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“We could have gotten through that much faster if I wasn’t looking for pitfalls.” Diamond complained, even though the only reason they finished was because Misty ignored all caution and slid right on by.

The truth was that I had wanted there to be pitfalls, but the ice hallways didn’t support pitfalls. The building mechanics for a dungeon core could be surprisingly limited, the rules making some exploits impossible.

Had I smothered some pitfalls in slime innards, that hallway would have been impossible to pass, but unfortunately, I could only put them in normal hallways. It was the same for lowered roofs. You couldn’t make a pitfall that couldn’t be theoretically overcome with a quick jump. Had I switched hallways mysteriously in the middle of the ice, it’d have been far too obvious. In the end, I could only do what I did.

“It’s a puzzle room,” Diamond spoke as she looked around the new floor they entered.

“A puzzle room? On a new dungeon?” Misty asked.

Diamond shook her head, glaring at the walls like she was trying to glare at me. “This dungeon is weird. Most new dungeons just populate with monsters and simple traps. If I knew it was like this, I might not have agreed to help you.”

I watched them as they entered my fourth floor. This was the last bit of protection I had. I wished I had spent more time working on it. It was just three puzzle rooms, and once they got through them, they could fight my boss. My boss wasn’t anything special. It was the lowest boss creature available, the only one I could afford, called the rat king, which was just a rat the size of a St. Bernard. It seemed terrifying at the time, but now it felt painfully inadequate.

“How do we do this puzzle?” Diamond asked, looking around impatiently.

In the middle of the room was a small altar with an arched top. In the center of that ach was a single small bone sticking out of it.  It looked like a humerus except that it was a bit smaller than a human, about nine inches tall, and perhaps three inches wide at the head with a two-inch diameter along the length and the rest of it embedded into the altar.

It belonged to one of my now-deceased goblins. Once she killed it, I was wondering if there was a way to resurrect the goblins and save money. Looking through my options, there was an assortment of spells and enchantments I could use. Some targeted items, some targeted rooms, and some targeted mobs. Some would last permanently, and some only lasted for a limited time. I eventually found what I was looking for among curses.

It was possible to bring the goblin back as a zombie, but it cost four times as much as the zombie itself, and not only would it be as weak as a goblin, but it’d be slow and even stupider. There was no reason to zombify a goblin. There was also the option to reanimate the skeleton, but I had no clue what its stats would be and it would be even more expensive than the zombie.

That’s when I found the cheapest option available, reanimate bone. I wasn’t sure how it worked, but I tried it out, and the bone was brought back as the monster named Evil Bone. It didn’t move. It sort of just laid there. I had no clue why it was called a monster. The spell had caused it to become smooth like glass and dark like obsidian. Not wanting to waste it, I made it a part of this dungeon puzzle.

“There is a clue, I found writing!” Misty grew excited.

“Eh?”

That had been the most annoying part of this puzzle room. Puzzles seemed to have very strict policies. The puzzle had to be solvable. I couldn’t just create something obscure that they’d never figured out. There had to be enough clues. In the end, the puzzle wouldn’t let me place it until I put a riddle down. Even then, I had to rewrite it three times before it was considered acceptable.

“Before one can go, another must cum. Place your sacrifice on the altar. Every journey starts rough and cold, but as long as you persevere, friction becomes pleasure, and dryness becomes warm and moist.”

“Was this written by a child?” Diamond made a face. “Look, it even misspelled come!”

I slapped my forehead. I didn’t want it to be that obvious, but the room wouldn’t let me otherwise. I might as well have said you need to bone the bone. Yet, these girls still seemed to be confused.

“It has something to do with the bone on the altar,” Misty explained.  “We have to make some kind of sacrificial offer. What does a bone want?”

“I’m not sacrificing any of my weapons are armor, and certainly not my life,” Diamond responded angrily.

“Yeah, but these treasure rooms had a trick to them, right? The thing needed to pass the puzzle room must be in the puzzle room. No keys on a random monster down the hallway. We should have everything we need in this room.”

“Maybe we need to pull it.” Diamond ran over and grabbed it with both hands, starting to yank on it, then let go with a cry.

“What happened?”

“I-it suddenly twitched!”

I had been startled. I had been curious and so I entered the bone. In other words, I was the evil bone. When I first made this puzzle, I was just hoping to disgust any C-rank adventurer. Since I knew I couldn’t defeat them by strength, I hoped that by humiliating them, I thought I could discourage them from continuing. That was also the point of the previous floor. I hadn’t thought about how effective the cold would be. My only goal had been to make them quit out of embarrassment. It would have almost worked too if Misty hadn’t had that moment of inspiration.

However, as I played with the evil bone, I was naturally curious and entered it. Once I was part of the bone, I could feel what the bone felt. With some practice, I found I was able to shift my body. With a goblin, it was pretty simple. It had the same body parts I did, and so the senses all matched. I had wondered how my senses would work if I took over a monster like a worm, or let’s be honest, I had been hoping for a tentacle monster, although I had yet to see one in the store at 6000 points.

Either way, since I had the bone, I tested and found it could only account for some of my senses. Grabbing it could be made to feel like grabbing my arm. With practice, I was able to switch it to feel like a leg or a finger. I could assign the sense to any given bone. I didn’t have any of these body parts, so this with simply a perceived tactile sense based on my previous human existence.

That’s why it was so malleable. It was obvious where this research would head. I managed to move the feeling to my nonexistent penis. Thus, to proceed into the dungeon, a woman needed to take a ride. I had spent a great deal of personal effort sanding down the stone altar so that it had the arched base of a saddle. I may have been a lazy guy, but I had spent countless hours working on my tabletop figurines and could be considered quite industrious when it came to arts and crafts. With the bone standing up, it was hard not to see a sex toy. That’s why these girl’s confusion was causing me some embarrassment.

When she wrapped her fingers around it and pulled so hard, it caught me off guard. I hadn’t expected the bone to react in the same way my bone would react. The two girls were now staring at my bone with such intensity that if I wasn’t a solid object, it might have shrunken like a scared turtle.

“My monster detector says it’s an evil bone.” She had some kind of magic stone she was passing over it.

“An evil bone? According to Friedman’s Glossary of Monsters, evil bones come from defeated monsters. A bone absorbs the emotions and feelings of the monster it came from and then transmits those feelings to others nearby. It is known to spread anger, greed, or resentment. Entire parties have been destroyed by them unknowingly camping near an evil bone.”

“Are you trying to brag that you’re more learned than me? Huh? I don’t… feel anger though.” Diamond looked at the bone awkwardly. “I feel, kind of hot…”

“I thought that it was just because we came from that ice tunnel, but I’m also feeling very warm.”

“Is that how it works?” I mumbled.

I hadn’t known anything about the evil bone, but now I realized the treasure I had. I was in the goblin as it died, so the feelings the evil bone had were my feelings. At the time of my death, I felt desperation, but I also felt horny. Right before I died, I had looked at her ass and had been slightly distracted, which was part of the reason she killed me so cleanly. With the goblin skull crushed, there wasn’t even any time to feel anything else. In other words, if there was any feeling the evil bone would transmit, it’d be desperation and horniness!

“Friction… moist…” Misty looked to be in deep thought. “I think I figured it out.”

“What is it?” Diamond asked, her cheeks pink.

“This bone was once alive, but now it is cold and dead. The riddle says that if we want to solve this riddle, we have to inject the bone with life.”

If I had a mouth and I had been drinking coffee, I’d have spit that coffee out. How could the riddle have brought her to that? Just fuck my stick already!

“You mean, we have to bleed on it?” Diamond asked, looking unhappy.

Misty shook her head. “No, the riddle says warm and moist. I think we have to use friction to warm it up.”

“Gross… you do it.”

“O-okay…” Misty agreed, getting on her knees.

Looking at the bone hesitantly for a moment, she reached out and grabbed it in her hand. She then started to move her hand up and down the shaft. I could only let out a moan as I felt her hand. Of course, I was just a bone, so no words came out. Otherwise, she definitely would have been startled and stopped. Diamond watched with her nose wrinkled and a vicious expression on her face. Somehow, that made it a little hotter for me.

At first, I found Diamond to be pretty uninteresting. I liked a woman with curves, and she had none. Furthermore, her face was always twisted with a cruel, ugly look. With her short, tomboyish appearance, there was nothing about her that aroused my interest. Yet, seeing her grossed-out face, there was something in me that stirred. It was a desire to debase her. Although Misty was trying to kill me, she had a kindness to her. It was in the way she held herself and spoke. I felt slightly bad about some of the things I had done to her. I felt like I wouldn’t feel any regret no matter how I played with Diamond, and that turned me on a bit more.

Misty continued to move her hand up and down my shaft, but her actions were rough and it started to chaff a bit. Did she forget my riddle? She wasn’t using any moisture at all! I was also a little disappointed. I legitimately hadn’t thought about using a hand. In that respect, a mouth would work too. I supposed it was too much to think that these girls would just pull out their pussy and mount a completely strange bone. I had read too many hentai.

Diamond let out an annoyed sound. “The door still hasn’t opened. You’re doing it wrong.”

“It’s too big. It’s hard to warm.” Misty panted as she stroked.

Diamond let out a sigh. “Fine, I’ll help.”

She got on her knees on the other side and used both hands. Suddenly, I had three hands stroking me. This experience was completely different than when I was a goblin. Other than the fact it was dry, there was also more of it. The goblin penis had been barely an inch long, and even when I stuck it in Misty’s mouth, it felt like being in some wet cavern. These girls were squeezing me as they stroked, and each stroke had far more distance to go. if I wasn’t chaffed, I’d already have orgasmed.

“Wait… I think we’re missing something.” Misty panted as she continued to stroke with her whole arm, her tits bouncing as she did.

“You say that now?” Diamond was also breathing hard, both girls using their strength to move their hands almost like a blur.

“Moisture!” Misty declared. “It needs to be wet!”

“Geh… where is my bag, I have a water skin.”

“No…” Misty shook her head. “Water will make the friction worse… I know! Spit on it.”

“What? No!”

“It’s the only way, I know it.” Pew!

“Ugh, fine… whatever.” Pew.

Both girls started to spit on my bone, and it quickly became slick and covered in liquid, their hands moving much smoother now. Seeing them spitting on me, and especially Diamond’s look of disdain, was far too much.

