Lewd Dungeon Master: This Orc Is Too Damn OP!

Chapter 392: Corrupting the Holy Sword

Meri researched how to disguise the holy sword so it wouldn’t look like one, and I fully supported her efforts. Setting everything else aside, there was no reason to stifle Meri’s intellectual curiosity.

"I figured it out. The holy sword is just a sword capable of storing power. It became a holy sword because it was filled with divine power."

In just a day or two, Meri had uncovered a great deal about the holy sword. Things like its origins or the circumstances of its creation were beyond what the sword’s ego could reveal, but what Meri had discovered through her own research, she could share with me freely.

"So, just like when your subordinates drink Dad’s essence and absorb the mana into their bodies, the holy sword works the same way: if it absorbs the essence, its mana increases."

"It doesn’t get oversaturated? There’s no mana loss? The mana that goes in doesn’t convert into divine power?"

"I tested all of that. It simply accumulates as much mana as you put in. There doesn’t seem to be any limit to the capacity the holy sword can hold."

"So hypothetically, if you crammed in a highest-grade magic stone, it could output that much mana...?"

I plunged the holy sword back into the pool of essence. Through the hilt, I could feel every tremor running along Virgo’s blade.

"It’s a shame there’s no reaction. Can’t it shriek and squeal like it did during the contract?"

"She’s telling you to stop right now. She says if you keep going, the pleasure will drive her insane. She’s begging you not to touch her there."

"Huh? You can communicate with it?"

"Yes. I’m its owner, after all."

Meri took the holy sword from me. Like a pet returned to its owner’s arms, the holy sword Virgo quivered along its blade and pointed its edge at me.

"Sorry about that. She just hasn’t consumed enough of the essence you gave her. Once she develops a taste for it, she’ll start craving it on her own."

"In human form, I take it?"

"That’s how it would go, yeah. Oh, but please understand: she is capable of taking human form, but since I’m the holy sword’s owner, I can’t force Virgo to manifest whenever I want."

"I understand. She’s your partner, so that’s perfectly reasonable. Heh heh heh, holy sword Virgo. Take good care of Meri. If so much as a single hair on Meri’s head is harmed..."

I ran my finger along the holy sword’s blade.

"I’ll turn you into a human permanently and make you an egg-laying sword. I am a Dungeon Lord. A Dungeon Lord can make any being lay eggs."

"Oh, actually, I’m curious about that too."

Meri and I fell into deep thought. Could you really sow a holy sword?

"Can’t we just pour essence onto the blade?"

"You have to release it inside an opening. Otherwise, sowing can’t happen."

"That’s tricky. There’s no way this thing has an opening. No matter how I look at it, I can’t find anything resembling one."

"Exactly why it would need to take human form. ...Though I have to say, if the sword’s belly swelled up with an egg while still in blade form, that’d be quite a sight. Heh heh heh."

The holy sword Virgo shuddered fearfully. I toyed with the hilt as though teasing a woman, then asked Meri.

"Meri. I just got back from synthesizing Gray. Levis Ann shed her eggs of her own will. Gray also wished to become stronger. What will you do?"

"I’m the owner of a holy sword, so I don’t really need to become a quarter-dragon. How about giving the chance to my siblings instead?"

Meri suggested mixing dragon blood into others rather than herself.

"Line and Harpuia? Hmm... sounds good."

"If there are no problems after synthesizing Gray, it might be worth trying both of them. They don’t let it show, but I’m sure they both want to get stronger."

"Understood. Line, come out."

Gurgle.

A small slimefolk popped out from Meri’s chest. She still couldn’t speak properly since she was only 2-star, but Line was undeniably the child I’d had with Lime.

"Even if we synthesize you with the egg Levis Ann and I produced, and dragon genes get mixed in, there’s no telling what might happen. You might even evolve into a slime dragon. Are you okay with that?"

Gurgle.

Line planted her feet shoulder-width apart and thumped her chest with her fists. Her determination to face the unknown head-on without backing down moved me deeply.

"Good. Line, hop on. I’ll give you the VIP seat."

I set Line on my shoulder. We were approaching the two-hour mark, and heading back to the dungeon now would be perfect timing.

"Dad, can I come too?"

"Hm?"

"Mother Eila is handling things, so there’s nothing for me to do in the barony right now. And I’m curious too: what happens when a normal, healthy human gets synthesized with a monster, as opposed to a dungeon-born one."

"I completely understand how you feel. But Meri, carelessly bringing the holy sword into the dungeon could cause serious trouble. What if the divine power went off?"

"You don’t have to worry about that."

