Chapter 361: We Got Played
Levis Ann hastily led her troops out of the dungeon. The ceiling collapsing was something she hadn’t anticipated at all, and her soldiers fled in a panic.
"...Damn it."
Every last soldier was shell-shocked. None of them could collect themselves after the horrifying scene they’d witnessed with their own eyes.
"In a proper fight, I’d have his head in one swing...."
Levis Ann ground her teeth, thinking of the potbellied orc. She wanted nothing more than to charge back into the dungeon, stab the orc through the heart, and slice off his genitals, but the entrance to the dungeon itself was completely blocked.
"Can we even get back in like this...?"
Even at a glance, the collapsed earth looked thick. It would take ages to break through the dungeon. Trying to dig through it by hand would obviously take an enormous amount of time and effort.
"We need to regroup...."
She needed a moment to rest. She had to clear her head and gather her thoughts. Otherwise, the image of that poor woman being treated like a pet by the orc would keep tormenting her mind.
"Commander! Please, give the order!!"
Some of the subjugation force soldiers were already standing at the dungeon entrance, eager to push forward again. They were clearly in a state of extreme agitation. And understandably so.
"Please, I’m begging you! My daughter was taken by the orcs...!"
"Save them! My wife must be held hostage in there! If that insane orc does anything to her, aaagh!"
Levis Ann felt sympathy for the soldiers writhing in anguish, but she had to give them a cold order.
"We’re pulling back. We return to the Zabiyaba outpost and reorganize."
"Commander!!"
"You can’t dig through a mound of dirt with a sword!!"
At Levis Ann’s sharp rebuke, the soldiers fell silent. Her roar, loud enough to shake the entire forest, was amplified by divine power and carried in every direction.
"To break through a blocked passage like that, we need mages or spirit wielders! Most of us who rushed here are just swordsmen! It’d be one thing if we had plenty of adventurers, but we don’t!"
They had sprinted from Spica Castle to the dungeon at full speed for nearly half a day. Most of them were soldiers from the barony who had charged here with nothing but the desire to save the hostages. The adventurers, who were supposed to be the backbone of any dungeon assault, were mostly stationed near Zabiyaba.
"We regroup our ranks! Leave the dungeon to the adventurers! Our priority is retaking Zabiyaba, the empty town, our families’ homes!!"
The soldiers’ complaints gradually subsided. They had learned firsthand that reality was too harsh to save the hostages on willpower alone, and the thought that dungeon assaults should be left to the experts quickly took hold.
"...Ngh!"
The soldiers held back their tears and raised their heads. If sheer killing intent could slay the enemy, they would have brought the entire dungeon crashing down, but unfortunately, the dungeon’s passage remained firmly sealed shut.
"We march back to Zabiyaba! And is there anyone among us who’s an A-rank adventurer?!"
At Levis Ann’s call, a single mercenary with a dented shoulder guard stepped forward from the adventurers. The large man with disheveled blue hair seemed to have injured his shoulder deflecting wind arrows from the dark elves.
"Just me. The rest of my companions stayed in the city."
"Your name?"
"Barba."
"Oh! So you’re Barba the Ironblood!"
Strapped to the man’s back was a massive mace, larger than his own body. It looked somewhat too large to swing inside a dungeon, much like Levis Ann’s own weapon, but the man was a mercenary who had distinguished himself so greatly on the front lines that Levis Ann remembered his epithet.
"Ironblood? What’s Ironblood doing here?"
"He’s supposed to be on the front lines. Why is he here...?"
"Wait, that guy is Ironblood?"
A mix of unease and relief flashed across the soldiers’ faces. They wondered why a warrior capable of soloing dungeons ranked in the sixties was here, while at the same time feeling reassured that such a seasoned dungeon-clearing veteran was among them.
Of course, Levis Ann had known he was there and had called on him deliberately.
"What’s your assessment? What would it take to break through a dungeon with a blocked entrance?"
"...Bring in heavy equipment and shovel out all the earth, summon a spirit wielder contracted with an earth spirit, or use magic to compact the ground. Unfortunately, the forces currently present here cannot break through a dungeon like that."
The veteran adventurer’s assessment left the soldiers crestfallen. Their morale may have dropped, but at least they now had a legitimate reason for not being able to assault the dungeon immediately.