“Fuck…. I’m cumming!”

My bone shook as I spasmed, and then liquid shot out of the bone. The girls cried out, not expecting a fountain of white stuff to erupt out of the bone. Both girls ended up getting splashed in the face. When they fell back, the last few spurts ran down my spent bone. That felt amazing. I never thought my first-hand job would be from two girls at once, servicing my nine-inch bone.

“What is this stuff?” Diamond pulled the white fluid off her face.

Misty scooped some off her face, sniffed it, and then licked it. Her eyes lit up excitedly.

“It’s mana essence!”

“Mana essence? Seriously?” Diamond seemed stunned, and then excited, quickly pulling a vial from her storage ring and collecting the stuff dripping down the cock. “Finally, some treasure! I was beginning to think the dungeon analyzer lied. Why would it appear here?”

“This must be the award for passing this puzzle,” Misty explained. “Evil bones convert emotion into mana. It must have reached the limit that can be stored in the bone, and the remaining exploded out in an eruption.”

Don’t look at me, I had no clue this was going to happen. It turned out my horny pleasure had filled the bone, and its mana had exploded out. I didn’t even know that was a thing until it happened. I was worried it would cost my dungeon points, but they were still rising steadily, so I didn’t worry about it. What I did worry about was that they had reached the second puzzle. Only one to go, and then I was doomed.

“The door is open,” Misty announced once Diamond finished scooping up every drop of essence, including the stuff on Misty’s chest.

The pair entered the next room.

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“This is the place?” An unfamiliar voice drew my attention outside.

My expression froze as I saw the return of Misty, but she wasn’t alone. Right next to her was another girl I had never seen before. She wasn’t as beautiful as Misty. She had short orange hair and almost nonexistent boobs. She had a tall, lanky body and a flat butt. When I looked at Misty though, my eyes would have popped out of my head if I had one. She was wearing female armor, but it barely fit her.

Her breasts spilled out the top of the armor, barely contained in the B-cup trying to hold them. It was the same with her ass. She moved very stiffly, her voluptuous body mashed into a petite outfit. By looking at the girl next to her, I realized where she had got the armor.

“How are there two of you?” I felt like crying.

I had already been worrying about Misty alone. Now that there was a second person with her, I was doomed! All of my plans were for naught.

“Thank you for lending me your spare armor and a sword, Diamond.” Misty declared.

“Hmph, I already said, once we kill the dungeon, I want the reward money.” The woman named Diamond sniffed.

“I just need my armor back and the dungeon core.” Misty nodded.

“You’re still on about that?” She made a face. “You’ve failed to get the core three times now. Even with the guild mistress licking your feet, she’d never agree to make you a C-rank.”

“If I return with a D-rank dungeon core on my own, I meet the conditions for C-rank.” She responded. “This dungeon is my best chance.”

“There is just one problem.” The girl held up a device and shook her head. “This dungeon is only F-class.”

“Wh-what? But it was labeled as D…”

“Those fucking F-classers. I keep telling the guild to stop sending untrustworthy parties to assess new dungeons. They make up shit to maximize their profits. They probably wanted the treasures inside all to themselves. The treasures are all mine, by the way.”

“Y-yes… but if it’s only F…”

“You seriously are getting owned by a rank F dungeon?” Diamond laughed, causing the other girl to turn red.

“I-it’s tricky!”

“I never understood why the guild mistress loves you so much. With a sword in your hand, you’re as skilled as a B-class, but your so fucking clumsy you can’t even defeat an F-class dungeon.”

“If I bring an F, I can only be promoted to D.” Misty cried. “They don’t make enough. It’d take me a year to buy my little sister back.”

“Don’t you mean your little brother?” Diamond grinned.

“Don’t say that!”

“I heard she’s doing quite well for herself. Maybe it’s her lot in life to be a dilboy.”

“Stop!” Misty cried.

The Diamond woman was malicious. It was clear by her expression that she looked down on Misty. At first, I thought they might be friends, but no friend would antagonize the other like that. I had experienced enough bullies in my life to know that Diamond was likely bullying Misty. I knew my relationship with Misty was complicated, but I still had lost my virginity to her, so this other woman was pissing me off.

“Quite crying so much. You already lost your armor and the guild’s armor. If I wasn’t helping you, you might end up being the newest dilboy in town. Thankfully, you have me. Even with my C-rank, I was worried if we were soloing a D-rank dungeon. If it wasn’t for your ridiculous combat skill, I wouldn’t even consider it. A D-rank dungeon is intended to be taken by a group of 4-5 D-ranks ready to become C-rank. For an F-rank like you to solo an F-rank dungeon, it is impossible, but with my help, we should be able to pull it off.”

“But…”

“Be happy you can get your armor back and the promotion. So what if you can’t leap to C-rank? Everyone else has to rise step by step, so what makes you so special? You’ll rescue your sister eventually, so stop thinking about it.”

“O-okay… th-thank you…”

“Whatever…” She shook her head as if she didn’t want any appreciation, even though she looked smug getting it. “Hey, you’re still doing that?”

“I must pray for my goddess’s blessing before I enter.” Misty was on her knees with her prayer beads out.

“Waste of time…”

“Dear Great Goddess, with my friend here, I know I can conquer the dungeon for good. Let us end this quickly so we may go home.”

She stood back up, and I looked on with an ugly expression on my metaphorical face. I had gotten a feeling that Misty was a strong fighter, but I hadn’t realized how strong until Diamond spoke up. It seemed like even Diamond who seemed not to like her very much had to admit she had skill. If Diamond was seriously the C-class I had been worrying about, then I was truly in trouble.

“Stop!” Diamond grabbed and pulled Misty back just as she took a step over a pitfall.

Diamond shook her head, pushing down with her sword. A trapdoor opened, leading down into a pit. She glanced over at Misty, raising an eyebrow.

“I-it wasn’t there before!” Misty insisted.

“The dungeons change all the time. There could be more enemies, less enemies. Traps can be moved. Every time you enter, you have to treat it like it’s your first time.”

I wanted to kick Diamond into the pit. She was far too skilled. That was a hidden trapdoor, and she had easily found it without even stepping on it first. If this kept up, I was doomed. If I managed to knock her out, she wasn’t even worth touching. I’d just cut her throat. The pair continued onward, avoiding every single pit trap, even without the magic device I had recovered from Misty. 

“This next area is goblins. Th-they’re the ones that stole my armor.”

“Haha… the great swordsman Misty can’t even fight a couple of goblins. I feel bad for you.” Diamond mocked her as they entered the second floor.

This time, I had two alcoves with four goblins and four more in front. Of course, I had replaced the one who died. The other had slowly recovered over the week, although it still moved slower than the others. The girls missed the alcoves as they walked, but when the four in back attacked, Misty spun around. It was a perfect pincer attack with two groups of four attacking two girls. Unfortunately, the girls were just too strong. They fought back-to-back, easily handling the goblins. I cried out as they were all cut down in under thirty seconds. That was 2000 points. That would take me over eighty days to recover without any guests and sixteen hours with the two of them there.

Even though Misty was moving restrictedly in her too-tight armor, she still killed them fastest, turning around just in time to see Diamond wailing on one. She was striking him in the stomach over and over again. Each time, there was a resounding clang as she struck the metal.

“Diamond!” Misty cried out.

“Huh? Ah, sooorrry…” She looked back and grinned maliciously.

Misty walked up to her and looked down to see her armor had been cracked and dented in a dozen places. Diamond had been ruthless, doing as much damage as possible. The helmet and other pieces of armor were on Misty’s side, and her clean cuts had not touched the armor at all, except for the splattering of blood.

She stripped the goblins of their wear. I could only watch on in pain as all of my gains were lost just like that. She had recovered her armor, and her weapons, and killed all of my goblins. It was the greatest loss I had experienced since coming to this world. I felt hopeless.

Misty took off her misfit armor. Although she had gone into a corner to do it, Diamond watched out of the corner of her eye. She had an ugly expression on her face as she saw Misty’s beautiful and voluptuous body. She dressed back in her armor, except for the breastplate which was too ruined to wear. She instead put on her father’s piece, which was large and clunky, but at least had room for her chest.

“You can have these back.” Misty held the armor back.

“After your skank ass has sweat all over it? You’re not even going to clean it first?”

“Ah! B-but I’ve only had it on since we arrived here, and I didn’t even get hit…” Seeing the other woman glaring at her, she pulled it back with a wince. “I’ll get it properly cleaned.”

“You better!  I don’t want to smell like a cow when I wear it next.” Her eyes flickered to Misty’s chest before she turned and walked away.

“Ah! Wait…” Misty hastily grabbed her armor and weapons, running after the other woman.

She was holding three sets of armor and weapons on top of what she was wearing though, so it was hard to hold it all and she kept dropping things as she tried to keep up. The pair ended up on my third floor. This was the farthest anyone had ever gotten so far. I had never even seen my trap in action.

“Woah!” Thud. Crash.

“Watch it!” Diamond grabbed Misty.

“I-it’s slippery.” Misty cried, lying on her back on a smooth floor glistening with translucent goo. “And cold.”

This was one of the levels I was proudest of, mostly because I had saved so much money doing it. The floor and walls were made of ice. Ice hallways were expensive. It cost me 2000 points to make it. Yet, that wasn’t what made it so impressive. I had then purchased a slime, 500 points each. I used just one, who proceeded to polish the floor as smoothly as possible. Then, I cut open the slime and I let its slime out.

Every couple of days, I’d bleed the slime out a bit. It’d heal and grow back, the mass it lost. It was half the size it was when I summoned it, but it seemed to have a minimum requirement and it wouldn’t go below that, so I drained it weekly until the entire hallways were covered in slime innards. Buying a lot of slimes was expensive, but covering the hallway in slime innards just cost one slime and time. The result was a gooey, slippery space. Both girls tried to walk forward, but they kept slipping and falling.

“What the fuck is with this place?” Diamond cursed. “I thought you were dumb when you said those goblins seemed abnormally smart, but they did a pincer sneak attack on us. Now, there is this insidious trap. Just making sure I don’t hit a pitfall means I can barely move, and the cold plus this goo, what is it?”