She reached toward Line. Line hopped down and stood by the edge of the essence pool, and Meri plunged the holy sword into the pool.

"Good girl, good girl. There, there. It’s okay. I’ve never heard of a holy sword dying from overstimulation. What? You feel like the mana is violating you? Perfect. Dad dissolved all that mana in there. That’s right, good girl."

"..."

I wanted to hear the holy sword’s voice for myself. What sort of cute little screams was Virgo letting out as she writhed inside that pool of essence?

’I should personally look into a way to hear her.’

Defiling the sword of Virgo. What could be more thrilling than that?

"By the way, Meri, what are you..."

"All done."

Meri tapped her staff against the ground. A frigid chill radiated out from the pool of essence, and soon its surface began freezing over with a crackling sound.

"Don’t tell me...?"

"Most of the divine power leaks from the blade itself. But what if we just sealed it so none can escape? Ta-da. A frozen-essence sheath. Hehe."

Meri gripped the hilt and swung the frozen holy sword back and forth. The sight of her waving it around like a giant popsicle made me laugh despite myself.

"If the sword unleashes its magic power from inside, ice shards will go flying everywhere."

"...That’s actually great, isn’t it? You’d normally swing it around like a mana-packed cavalry lance, and then in a do-or-die moment, you detonate the divine power and reveal its true identity in one dramatic burst."

Meri swung the holy sword playfully, then snapped her fingers.

"Dad, could you hold the hilt for a moment?"

I took the holy sword as she asked. The green-tinged hilt trembled in revulsion, but it couldn’t escape my grip. I gently rubbed the grip with my thumb and raised the holy sword in the direction Meri pointed.

"Meri, what’s the point of this?"

"Just give me a moment while I draw the magic circle! Um, so it should definitely go like this...?"

Meri traced a geometric magic circle on the ground with the tip of her staff. If my eyes weren’t deceiving me, the shapes and lines unmistakably formed a heart.

"Done. Now just stand in the center holding the holy sword."

"I’m sensing some ulterior motive here."

"This is all for your benefit, Dad. Have you ever seen me get something wrong?"

No. I trusted Meri and stepped onto the magic circle. She stood close enough that our breaths mingled, then placed her hands over mine on the hilt of the holy sword I’d raised vertically.

"I, Meri, master of Virgo, command you. Accept him."

Hoooooom...

A current of pink energy burst forth from the heart-shaped magic circle. The holy sword was still encased in the frozen essence, but through the hilt, it began pouring out an enormous volume of divine power.

"Huh?"

But it didn’t sting at all. Instead, a refreshing warmth began flowing into me through my hands. Was divine power always this warm? Beyond the holy sword, Meri’s eyes flickered silver for the briefest moment before returning to their original color.

"...It’s done."

"What? What is? It doesn’t look like anything happened. What exactly did you do?"

"Nothing major. I just imprinted your existence onto the holy sword."

Meri drew the holy sword from my grip. On my palm, tiny droplets of blood had welled up as if from a needle prick.

"I’m not sure if it’ll work for the entire legion, but at least those who carry your trace won’t be harmed by Virgo’s divine power. A kind of... friend-or-foe identification?"

"So basically, everyone I’ve slept with won’t be affected by the holy sword!"

"...Technically, it’s beings who have your ’blood’ mixed in, but since they took in your essence as well, I suppose it amounts to the same thing. That’s right. With this, at the very least, the orcs in the legion won’t be affected by the holy sword Virgo."

"What a relief. Now you won’t have to keep your distance from your siblings. Heh heh."

"Yeah. ...Well, we can talk about the rest later."

Meri trailed off vaguely and pointed toward the exit. A fair amount of time had passed during the ritual.

"Shall we go? Time to get Line a new outfit."

"...Yeah. Let’s go."

Meri and I gathered up the holy sword and returned to the dungeon.

"Oh, Dad. It feels weird to keep calling it a holy sword.... Better to hide its identity, right? From the outside, nobody would be able to tell it’s a holy sword."

"It looks exactly like a Watermelon Popsicle. Let’s just go with that."

The holy sword Virgo became [Demonic Sword Watermelon Popsicle].

***

"Gyaaah!! Ngh, gkk! Haaahn?!"

"Sorry, Meri. I didn’t mean for you to walk right into an egg-laying show."

"It’s fine. I’ll be going through the same thing someday anyway."

"...Right. Think of it as a teaching aid. Behold, this is what’s known as ’childbirth.’"

