Lewd Dungeon Master: This Orc Is Too Damn OP!

Chapter 394: Stockpile

Whether Levis trembled in fear or not, the legion’s "dragonification" process continued. Line, who’d already climbed onto the summoning facility, bowed deeply to me and cradled the armful of eggs Levis and I had produced.

[Notice: Oh my, Line’s condition is...?]

I won’t be pressing the B button. Line, clutching the green eggs, was sucked into the cocoon. The small two-star slimefolk, barely a few dozen centimeters tall, began transforming inside the cocoon into a body the size of an adult man.

"Flauros, how long until Line’s evolution is complete?"

Flauros waved its tentacles to indicate the time. It didn’t look like I’d be able to watch Line’s birth firsthand.

"I’m sorry, Line."

I gently stroked the top of the cocoon.

"You can’t speak, so I’ve been relatively neglectful toward you. Please understand that this is the only way I could look after you."

It was hard to spend time as a normal family. I felt deeply sorry in many ways toward Line, Harpuia, and all my children. Since I hadn’t raised them myself, there were moments when it felt awkward, like they might not truly be mine.

"I may not have raised you from infancy, but I can give you magic stones, mana, and more stars to make you stronger. Please, take the dragon’s power well and be reborn anew."

A prayer to the goddess and the Demon King. I offered a brief prayer before Line’s cocoon and stepped back. Levis was so terrified she couldn’t utter a word.

"Levis, what are you so afraid of?"

I stroked Levis’s horns. My fingers traced the bones of her wing joints, and I ran my hand back and forth along the silver tail extending from her backside as if pleasuring it.

"Are you afraid of losing these?"

Levis avoided my gaze. In the gap, I read her thoughts. Through the system.

[Submission: Levis Ann was a proud dragon, but she was defeated by outrageous means and taken prisoner. She’s looking for any chance to escape, but she’s terrified at the prospect of her proud dragon features being damaged.]

’Come to think of it, when she fought me, she kept calling me inferior and uncivilized.’

As if she’s any better. I ran my hand along Levis’s lower back. My fingers pressed firmly into her spine, one vertebra at a time.

"I hear weapons made from ground dragon bones are supposed to be excellent."

"Hiii, eek?!"

"What do you think, Levis? If dragons were born from the eggs you’ve laid, not your children, but the eggs, what about making weapons out of them?"

"Y-you’re insane!!"

Levis shrieked and began thrashing her body.

"They’re your children too, you came inside me and made them! And you’d make weapons out of them? Are you out of your mind?!"

"Two misunderstandings there. The weapons I mentioned referred to soldiers for the legion. Whether they’re human or orc, if they gain power as quarter-dragons, they’ll live longer and be able to fight adventurers with ease. My, my, what a gruesome imagination you have."

"Th-that’s because you worded it that way!!"

"I combined two separate statements into one. When did I ever say I’d hatch the eggs you laid, grind those dragons’ bones, and forge them into weapons? I didn’t, did I? Heh heh."

Levis bit her lip. Her glaring eyes were a blend of allure and venom that made my cock stand on its own. But I had no intention of fucking Levis any further today.

"And there’s a second misunderstanding. The two eggs you just laid are my children, yes. But the eggs produced from now on won’t be mine. Though the seed is still mine. Heh heh."

"What...?"

Confusion flickered in Levis’s eyes. Having no knowledge of how dungeon master biology and the system worked, my words were naturally difficult for her to grasp.

"Before I took Gray with me earlier, I pumped your womb full of seed with a tentacle cock. Of course the semen is mine, but the one who ’sowed the seed’ inside you was Flauros."

Flauros twisted its exposed roots together shyly. Come to think of it, I’d ordered Flauros to kidnap adventurers and violate prisoners, but I didn’t think I’d ever told it to sow as a Dungeon Lord.

"Congratulations. And from now on, give it your all. Flauros, starting now, you’ll be impregnating Levis with ’my sperm.’ Understood?"

Thud. Flauros playfully saluted with its tentacle cock. Levis’s eyes filled with confusion and horror.

"Wh-what on earth are you talking about...?"

"Didn’t get it? Allow me to spell it out."