Misty, still on the floor, touched the goo and then sniffed it. “It’s slime innards.”

“Why do you know what that smells like?” Diamond demanded, causing Misty to blush. “Whatever. Slime innards will corrode armor, and they are a good conductor of cold. It sticks to you and makes you freeze. We’ll have hypothermia before we reach the end like this.”

“Ah! Armor!” Misty looked at the armor she had dropped when she slipped.

“We’ll have to take it off.” Diamond sighed, removing her armor. “Don’t worry, I have a storage ring. We’ll keep our armor in there.”

“I-if you had that storage ring, couldn’t you have taken my other armor…” Misty asked, but when Diamond glared, she shook her head. “Never mind!”

Diamond nodded and stored her armor in there. Misty did the same to all four pairs she now had. “Ahhh!”

She tried to stand up, only to land on her chest. Diamond did a little better, taking two steps forward before falling. The two girls were determined, struggling along for eight hours, only able to barely crawl forward a few steps at a time. They fell countless times, and both girls were covered in bruises and slime and were shivering by the time they reached it.

The slime also ate their clothes. Countless holes had been eaten through, and now the majority of their bodies were exposed. I could see their tits and asses hanging out. Diamond wasn’t any better naked, but Misty was as beautiful as ever. Her butt was completely red from the cold, as was the rest of her skin.

“Are you fucking kidding me!” Diamond shouted when they reached the apparent end, which was a dead end.

Her eyes scoured along until she saw about 1/4^th the way back, there was a side hallway with a lowered roof. The pair painfully crawled back to the turn, where they looked down on a long hallway with a roof only 3 ft high. At that point, the last of their clothing fell off, and other than their shoes, both girls were naked. The pair would have to crawl on their hands and knees to make it through this section. The lowered roof cost another 1000 points, but I thought it was worth it. One would have to remove their armor at that point if they hadn’t before. There was no other way short of climbing through naked and hoping you didn’t freeze.

“No, fuck it.” Diamond cursed. “I can’t… I’m already feeling frostbit. If we continue, we’ll die.”

“This is an F-rank dungeon…”

“This is a demon dungeon! I hate it! I can’t continue.”

“Wait… I got an idea!”

Diamond looked at Misty irritably, but Misty waggled her body, lying on the cold, icy ground. I had to admit that their red, frozen, shivering bodies turned me on. Their nipples were so hard they could cut glass, and every panting breath gave off a cloud of vapor. Misty put her feet up on the wall and then pushed and kicked as hard as she could.

She slid down the hallway on her back. The hallway was so slippery that she kept going. She slid to the end of the hallway just like that. When she got off the ice, her butt and back were covered in red welts and cuts, but she didn’t seem to care, even jumping excitedly until her foot hit the slippery ice and she fell back down.

Diamond looked on in disbelief and then did the same. She came sliding out too, although even though her butt was flat, she didn’t slide as far. It still took her an hour and Misty reached out and pulled her the rest of the way before the girls were finally free of the hallway. If I knew that they could exploit it that way, I definitely would have made more turns. I was also annoyed because they both zoomed right past the trap room.

There was a treasure chest in a side room hallway down that hallway they skipped. If they opened the chest, the door would slide open. The door was on weight, and the weight was the same as the treasure, so they could either find something equal in weight to the treasure, or leave the treasure, but otherwise, they’d be stuck. It was just a way to keep them in the cold longer and bring them closer to death.

That said, these two girls blew right past that trap. They brought their armor out again, and a fresh set of clothing. After getting as much slime off themselves as possible, they put the clothes and armor on, and continued to the next floor, likely to get away from the cold permeating their bones.

Like that, my third floor was defeated, and there were only two left to go.

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This time, I stripped her armor off on my own. The clothing underneath was even more torn and dirty than before, as if this was the only undergarment she had and it kept getting more damaged every time she left. My little goblin dick was already rock hard, and I no longer hesitated at all. This little minx had been teasing me for months, and now I was finally going to release all the pent-up frustration, both in her threatening to kill me, and the C-rank hovering over my head.

When I prematurely ejaculated on her stomach, it opened up a floodgate inside my body. We may not have gone all the way, but I had already marked this woman. Since she came back, it was time to make her permanently mine. I ripped off her shirt, no longer caring if I tore it. I once again attacked those wonderful boobs. This time though, I was much more aggressive and focused. I wanted to explore and see every inch of this woman’s body, and I only started with her breasts because they were familiar.  My goblin body was so short that I couldn’t kneel between her legs and lick her breasts at the same time. I had to straddle her stomach so I could do so.

I focused on her areola using my tongue and massaged the rest of her breast with my hands. She moaned but was still not awake. Her skin was very soft and smooth, and she didn’t react to me pinching her nipple. Her breasts felt good in my hands. I couldn’t handle it.

“Cumming!”

I exploded right there on her stomach. Fuck! Who told this woman to be so erotic? I was a forty-year-old version whose last intimate moment with a woman was watching her pee on the side of the road because she was drunk and couldn’t hold it, and that was twenty years prior. When the girl saw me watching, she called me a pervert, and then her drunk boyfriend beat the shit out of me. As for physical contact, I hadn’t even touched my mom since I was in my teens. Even the moment I came on her stomach was a week ago, way long enough for me to have some pent-up energy.

That little pecker died as I finished squirting all over her stomach. She looked erotic as hell, but my goblin pecker needed a refractory period. Thankfully, I was determined. I sent the goblin away and brought out a new body. This was a bit of an experiment, but as soon as I entered a new goblin, my dick went right back to a solid snake.

“Hah! Now that’s what I’m talking about!”

The goblin’s stamina was no good, but when I used up one, I could just switch to another. As long as I was horny, the goblin body would respond with me.

This time, I didn’t straddle her and play with her tits anymore. That was child’s play. It was time for some penetration. I looked at the shreds of her remaining loincloth and then shook my head. I’d save that beautiful thing for last. I wanted to last, and I had a feeling I still needed to release some built-up frustration before I could climb that mountain. Thankfully, she had a hole at the top too.

I kneeled right next to her head, turning it so it was facing me. Leaning over her, I pushed my small goblin dick against her lips. They were slightly open, and they didn’t resist as my dick entered her mouth.

“Haha!”

Her mouth was wet, and my dick slid right in. Her teeth grazed against the tip of my dick, but the sensation was still incredible. I pulled back and then thrust into her mouth again. Her mouth was hot, and I could feel her tongue moving as she swallowed instinctively, her lips wrapping around my member.

“Yes! Suck it.” I moaned, even though she was asleep.

My hand grabbed the side of her face, holding her still. I pushed in and out, letting my dick slide in and out of her. Every time I pushed in, her cheek bulged slightly like a squirrel holding nuts. She’d be swallowing my nut in a moment.

I kept pushing her face onto my dick. It wasn’t going into her throat. This only had about two inches on it.  I felt her teeth pressing against the bottom of my shaft, and her tongue was trying to push my dick away, but I could feel the suction she was creating. I was starting to reach a new height of pleasure.

“Ahh, this is incredible.”

It wasn’t a tight pussy, but I wasn’t going to complain. Her mouth felt wonderful. I was no longer able to control myself, and my dick started cumming in her mouth. My hands were gripping her face tightly, and her eyes finally shot open.

“Mmmm… Mmm!” She tried to get up even as I came.

I panicked when she started moving. The first thing in my head was to make her unconscious again. I grabbed a nearby rock and struck her over the head. She passed back out. I let out a sigh of relief, partially because I was able to reach climax without being interrupted, and partially because she had gone back to unconsciousness.

I wasn’t sure how healthy repeated blows to the head were, but I’d leave it to her after to go see the doctor. I finished inside her mouth, but she no longer was swallowing. It all pooled in the back of her throat until she choked and spit up a bunch of cum, which proceeded to run down her chin.

“Next!” After watching for a bit to make sure she didn’t wake up, I sent this goblin away and picked a new one.

“This time, I got between her legs, opening her legs and pushing aside her garment. That familiar green forested pussy was mine for the taking. I was mad horny, so I didn’t hesitate to push my little pecker inside of her.

“Wait…” I thrust against her. “Nope, give me a bit.”

I lifted her butt and pressed myself in as much as I could. The result was that my penis head rested in the folds of her labia. In short, my dick was too small to penetrate her in any meaningful way. I was inside her, but I wasn’t even long enough to reach the hymen. These goblin dicks were far too small! This was very annoying. Even in my previous life, I would have considered myself below average, but I had at least an inch on these micro penises.

However, even with a small penis, I could still feel the wet, smooth folds of her labia caressing the head of my cock. This was my first time inside a woman. I had no idea it would be so warm and wet, even when she was unconscious. I couldn’t control myself anymore, and the pleasure overtook me. My penis pulsed, and my balls tightened. I felt like a dam was breaking, and before I knew it, hot white semen was flowing out of my little green penis and into her vagina.

“Ngggh!” I grunted. “Ngghh…!”

It felt amazing. I kept shooting for longer than I thought was possible. After a few seconds, the cum began to overflow out of her pussy. Well, that was saying it had ever entered her pussy in the first place. My penis was too small to get past those tight pussy lips, so my cum ended up squirting back out, ending up leaking down her labial folds and deposited on her clitoris and green pubic hair. It was quite messy, but all of it was on the outside.

I could only cum so much, so I soon found my orgasm ending. I had already cum three times using three different goblins. Even if I could have infinite bodies, my mind was swimming in dopamine and it made me sleepy and satisfied.

“Ngghh…”

I slowly pulled my tiny green penis out of the unconscious girl’s pussy. More cum dripped out of the flaccid head, but most of it had ended up on her pelvic region.

“That felt good,” I said, panting.

I looked at her face. There was just a little bit of cum on her lips. The rock had caused blood to leak from her head, and blood to pool behind it.

“Ah! That’s not good.”

I hit her with a rock in a rush, but I didn’t consider the consequences. Wait, isn’t it better if she died? I considered it for a little bit, but in the end, I couldn’t just leave. I reached out and went through her backpack. I had seen something in there the last time I had looked. I hadn’t thought about it at the time, but I knew enough game knowledge to know what it was. I pulled out a small vial which contained red liquid.

“Health potion!” I laughed.

