Lewd Dungeon Master: This Orc Is Too Damn OP!

Chapter 376: Gentlemanly and Elegant Tactics

Just thinking about yet another headache made Levis Ann want to leave this place entirely. But if she flew off the handle again, she felt she’d truly lose her mind. So she swallowed her rage and asked.

"What now."

"From Spica Castle...! Monsters have appeared at Spica Castle! They reportedly violated the Baron and have taken the people of the inner castle hostage!!"

"...God damn it."

When it rained, it poured. The uneasy suspicion she’d been trying to ignore had become reality.

’I’ve been thoroughly had.’

Even though she knew the enemy’s main force had moved en masse through the portal, Levis Ann had focused on the siege. She had tried to destroy the portal and use the city as a base, but the enemy’s fierce resistance and the growing number of rescued hostages had forced her to pull back temporarily.

"How is that even possible...? Are the castle walls just decoration?"

"The monsters reportedly appeared from within the castle."

"...A tunnel? No, a portal. Damn, it was doomed from the start. They’d been working at this for so long that even I didn’t notice."

She never imagined the castle would fall so swiftly in the interim. Levis Ann made the sign of the cross and prayed for the Baron.

"...My condolences to the Baron. Keep this from the soldiers for now. I’ll gather them and address them personally."

"B-but there’s chaos outside right now!"

"What is it? Worse than the Barony being occupied?"

"Yes! People who fled the Barony... have come here as refugees!!"

"What?"

Levis Ann pulled her hood over her head and hurried out of the tent. Under the glaring sun beating down on the field, a crowd roughly the size of the subjugation force was trudging in from the direction of Spica Castle.

"Th-those are...!"

"...Refugees who had been living outside the outer walls of Zabiyaba."

The refugees who had built shanties beyond the outer walls had fled in the chaos of dawn, taking only themselves and what light belongings they could carry. They made for the place where their chances of survival were highest: the subjugation force.

"Oh, for the love of...!"

Tears welled in Levis Ann’s eyes.

***

Back in the dungeon, I quickly checked the state of the war. To monitor the agents who had infiltrated the enemy camp as hostages, I refreshed the Bond Summon list every few seconds, anxiously wondering if any had been discovered.

"Master, we have intelligence that a large group of humans is moving south from the north."

"What? Reinforcements?"

"No. Refugees. Judging by their condition... they’re believed to be people who fled from Spica Castle."

"The heavens, the Goddess herself is helping me."

The enemy’s numbers kept growing. But all that bulk was nothing but bloat; the vast majority were ordinary civilians, noncombatants. If it had been the Holy Knights, or additional forces I hadn’t accounted for, I might have buried my face in someone’s chest and cried.

That’s how tight the situation was. Which was exactly why I couldn’t let this opportunity slip.

"I can’t let this pass. Shaitan, where are the Death Knights?"

"They’ve finished resting in Ras Vegas and are on standby."

"Tell them to sortie north! Even thirty is enough to cause chaos! Snatch up everyone you can, regardless of age or gender!"

"Right away."

Eila, who remained in Ras Vegas, summoned the Death Knights the instant my order came down. The Death Knights, mounted on unicorns, rode out through the north gate swinging their lassos.

"Attacking civilians isn’t to my taste, but... it can’t be helped."

"They’ll all become our prisoners eventually anyway. Becoming prisoners a little sooner doesn’t change much."

"The goal is less about taking prisoners and more about drawing the enemy out. If we make a show of attacking the refugees, soldiers will definitely come running."

The Death Knights had already kidnapped soldiers once before, so the subjugation force would respond to them with heightened agitation. Especially if they were loitering near the refugees.

"Enemy forces. Some are moving. It looks like they’re trying to intercept the Death Knights."

Fortunately, the enemy moved exactly as I intended.

"The more time we buy, the better our position. Their attack on Ras Vegas will be delayed accordingly, and the forces that went to Spica Castle will return one by one. The enemy will be stuck in their field camp, unable to go forward or back."

Ras Vegas’s forces would keep growing.

The subjugation force would grow too. But as long as half their headcount was refugees, from Levis Ann’s perspective, to put it bluntly, they were nothing but mouths draining her food supply.

"Shaitan. What are the chances they’ll try to take Ras Vegas by force?"

"Thirty percent. Tomorrow, seventy. The day after, a hundred."

"Why?"

"They have no food, and Spica Castle has been taken. They’ll try to temporarily seize Ras Vegas, rest up, then retake Spica Castle."