I’d accidentally turned a half-sibling’s birth into a sex-ed lesson for Meri. The egg that emerged from Levis Ann with a satisfying pop was deep green, and Flauros carefully caught it with her roots like a midwife.

"At least since it’s an egg, there’s no umbilical cord to cut. Well... I still have business to take care of."

As luck would have it, the timing lined up perfectly. I pulled off my pants and approached Levis Ann. According to Lily, who had experience laying eggs, the pleasure was, with a touch of exaggeration, about ten times that of a normal climax, enough to make passing out perfectly understandable.

"Levis Ann, your husband’s here."

"Ah..."

Levis Ann gazed up at me with glassy eyes. Still suspended in midair, she was so far gone that restraints would have been unnecessary.

"Congratulations on the laying. As a reward, I’ll give you a prize."

Squelch. I thrust inside Levis Ann right where the egg had just emerged. Her walls, still loosened from the egg’s passage, sensed my presence and began eagerly clenching around me.

"Ah, aah, ahhh..."

Levis Ann drooled as she gave me a pleading look. Whether she was begging me to stop or asking about the egg, I didn’t particularly care.

"Hmm... probably because she just laid an egg, but there’s no grip. Flauros, withdraw the roots."

I pulled out of Levis Ann. She let out a disappointed sigh through dazed eyes before jolting in surprise.

"Wh, what...?"

"It’s been two hours. Why? Did it feel like hardly any time had passed?"

Factoring in the intervals between laying and conceiving, her body had to produce up to eleven eggs a day. She’d only laid two and needed to conceive the third, yet she was already starting to falter.

"The egg-laying climax is something else, isn’t it? Dragons are an egg-laying species too, so you should be used to it. Think of this as practice. Out of consideration for you, I won’t use any seed other than my own. Oh, but of course..."

Squelch. I thrust into one of Flauros’s roots. Having finally gotten hold of me, Flauros devoted every ounce of her attention to that single root and stimulated me like a living sleeve. Every fold inside was craving me.

"Yeah. This is the kind of active grip I’m talking about... Flauros, insert a single tentacle connected to the root into Levis Ann."

Flauros followed my command and drove a tentacle branch into Levis Ann. I, Flauros, and Levis Ann were now linked together like circuits wired in series.

"Aaahh!!"

Shaped identically to mine, yet its texture was unmistakably that of a tentacle. Springy, its surface alive and wriggling, and if needed, bumps could sprout along the exterior to rake against her walls. The shape was identical, but the method of stimulation and the sensation were clearly different.

"Heh. Levis Ann, you know what? Flauros replicated your insides using her roots."

"Sh, shut up...!"

"Is ’shut up’ the only thing you know how to say? Well... whatever. Just sit back and watch while I work."

Crack, cr-crack!

The cocoon began to split open. Levis Ann turned her head toward it and started trembling.

"The goddess’s divine punishment will fall upon, mmph?!"

"Good work, Flauros."

Flauros had stuffed tentacles into Levis Ann’s mouth. To prevent her from biting down, well over ten tentacles were crammed inside.

Hisssss...

Purple mist spread from within. The man inside the cocoon waved the mist aside with his hand, walked out of the summoning facility on his own, and knelt before me.

"I greet the master of the legion. I am the one who inherited the blood of the great one. Grant me a new name."

"Gray Cancer. That is your name."

Hair turned silver. Deep green eyes with vertically slit pupils. Small horns on his head and demonic wings on his back. He bore every draconic feature Levis Ann possessed, clearly inhabiting a human body, yet he was unmistakably Gray Cancer.

"Heh heh heh, it was a name I wanted to discard, yet you’ve given it right back to me. I understand. ’Born anew, but never forget the past.’ I am humbled by the Legion Commander’s foresight. I, Gray Cancer, shall devote my lifelong loyalty to the legion and its master."

"Uh, huh?"

Wait. Something was... off?

"Give me your orders. I shall demonstrate the legion’s overwhelming might to that wretched human alliance. How about collapsing their front lines? Please, grant me the chance. The dragon within me whispers: destroy everything..."

"My blood is fine, the human blood is normal. There’s no reason the kid should have chuunibyou... Damn it, this bitch is the problem. Flauros, ravage her with everything you’ve got. Fill her womb to the brim with tentacles."

Levis Ann’s belly swelled as if she were pregnant, and I buried my face in my hands in frustration.

"So power gained too easily comes with side effects..."

"Heh heh heh, Legion Commander. If possible, send me to the Leo Marquisate..."

"Shut it, you’re not even higher level than Eila."

"...Grk."

Gray Cancer.

He became the Adam of our legion’s unique species, the Dragonian.