She also had a medkit filled with bandages. I used the waterskin to wash her wound, and then the bandages to cover her head. I wasn’t good at it and wrapped her hair up with the bandages, but at least her wound was covered. With that, I poured some of the vial into her mouth. She immediately coughed it up.

“Come on! You have to swallow!”

She spit up my cum earlier too. What was my luck that my first woman would be a spit, not swallows kind of girl? I realized what I had to do. First, I turned her head and then poured water into her mouth. She coughed it up too. I wasn’t some kinky pervert who would kiss a girl after she sucked my dick. I was rather regretful that didn’t kiss her before sticking a goblin dick in her mouth. From now on, her mouth would always be a bit unclean.

Although the goblins were a part of me, I definitely wouldn’t be touching any of that spooge. That’s why I left the mess below too. However, to save her life, I cleaned out her mouth and then took some of the potions in mine. Slowly, I kissed her while feeding her the potion.

Other than my mom, this was the first kiss I had ever shared. Was it strange I got my first blowjob before my first kiss? Whatever. I slowly made sure all the potions entered her. Meanwhile, I savored the taste and feel of her wet tongue and lips. When the potion was gone, I licked my lips, and then hers.

After that, I dragged her to the exit with the help of the other goblins. I didn’t know how well potions worked, so I was worried she’d suddenly wake up again. She remained lying at the entrance of the cave, her pussy and breasts exposed and covered in semen, her head lazily wrapped with bandages. A few times I considered going back to cover her, but I got nervous. She had woken up in the middle of having sex before, and it scared me so much that I almost killed her. It was embarrassing.

Two days passed, and I grew increasingly terrified that I had hurt her. Furthermore, the nights were cold and her body was nearly blue with hypothermia. Thankfully, before the next night fell, she woke up with a gasp. She bent over, looking somewhat pained. Her hand went to her head, she slowly tried to unwrap the bandages. When they fell away, her hair was a mess and covered in dry blood, but it looked like the wounds had disappeared.

She looked down at the state of her body. Her tattered shirt was lying on top of her chest. When she put it back on, the neck was torn to the point one boob was still exposed. Her loincloth was still fine, but it was covered in white semen stains. All the semen had dried in place, creating sticky white patches on her stomach and groin.

She didn’t get up from her knees for some time. Instead, I saw tears running down her cheeks. She began crying. That was making me feel bad. I didn’t like a girl to cry. I told myself she deserved it though. After all, she came to kill me. She even killed one of my goblins and severely injured another. That was five hundred points used on her. However, lying at my entrance for two days still netted points, and I had earned over 2,000 thanks to her stay. I now had a total of 6,000 points thanks to her repeated visits and the time that had passed. With that, my anger had diminished.

She cried for about an hour, but finally, she got up, picked up her backpack, and walked away, an apparent walk of shame. I hardened my heart as she disappeared out of my sight. A part of me wanted her to return, but not if she was going to cry and act all abused. She had done this to herself. She entered my dungeon. She wanted to kill me. This was self-defense! At first, I thought she was a joke, but her combat ability surprised me. Eight goblins were just a joke to her. If I hadn’t caught her off guard, I wasn’t sure I’d have survived. Hopefully, this meant that she wouldn’t return and I wouldn’t have to worry about it.

I had a feeling inside that she would return though. If that was the case, I made up my mind. The next time that woman arrived, I’d capture her and give her punishment while she was still awake!

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The goblins of this world were tiny, only four feet at the tallest. When I was in this body, she truly looked like a giant. Her big boobs were like small mountains and even that ass felt like something one would have to climb. I was like a little eleven-year-old boy ravaging a sexy eighteen-year-old babysitter. Was it weird that such thoughts only turned me on more? I kneeled next to her, reaching out with my hands.

I had always been a respectable gentleman. No, really. I didn’t violate any laws. I didn’t creep after children online. I didn’t try to molest girls on the subway, steal their panties, or set up cameras in the changing room at my local department store. I mean, I considered those things, but I was too scared of being caught. Okay, fine, I wanked off to tiny hentai, but that’s art. There was nothing wrong with that.

Either way, I had never violated any girls. True, staying in my basement didn’t afford me many opportunities to do such things, but I wasn’t a rapist or something like that. This girl wanted to kill me. She had broken into my place twice with a weapon and the intent to rob and murder me. That’s attempted murder. She’s a criminal. Case closed. I’ll await the judge’s sentence.

She chose to come in with evil purposes and then she got knocked out twice. Once, I merely took her armor, but that wasn’t enough of a deterrent. If I didn’t do something now, I’d be begging people to walk all over me. I could still kill her. If I were a proper dungeon, I’d have left her in that pit to die of starvation or even had my goblins kill her. If you thought about it, her life already belonged to me.

I was just making the best out of a shitty situation. That was all this was. If she wanted her life, then she needed to give me something in return. Gulping, I reached up and pulled the chest wrap she wore up. Her boobs flopped out of her cover, falling and separating. One boob sagged to the side, while the other remained on her chest. They were large pale melons that looked like deflated balloons. The nipples were bigger than I expected, and the color blended into the areola where I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. I could smell a fragrant scent of skin, sweat, and perfume. However, it wasn’t the perfume you bought in a store, but a sort of natural smell of a woman. 

I couldn’t stop myself from reaching out. My hands ran over mounds of soft flesh, heavy and firm. Their large size bulged out of my hands, the skin like warm silk, soft, toned, and full flesh, firm tissue, jiggling like gelatin yet soft to the touch. Her soft breasts still had a heavy firmness to them. I squeezed a nipple, delighted to see it harden under my touch. I could stop kneading them, my fingers digging into the flesh, pushing, rubbing, squeezing the tissue.

“Nn…” She moaned.

I was incensed, I jumped on top of her and began playing with her breasts in earnest. I grabbed a hold of her right breast and held it up, marveling at its weight. Then I brought my mouth down and licked around the nipple, kissing, nibbling, and biting her. Her nipple grew as hard as a rock, the flesh swelling with desire, the areola becoming puffy and red. Her other breast was not ignored, as my left hand reached over and groped the neglected breast, feeling the tissue squish under my grip. It was only when her nipple was as hard as it could be that I finally latched onto her, suckling on the breast. My mouth closed, and the flesh was pressed to my face.

Was this what it was like when I sucked my mom’s titty? I couldn’t even remember back then. I didn’t have some weird mom fetish. Every man wanted to suck on women’s tits. If her milkbags delivered a little sweet white stuff in the process, I wouldn’t complain. Unfortunately, no matter how much I sucked, nothing came out. As I played with her, She whimpered and groaned, but didn’t open her eyes. It was almost like she was afraid to wake up. I wasn’t complaining though.

That was when I began to notice an aroma. I wasn’t sure if it was because I was in the body of a goblin, but not only could I see perfectly in the low lighting, but I also seemed I could smell well. It was a feminine musk, a thick, humid aroma that began to fill the air. It was like honeyed nectar, and it seemed to permeate the air.

I didn’t need to follow the scent long before my eyes landed on her crotch. She was protected by an undergarment not unlike a loincloth. I gulped deeply, reaching down and pulling it away. That’s when I saw her green pubic hair, and emerging from that forest was a glistening and shiny outline of pussy lips. Its soft folds resembled a richly pink flower. I walked to spread open those pedals and take a whiff.

She was wet. She was getting off to having her tits played with? My left hand was busy fondling her left tit, while my right hand slid down her body and cupped her wet crotch.

Her pussy was hot, the moisture soaking into my hand and making it sticky. I ran my hand up and down her wet cunt, my fingers sliding into the fleshy slit, feeling the lips slide against my hand.

She was sleeping, but I could feel her hips rise to meet my hand. Her breathing became a little more ragged, her chest heaving, her back arching as she let out a low moan. Her hips were rocking back and forth, her eyes shut tight. I knew what she wanted, even if she didn’t want to admit it.

“Ahhh… fuuuuuuuuuck!”

I erupted. My body spasmed. The intense pleasure of her body in my hands was too much stimulation and the next thing I knew I was cumming. Little oily spurts of white shot out of my penis. They ended up landing on her stomach and bottom of her boobs based on her positioning. I spasmed several times as I released my load, willing myself to continue to molest her, but the sensation was too much and I collapsed.

“Mmm…hmm…” Before I could even recover, she started to move, making noises like she was about to wake up.

Fuck! I fled my body, then ordered the goblin to also flee back to his second-floor home. After a moment, I remembered that in spectator mode, she couldn’t see me, so I returned. By that point, her eyes fluttered open. Her cheeks were still a bit red, and her lips were hot from breathing hard. As she stretched, her hands went up her body.

“Hmm?”

First, she noticed the liquid on her stomach. She touched it, a confused look on her face. She brought it to her nose and sniffed it. Then, to my shock, she licked her finger. It was then she looked down to notice her boobs sticking out and her loincloth noticeably shoved to the side. She frowned but didn’t say anything. She got back up, dusting herself off. When her hands landed on the liquid on her stomach, she looked both ways and then just rubbed it until it was spread over her entire stomach and dried to the point it couldn’t be seen. She sniffed her hands one more time, and a slight smile formed on her lips.

The smile slipped as she touched her body again, seemingly realizing she had lost her armor. She looked around in a panic, but once again, all she could find was her backpack. Shaking slightly, she grabbed it. She looked around one last time and then fled.

I let out a breath when she was finally out of my sight. I felt both relieved and a bit regretful. I had cum prematurely. It was the fear every virgin man had most. No, it wasn’t my fault. It was that stupid goblin. Eh, whatever, it was probably for the best. She was waking up. If I had still been touching her when she woke up, who knew what she would do?

I counted the points I had earned. She had woken up quicker this time, so I had only landed a few hundred points. That said, I had been steadily earning points for a while. The only reason I wasn’t spending them was because I wanted to see what other stuff unlocked at the higher levels. I had already spent points before I fully looked through the library, so I only had an idea of what things cost up to 3,000 points. At 3,000 points, I could get a Rank F Steel Sword, a puzzle room, or an orc. That felt like a lot of points for very little gain. None of those were enough to save me when the C-rank came.

While it took two weeks between the first time she came and the second time, I was shocked to find her showing up for a third time. I thought she would have been scared away by now. Part of me was secretly excited though. This time, I would punish her properly.

