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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Die! Die you filthy creatures!”

“Ah! It bit my finger! It bit me!”

“Stay away! Stay away! Eeek!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Nnnnhhh!!!” She cried out.

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

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

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

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

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

“NNNGGGGHHHHHH!!!!” She cried out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Do you recognize this party?” I asked.

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

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

“Are we sure it’s an F-rank dungeon?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m not surprised.”

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

“I see…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Let’s go!” The leader called out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ahhhh!”

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

“Are you okay?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We jump!” The leader declared.

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

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

“Ahhhhhh!”

Thud!

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

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

“I-I’m alive…” She groaned.

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

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

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

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

It was a simple pair of leather boots.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m cumming!” I shouted, “Misty!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I do.” I nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“D-did it works?” I asked nervously.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hmm? What do you mean?”

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

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

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

“I’m not sure what you mean.”

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

“Theme?” I blinked.

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

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

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

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

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

“Marketability?”

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

“That sounds pretty ominous.” I blinked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What do you mean by that?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Huh?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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