckus, the guys hadn’t noticed me at first, I quickly rinsed my body up and was just about to escape when my best friend must have realized I was being rather quiet and avoiding everyone else.
“Hey, Lucas, what are you doing?” He asked his hands on hips proudly.
I was deliberately avoiding looking their way. I didn’t know exactly why. Was I thinking that if I looked it was permitting them to look? I just remembered touching myself and being seen by my stepdad and then how cold he became, and I just tried to walk out of the room quickly.
“What’s with the towel?” One of the guys asked.
“Are you embarrassed about something?” My friend asked.
I couldn’t help but stiffen. Those were the worst words that could be spoken in front of a group of middle school boys. They were all looking my way now, and I could feel my back burning from their eyes. I didn’t want to respond. I was thinking to myself that if I could just escape to the locker room, then everything would be fine.
“I bet he has a small penis…” One of the guys laughed.
The others started laughing too. I didn’t think my penis was all that small. I didn’t know how large it was. I had tried to measure it a few months prior, but the ruler wasn’t long enough. It was a little more than 12 inches. I had tried to ask the sex ed teacher about it back then, but he had gotten angry at me, telling me not to mess around and all the other students had giggled and laughed as they had been doing through the entire thing.
The result was that I had never gotten the answer I was looking for. I reckoned that I was a bit on the large size. After all, there were all those jokes about “foot-longs”. That led me to believe that a foot was average, more was above and less was below. To me, a small dick guy was someone with six inches. I couldn’t even imagine having such a small dick.
I didn’t know what was going through my head, but I responded angrily. “I bet I’m larger than you!”
It was just the dumb things a kid says. There were oo’s and ah’s and the guys laughed. I turned and left the shower, relieved that I was over the ordeal. That was until one of the guys I had said had a small dick snuck over and ripped my towel off. The guys were all waiting as he did it, and when I saw the look on their faces, I’d never forget it.
It wasn’t too different from the look on my stepdad’s face. Shock… and then coldness. I would have been happier if they had pointed and laughed. Instead, they all grew silent. There wasn’t even a single smile. They put on their clothing as if nothing happened, and I hid in the corner and finished changing as well.
Since they didn’t say anything, I had hoped that nothing changed. However, my hope was unfounded. The guys immediately started distancing themselves from me. Whenever I walked to them, they would become silent and stare at me until I left. This continued through the rest of 8th grade. Their coldness seemed to permeate over to the girls as well. At first, I was still friends with a lot of girls, but one by one, they would all start coming up with reasons to avoid me.
However, it was when the popular girl, my school crush, ended up dating my best friend that I started to feel abandoned. At that point, he still grudgingly talked to me, but when I found out he asked her out and she said yes, I grew angry. We ended up arguing about school. No one else was there, but I was furious.
I came up at him and yelled. “You knew I liked her. Why would you do that?”
“Heh… like you don’t know.” He wrinkled his nose at me. “Don’t act like every woman isn’t chasing you. You can have anyone you want, so leave my girl alone.”
“I thought we were friends!” I snapped.
His face turned even more twisted and he spoke quietly. “You thought wrong.”
I was stunned by his words. I was hurt, confused, and isolated. Worst of all, I had no one to go to. There was one last person I thought to trust, Coach Rex.
“Hey, buddy, what’s with the long face.”
“The… um… the guys have been treating me strange lately,” I spoke, feeling desperate to find at least one person who had my back.
“Come to my office.” He gestured, and we ended up in an office adjacent to the very shower room where this all started.
There was a cramped desk, balls, and trophies scattered around a closet-like room. I was sitting across from Mr. Rex, who was wearing his typical polo shirt and tight shorts. I wondered a bit where he kept his dick. I had to wear loose and baggy pants all the time. I couldn’t wear anything tight or it would be sticking out. Times like that made me feel like a dweeb. Every other guy seemed to figure it out, but there was so much I didn’t know because of my strict upbringing.
“Now, Lucas, what is going on?” He asked. “I noticed you don’t hang out with your friends after school anymore.”
I calmed down a bit at his question. At least someone saw what I saw. It made me feel better reaching out to him.
“The guys stopped wanting to be my friend,” I spoke awkwardly, not sure how to sum up the last few months of experiences in a way my coach could digest.
“Really?” He blinked. “It’s probably nothing. Boys your age will get upset at each other over nothing. I don’t think you need to worry too much.”
“I see…”
“You’re going to do fine.” He laughed, basically dismissing my worries and standing up. “Is there anything else you need?”
Although his dismissal seemed abrupt, it was sort of what I needed. I needed someone to tell me it was no big deal and things would improve in a few months. He did make me feel better, but I still had a lingering discomfort, one that I had to get rid of.