She was wearing a new set of armor, but this set was the worst. The first set looked like it had been made for her. The second set looked like it had been made for a man, she had said her father. This set looked like beat-up trash. There wasn’t even a helmet to protect her head. The pieces that were there were mismatched and covered in dents and scratches. It was hard to say if it even had the integrity to protect her in a fight.

Her weapon was even worse. It was a wooden cudgel. It had just enough work done on it that I could tell it was a deliberate weapon and not just something she picked up in the forest. In that case, it had a narrow bottom and a wide top. There was a large bulb on the top that looked heavy. It was like a baseball bat with a tumor growing on the end.

She kneeled and prayed once again. “I had to beg the guild to borrow the armor they put on the practice dummy. They expect it returned in one piece. Please, great goddess, don’t let me lose this armor. They say that someone can only succeed after experiencing adversity. If that is the case, then please let me succeed now.”

With that, she stood and reentered the dungeon. I watched her as she came to the first trap. She managed to pass both of them this time.

“Oh, she passed that one too.” I leaned forward, a bit worried.

I had grown complacent because of her previous fumbles, but what if she did end up reaching the fifth level? Wouldn’t I be doomed? The first floor was only pitfalls, and she seemed to have mastered them. Rather, she had a device in her hand and she was using it to tell where they were. That reminded me of that other group. They were able to tell how many levels, how many monsters, and how much treasure my dungeon had without even entering it. With tools like these, wasn’t it unfair for me?

Either way, she passed the first level and headed down to the second. This was the goblin level. I took a breath and then entered spectator mode. I couldn’t just watch from up there. I was really worried. My only shot was to bum-rush her to catch her off guard. I let her walk about halfway down the level, and then I sent seven goblins at her. They were led by one goblin holding a sword.

“My armor!” She cried out as she saw the goblins coming, her eyes narrowing angrily.

She swung down with her cudgel, but the goblin blocked it. He was shoved back, slamming into the goblins behind them, causing them to tumble like dominos. What were these idiots doing? The goblins were garbage. I had no choice. I immediately took over the final goblin. I had placed something called an alcove, which was a little side room that was hard to see. It cost 1,000 points, but with a goblin hidden inside, she had passed without seeing it.

The goblin inside was the one with the staff. I ran him up behind her while she was beating down the goblins in front of her. I lifted my staff. At that moment, she spun around, causing me to panic. I was slow bringing down the staff, and she caught it in her hand. I thought this girl was clumsy, but wasn’t she surprisingly good at fighting? My goblins weren’t able to fight her at all.

While holding the staff with one hand, she swung her cudgel with the other. The side of my head was struck, creating a sickening crunch. I let out a cry, breathing deeply as the goblin I was in fell to the ground dead. I felt that too. I felt myself dying. Such a thing scared the hell out of me. I would have pissed and shit myself if I was a person. Perhaps, the goblin did as he died.

She turned back with the staff in her hand. “Give me back my armor!”

The goblins tried to back up, but she immediately snatched the one wearing her helmet and picked it up. It kicked helplessly as she sneered at it. Although I had traps on levels three and four, the feeling of dying caused me to lose all confidence. If she made it to the bottom, I would die. I had to stop her.

With a roar, I jumped into the goblin she had picked up. She was reaching up to rip off his helmet. With all of the strength I could muster, I forced myself. Her grip slipped, and I part fell, and part lunged. My helmeted head slammed into her head. With a thud, she fell back onto the ground, as did a dizzy goblin. I had fled as soon as we made contact so I didn’t have to feel pain. Looking over at the heroine warily, I let out a sigh of relief. She was knocked out again.

That was close. Too close. As the panic and relief finally began to dissipate, my expression darkened. It was time for her punishment, and this time it was personal!

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I gulped. I had entered one the goblins I had summoned. I only had enough for eight of them. Normally, they propagated level two, but I had brought them up to level one to bring this girl out of the pitfall. She had seemingly been knocked out cold in the first pitfall. Was this luck? Should I kill her now?

I shook my head. I wasn’t a murderer. Then again, maybe I could just have the goblins do it. No, that would just be the same as me doing. The goblins weren’t free-thinking creatures. I could also set them on guard, in which case they would walk back and forth over a designated area and prevent anyone from passing. Hunt mode was a bit more aggressive. They would wander the entire level, and if an enemy appeared, they would attack doggedly until they or the enemy perished.

They were currently set to standby, which meant they were just sitting back and observing. If I ordered them to, they would attack, but they otherwise wouldn’t do anything unless I ordered it. I couldn’t just look the other way and let nature take its course.

In that case, what could I do with her? Even killing her might not be a good solution, because if even a C-class died on my dungeon, wouldn’t that mean they’d send a B or even an A? I had no delusions that I was far more powerful. It was a pure accident that she was in such a situation.

“Huh? What is this?”

I noticed something glowing hanging from her belt. I pulled it off to see a green card. When I looked at it, text magically appeared.

“Misty Waters – Swordswoman – Rank F,” I spoke in an unpleasantly screeching goblin voice. “You’re not the rank C?”

That made me feel better and worse. On the one hand, I didn’t have a bomb in my possession. On the other hand, that meant that my day with the C-class was still coming. I looked back at her one more time, and then over at my points.

“So, points do rise when there are people.”

My points were currently 2312 and rising. With this woman Misty present, it rose about one a minute. Compared to one an hour, that was nearly sixty times faster. When the team arrived, they stayed for only about fifteen minutes, and they had earned me about sixty points. Meanwhile, the first people who arrived had earned me twenty-four points. There had only been three of them and they had barely stayed for five minutes.

This told me that different people gave different points. I guessed that it had to do with how powerful they were. The more powerful someone was, the more points they gave.

As for this F-class, as long as she remained in my dungeon, I could earn 1,440 points a day. A single goblin was 250 points, the same as a fall pit. The only things that were 100 were light scones, rats, bats, and other such items. The bats and rats weren’t magical or giant. I had wasted 200 points getting one of each. They could be ordered to guard or attack the same as monsters, but unless you had them in an insane number, it was impossible to kill someone with them. They weren’t even labeled under monsters, but ambiance.

Suffice it to say, that if I wanted to survive the C-class coming, I needed to prove that the previous group had lied. Since they had left, no one knew had arrived, telling me that I had gotten the reputation as a cheap dungeon. Like that, my prospects were slim. However, if I kept her here, couldn’t I continue to earn extra points indefinitely?

Chains were one of the options I could produce cheaply. I could tie her up and continue to harvest mana from her. My finger hovered over the purchase option. Yet, I continued to hold back.

“Mm…” She moaned, and I jumped out of the goblin into my spectator mode.

I re-entered the goblin. I was no fighter. If she woke up, I’d have to depend on the goblins, and I had a feeling they weren’t that good either. They didn’t even have weapons. No, wait, one of them was now holding her sword while another had put on her helmet. It turned out they would equip themselves with anything sitting nearby. I supposed that was why treasure chests were a thing. They held anything you put in them and kept the monsters from messing around with them.

I crossed my arms, staring at the girl. Seeing her there asleep, she was pretty. Of course, I couldn’t see much of her body thanks to her armor.

“The armor!” I slapped my forehead.

At the least, I could have a full set of armor for one of my goblins. I ordered them to strip her. It had been done pragmatically, but upon seeing the creatures pull off her clothing, blood started to flow to a certain part of me. Just how many hentai had I watched where a group of goblins ripped off the clothing of the helpless heroine and then violated her?

“Shit…”

Even though I looked away, I realized that the goblin I was in was sporting a chubby. I didn’t even know that was possible. While inside the goblin, the goblin had my body. I was curious, so I ordered the goblin with the sword to hold it out.

“Ow! Sharp!”

I was stupid and moved my hand across it. I was thinking it would be like the sword I had hanging on my wall. I had purchased it online. It was a perfect replica of the Masamune sword, but even the sharp end wasn’t sharp enough to cut with a touch. I was expecting to use some force, and the result was that I had a deep cut on my palm. Green blood was leaking out and it was really painful.

“I don’t want to feel pain!”

I didn’t like pain or discomfort. That’s one of the reasons I rarely went outside. It was hard to breathe climbing upstairs, and if I fell, it hurt a whole lot. I felt way less pain sitting in my computer chair. The pain suddenly stopped. At first, I thought he had healed, but there was still blood coming out. I also noticed that his tiny erection was shrinking too.

“Sharing feeling is optional.” I realized it out loud.

The other goblins had finished stripping her. They started putting on her outfit. Considering it was made for a woman, these pieces looked ridiculous on the goblins. They were oversized and mishappened. I still didn’t want to deal with the goblin blood, so I went into a spectator and then entered one of the other goblins, the one with the sword. I then sent the goblin who was bleeding back to the second floor so he could go bleed by himself.

I examined the sword in my hand. It had been sharpened professionally and it felt well-built. Perhaps, this goblin should be the leader of the goblins.

“Should I name this goblin? How about Stabby the Goblin?” I laughed.

[You do not have enough dungeon points to name this monster.]

I nearly jumped when the text popped up. So, naming creatures was a function of the dungeon too. I had a feeling I understood. He would be an abnormally powerful monster, although it would cost me dungeon points to do it. At that moment, it didn’t matter though, because I didn’t have enough points. I could only earn more and slowly figure out these things. That led me back to the girl.

Although her armor was removed, she was still wearing clothing underneath. It just looked a lot more scandalous and revealing. I couldn’t help but gulp as my eyes roved over her body. I could see her large chest and impressive curves. She was attractive, and she had a body to match. That was when it occurred to me that she was also unconscious.

I started to sweat as I looked at her. She had come into my dungeon. This was her fault when you thought about it. She got knocked out too. I could stab her with this sword and kill her. I had a feeling that if she died, I’d get a sudden lump sum of points. However, I couldn’t bring myself to test that theory. It felt somehow wrong to strike down a young beauty in her prime. Plus, I was no murderer.

I couldn’t bring myself to capture her, and I couldn’t bring myself to kill her. I had already robbed her of all of her supplies. All she had left was a backpack with some basic supplies in it. There was a torch she had yet to light, rope, food, and water.

“I wonder…”

I reactivated my senses now that I was in an uninjured body. I then bit into a piece of hard bread she had sitting in her bag.

“It’s gross.” I made a face, but then I grew excited.