Shaitan’s prediction was perfect. With the refugees arriving, news of Spica Castle would spread quickly, and the enemy would grow desperate.

Uncontrollable refugees. Rescued prisoners slated for burning. Soldiers steadily losing morale. And dwindling food as their numbers swelled.

"It’ll be pure chaos. Their trusted supply line has been completely cut off."

The fundamental reason for taking Spica Castle was to sever the supply line. The Baron, the countless prisoners, and all the wealth inside Spica Castle were merely bonuses.

"Originally I planned to let them starve to death in the field, but... there’s no reason to let Levis Ann rest easy."

What methods were there to pile chaos upon chaos? I mixed old tactics with new ones. What was the best way to torment enemies who were "human"?

"Heh heh heh. How about we start by cutting off their drinking water?"

A long time ago, back when the Barony’s soldiers had come to attack Ras Vegas, I had once prevented them from using the river.

"Relay to the Andras: lead the harpy unit and take to the skies. And... dump slime mucus into the river."

I cut off the enemy’s water supply. Of course, since it wasn’t poison, they could technically still drink it, but...

"Drink that water and you won’t last without draining yourself dry, you know? Heh heh heh."

It was an already proven tactic.

***

A short while later.

"Commander. The refugees have been brought under control. Twenty percent have volunteered to pick up swords as soldiers, and the rest have agreed to wait in the designated area."

"...Approximate numbers?"

Having retreated behind the curtain again, Levis Ann asked the priest with a weary face. Unlike moments ago when she’d shown signs of mania, she was considerably fatigued but remarkably calm. The priest continued his report with a measure of relief.

"Approximately one thousand. It’s enough that our soldiers would need to manage them one-to-one."

"That’s a lot. Far too many. A week’s worth of food will run out in three days. Do we have enough?"

"...Honestly, far too little. We set out assuming supplies would be delivered normally from Spica Castle, so aside from field rations, we have almost nothing."

"We’re done for. At this rate we’ll have to flee to the Leo Marquisate. Damn."

"Commander, we have an emergency!"

The tent flap rustled open again. Levis Ann, who had barely managed to cool her temper, glared at the newly arrived man with a face full of irritation at yet another problem.

"...What now? I thought I told you to handle anything that isn’t critical at the priest level."

"It’s a report from the soldiers who went to the river to draw water! Those who drank the water are showing unusual symptoms!"

"Symptoms of what?!"

"Th-they’re in heat!"

"...!!"

Levis Ann recalled her analysis of the previous battle at Spica Castle. And she knew instinctively: she’d fallen for the same tactic.

"It looks like the enemy dumped aphrodisiacs in the river!!"

"...How long would it take to retreat to the Leo Marquisate?"

Levis Ann was beginning to seriously consider abandoning the Barony.

***

The wind was cold. The moment I heard the river sabotage had succeeded, I raced out of the dungeon and climbed atop the wall.

"Lune. Did you know? Storms always blow twice. Always blow twice."

"Master. You really don’t have to repeat yourself on purpose."

"...I planted bombs inside the hostages. Inside the hostages. You think contaminating the river with aphrodisiac is all? Is all?"

I wouldn’t use poison. No matter how angry I was, I would crush the subjugation force with gentlemanly and elegant tactics.

"Soldiers of the Legion of Wrath who infiltrated the subjugation force as rescued prisoners. The time has come. If you can hear this sound..."

I pounded my belly drum loud and clear. A red aura began spreading beyond the walls, toward the enemy camp.

"Begin masturbating. Now."

Boom, boom, ba-da-boom boom boom.

Ras on the Beach.

***

"Aaahh!!"

Rot spun around, startled by a scream from behind. A commotion was breaking out where the rescued prisoners were gathered.

"Wh-what’s going on...?"

"Ahhhh, haaahn...!"

Rot swallowed hard. A woman with a much smaller frame than the others was curled up like a shrimp. The girlish woman began to moan, her face flushed crimson.

"Hngh, hngh... haaahn...!"

The woman moaned and began writhing, her whole body twisting. Squirming on the bare ground, legs intertwined, craving something, Rot’s mouth went bone dry.

"Wh-what on earth...."

"Hah, hah, hah...."

The woman’s hands, which had been clawing at her own chest, gradually began to slide downward as if she could no longer hold back. Watching her in a daze, Rot thought he glimpsed something like a red seal blooming on the woman’s lower abdomen, exposed through her tattered clothes.

"What is this...?"

"It’s a curse."

A woman near Rot murmured gloomily, covering her ears.