"...There’s no choice, then! Servants of the Goddess! Hold the anger you feel right now inside your hearts! We retake Zabiyaba first, secure a home for them to return to, then strike the dungeon with everything we’ve got! I’ll contact the Church and call in the Holy Knights!"
Hope settled over the soldiers’ faces. At the Holy Knight Commander’s declaration that she would summon the Holy Knights who fought on the front lines, a real hope that they could clear the dungeon and rescue the hostages was born.
"So when we turn around now, it is not a retreat! It is reclaiming our stolen home! We march on Zabiyaba!!"
The soldiers began marching with renewed vigor. She called it a march, but their steps were heavy. Levis Ann noticed the soldiers kept looking back over their shoulders but didn’t stop them.
’The tables have turned.’
The soldiers were supposed to lay siege to Zabiyaba while the adventurers handled the dungeon assault. But the enemy’s scheme had switched their roles. As Levis Ann moved toward Zabiyaba, she carefully mulled over the enemy’s tactics.
’He’s someone who exploits the human heart with cunning.’
He had dangled flashy-looking bait to lure the adventurers, who excelled at dungeon raids, toward Zabiyaba. Meanwhile, he’d taken hostages to draw the soldiers, who were better suited for field and siege warfare, into the dungeon. And inside the dungeon, he’d deliberately shown the soldiers exactly how the hostages were being used, driving them into a frenzy.
’We got played.’
If the opponent had been an ordinary Demon King’s Army commander, this would have been worthy of admiration for its brilliant tactics and deception.
To exaggerate slightly, it was on par with the likes of Eligos, ranked 15th, or Zepar, ranked 16th, both of whom she regularly faced on the front lines. But despite that, the orc opponent deserved no praise whatsoever; she wanted nothing more than to kill him on the spot.
[I’m going to fuck you.]
"That insane orc...!"
Just thinking about it made her sick. How could a monster even think of violating a human? An orc declaring he would violate a human was essentially saying he would turn her into an egg-laying doll.
’I’ll kill him.’
Simply killing him wouldn’t be enough. Since he loved sex so much, she’d start by cutting off that filthy member and shoving it up the orc’s ass. Among the Holy Knights’ inquisitors, there was one with a burning vendetta against monsters; she’d ask him to drive a heated iron stake into the orc’s backside.
’If I lose, I’m the one getting impaled.’
That could never happen. The only one she would ever give her body to would be nothing less than the Hero of the Holy Sword.
"They’re both orcs, so why are they so different...?"
One of them made her suspect he might have been a distinguished noble in a past life, while the other was garbage she didn’t even want to mention by name. Orcs really should all just be wiped out.
"Saintess...."
Levis Ann prayed to the Saintess. If the orc were to lay hands on the Saintess, she might never forgive herself.
"...I need to focus on what’s in front of me for now. The enemy’s dungeon is... at least ranked in the thirties."
The words she deliberately let slip made the soldiers flinch. It was a dungeon far too powerful for a small barony in the kingdom to handle.
’Let’s get back to Zabiyaba first.’
Knight Gray should have already set up a base camp with the accompanying priests. Now that they knew the hostages were at least alive, the top priority was retaking Zabiyaba.
Shhhh...
The darkness faded, and sunlight slowly began to illuminate the world. Levis Ann gripped her lance shaft, praying that the light was a sign heralding humanity’s victory.
"That’s right. Humanity is the one that wins."
Steeling her resolve, Levis Ann moved toward the outpost.
Two hours later.
"Knight Gray has been abducted by the enemy! Among the regular soldiers and adventurers, the number taken by the enemy is a staggering fifty-six...!"
"...What...?"
The moment she returned to the main camp, what greeted Levis Ann was the devastating news that the number of hostages had grown.
***
The adventurer Mirp Hounter had been unfortunate enough to be captured by the enemy’s cavalry. The unicorns carrying dullahans had used their horns to skewer the backs of the men’s necks and snatch them away.
They hadn’t actually pierced their necks. Only the armor or clothing at the back of the neck had been impaled, but even so, those who were taken couldn’t put up any resistance.
"Hehehehe!"
The dullahans burst into feminine laughter as they subdued the captured adventurers to keep them from moving. Bound by lassos, the captives couldn’t fight back.
Crash!
The captured soldiers were all thrown into the Ras Vegas square. The orcs waiting in the square bound their bodies with practiced hands. Like mummies lying in coffins.
"P-please, spare me!!"
