Lewd Dungeon Master: This Orc Is Too Damn OP!

Chapter 387: Mercy Has Teeth

If you’re going to kill them anyway, be thorough about it. And if you’re going to kill them anyway, make it decisive.

On top of that, considering there would be no mercy shown, they had to be ’dealt with’ all the more ruthlessly.

Those who refused to engage with monsters in Ras Vegas and Raspica numbered roughly two thousand. The rest, whatever their true feelings, had been marinated in slime aphrodisiac and were spending quality time with the monster of their choosing.

"Master, we’re being flooded with requests regarding the elves. What should we do?"

Eila, who looked a bit tired but was still bustling about handling the aftermath, directed the question at me. I gave a light tug on the reins I held in both hands and brought the chariot to a stop.

"Requests regarding the elves?"

"Yes. They say they absolutely want to do it with an elf before they die..."

"Unbelievable bastards. I told them to do it with monsters, not that I’d let them have elves. The nerve."

Give them an inch and they take a mile. Show people too much kindness and they’ll walk all over you; they were no different from some freeloader trashing your house.

"Were there any elves who said they wanted to do it with a human?"

"Three."

"And the applicants?"

"...Roughly over five hundred."

"They’re insane. You want three to handle five hundred? Even using all three holes on each elf at once wouldn’t be enough to get through them all. Absolutely not. Tell the elves too. Rather than servicing human prisoners, they should go to the human adventurers who distinguished themselves in this war. The adventurers from Ras Village are still around, aren’t they?"

"I’ll pass that along. But then we’d just have to kill them outright..."

According to Eila, if we were going to kill them through sexual exhaustion anyway, we might as well let them have a go with an elf first, then kill them. We’d gone out of our way to give them a comfortable send-off, yet human greed knew no bounds. It might be that staring death in the face only made their desires burn hotter.

"If we just leave things as they are, there’ll be a riot, won’t there?"

"Yes."

"Damn. Elves are just that irresistible, so there’s no helping it."

I understood the reasoning, but I still couldn’t just stand by and force elves to sleep with humans.

"Deploy the Andras. Tell the humans that the elves are too shy, so they’ll be wearing Andras disguises."

"Ah, understood. I’ll have the Andras dispatched."

The number of humans who wanted to sleep with an elf was enormous. It was a farce, pulling the wool right over their eyes, but from the neck down, there wasn’t much difference between an elf, a human, and an Andras anyway.

What they don’t know won’t hurt them.

Even if they weren’t real elves, what could anyone say? Even a 4-star Minotaurus who wanted to sleep with an elf needed the elf’s consent. So far, orcs were the only ones who could knock an elf down in passing and just have their way.

Whether the prisoners slept with elves or Andras, as long as they were blindfolded, could they even tell the difference? Eila issued orders to a subordinate beside her.

"By the way, Master, what exactly are they doing...?"

"Ah, this is called a ’wheelchair.’ These girls will be carrying me around until I’ve fully recovered."

I tugged on the reins attached to the necks of Clian, Nifran, and Lime. The leather-strapped collars had been put on willingly, at their own request.

"I can walk, but I can’t run. Walking hurts a little, too. So until my body fully recovers, I’ll be relying on these girls."

"That’s... quite unusual."

Since Lime, Clian, and Nifran were all slime-based monsters, they could fuse their bodies together.

Clian and Nifran kept their upper bodies upright while intertwining their serpentine lower halves in a spiral. Lime draped her body over the top like a chassis, and I climbed onto the saddle Lime had formed. Poking her upper body out from between Clian and Nifran, Lime deliberately wore Belial’s face as she coordinated between the two from the center.

"A three-headed beast of hell is called Cerberus. This... yeah. Let’s call it Slaberus."

"The name is whatever, I suppose.... More importantly, Master, why is Lune lying face-down in front of you?"

Eila pointed at Lune, who was sprawled in a rider’s position in front of me. Lune’s posture, hunched forward in the saddle, was clearly evocative of something; a sex position, to be precise.

"It looks exactly like you two are going at it right now."

"That’s right. We are."

"...Master?"