“Um… I know this is awkward, but I don’t know who else to talk to about this.” I spoke strangely.
I definitely couldn’t ask my stepdad, not after what happened.
“What?” He covered his grin, looking serious.
“They… started acting strange, after seeing…” I felt my face redden, and I realized it was impossible to ask normally. “I-is there something wrong with my penis?”
He blinked, his expression turning a bit weird himself. “Ah… sorry, what did you say?”
I flushed. “I think… there is something wrong with my penis.”
“Alright.” He stiffened. “It’s possible. You’re telling me you need someone to take a look?”
I nodded, my face hot. “Maybe, I should go to the doctor…”
“No… no…” he shook his head. “I can handle it. Just show me.”
I pulled my pants down. At first, I was relieved that his expression didn’t change, but as I pulled my pants up and he didn’t react, I realized his expression was very stiff.
“Is… is there something wrong?” I asked.
“No.” He responded, but his voice sounded somewhat strange. “No, you’re normal.”
I let out a breath of relief. “Thanks!”
I was so excited I went to hug him, but he flinched, holding up his hands. I pulled back, realizing the situation was a bit odd to do something like that. I thanked him for a second time and then left, feeling a bit better. That feeling only lasted a few days. Although Mr. Rex didn’t say anything, his attitude toward me changed too. I used to be his favorite student, but he started picking the other students instead. He was giving me the cold shoulder as well, and it was a lot like my dad’s.
The rest of 8th grade passed like that, just a slow decline of isolation. At home, my stepdad wanted nothing to do with me. At school, every boy and girl avoided me. It was like I had contracted some kind of illness, and it all had something to do with my penis. Was it misshaped? Did I have a disease? I eventually concluded that it was small. I did have a micropenis.
I once overheard some guys making a joke where they called the penis a third leg. My penis was nowhere near the size of my leg. I had also heard someone call it a tripod. I must be really small. It makes sense if you think about it. A vagina was big enough to push a baby through. Girls must need something equally as large to enjoy sex. A baby’s birth length on average was 20 inches, with a 4-inch thickness. That’s what my googling at school taught me, where every term for penis was censored by the school’s software.
I figured my reasoning must be sound. A penis had to be the same size as a baby. That must mean a man’s penis size was 20 inches long and 4 inches thick on average. It was no wonder my 13-14 inches, with a 2-inch thickness was worthy of mockery.
As the isolation continued, I shut down. I focused entirely on my school work, avoiding anything to do with sex or the friends I once had. I was far too embarrassed to talk about it from then on. High school started, and what started as isolation turned into flat-out bullying. My biggest bully turned out to be my former friend, Mark. Meanwhile, the girl I used to like, Hailey, became cruel and spread rumors about me. Any new people who might have treated me nicely were quickly pulled aside and corrected.
My group of friends had become my worst offenders. When they weren’t going out of their way to embarrass or mock me, they would find other ways to make my life miserable. I had cried a couple of times, but that only got me labeled as a crybaby. I thought I could at least get out some of my frustration with sports, but I tried out for the high school team, but Rex refused to let me on the team. He said I was “too unbalanced”, whatever that meant.
Two years went by like this. It was a difficult two years. I thought about even killing myself. I had gone from the popular guy who everyone liked to the freak whom everyone avoided. I also had no clue what I had done that caused so much ire. Yet, the time was coming when I was about to find out. Well, I’m not the one who found out, it was my bully’s mom who made the discovery, and my life would never be the same.
Not sure why I stopped posting these on here. I think I’m going to go back to it, and also put Banged on here too. However, the chapters on my website will also include the images and be a few chapters ahead.
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“Master…”
“Don’t say it.”
The pair of us were in the boss room while a naked pregnant girl looked on vacantly, a blissful expression on her face. I couldn’t be seen since I was in spectator mode, but the girl seemed to ignore the cyclops in front of her like she wasn’t talking to him. She waited patiently, not even remotely afraid at the appearance of one who could kill her with ease. It seemed like she could tell apart the cyclops from me. More than that, she was trying to say the baby was mine!
I had never gotten into this situation before. I started to freak out. I had never even touched a woman until I came to this world. I lived in my parent’s basement! How was I supposed to deal with becoming a father? No, this baby wasn’t mine. I used the cyclops’s dick, so it was his baby! How did someone take care of a cyclops baby? Would it even be a cyclops, or some half-human, half cyclops? How the fuck do you have 1.5 eyes!
