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Another week passed by, and Gobby did his job getting all of the girls pregnant. However, I noticed that once pregnant, their DP generation slowed down by quite a bit. All five of them now only gave about the same DP as two of them did previously. They still gained some, but it was at a noticeably slower rate. The life force that I was extracting from the heroines must have been diverting to the babies.
Well, I guess no free lunch existed in this world. If I was going to breed goblins, there would still be sacrifices to be made. On top of that, the girls also ate a fair amount. I was shocked by their appetites, which nearly matched their horniness. All these girls did all day was eat, fuck, and sleep. I mean, I put them in cages, so it wasn’t like there was anything else to do but it still felt painful to see what should have been a fortnight’s worth of food gone in a mere week.
As soon as I had introduced my breeding plan, Misty described what happened to women who were bred by a monster. It wasn’t uncommon for heroines who were captured by a monster to then be forced into mothering their children. The outcome for these women wasn’t pleasant.
The dungeon guild offered survival classes that taught women to just let it happen and then use any opportunity to escape. After all, they could have it magically terminated once they survived. Yet, sometimes, the women failed to escape and ended up going full term before another party could come and rescue them. Those who survived were usually ill and emaciated. If their rescue took too long, they were usually dead before they could produce a second generation of babies.
I didn’t mind that too much. If the party was eventually wiped out, I’d still end up with twenty-some goblins. That was enough to start my goblin village. Plus, I’d get all of their DP too. It wasn’t like these women were able to return to polite society after everything was done to them. Yet, the more I looked into things, the more I suspected that their deaths were preventable. It was likely that the mothers died because they weren’t being properly cared for.
Those little goblin babies must have been sucking all the energy out of those girls. I supposed for them to pop out a half dozen babies in under a month, the mass needed to come from somewhere. I suspected this was why female breeders looked so emaciated and sickly by the time the babies came, and why they didn’t survive the pregnancies without returning to human society. The monsters who captured them probably didn’t feed them enough, so the monster babies sucked them dry.
It wasn’t depression or exposure that killed them. It was malnutrition! Of course, this was only my theory. I’d have to make sure these girls were sufficiently fed for the next few months if I wanted to test that theory out. That meant that I needed to come up with a cheap source of food. The mushroom farm couldn’t possibly produce results now. My only thought was to ask Misty.
“Food, Master?”
I nodded. “What do heroines do for a cheap and reliable source of food?’
Misty bit her lip thoughtfully, her red eyes glowing in the low lighting around my core room. She lived in there with me, partially because it was nice to have the company, and also because she was my last line of defense from any enemy. After her demonification process, Misty didn’t seem to need to eat and was completely loyal, having no problem waiting long periods in silence until I needed her for something.
“There is no reliable food when you’re a heroine until you become rich.” She sighed. “Most heroines under a B-rank are scavengers. The new heroines will invest in rations, but anyone more experienced wouldn’t waste their month. Often, the monetary gains at those low levels are barely enough to counteract the cost of food.”
“Really…”
“Mm… just look over at Unbroken Bond. They originally arrived with two weeks of food. Food and supplies for a party of four, for two weeks would cost half a gold coin, that’s fifty silver coins. In exchange, they usually only can bring back a potion, and maybe some steel weapon. The potion might be worth a gold coin, and the weapon might be another two. In short, you risk your life and spend two weeks to earn seventy-five silver, after splitting four ways.”
“It’s that bad, huh?”
“Mm… that’s why experienced heroines scavenge everything. We eat anything we can kill.”
“So, I need something that can be gathered easily or breeds quickly so that I can feed the girls.”
“Doesn’t Master already have that?”
“Huh? I do?”
“Isn’t the colony on the second floor growing quickly, and the Rat King can always summon more.”
“Urk! Ahem, sorry.” I threw up in my mouth slightly. “Did you say something?”
“Master, every heroine eventually has to eat a rat at some point in their life.”
“I see… although that gives me an idea.”
Without saying anything else to Misty, I appeared on the second floor next to the Rat King. He was hiding in an alcove, and as soon as I appeared, he jumped in fear. This guy was skittish.
“I have a question for you,” I told the rat boss.
“Squee?” It looked up at me.
“How many rats do you have under you now?”
“Squee!” He looked proud.
“I see,” Somehow, I understood he said 107. “Can you give the rats orders?”
“Squee?”
“If I wanted to send them out to do scavenging, can they bring back items… for example, berries?
“Squee…”
“They would struggle, bringing things back that might not even be edible due to their low intelligence… I see…” I looked a bit disappointed.
“Squee, squee, squee?”
“What’s that? If you evolved, you would have greater control over the rats, and their intelligence would also increase… Why do I feel like you’re trying to con me? Are you just upset that so many other monster’s evolved and you haven’t?”
