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

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

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

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

“Do you recognize this party?” I asked.

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

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

“Are we sure it’s an F-rank dungeon?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m not surprised.”

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

“I see…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Let’s go!” The leader called out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ahhhh!”

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

“Are you okay?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We jump!” The leader declared.

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

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

“Ahhhhhh!”

Thud!

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

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

“I-I’m alive…” She groaned.

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

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

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

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

It was a simple pair of leather boots.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m cumming!” I shouted, “Misty!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I do.” I nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“D-did it works?” I asked nervously.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hmm? What do you mean?”

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

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

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

“I’m not sure what you mean.”

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

“Theme?” I blinked.

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

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

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

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

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

“Marketability?”

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

“That sounds pretty ominous.” I blinked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What do you mean by that?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Huh?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ah… corrupted?”

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

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

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

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

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

I blinked. “Go?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“An investment…” I nodded.

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

“Eh? Why?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Huh?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ahem, that’s not important.”

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

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

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

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

“About 2,500.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mmm…”

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

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

“Do you know who I am?” I asked.

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

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

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

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

“You have become a demoness.”

She winced. “Yes, Master.”

“Will you do what I say?” I asked.

“Yes…” She responded.

“Stand up.”

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

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

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

“Um… suck my cock!”

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

“Oh, right…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you.” Was her only response.

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

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

“Can you suck it now?”

She bowed her head. “As Master commands.”

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

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

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

“Good job. Now come sit on my lap.”

We were just getting started.

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