On the floor were three freshly made corpses. These heroines would soon dissolve, their bodies becoming mana and their supplies becoming part of my treasure horde, which was much more than I usually got from the worn and broken-down parties I had previously repelled. Their armor wasn’t etched from slime goo and their food stocks weren’t completely depleted. I didn’t know the name of their party, but on the surface, they brought a wealth of dungeon points and nearly pristine supplies at almost no cost. However, my worry was whether someone would come looking for them.
“Master!”
“Ah! What? What!” Misty’s loud call finally snapped out of my panic.
“The best thing Master can do is mitigate the situation. We can figure things out as we go. That other party shouldn’t be allowed to escape.”
I blinked. She was right. What I needed right now was time. If the other party left the dungeon, then the news would get out into the world. Taking a breath, I entered the goblin. The cyclops really couldn’t speak well, even under my control, but now that Gobby was a named monster, his ability to speak was rather good.
“I don’t mean you any harm,” the crazed pregnant girl said. “If I stayed in the city and they found out I was pregnant with a monster’s baby, they would kill it. That’s why I returned. I even brought you an offering. These three are new heroines. They never even registered with the guild, hoping to avoid the taxes. No one will ever track them to you. Is this offering to your favor?”
Even if their deaths wouldn’t be tracked to me, could I really trust this crazy loon? I slowly emerged from the shadows as Gobby.
“What is it that you want?” I asked through the goblin’s mouth, though the voice no longer the shrill and unpleasant voice of a goblin, but surprisingly smooth and calming.
“Are you… him?” Her eyes snapped to me fervently. “I read that… monsters are all controlled by the dungeon. If they act in any unnatural way, it’s because they are acting at the will of the dungeon itself! That’s why it must be you, right?”
“You want to stay in this dungeon?” I asked.
She nodded excitedly. ‘Yes, daddy! I want to have your babies and stay with you! My body has already been molded to your shape. I can never return to normal society again.”
“Then, go fetch the women you parted with earlier. Do not kill them! Catch them all and bring them back down here. Tie the leader up next to the bone of corruption and let her become a bit more acclimated.”
“Yes, hubby!”
My goblin brow twitched. When did I upgrade to hubby? I let her leave anyway. I wasn’t worried whether she could handle it. The return journey for The Unbroken Bond was anything but unbroken. Despite their name, the girls quickly split apart to satisfy their desires. The archer crawled away on the ice to look for her goblin partner, and the mage naturally returned to her tentacled sex toy.
The only two who continued were the leader and the white mage. The white mage would have probably stopped at the bone of corruption, but she was too weak to resist, and the leader continued pulling her along. Up in a daze, she didn’t notice the other two abandoning them.
Standing in the room next to the cyclops, I couldn’t help to compare. Gobby wasn’t nearly as strong or muscular as the cyclops, but he had intelligence. I knew that he could ‘see’ through my eyes, and knew that I had taken over his body for the moment. I felt his fervent loyalty though. He had no qualms about me controlling him. I didn’t get any complex thinking or emotions from the cyclops. Gobby was about five feet tall, so he’d probably be considered a short king. He also had a proper six-inch cock.
I couldn’t help but feel slightly annoyed. When I asked Diamond about an avatar, she had come up with the cyclops. A goblin champion was far closer to standard human dimensions though. Then again, the goblin champion was a sentient creature, not a beast, so controlling it felt a bit odd. Although, like I said, Gobby was completely happy with me using his body, I could sense an undeniable trace of nervousness. No, a goblin champion wouldn’t work as a permanent avatar.
I sighed and left the goblin, giving him and Sandy orders to remove the dead bodies of the heroines the pregnant girl killed. They’d be gone in a few days anyway. I didn’t care where they ended up as long as they were out of sight.
“What is your plan, Master?” Misty asked as I returned to my room.
“I was just thinking,” I told her. “The Rat King can bring rats into the dungeon and make them part of the dungeon. This can be done DP-free, right?”
She nodded. “The Rat King has the power to control the rats.”
“Well, my goblin is now a Goblin Champion. That probably means he has the strength to control a goblin tribe, right?”
“Oh? Is that why Master made him a named goblin? You think ahead.”
“Of course.” I coughed, not daring to admit it was an accident, I decided to just run with it. “Anyway, that girl looks to be six months pregnant, but it’s not been a fraction of that time.”
“Monster babies do gestate much quicker than normal children. This is how the guild can determine if a woman becomes knocked up.”
“So, this kind of thing is normal?” I asked her. “Will they be halfbreeds?”
She shook her head. “Monsters can reproduce with humans, but you only get more monsters. Such instances happen. The dungeon guild has a ‘don’t ask, don’t tell’ policy when it comes to such things. You can get a baby removed magically and discretely without anyone knowing.”