"A curse that puts women in heat... hic!"

The woman bowed her head, tears streaming down. He’d wondered why she was covering her ears, and then a drumbeat-like pounding began to echo from far away.

"Hii, hiiik!"

Every one of the women either covered their ears or buried their faces. Some gave up entirely and began carefully sliding their hands beneath their clothes.

"Wh-what are you doing?! Everyone can see you!"

"Having to do this in front of everyone... that’s what our bodies have become just to survive."

"What?"

"...Without a cock, we die now."

Rot couldn’t help but groan at the woman’s blank, empty expression. And he was beginning to get a sense of what had happened behind those fences.

"Those damn orcs, I could chew them up and spit them out and it still wouldn’t be enough...!"

"H-help meeee...!"

The girlish woman pressed her face to the ground and began inching forward like a caterpillar. Both hands shoved between her legs, her flushed face looked up at the soldiers with eyes begging for salvation.

"I, I’m dying...!"

"Ugh, aahh!"

The soldier nearest to the woman recoiled in horror.

[If you lay with a woman who has lain with a monster, it is as though you yourself have lain with a monster, and you will receive an unholy curse.]

It was a superstition semi-officially endorsed by the Goddess Church. So it was only natural that the soldiers began pulling away, one by one, from the women who were going into heat.

"F-first, we need to report to the priest!"

"I’m already here! Oh, Goddess...!"

The priest, who had come rushing over upon hearing the news, dropped to his knees and prayed to the heavens. Of course, praying wasn’t going to solve this.

Boom! Boom! Ba-da-boom boom!

The drumbeat pounding in a steady rhythm grew louder and louder. The exhilarating pulse of the drums gave Rot the unsettling sensation that even his own lower body was stiffening.

Creak, creak.

"Haahhnk, hnnngh!"

Every one of the women began moaning and pleasuring themselves. Most of them clearly didn’t want to but were forcing themselves, which only made the soldiers pity them all the more.

"N-nooo...! I don’t want to go back...!"

"Please, please save me...! J-just give me a cock, please!!"

The women crawled along the ground, begging. Some had even grouped together in twos and threes, comforting one another.

"I speak the will of the Goddess! Raise your shields! Pen them inside the fence this instant!"

"F-Father. Even so..."

"They may be carrying the seeds of monsters! Do you want to be infected by their monstrous energy too?! They... will stay like that until the inquisitors ’purify’ them!!"

"...!!"

Rot swallowed hard at the woman who had crawled right to his feet. She kept mouthing the words over and over: cock, cock.

"...I’m sorry!"

Rot raised his shield and blocked the woman’s face from view. Not just Rot; the other soldiers pushed the women back inside the fence too.

"Ah, haah, ngh! So cruel...!"

Creeeak. Thud.

The rescued prisoners were quarantined inside the fence. Rot set his shield down, drenched in cold sweat.

"Shit... what the hell is any of this."

A woman right in front of him, spreading her legs and begging, yet he couldn’t do a thing. Rot had no way to relieve his own stiffening lower half. All he could do was cover his eyes and ears.

Ha, haah, ahhhhn.

Snap.

It felt as though even he was being infected by the orc’s curse.

"...Phew, it’s out. Without a cock, this is even harder than laying orc eggs."

"This is really too much. How can they not give a single one of us a lay? Leaving all these people here dying of arousal. Not that I’d take one, but still..."

"Right, Lily. Let’s just wait until nightfall. When everyone’s asleep, we’ll toss these and set them off."

The women who had infiltrated as prisoners began pulling small red orbs from inside their bodies, one by one. Then they pushed them back in with their fingers, placing them somewhere easy to retrieve.

"Come to think of it, what’s inside these? When they went in, they went in alongside a cock, so I didn’t notice."

"...Those?"

Lily smirked and pointed to her own rear.

"Those are the ones you’ll be sticking in your back door. Even though the outside is hardened with slime mucus... hehe."

"...Y-you don’t mean...?"

"What did he call it again? Right... this operation is called the Ada Bomber."

Lily shuddered and laughed.

"He said he’s going to pop every last cherry those subjugation force boys have."

Inside the orb Lily had pulled out, something very small was wriggling. A bug with a head shaped like a glans and sharp, jagged teeth.

"Commander! We have an emergency!"

"Don’t tell me. I have a feeling I’ll collapse if I hear it."

"The rescued prisoners have started masturbating due to a curse!"

"...What an absolutely fucked way to fight a war."

Levis Ann grabbed the back of her neck and collapsed.