“Squee! Squee…” He shook his head in protest.
I let out a long sigh. “I need you to expand your rat operation. Raid camps, and bushes, and even lure predators like birds and bunnies. Maybe we can set up some snares and your guys can lure them back to base to become our food.”
“Squee, squee, squee squee…”
“Alright.” I threw up my hands. “I bequeath you, Rat King, the name Squee. You are Squee the Rat King.”
[-5000 DP Deducted. Rat King has become the named monster, Squee.]
[Rat King has evolved into a Rat Emperor. Rat Emperor can control a greater number of rats. They have greater control of the rats, and can imbue upon them status buffs at will.]
“Pricey.” I made a face.
I was glad it evolved him. I have no other way of inducing evolution other than giving them a name. Evolution otherwise seemed to come from experience. After seeing Gobby evolve into a Goblin Champion, I had some hopes for the Rat King, but ultimately the system saw a Rat King as much more valuable than a Goblin and charged me more for naming it.
“Squee.” Squee seemed excited.
“Well, at least you didn’t learn language skills, start expanding your colony and send them out to collect food.”
Hopefully, I could ratatouille up some grub for those girls. If not, I’d feed them rats instead. Should I have told Squee his rats were scavenging for their lives? Nah, they’d figure it out soon enough. I didn’t like confrontation, so why threaten them until they gave me a reason to do so?
I headed back down, moving through the ceilings to drop back to the fifth floor. I could instantly transfer my spectator body, but I used to be human, so it felt strange teleporting everywhere. Plus, who knew what ideas or issues I might discover? Part of life is a journey or something like that. As a result, I ended up dropping into the goblin village.
“Please. Me next!”
“No, I want it…”
“I miss the tentacles…”
Gobby was giving the leader of the Unbroken Bond his meat. He was working hard, panting as he thrust into her from behind, his body covered in sweat. In the other cages, the girls who all just started showing were all looking at him thirstily. They were practically humping the bars of their cage as they watched them pleasure their friend. The only one who kept her cool was the crazy girl from Passion’s Summit, who was staring off in a daze, humming to herself while stroking her stomach. I realized she was looking at where the cyclops likely was in the boss room below.
I gave a fake cough. It seemed like even Gobby wasn’t enough. I didn’t know if it was the influence of the evil bone, if these girls were already mentally broken, or if this was all just a product of extreme boredom, but they all wanted Gobby’s cock, and while his flesh was willing, it seemed one goblin wasn’t enough for four thirsty sluts. Until their babies grew up and could help with the breeding, Gobby had too much on his plate.
Of course, since they were all already pregnant, Gobby’s real job was over and was now only being a good host, keeping the girls entertained. I could call it making the best of a crappy situation. That’s when I noticed another person in the room. Looking around the corner at the group of women was Sandy. She was doing her best to be inconspicuous, but she was watching them with some interest.
She had been like that before. When I had Passion’s Summit locked in cages under the Cyclops’s care, she’d often stare at them for hours on end. If they weren’t practically delirious, it might have caused them to become even more unhinged.
“What are you doing?” I asked Sandy.
Sandy glanced over at me calmly and then looked back at the group of women. “Help.”
“Huh?” I blinked. “You want to help those women?”
She nodded fervently. My thoughts went to all kinds of places. Did she want to help free them? Did she want to improve their life? Deciding I was a bit curious, I stepped back and gave her a nod.
She looked over at me, and then cautiously stepped out from behind the corner and approached the cage. Although she was out in the open, the girls were all too focused on their stuff to notice her approach. The cage she approached first was the cage of the mage. She unlatched the cage. I tensed slightly. The cages could only be unlatched from the outside. Thus, when the goblin was doing his thing, the door was open, and the girl could escape. None of the girls had attempted it, but a goblin champion was pretty strong, on the level of a D-rank adventurer, and unlikely to be defeated by an unarmed F-rank heroine.
However, Sandy was a mimic. Her only danger came in surprise. If the girl made an honest effort to escape, she might’ve been able to. Of course, escaping the cage didn’t mean she’d be able to escape the dungeon, but it still made me nervous. The mage finally seemed to notice someone else had entered her cage. She glanced at Sandy with a confused expression on her face. That’s when Sandy suddenly erupted in tentacles.
I jumped as dozens of tentacles came out and grabbed the mage. One of the other adventurers screamed. For a second, I thought Sandy was going to eat the girl, but then I started hearing moaning. The black mage resisted at first, but her body quickly fell into the rhythms that she had become used to shortly after coming to this dungeon. Her eyes became filled with excitement. Although she had settled for goblin dick the past week, it was clear that she missed the violations of the tentacle monster.