“And what do you make of her?” I had brought up the screen of the pregnant woman.
She had taken the archer by surprise and knocked her out, currently leaving her in a bag, ready for to collect. I sent Gobby to collect them and bring them back down to the boss room.
“She is… broken,” Misty spoke awkwardly. “Some end up like this, although it’s very rare for someone F-ranked. There are usually all kinds of safety precautions to protect new heroines.”
Such safety precautions wouldn’t work when it came to me. No one expected an F-ranked dungeon to have intelligence.
“She hasn’t become a demon though.”
“This… I do not know why. Perhaps, she doesn’t meet the conditions necessary for demonification.”
I nodded. “Perhaps, you have to be a certain rank for that too.”
As we watched Gobby bringing the archer back down, Misty glanced back at me. “What do you plan to do with them?”
“I’m pretty sure tentacle monsters can’t get someone pregnant, nor can bones. However, the archer has played with that goblin quite a lot. That makes me think there is a high likelihood she’s carrying a goblin junior. How do goblin pregnancies work?”
“Goblins grow incredibly fast. They only take about a month. The mother usually puts out a liter of five or six. Based on the availability of supplies, only one or two make it to adulthood.”
“Let’s assume I can provide for the goblins. They’ll all reach adulthood. In that case, how large is a goblin village?”
“Goblin villages vary in size. In an F-rank dungeon, never more than five or six. However, in higher-ranked dungeons, you can see villages with hundreds of goblins. These are some of the most dangerous levels to pass. They are even used as boss levels sometimes.”
“Then, that is my goal.”
“You want to make a goblin village, master?”
I nodded. “It’s about time I added another floor. I’m going to expand this floor into a goblin village. Those girls are going to be the mothers of my new tribe. Goblin villages have to capture humans for breeding, right? I was thinking this could justify having them.”
“Although a dungeon capturing humans is a sign of intelligence, the goblins may do this naturally, even in a low-rank dungeon.” Misty looked at me with surprise. “However, if anyone finds the captured F-rank adventuress, you won’t be able to avoid being seen as a D-rank dungeon.”
“That’s okay,” I responded. “I’ve been thinking about it a while and given the number of people who have been killed or repelled, the guild might get suspicious anyway. As long as we don’t get seen as a C-rank dungeon, they shouldn’t assign us for destruction. The presence of a goblin village would explain everything. As a dungeon, I might not have even been involved. How could I help a random goblin champion enter and set up residence, right?”
Misty gasped. “That is what people would assume. Normally, a dungeon can’t grow this quickly otherwise.”
I nodded. I had been wanting to come up with a justified way to keep heroines locked up as DP dumps for a while now. The cyclops proved to be a bit too much, but if I could build up a village of goblins, they would scavenge for food and water and thus be able to take care of the human breeders. Any heroine that arrived would just assume they stumbled into the village unprepared and were captured. Furthermore, they could free them, which would act as yet another reward.
I didn’t plan to leave it just with that. Upon reaching the end of the village, I’d keep a small treasury. If I could convince them this was the final boss room, they might just turn back here and not end up so close to my home. The stairway would be hidden in the goblin champion’s hut, and so Gobby would be the final boss they’d need to pass to continue to the sixth floor.
Of course, I wouldn’t have Gobby risk his life. He’d have a means of escape if defeated. I planned to alter the room so that the goblins could live peacefully in alcoves. Only a few goblins would appear at a time, just like the rats for the Rat King. This would keep the entire colony from being wiped out by one abnormally strong heroine. They could also depend on sneak attacks and attack strategies. I’d let Gobby figure all that out. This was supposed to be a village of his making, not mine.
One thing I would add though, is that wherever we put the captured women, I’d add another evil bone. This one wouldn’t be filled with sexual desire, but rather motherly feelings. I already had one crazy pregnant girl. I’d give her the bone for a while, and eventually, it would reinforce a feeling of motherly love from the women having babies. This would keep them there longer and make them more receptive to being breeders.
This was my short-term goal, but I was also thinking about the future. Eventually, I’d build up to level ten. Number ten would be my new boss’s room, and five would then function as the 5th level boss. The goblins could function as a servant class. Not only could they make forage for food, but perhaps I’d be able to make them mine and forge armor. The goblin village would become a source of extra treasures without spending a single DP!
However, that was just an idea I had. There was no saying it’d be able to come to fruition. Only time and effort would tell. The crazy girl knocked out each of the Unbroken Bond girls with ease. Even the leader who was the most coherent barely managed a struggle before she took a blow to the head and dropped like a sack.