No complicated explanation was needed. I laid out the situation for Levis in terms even Forneus could understand.

The sperm being deposited inside Levis’s belly was mine.

Flauros’s job was to absorb the semen through its roots, hold onto it, and insert it into Levis at two-hour intervals.

And the one performing the act of sowing the seed, the sperm, into Levis’s womb was Flauros.

"Biologically and genetically, they’re yours and mine. But in terms of the system, Flauros becomes the father. Heh heh, Flauros’s rank is high enough to produce four-stars anyway."

I reviewed the probability rates relayed through Flauros. If not for this arrangement, I’d probably have had to keep going at it myself no matter how exhausted I got.

"Be grateful to Flauros, Levis. Its high rank means I don’t have to personally finish inside you anymore."

[Flauros x Levis (Prisoner): Union of Dungeon Lord and Half-Dragon]

[Expected Result; Levis (Prisoner)]

Tentacle Dragon: ☆☆☆, 9%

Dragonian: ☆☆☆☆, 90%

Levis Ann: ★★★★★☆, 1%

Unlike me, who could produce dragonians at a 99% rate, Flauros’s odds were comparatively lower. There was even a chance of spawning an unidentified species called a Tentacle Dragon.

"A 9% chance is well within acceptable range. A day has 24 hours, and if we run this like a factory and crank out as many eggs as possible, we’d get a steady 11 per day. Heh heh heh, out of those, at least one should come out as Flauros’s offspring."

Flauros waved its roots in enthusiastic celebration. Tentacle monster or not, given that its form was a tree, even Flauros as a Tentacle Drasil wasn’t about to pass up the chance to reproduce.

"A guaranteed four-star versus a 90% chance at four-star. The former is overwhelmingly more reliable, but this isn’t something that’s all that urgent, so we can take it slow and steady. Oh, you don’t have any chronic illnesses, do you? If so, I’d like to squeeze out as many eggs as possible before you die."

"You, you’re...!"

"You’re a half-dragon; laying a bunch of eggs isn’t going to kill you. Don’t worry. I have no intention of killing you before you’ve laid at least 200 eggs. No, I have no intention of releasing you either."

If Levis became a dungeon subordinate, I could revive her even if she died, but unfortunately, she showed absolutely no signs of joining the legion. So I had to use Levis in whatever way benefited the legion most.

"If I had my way, I’d come in every two hours to finish and leave, but there are just too many others who want my cock."

I tapped Levis’s chest. Instead of her cheeks, her swaying breasts were flushed red from the constant stimulation.

"I’ll stop by about twice a day when I happen to think of it. Since it’s a chance for all my children to gain the power of a dragon... might as well stockpile eggs while we’re at it."

"You... are truly insane. You’re out of your mind."

"If you want to blame someone, blame the one who made me this way. Not that you’d know who that is. Heh heh."

I grabbed Levis’s chin and turned it toward the cocoon. Inside, Line, who had been a slimefolk, was evolving into a new form that looked almost human.

"I’ll have to see how Line turns out to be sure, but it seems like ’dragonian’ is a blanket term for any mixed species with dragon blood. Thanks to you, I even get to create new species. Levis, you really are a goldmine."

Just as Andras had given rise to a new species called Andras, I had mixed orc and half-dragon genes to create a new species called dragonians.

"What do you think? Dragonian humans, dragonian orcs, they’ll keep being born one after another. Oh wait, dragonian slimes are possible too. Heh heh."

"...N-no."

"Hm? What was that?"

"This isn’t right...! This is wrong!!"

Levis began thrashing violently. Flauros still had her firmly restrained, and the tentacles coiled around her entire body continued stimulating her pleasure centers, yet Levis fixed me with a sharp, lucid glare.

"Do you even realize what you’re doing?! You’re increasing the dragon bloodline! By force! You foolish bastard, do you know what dragons hate the most?!"

"What, do they despise breeding indiscriminately like inferior humans?"

"!!"

Levis had been about to say something, but she clamped her mouth shut. Her eyes wavered, as though my probing remark had been exactly what she’d intended to say.