I could taste it! That meant I could continue to enjoy food. More than that, I was in the body of a goblin, so I could eat as much as I wanted without gaining any weight. That was incredible! My desire to live increased exponentially.

It was a shame that all this girl had was hard bread and water. I wasn’t interested in any of it. After rummaging through her pack, I decided not to take it. Without her armor and weapon, she wouldn’t dare return to my dungeon. I waved my hand and the goblins dragged her back to the entrance. I left her adventurer’s card in with her bag and had them drop it right next to her body. She remained in the range of my dungeon until she woke up eight hours later. By that point, I had earned about 500 points from her starting from when she entered.

She got up a bit confused, but eventually, she stood up straight, looking around in fear and surprise. When she noticed her armor was gone, she let out a cry, her hand reaching to her sword hilt, although her sword and scabbard were gone too. My goblins were already back on the second floor, so she would have no clue where they were.

I almost thought she’d run back into the dungeon, as she stared at it for quite a long time silently. Finally, she sighed and turned away, picking up her pack and heading back into the forest. Only then did I start to relax. She looked down at the pit that she had fallen in. After a few moments, an idea struck me and I got to work.

“She’s back.”

Two weeks had passed by before the young maiden named Misty returned. Like before, she was wearing armor. However, this one didn’t look nearly as nice as the last one. It wasn’t shaped to her body at all, and it had various nicks and cuts on it. The last one looked worn, while this one looked like it had been pulled out of the garbage. She no longer had a sword, but instead, she was holding a staff. She kneeled like the first time.

“Great goddess, I cannot fail again. Please bless this armor that my father wore when he died battling the demon king. I must have the core. It’s the only way I can save her. Give me the ability to do this goddess.”

She stood up, taking a deep breath, and then entering once again. I watched her with curiosity.

“Ahhhh!” Thud.

“She fell for it.”

I appeared right outside of her pit in spectator mode, looking down where she fell. I had no words. After she had fallen into the pitfall, I had come up with an idea. Hidden pitfalls were identical to pitfalls, except that they were covered and looked like the ground. When you stepped on them, the ground would give way. Now, I couldn’t combine two fall pits. They had to be put at least a foot away from each other, so I couldn’t just make an impassible cavern.

 I reckoned that if someone saw the pitfall and jumped over it, they wouldn’t watch where they landed on the other side. With a hidden pitfall there, they would fall over the edge once again.  The hidden pitfall cost 500 points, twice that of a normal pitfall. However, since she had given me that many points, and so I had used them. I hadn’t expected her to return, let alone for the trick to work on her. After already falling into a fall pit, one would expect her to be especially cautious.

I was summoned by goblins and had her pulled out. The goblin I had cut did recover. He had a scar on his hand, but he otherwise healed up just fine. Once she was back on the ground, I had them strip her of her armor and then I sent them away, leaving on the goblin I was controlling. This time, the clothes under her armor were scrunched up and revealed quite a bit more of her body. The goblin dick was tiny, but it was also stiff looking at her.

“I gave you a chance to leave. You came back.” I panted. “Maybe, a little punishment is in order.

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There was nothing particularly special about my dungeon. It possessed only five floors to the boss room, making it what I considered the typical size for a starting dungeon. It spawned in an area where there was another dungeon within a day’s travel. That dungeon was surrounded by a town, and right in front of it was a large bazaar which brought countless women there every year. Any heroine could stock up on supplies, challenge the dungeon, and put their life on the line to obtain treasures. When they left, they could sell their gains on the way out before returning home with a profit.

This dungeon had no cities and no temples. It was in the middle of the forest with nothing of interest nearby. There weren’t even any deer trails to attract hunters thanks to a local den of wolves. It was an unremarkable place in every way. This dungeon was mine. Perhaps, it was more accurate to say this dungeon was me. About six months ago, I had woken up to find that I had become the core of a dungeon.

I remembered my previous life. I was a forty-year-old obese man living in my parent’s basement. I spent all day drinking Mountain Dew and playing video games. When I wasn’t watching hentai, I was romancing girls in eroge. Take whatever you imagined when you heard the word Otaku, and that was me and more. I jerked off enough to drown a whale. I had no friends and would spend my time online trolling idiots.

The one thing I prided myself on was that I knew exactly who I was. I had no delusions I was some grander person, or that I could be better. I knew I’d never have the girl, or get to see a real woman enact the fantasies in my mind in front of me. It was better to live in a virtual world. Reality sucked. That’s why I enjoyed fantasy so much.

That stagnant lifestyle finally got the better of me, and I died. It started when my arm began to hurt, and then my chest. I stopped being able to breathe. I died there in my chair, my fingers covered in Cheetos, and my pants covered in dried jizz, hentai playing on my monitor screen. My life was over prematurely. It was probably a happy day for my parents, who had given up on moving me out a decade prior. I had been living off of them for years with no signs of leaving, but that was the life I chose.

The next thing I knew, I was in the dark, looking down at my dungeon in an isometric game view. It consisted of only an entrance and a single hallway. I could bring up organized lists filled with rooms, traps, monsters, and more to build, but I could also float around my dungeon like a ghost. I even found my perception could enter monsters. This perception could also leave my dungeon, but only a few dozen meters outside the entrance before things grew fuzzy. It was enough to see my entrance was two pillars and a cave entrance within the clearing inside a forest.

I had nothing better to do, so I used the points I had to build a basic five-level dungeon. The dungeon core system worked with dungeon points. It was all fairly standard. I had a dungeon store from which I could select rooms, traps, and monsters to propagate my dungeon. These were all purchased with dungeon points. My points went up, but very slowly. The cheapest thing on my menu was 100 points, and I only earned about one point an hour.

Thankfully, they started me out with 10,000 points to create a starter dungeon. I used the strategies I learned from gaming to create the best dungeon I could with the points I had. It ended up being five stories deep, costing 1000 points for each additional story. I felt it was worth it though, and I spent the remaining 6,000 points creating four long hallways propagated by traps, monsters, and a final boss room on the fifth floor.

I was pretty proud of what I did. Given how slowly points grew, I considered their gain almost negligible. My only saving grace would be when visitors finally arrived. Thankfully, after a few weeks, I saw a group of armored people approach the cave entrance to my dungeon. Regretfully, they never did more than look inside before turning to leave.

I also noticed that all of them appeared to be women, which I thought was a bit strange. These women wore clothing that didn’t reflect the modern day. There armor and weapons looked like they came straight out of a fantasy setting. I had already gone through my menus, and even though the majority of things were blotted out on account of being too expensive, the things I could afford included goblins, armor, and magic traps, which told me what kind of world I lived in.

Still, for the few moments that those people were in the range of my dungeon, my dungeon points increased by almost a day’s amount. I realized that my points went up with lifeforce. Only by having people enter my dungeon and stay there long-term would I earn points to build more. That’s why I eagerly awaited for my first guest to enter. Yet, everything changed the day she arrived.

When I saw her, I couldn’t believe my eyes. She was a complete beauty. She had green hair and piercing green eyes. I had seen others with different colored hair, so it must be the norm in this world. Such colored hair was natural for this world. She wore a full set of armor, and although it seemed a bit cheap and mismatched, her body wore it perfectly, accentuating her feminine form. It had been shaped for a woman.

I had already been in the world for three months, and it had been nearly a month since the last group had approached my entrance. I was getting a bit worried as she approached. I watched her as she walked to the front of my dungeon entrance and then kneeled. She appeared to be praying, holding some kind of beads in her hand. Even though her words were quiet, I could hear everything within the range of my dungeon, and so I heard her words perfectly.

“Great goddess, please grant me the strength to enter this dungeon. I must reach the bottom and take the crystal core. Since no one has claimed this dungeon yet, no one will mind if I destroy it. The core should be just enough to pay off my family’s debt. Please give me the strength and courage to see this to the end.”

She drew some kind of symbol in the air and then bowed before standing back up. By that time, I would have been frowning if I had a face. I might be a newbie, but I understood that my dungeon core was me. If my dungeon core left the room it was in, it was the same as cutting out my heart. I would die completely. At first, I thought this woman was a blessing, but it turned out she was a demon.

That was always the fine line between dungeons and people. Dungeons needed people to enter so they could extract their energy. People only entered dungeons because of what the dungeons could give them. It was dangerous, and some people could lose their lives in the dungeon. Meanwhile, it was dangerous for the dungeon too, because if someone sought to destroy its core, then the dungeon would be no more.

In the end, this was the result of my own mistake. I had forgotten to propagate my dungeon with any treasure. The option was there, but I had ignored it. That’s why the previous visitors hadn’t entered. They seemed to be able to tell that there was no treasure in my dungeon.

I had been so excited to build this thing, that I had put everything together before I realized I had no points left. Even the simplest treasure chest cost a thousand points, so I hadn’t bothered with it. That’s when a group arrived that was chattier than the previous group. Because of them, I overheard many things. 

“Fuck… I’m so horny.” These words immediately caused me to look at the clearing in front of my dungeon entrance, where a group of four women in armor emerged from the forest, looking tired.

I was surprised both because I understood the language they were speaking, and also because of how vulgar she was being for a woman.

“You’re always horny.” One of the other girls laughed, stretching. “I’d prefer something to eat.”

“Like dick?” The first girl asked.

“Hah! If you can find one, I’ll even share it with you.” She responded, causing the other girls to laugh.

“I don’t care about dicks.” A short-haired girl spoke up. “I’d just like a man to keep me warm at night. I don’t even care about dick.”

“You might as well ask for a unicorn.” The woman who appeared to be in charge snorted.

“Did you hear they have a brothel in Brail? The dilboys there are supposed to be quite skilled.” The self-proclaimed horny girl spoke up.

“Well, you can afford all the dilboys you want when we finish sacking this dungeon.” The other girl laughed. “Are we going to go in?”

“No point.” The leader let out a long sigh, her expression dropping as she looked at some device in her hand. “There is no treasure in this dungeon.”

“Seriously? The last survey team said this dungeon had potential. We came out here for nothing? This place is an twelve hour ride from Brail and we get nothing? I thought you said new dungeons were easy money?” Another girl complained.