"Heheh, you didn’t notice at all, did you?"

Seated in the saddle, I had Lune in front of me, and she had adjusted her lower body into position and slid it in herself. Slaberus maintained its shape nicely so Lune could enjoy the riding position to her heart’s content.

"You said you can barely walk, but this is fine?"

"I’m staying perfectly still. The back-and-forth is all Lune."

"Master, Eila’s only saying that because she wants a ride too."

"Oho, is that so? As expected of Eila. Later, I’ll put you up front and we’ll take a lap around the Ras Vegas walls."

"...That’s a promise."

Eila showed her true colors. I’d hurt my back, not my dick, and there were plenty of positions that didn’t require me to move my hips.

"Eila, more importantly, were there any other problems? Considering the uproar about wanting elves, there must have been disturbances among the soldiers."

"All the insolent ones have been restrained. There were too many to encase in slime concrete, so for now we dug pits and confined them inside."

"Good work. ...Eila, I intend to kill them all. If killing everyone through sexual exhaustion proves too difficult, they will be beheaded, just as the Demon King’s Army does."

Eila flinched. She hung her head. As the one most sensitive about human deaths, it was only natural.

"What if you made use of them like you did this time? Even the Leo Marquisate wouldn’t be able to turn a blind eye to over a thousand refugees."

"In terms of draining the enemy’s resources, it’s a sound plan. But if we send those who refused to join our legion back out as refugees, they’ll just come back as enemies. We got lucky using that to our advantage this time, but there’s no guarantee it’ll keep working."

There are what people commonly call cliches. Stories of villages razed by the Demon King’s Army, where a surviving child nurses their grudge and one day takes up a sword against them, are a dime a dozen.

"Some of the ones we released could very well come back with blades pointed at our legion. It’s best to nip danger in the bud."

"Then..."

"I won’t kill them through sexual exhaustion. Let them have one wild session with the monsters, and then execute every last one who refuses to join our legion."

At my definitive order, Eila hung her head.

"Master, may I make one request?"

"What is it?"

"I would like to give them one last chance."

"Eila, I’ve told you time and again, even for you, this is..."

"There’s no need to stain our hands with blood."

Eila’s resolute voice caught me off guard.

"How about making them regret, even in death, that they didn’t choose the Legion of Wrath?"

"...Tell me more."

I listened carefully to what Eila had to say. After hearing her plan, I pulled her toward me and held her in my arms.

"I’ll go with your plan."

***

"Gyaaah?!"

Rot Lircon waved his hands threateningly at the Andras charging toward him. But the woman subdued Rot as if his resistance were nothing more than a child’s antics and slammed him to the ground.

"Hehe, resisting is no fun-ras."

"N, no...!"

Rot fought back fiercely. Both wrists were caught in a single hand, but he twisted his body as hard as he could. Even when his pants were yanked clean off with one pull, he kept pressing his thighs together in defiance.

Squelch.

But he was powerless against the Andras’s rough handiwork. Her sharp nails grazed the side of his pants, and Rot stared with trembling eyes at the nails that had just scratched past his pubic area.

"If you resist, I’ll stab you to death with these-ras."

"Ugh, hnn, nnngh...!"

Resist and die. But don’t resist and he’d be mating with a monster. He’d become a man who planted his seed in a monster.

"Hmph. Human dick really is a delicacy-ras..."

The Andras began rocking her hips on top of Rot. Her flesh was far more elastic than any ordinary woman’s, and from the very first motion, moans escaped Rot against his will.

"Haahn... hurry up and cum-ras."

"N, no...!"

Rot shook his head violently from side to side. When it came to mating with a monster, a woman who didn’t end up pregnant could more or less get away with it, but for a man planting his seed inside a monster, the stakes were entirely different.

"The, the Goddess will bring divine punishment...! P, please stop!"

"That’s weird-ras. If you hate doing it with a monster that much, there’s no way you’d cum-ras. You cum because you’re turned on-ras!"

"N, no! Kh, kghh!"

Rot was at a loss for words. It was absurd. They’d pumped him full of aphrodisiac to get his body burning, then lectured him as if it were one-sided. But his body was honest.