Of course, I couldn’t move the monster down here. It was an immobile monster from the beginning and already assigned permanently to that floor. However, I never considered that Sandy as a mimic could also copy the monster. Its body was mostly just pale flesh stretched over a lumpy form, nothing to be attracted by, but the mage didn’t seem to care as she became wrapped up in its defiling tentacles.
Although the tentacle monster did have some intelligence, it was mostly a creature that functioned on instinct. When it probed a girl, it was mostly moving randomly with cause. However, Sandy was a mimic and a named creature. More than that, she spent the majority of her time as a woman. I’d even had sex with her several times, making her aware of the parts of a woman that turned them on. Simply put, she was familiar with a woman’s body, so as she controlled the tentacles, her actions were a lot more effective than the poor monster on the second floor.
She knew how to play with a woman’s breasts, rubbing them, kneading them, pinching and twisting the nipples. She knew the power of licking and sucking on a woman’s pussy. She even knew to violate her ass as well as her pussy. Sandy knew what would drive a woman crazy and the mage was quickly reduced to a puddle of pleasure. Furthermore, her tentacles weren’t limited to their basic shape. She could change the ends to anything she wanted, from mouths to penises.
Sandy’s tentacles wrapped around the woman and she was soon suspended in the air. The tentacles held her tightly, leaving no room for her to squirm, or attempt to escape. The tentacles played with the mage’s body. Her hands and feet were left free, but the rest of her was completely immobilized. They twisted her nipples, rubbed her clit, and fucked her holes.
The tentacles that had been inside her mouth moved out and started teasing her, but the mage eagerly wrapped her lips around it and sucked. The mage was completely lost in her sexual fantasy, moaning wildly as Sandy brutalized her with extreme efficiency. The mage was quickly driven wild, squirming around the tentacles. Finally, her orgasm ripped through her body.
When it was over, the mage hung limply in the tentacles, exhausted from the powerful experience. Sandy lightly set her back down in her sheets and even covered her up with a blanket before turning back into her female form. Gobby looked over at her with a bit of awe. He was still balls-deep in the lead girl, still trying to bring her to orgasm. Meanwhile, Sandy didn’t look like she had broken a sweat.
She left the black mage’s cage and then entered the cage of the white mage. The white mage stared at her warily. She had been the one who screamed when she saw the tentacles. After getting over the withdrawals of her mana dosing, she seemed to be one of the more lucid girls. She had still accepted her situation but was a bit wary of the monsters.
“I don’t want… tentacles,” the white mage said nervously.
Sandy tilted her head, and then her body changed. Gobby’s dick slipped, plunging into the girl’s ass. This was because the cage next to his suddenly had a second Gobby there.
“Ah! Wrong hole! Wrong hole!” the girl cried, trying to get Mimic Gobby to pull his dick out of her.
The white mage looked at the goblin and made a face. “I don’t like… men. Can you… turn back to your other form?”
Her words caused the other girls to glance her way, but she kept her eyes on Sandy. Sandy went back to her pink-haired form.
The white mage blushed slightly looking at her. “Do you have… a dildo we can use?”
Sandy looked down at her crotch, and soon her pussy switched into the form of an erect penis. She then glanced back up at the white mage?”
“Okay?”
The white mage’s face reddened more, but she nodded. She even crawled up and started to suck Sandy’s dick like a pro. She didn’t like men? She was certainly gobbling down that dick! Did that mean she liked ladyboys? Well, whatever, I continued to watch as Sandy took the lead, plowing the girl with her dick.
While this was going on, Gobby and his girl took note and seemed to jointly discover their love for anal sex. The goblin pounded away at her ass, and she was moaning in pleasure. That wouldn’t do for breeding in the future. I’d have to make sure he knew where to dump his load before indulging in the other stuff.
While I was enjoying the show, I suddenly felt a shiver run through my back. It was an ominous feeling, like something bad was going to happen. I tried to ignore it at first, but the threatening feeling only grew stronger. Eventually, I headed back to my core room and then switched to my bird’s eye view. I looked all around, but I didn’t see anything out of place.
It was a day later when I finally realized why I’d had such a feeling. A person had entered my dungeon area. The moment they had must have been the moment that unpleasant chill had run through me. It was just a single heroine, but she wore high-tier-looking get up. She had two pigtails of gleaming baby white hair, but her face was hard to see. She held a thin rapier in one hand, but on her back, a few mounds suggested she was packing more firepower under her cloak.
However, the thing that terrified me the most was that the moment she stepped into my space, the DP generation spiked through the roof. I had never seen my DP climb this quickly before.
“Misty…” I showed the girl on the screen, hoping Misty would play down my worries.
Instead, her face turned white. “Oh no.”
“What? What!”
“It’s Master.” She looked at me with fear in her eyes. “The Dungeon Guildmistress, River!”
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