“They can be…”

“You…”

“Hey, who told this dungeon to be so stingy? Normally, a new dungeon has limited power. They want to attract visitors so they put out treasures, but that uses up their mana, so they lack the means to protect those treasures. You can usually get four or five treasures and only encounter a single goblin. This miser did the opposite. I detect five floors and multiple monsters, but no treasure.”

“Five floors on a dungeon this new? Who’d want to risk that?” Snorted one of the other girls.

“I won’t… let’s head back. I’ll report to the adventurer’s guild that this dungeon is a Class D, low-profit dungeon.” The leader declared. “At least they’ll give us a few coppers for the update.”

“Stupid dungeon!” One of the girls kicked one of the columns at my entrance. “Don’t be so greedy and maybe more girls would like you.”

Although they didn’t know me at all, those words still stung a bit. The girls turned to leave, and I was helpless to stop them. If they didn’t enter my dungeon, I couldn’t make them stay.

“Hey, leader, isn’t this dungeon only rank F?” 

“I was originally going to take the treasure and then keep it secret as our little cash cow. Since this dungeon wasted my time, it can just die. Technically, a five-level dungeon can be considered rank D. I’m just smudging the assessment a bit. If the guild thinks this dungeon is high risk and unprofitable, they’ll mark it for demolition. Like that, the guild will send a C-class to wipe it out.”

“Hehe, that’s what you get for going against the F-rank party, Passion’s Summit!”

“You say that like lowest rank is something to be happy about, but we only have permission to challenge F-ranked dungeons. Only someone of a higher rank could defeat this dungeon. If we tried, there is no saying we’d succeed.”

“Who cares? This stupid dungeon is doomed anyway.”

That was the last thing said before they were outside of my range, but it left me cold. This was a brutal world. You had to have enough treasure to attract people while simultaneously having enough protection that they couldn’t easily get that treasure. Otherwise, any benefits you gained wouldn’t supersede the treasures you lost. If you grew too fast and weren’t profitable, then they just destroyed you. It was a frustrating system.

Worst of all, I had to meet those hateful adventurers. They planned to take all of my treasures and angry that I didn’t have any, she was going to lie to see me destroyed. I was furious, but there was nothing I could do. That’s why, using up as many points as I could, I got some treasures. My only hope was that whenever the C-class came, they realized the previous people had lied.

Yet, the C-class adventurer had come. She not only didn’t check my dungeon, but she immediately planned for my destruction. After making her prayer to whatever goddess she believed in, she walked into my dungeon with her sword drawn and determination in her eyes. I could only shiver at the thought that she would cut through all of my traps and monsters and slay me. I felt I had used my resources wisely based on my gaming experience, but my dungeon was ultimately untested. The monsters and traps were all of the lowest variety, and while I thought I had used them cleverly, I had no gauge from which to match things.

Worse of all, this was a C-class adventurer, and I was an F-class dungeon. I didn’t know how powerful a C-class was, but I could count the alphabet. I knew enough from games to know that I was outclassed.

“Ahhhhh!” Thud!

“Huh?” My eyes went back to the woman. “She fell?”

The very first trap in my dungeon, and she had fallen into it? The trap was the cheapest trap available. It was called a pitfall. As one could imagine, if you weren’t paying attention to where you were walking, you could fall into it. It didn’t even have any cover over the top. That was known as a hidden pitfall, and those were nearly four times as much. This was just a hole in the ground.

Thankfully, I could shape the hole however I wanted, although there were restrictions. First off, I could only stretch the hole three feet by three feet maximum. The standard hallway size was 4 feet, and while I could get a narrower hallway, they also cost more and I wasn’t sure if the pitfall rules changed in different environments. This meant that a standard pitfall was small enough that someone could jump across, and also there would be a foot of space someone could walk across as long as they were careful.

I had made an L-bend in the hallway, then put a pitfall against the wall. I only used two feet wide by three feet. If someone took the corner while hugging the wall, their next step around the corner would drop them into the pit. It was a twenty-foot drop, so while it could hurt you, it wasn’t deadly. If I knew this girl would fall into it, I wished I had put stakes at the bottom, but that was once again more expensive. There were more options beyond that, but they were too expensive to afford and were thus blocked out.

Either way, this unintuitive and rather simple trap had caused her to fall. I waited for a bit and then realized she wasn’t coming out of it. After twenty minutes, I cautiously summoned some of the goblins from the second floor and had them fish her out. It wasn’t until she was pulled out that I realized she was unconscious. She had fallen and hit her head. Even her helmet had flown off.

“Seriously?”

I stared at the unconscious woman, wondering what I was supposed to do. She wasn’t dead. She was just unconscious. Was this the C-class adventurer that I was supposed to fear?

Meanwhile, my points were increasing faster.

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Hey Guys,

I’m putting this chapter out here. Why MSB? I’ve been kind of writing a lot of content on my site exclusively, and I feel like I need to start putting some stuff out there to attract new readers. I will post this on my site and on MSB. It is a totally raunchy novel fitting well on the themes of this site. I’ll write the summary below.

Summary: When an otaku reincarnates as a dungeon core, he finds himself in a world where almost all men have been wiped out. Women have taken over the roles of adventurers, known as heroines. After a particularly desperate heroine falls into his clutches, he discovers two things. First, that once a heroine is pushed into debauchery and despair, she reawakens as a demoness who will serve her Master in any manner he desires. Second, in a world without men, every woman is thirsty for pleasure. For a man who lived his life watching hentai, he knows how to give women both pleasure and despair, and he plans to corrupt every beautiful heroine in a dungeon that won’t take their life, but it may ruin their bodies and souls.

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Deep underground, five levels below the surface, was a dark room lite only by candlelight. The floor was polished marble, and the walls were made of bricks composed of the magical alloy, black iron. Black iron lined the walls and the ceiling of this single room uniquely, and it served a unique purpose. Black iron wasn’t particularly stronger than other building materials. It didn’t heal itself. It didn’t contain elemental properties. What black iron did do was block all sound. It didn’t just block sound, but it blocked all manner of surveillance. Nothing could be seen within a barrier of black iron, making it a good place for hiding secrets.

If someone entered the room at this moment, they would hear the sound of grunting and moaning. At that moment, there was a squeak and then a thud. A young woman with green hair and green eyes crawled across the floor. Her armor had been torn off and was now crumpled up and destroyed on the side. Her clothes were torn in dozens of places, revealing a great deal of skin all over her body. In particular, her lower half and upper half had been torn off, revealing her naked body.

“No… please… not again…” She desperately tried to crawl away, fear in her eyes.

Behind her, a beast stepped out of the shadows. It was large with a potbelly and only a single eye. Although it was only seven or eight feet tall, if one saw it, they would immediately shout ‘Cyclops!’. It had a loincloth around its hips, but that loincloth had been removed, revealing a large thick rod. It was the side of a baby’s arm, and easily twelve inches long. All of it was currently reaching full erectness, pointing directly at the woman crawling away.

“How many times has it been?” The cyclops spoke, causing her to look back in horror.

“Y-you can speak? Cyclops can’t speak!” She cried out.

“Dungeon mobs are only copies, manifestations of the dungeon core. They can create the form of any creature, trap, or environment, but these are only as powerful as the core that controls them. This form of mine is no more a cyclops than you are a heroine.”

A look of hurt appeared in her eyes. “I am too a heroine!”

“You have entered my dungeon five times now. Five times you have tried to destroy me. You claim to be a heroine, but you come here knowing nothing about dungeons. You want to defeat us, but you don’t even understand us.”

Her eyes started to widen. “Y-you’re the dungeon core! You’re the one doing all of those… wicked things.”

“You seek to destroy me,” I spoke as the cyclops, even though my core was hidden in a room just beyond this one. “You call me wicked, but isn’t the only reason you’re here to kill me for money? Although I’m just considered a beginner dungeon core, dungeon cores are worth money, right?”

“This dungeon is unclaimed by any local town or people, so no one wants it. I-it’s the only way I can save my little sister.” She spoke shamefully with her head down.

“Whatever your reason, you’re still a murderer for hire. Even so, I spared your life. How did you repay me? You reequipped and returned to kill me again. Every time, you have failed to defeat me, and I have left you with a worse punishment. Yet, you still came back. This has caused me to realize the truth. You like my little punishments.”

“Ah!” She cried out, looking up. “That’s not true!”

“There are only women in this world. That vast majority of men have been wiped out, correct?

“You realized?” She asked and then closed her mouth with a click as she realized she had just given me information.

I continued anyway. “A young maiden who can’t experience the love of a man. It’s no wonder you’ll take whatever stimulation you can get.”

“Not true…” She argued back.

“Oh? Is that why you’re so wet looking at this monster cock I crafted?”

She closed her legs, her face turning red. “I-it’s not true.”

“You know, the first time you came, I merely left you naked at the front of my cave. Every time, we escalated from there, and you seemed almost eager to charge into my dungeon. This last time, you didn’t even bother to get your armor fixed. I should have known after I violated you that you were just a pervert that liked it.”

“I have no money left!” She insisted. “H-How could… I… like that…”

As she spoke, the energy seemed to leave her, her eyes holding helplessness and shame. It was a very cute expression on such a scantily clad beauty. I was in control of this cyclops, and when I controlled the cyclops, I could feel what it felt. In short, as long as I willed it, the Cyclops was just an extension of my body. Anything I made in the dungeon, even inanimate objects, could become an extension of my body.

That’s why I could feel the thick erection in between my legs. I picked this Cyclops exactly because it had that massive dick, and was both humanoid and big enough to overpower this girl. That was because I had decided if she barged back in, I’d finally have her. Seeing her squirm on the floor, I began to advance on her, more aroused than I had ever been in my life. After forty years of living as an Otaku, some god must have blessed me. I had the chance to fuck a slutty beauty.

Seeing me descending on her, she tried to crawl away from me, her body shaking. I reached down and grabbed her ankle, dragging her back towards me. I felt the Cyclops’ dick twitch. She looked up at me, a mixture of fear and what I took for arousal in her eyes. My Cyclops’ self was not the most attractive beast, but I had chosen the one with the biggest dick. That was what mattered. She whimpered as she looked up at me, her hands on the floor in front of her.

She was breathing heavily, her breasts rising and falling. It was obvious she was getting aroused by the sight of my huge member. I felt my confidence building. Her eyes were focused on my cock, so I decided to try a little test. I brought my other hand down, grabbing her breast. She gasped but didn’t stop me. The skin of her tit was incredibly soft. It was so pliable.