Meanwhile, I began executing my plan. I couldn’t work on a level that had a heroine on it, so I made sure all the important stuff changed first. The unconscious girls were left on the fourth floor until the new floor was done.
With the help of the goblin champion, all of them were brought back down to the boss level, and placed within the bone cages that once held Passion Summit’s party. This time, I put the cages all together. Rather than giving them a feeling of hopelessness, I instead gave them a sense of familiarity. When one girl acted like a slut, the other girls would feel compelled to act like sluts, classic frat party rules. Of course, this also put them all next to the bone which was carefully placed out of their reach above the cage.
I also ordered the crazy pregnant girl into a cage. She didn’t resist at all, willingly going back in. This time, I had all of the camping supplies from the deceased team, so they were each given clothing, bedding, and food. I had expanded the size of the cages quite a bit, and they were more like small dormitories than cells. With that, I gave the goblin orders to get to work.
The new floor took advantage of the pillars from the previous boss room and then modified things. One would enter a zigzagging path lined with torches. There were several makeshift tents, also taken from the adventurers, which would serve as goblin homes, but they also served to hide small alcoves where goblins could hide. This would help me to build up and maintain their numbers and allow them to be quickly replenished in between dungeon raids.
There was a well-constructed well with a bucket to fetch water and even a central bonfire. I created a latrine too, which wouldn’t just serve as the place for the goblin’s waste, but also for anyone else who needed to use the bathroom inside the dungeon from now on. The goblins would eventually have the responsibility to sweep up and dispose of it there. The ceiling was fitted with a ventilation system to keep the air clean, and the fire served to warm up this area considerably. Of course, once the adventurer’s supply ran out, we’d need to worry about fetching wood. I had never been concerned about temperature before, but when I was inside the goblin, I realized that it was a bit chilly underground.
Food would eventually be a problem. I didn’t want to provide food for all of these budding goblins or their mothers. The supplies from the heroines would only last so long. Thus, I searched through the dungeon store for solutions. After spending everything to build up the goblin village, I still had a good 10,000 DP and rising thanks to my four guests. You had to spend money to make money, and I considered the goblin village a future investment so I was willing to be a bit more generous.
The best thing I could find was a rapidly growing mushroom. The spores were cheap, and it said it could grow in any damp, cool place. Thus, I created a small chamber to the side of the village through one of the hidden alcoves and then filled it with mushroom spores. I built a leach field for the latrine directly under the spore room, so it remained damp and the soil would continually be renewed. What? This is how every modern septic tank was designed. Look it up.
With all of that handled, I waited for the girls to wake up.
Once the girls were conscious and aware of their predicament, the goblin champion appeared. He entered the crazy pregnant girl’s cage first and then had his way with her. She enthusiastically took his dick but almost seemed disappointed that it wasn’t the cyclops ploughing her this time. Although the cyclops was technically her baby daddy, I had a strategy at play, and the cyclops might upset that strategy.
After the goblin had his fill of the crazy pregnant girl, he left for a bit. Once he recovered, he returned, and this time he advanced on the archer. She panicked at first, but when she looked into his eyes, she seemed to realize he was the goblin lover from before. He gave her a slight nod, and her resistance faded. Soon, the two were making passionate love right in front of the other girls.
This was the strategy I was depending on. In a way, these girls produced a good demonstration of their purpose and direction in this dungeon. The crazy girl was the late-term pregnant girl who already come to terms with her lot as a babymaker. The archer was the girl who craved goblin dick and might already be with child. The white mage was only obsessed with dick and didn’t care where it came from. The black mage was hopelessly addicted to pleasure, and although the species changed, she’d more than likely adapt. Then, there was the leader, who was the most resistant.
By watching each girl fall from most amendable to least, when the time came when Gobby stood before the leader of the Unbroken Bond, she would have accepted her lot in life. In that way, all of the girls would become goblin breeders.
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Chapter 181: Approaching the Shaded Shadow ☆
Been a while, but we’re moving into the time for an elf to shine.
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Chapter 180: Duality of Moon and Star – Part 2 ☆
Part 2 of 2, Neesiette transforms into a seductress!
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Chapter 179: Duality of Moon and Star – Part 1 ☆
There are no content warnings, unless you think that Neesiette isn’t to your liking. Part 1 of 2, this will build up to a half chapter with Neesiette also, then…?
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Chapter 178: Superiority of Xin! ☆
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Content warning: monster! But I ever keep to my promises regarding main content.
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Chapter 176: A Trap Beside the Shore
What is Adris’ goal? Isn’t this a distraction…?
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Chapter 175: Wild Horses, Wilder Waters
Never back down from a challenge.
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