Creak, creak.

When the Andras pressed her lower body flush against his, Rot threw his head back. Being pinned beneath a woman and climaxing without managing a single thrust was the most humiliating experience of his sex life, yet it would also be his last.

"Hehehe, human. The child born from you will become a new soldier for our legion-ras. And then your child will ravish other humans and bear even more children-ras."

"Don’t make me laugh...! If I escape here alive, you’ll all pay for..."

"Sorry, but you’re never getting out of here alive-ras."

The Andras pecked at Rot’s lips with her beak and grinned.

"You’re going to keep giving me your seed in here until you die of exhaustion-ras."

"Ugh, hnn, nnngghh!!"

Rot felt like he was losing his mind. Being trash who’d lost to his own lust wasn’t even the point. The thought that his ejaculation would cause a monster to lay eggs, and those offspring would go on to violate other humans, made his vision go dark.

"S, spare me...!"

Rot begged through tears. Whether he died of sexual exhaustion or whatever else, he had never once thought he actually wanted to die.

"Hmm..."

The Andras stared down at Rot for a long while, deliberating. Then she raised her sharp nails and began scratching something onto Rot’s forehead.

"Mm, mmhm. This was it-ras."

"Kgghh...!"

Rot bit his lip and endured the agony of his raw flesh being scored. She was clearly writing something, and the Andras inscribed a rather long phrase across Rot’s forehead.

"Our Legion Commander’s wife, the Princess Knight, has shown you mercy-ras. This is your final choice-ras."

The Andras produced something like a small mirror and held it up to Rot’s forehead. Rot’s heart sank when he saw the words carved into his skin.

MONSTER-FUCKER

"Ah, aah, aaahh...!!"

Long ago, he’d heard that criminal slaves were branded with different marks depending on the severity of their offense. But the common-tongue words etched into Rot’s forehead laid bare exactly what kind of person he was.

Who in their right mind would advertise on their own forehead, complete with scar tissue, that they’d fucked a monster? Rot despaired at the inscription branded into his skin.

"Choose-ras. You want to be expelled outside like this, or you want to join our legion-ras?"

At the Andras’s offer, Rot instinctively knew his fate was sealed either way. Joining the legion meant betraying humanity, and being expelled meant the Church’s inquisitors would surely burn him at the stake.

"...If I join the legion, what happens to this scar?"

"Give it enough time and the wound will have healed up-ras. Besides, inside our legion, ’Monster-Fucker’ is practically a badge of honor-ras. Heheheh."

The Andras sneered and began demanding a second ejaculation. As if to say she’d milk him for every last drop if he didn’t answer quickly, she started swirling her hips in circles.

"Kgh...!"

Rot bit his lip. No matter what mating with a monster meant, even if he had to grovel in the dirt, being alive was still far better.

"I’ll join the legion...!"

"Good choice-ras. But..."

The Andras glanced behind her. There stood a succubus wearing an Avalon uniform, frowning at Rot.

"Not him. I checked through his dreams. He’s scum who raped an underage girl."

"Ugh."

The Andras, who had been enthusiastically grinding away, leapt off as if she’d encountered something revolting. She grabbed the succubus by the arm and started whining.

"Please, pull that human’s seed out of me-ras..."

"...Sigh, fine."

Squelch. The succubus’s tail burrowed into the Andras’s vagina. As pale pink sexual magic manifested, Rot somehow sensed instinctively that something was going wrong with the semen he’d released inside the Andras.

"Special order from the Legion Commander-ras. You’re being expelled-ras."

"E, expelled...? If I walk around the human world looking like this, I’ll be k..."

"Die for all I care. Uh... the Legion Commander said violent criminals can’t be part of our legion-ras."

The Andras stared down at Rot with cold eyes and taunted him.

"You’re not a comrade of our legion, so it’s none of my business-ras."

"Well... have fun thinking up excuses for when the inquisitors come to torture you. Or spend the rest of your life in hiding. Ahahaha!"

"Ah, ahh...!!"

Rot sank into the depths of despair.