I kneaded her tit in my hand, her nipple poking against the palm of my hand. I had never touched a woman like this before. She was making little moans of pleasure. It was time. I reached down and tore off the loincloth that was all that protected her modesty. She gasped, reaching down to cover herself.

My cock throbbed. Her pussy was covered in green hair like a moist tropical forest, her lips were a dripping wet chasm. She was aroused. She wanted me. My mind was already made up. I grabbed her arm, pinning it to the ground and pressing myself against her. I had never felt this excited before. My heart was pounding, my dick harder than ever.

Her pussy was warm. The warmth seemed to spread through my dick and then my entire body. I pressed myself into her, her wet lips spreading for me. My cock slid easily into her, her tight inner walls parting for me.

It was a wonderful feeling. Her pussy was incredibly hot, and tight, and slick. I had never felt something so wonderful. It felt better than any game, better than any anime. This is what a real woman felt like?

“Haaahn…” She cried, but she didn’t fight me at all, even spreading her legs a bit with her head tilted back and her mouth hanging open.

She looked even more sexy with such a face. She was a true beauty. I felt my dick twitch inside her. It was amazing. I felt like I could stay like this forever. I wanted her. I was going to have her. I wanted to hear her screams.

I reached out and grabbed her arms, pinning them to the ground and beginning to thrust into her. Her tits bounced in front of my face, her body rocking back and forth with the force of my thrusts. She was crying out, her voice being lost against my soundproof room. Her moans and cries sounded so erotic, and I was making her like that.

It was amazing. It was incredible. I felt myself getting close.

“N-no…” She whimpered, “I don’t want this!”

Her voice was a whisper, barely audible over her moans and the slapping sound of my pelvis smacking into her wet thighs. She was still saying no? I couldn’t hold myself back. It felt too good.

“No…” She said again. “Not like this…”

Her eyes were looking up at me, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes. But I couldn’t stop myself. She was so warm and wet and soft. It felt so good. I had never felt anything like this. I felt the orgasm building up. My balls tensed, my cock hardened. It was happening.

I felt the first wave of cum rushing up my cock. I pressed myself deep into her, holding her legs down as my cum rushed up my cock and spurted into her. Her eyes went wide, her back arched, her legs stiffened. It was like the sensation was too much for her. The force of her orgasm caused her pussy to tighten around my dick, milking more cum out of me.

I came inside her for a solid minute, the orgasm the best thing I had ever felt. The intensity was unbelievable. When it was finally over, I pulled out of her, letting her legs go. I sat back, admiring my work. Her eyes were half-closed, and her chest was heaving.

My cum leaked from her pussy, pooling beneath her on the stone floor. Her eyes were glazed, her breath coming in shallow gasps.

“Ah… I didn’t want… ah… I didn’t want to lose my virginity… like this…”

A little bit of blood leaked out as well. She had been a virgin. She had been a virgin and she had come into my dungeon. She had been a virgin and now she was mine. I had claimed her. She was the first woman I had ever fucked. I felt a swell of pride. This was the best day of my life. I had claimed my first woman, and she was a true beauty. Just thinking about it made my Cyclops dick grow hard once again.

I grabbed her, picking her up. I was a strong Cyclops now. I could lift hundreds of pounds, so how could a petite girl like her even resist? I shoved her against the wall, and then impaled her back down onto my cock as I held her up. Her eyes widened once again as she felt it tearing into her. The first time, I had only managed to get my head in, but this time I pushed until half my cock was inside her.

“Haahhhn… ahhh…”

She was panting, her tongue lolling out of her mouth. It was such an erotic look, and the way she was squeezing around my cock felt incredible. I held her there, suspended on my cock, and began to bounce her on it. Her body was so soft, her ass felt wonderful in my hands. I reached down, groping her ass excitedly.

She cried out, her voice filled with pained lust. The sounds of her moans and the wet slap of our hips filled the room. I felt myself getting closer. I couldn’t hold myself back. Not this time. She was too tight and warm and wet. I felt the cum rushing up my cock again, and with one last thrust, I pressed myself as deep into her as I could, my cock pressing into her womb.

I felt the orgasm exploding within her. It was a strange sensation as if I could feel her every pulse and spasm. I felt her pussy clenching down around me, trying to milk every drop of cum out of my cock. I pressed my dick deep into her, forcing the cum into her womb. The orgasm lasted much longer this time. I lost count of how many times her pussy spasmed around me, each pulse causing her to cry out.

“Please… no more…” She begged.

Her begging only aroused me more. My dick didn’t even soften this time. I just remained hard even after cumming. I couldn’t get enough. I needed her. I was going to take her. I pulled her off my dick, and she slumped to the floor, panting. Her face was flushed, her chest heaving, her body shaking.

I reached down, grabbed her hair, and yanked her to her knees. She cried out, looking up at me with fearful eyes.

“Please no… more…” She pleaded, tears running down her cheeks.

It was too sexy. I had never been so aroused. The sight of her looking up at me with those eyes, the knowledge that she had just been fucked, the memory of the warmth of her body, all of it was too much.

I slapped her with my cock, smearing her face with the mix of her juices and my cum. She looked up at me, a terrified look in her eyes.

“No… not in my mouth… please…” She begged.

“I can do whatever I want to you.”

She looked up at me, tears running down her face. I had won. I was in control. She was mine.

I pressed my dick against her mouth, pushing my head between her lips. She closed her eyes, whimpering, but didn’t resist. I pushed myself into her mouth, pressing my dick deep into her throat.

She gagged but didn’t struggle. I began to fuck her mouth, thrusting my dick in and out of her throat. I reached down, grabbed her head, and pushed myself as deep into her mouth as I could. She choked, her throat constricting around my dick, her lips pressing against the base of my cock.

I looked down at her, her face covered in tears and cum. It was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen.

I began to fuck her mouth harder, using her head like a toy. Her mouth was warm and wet, her tongue massaging the underside of my dick. It felt amazing. It was even better than her pussy. I could feel the pleasure building, my balls beginning to tense. I was going to cum again.

“Swallow it.”

I pushed my dick as far into her throat as it would go. She gagged, but I didn’t let her move. I held her there, her lips pressed against the base of my cock, her throat squeezing my head. It was too much. I felt the orgasm building, my balls tensing. The pressure built, and then released.

I came straight into her throat. She was choking, gagging, but I held her there, her lips pressed against the base of my dick. I could feel the warmth spreading through my body, the pleasure overwhelming me. It was like I had died and gone to heaven.

The orgasm seemed to go on forever. Her throat was squeezing me, her tongue massaging me. I could feel her lips pressed against my base, her nose pressed into my abdomen. It was incredible.

When the orgasm finally ended, I pulled out of her mouth, letting her fall to the floor. She was coughing, gasping for air. I looked down at her, taking in the sight of her. Her face was covered in tears, cum, and spit. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. She started crawling away again, but I grabbed her ass and pulled her back. This time, I stuck it in her pussy in doggie.

“I can’t… you’re breaking me.” She begged.

But I couldn’t stop. It felt too good. Her pussy was so tight, and wet. The sensation was amazing. I couldn’t get enough of it. I began to fuck her, pumping my dick in and out of her. She was moaning and whimpering, her eyes closed, her body trembling. She was still resisting.

She was still saying no, but I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to stop. The feeling was too good. Her pussy was tight and wet and warm. It felt incredible. I began to fuck her harder, slamming my dick into her. She was crying out, her body shaking. She was cumming.

“Stop… ahhh… no…” She moaned, her body shaking.

I kept fucking her, my dick slamming into her, her body bouncing with the force of my thrusts.

“No… haah… ahh…”

She was moaning and whimpering, her body shaking. She was cumming again. It was too much. I couldn’t hold back. I began to cum, pumping my seed into her. She was moaning and crying, her body shaking, her pussy clenching around me. It was too much. I was lost in the pleasure. It was the most intense orgasm of my life.

After what seemed like an eternity, the pleasure finally began to subside. I slumped forward, exhausted. She was lying there, panting, her face a mask of pleasure. She was covered in cum and sweat, her hair a mess. I had picked the right body. This cyclops was insatiable. I had more energy than I had even as a teenager. I was already getting hard again. It was like, as long as my mind willed it, the cyclops would get erect.

I fucked her again, and then again, and then again. It was hard to say how many times I fucked her, but she eventually stopped protesting. After that, her expression started to change. First, there was hopelessness. Then there was acceptance. That moved onto a dull-eyed expression like all light was lost in the world. It was despair. Yet, as night came today, even the dull-eyed expression started to twist. She started to moan more. She started to participate. It was like she had lost her mind. At that point, she began to follow orders.

“I’m tired, get on top,” I ordered.

She slowly stood up and then squatted on my dick like a good girl. Her eyes seemed to be growing less and less hinged. She began to ride my cock.

“That’s a good girl.”

She didn’t answer but kept riding me. She was moving her hips in a circular motion, grinding her pelvis against me. She was moaning and whimpering, her body trembling.

“You like it?” I asked.

“Yes… ahh…” She moaned.

She was breathing heavily, her eyes half closed.

“Are you my slut?”

“Yes… ahhn… ahh…”

She was grinding against me, her pussy squeezing around my dick.

“Tell me you’re my slut.”

“I’m your… haaahn… slut…”

Her body was trembling, her eyes glazed.

“Are you going to obey me?”

“Yes… aahhhn… yes…”

“Are you going to come back to my dungeon?”

“Yes… ahhn… aahhh…”

She was shaking, her body trembling.

“Are you going to bring your friends to my dungeon?”

“Yesssss… aahhhhh!”

Her body went rigid, her pussy clenching around my dick. Her orgasm was intense, her pussy spasming around me. Her body was shaking, her eyes glazed. As she came, magic seemed to rise, wrapping around her body. As this was happening, her body started to change. Her once green eyes turned red, and she grew two horns from her head. A tail also began to grow out of her backside. As I was trying to figure out what was happening, I was surprised to see an announcement pop up.

[You have corrupted a heroine. She has now become your demoness minion. Use her to corrupt more heroines.]

So, this was my purpose in this world. How had it gotten to this point?

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