"Every species that lives basking in its own glory and considers other races inferior and lesser is the same. Is having few numbers supposed to make you special? Hah, what a joke. Would they cull the population if the numbers grew?"

"Yes! They’ll slaughter every last creature with dragon blood in its veins! ...Including me!"

Levis’s eyes began to brim with tears. Not tears of climax, but tears of genuine fear and dread.

"Heh heh, why so serious? Dragons will slaughter us? Fat chance. We’re a legion. We don’t know defeat."

"You reckless fool...!"

"Reckless? Now that actually pisses me off. Do you have any idea how hard I work to outsmart the opposition? The fact that you’re defeated, bound in tentacles, and moaning in here is all thanks to the plans I devised and my countermeasures against your movements. Believe it or not, I’m the type who fights with brains over brawn."

Normally I enjoy taking the front lines myself, but that’s only because things work best when I step up. I’d love nothing more than to sit in the back and rule the world with nothing but smooth talking, like everyone else.

"Shut up! You fight with brains? Bullshit! You fight with your dick!"

"Ooh, fair point."

"A guy who makes every decision with his cock has plans? Fuck off! Shoving a lust parasite up someone’s ass is a plan, you filthy orc?!"

"What happened to you wasn’t part of my plan, though. If you’d just held it in and hadn’t pooped, you wouldn’t have been caught, right? You should’ve steeled yourself and controlled your bowel movements with grit and effffffort during a war. Yep."

The Scar Theology inside Levis wriggled its body in agreement. I lightly scratched the holy-demonic magic brand etched onto Levis’s lower abdomen and pointed inward.

"I’ve said all I need to say. You’re a loser. One who tried to abandon all her subordinates and flee at that. You were going to leave everyone behind and fly away alone."

"That was only because my subordinates were hopeless!!"

"Then you should’ve gathered subordinates who listen and attacked with them. Just like me. Soldiers who’d lay down their lives to protect the legion, even if a dragon showed up."

Squelch. I pushed a tentacle back inside Levis. Rather than Flauros blindly thrashing tentacles around in there, I grabbed the tentacle myself and began pumping it back and forth.

"Ngh, gah...!"

Levis’s breathing grew ragged again. I thrust the tentacle repeatedly while locking eyes with her.

"You... you’re actually enjoying this with me, aren’t you?"

"As if!! Fuck, did you not hear a word I said?! Stop changing the subject and pissing me off! If dragon blood keeps spreading, the dragons will go berserk!!"

"When that happens, I’ll just fuck the dragons too. I’m curious what a real dragon tastes like, not just a half-dragon. Is your mother the dragon, or your father?"

"You sex-crazed piece of shit...!"

Levis swung her arm and tried to grab my throat. Her sharpened nails were keen as blades, but they carried none of the divine power that could threaten me.

"Whoa, still hasn’t learned her lesson. Lucifer, did you actually train her properly?"

"What?! Ah, uh, well, the thing is...."

Lucifer shot Levis an aggrieved look. She’d no doubt been giving the training her best effort, but the problem was Levis, who just kept fighting back.

"Looks like I need to break her spirit a bit. Flauros, open the gate!!!"

Creeeak.

Flauros’s body split open left and right. The tentacle tree split lengthwise down the middle, and I grabbed Levis by the crotch and carried her inside.

"Same course as what Lucifer went through. I’ll see you in two hours. For you, though... it’ll feel more like a week."

"What do you..."

"Pleasure, times 100."

I hurled Levis into the Chamber of Passion and Ras, the training room.

"Behave yourself for 200 hours and have fun with the tentacles."

"Ah, AAAAGH...!!"

Shlurp.

Levis vanished into the training room. I flicked Levis’s juices off my hand.

"Whew. Lucifer, the next time I visit, I want her trained to the point where she’s servicing my Holy Sword with her tongue. Understood?"

"Y-yes! I’ll do my best!"

"Then get to it. Why are you just standing there gawking? Hopeless. Flauros, grab her too and throw her in."

"W-wait a moment?!"

Chomp.

"As the instructor of tentacle-play training, set a good example, Lucifer."

"Kyaaaa!!"

I tossed Lucifer into the training room along with her.