Mirp thrashed his head side to side in fierce resistance. His body was curled up like a caterpillar, but at least he could still move his head.
"Oh my, isn’t this one kind of handsome?"
"He reeks of women. ...And not just any woman; he smells like one who’s given birth."
Mirp gulped as he looked up at the two women standing over him. One was a woman with skin as pale as a corpse, and the other had the appearance of a young child.
What stood out was that the corpse-like woman had a scar on her neck where it had clearly been severed, and the young girl had a yellow horn growing from her forehead.
A dullahan, and a unicorn.
He’d seen male ones before, but never females. The fact that they were female was surprising enough, but what was even more astonishing was that by human standards, they were remarkably beautiful.
"Ah... so I’m going to be eaten by you two?"
"Yep."
"That’s why we kidnapped you. Hehe."
The dullahan and unicorn looked down at Mirp and licked their lips. Mirp thought for a moment that it looked seductive, but in reality, they were just salivating at the thought of devouring him.
"...Mercy! Just don’t eat me alive!"
If he was going to die anyway, a painless death was preferable. Remembering a companion who had been torn apart and eaten alive by goblins, Mirp begged for mercy.
"Just kill me quickly...!"
"Sure. We’ll kill you."
"You’ll die of pleasure, though."
Rustle, rustle.
The dullahan pulled down her pants. The unicorn lifted the hem of her skirt and straddled Mirp’s face.
"?!?!"
Mirp was stunned by the sudden sight of the woman’s privates; no, the unicorn’s genitals. Am I seeing things before I die? But the sensation he felt on his lower body was unmistakably real.
"The Legion Commander told us: when humans face the terror of death, their urge to breed peaks."
Yank. The dullahan grabbed Mirp’s pants and underwear together and pulled them down. His member, about a hand span long by unicorn standards but fairly long and thick for a human, stood rigidly at attention.
"Ah, ahh, uaahh...?"
Mirp couldn’t comprehend the situation he’d been placed in. He’d thought he was going to be eaten, so what was this?
"This is being eaten sexually, huughk!"
Squelch.
Mirp felt a chill run down his spine as a cold sensation enveloped his tip. The temperature was definitely corpse-cold, but the tongue wrapping around his glans was unmistakably the skilled technique of a sexually experienced woman.
"Human... suck...."
"Mmph?!"
The unicorn pressed her crotch against Mirp’s face. A scent like warm, sun-baked stable straw hit his nose.
"...Lick."
Mirp moved his tongue instinctively. Having seduced countless married women, he could read his partner’s feelings through their skin.
They had kidnapped him to devour him. If he didn’t comply here, he might actually get eaten for real.
"...Lick, slurp, sluuurp."
Mirp worked his tongue with everything he had. Thankfully, the coop-like stench he’d grown accustomed to from messing around with all those married women was absent. If anything, the fluids flowing out tasted like mare’s milk.
"Hehe. That’s right. If you don’t want to die, you’d better give it your all. Hey, human. You lucked out with your partners."
The dullahan stopped her oral service and sat up. An armored woman wearing heavy plate on her upper body, completely bare from the waist down, was grinding her folds against his tip.
"Ngh?!"
"This is the Legion of Wrath’s Ras time with the prisoners. If you can outlast the two of us... you survive."
Squelch. It went in. His cock slid inside her. A human’s cock slipped right into the dullahan’s depths. He’d entered the cold, slick interior of a woman who knew men all too well.
"If you survive, you become a hostage... and if you die, well, you know. Death by pleasure."
"...!"
"So make the two of us finish first... hnngh. Hah, hah."
The dullahan began working her hips in earnest. The more her armor clanked, the more her walls squeezed around Mirp’s cock with crushing pressure.
’I’m going to die....’
He might have managed if he only had to focus on his lower half, but he was dealing with two of them. The unicorn leaned her upper body forward, mounted on top of Mirp, and began skillfully teasing his pubic area with her tongue.
’I’m seriously going to die of pleasure...!’
The problem wasn’t that he was doing it with monsters. At this rate, his life force was genuinely going to be drained dry. Mirp’s consciousness began to fade.
"Ahh, hah. ...This is kind of tough."
"Tired, partner? Want to switch?"
"No. Whew, he’s just a bit bigger than my late husband..."
"Hnnngghh!!"
Mirp began bucking his hips with the desperation of a man on the verge of death by pleasure.
