Lewd Dungeon Master: This Orc Is Too Damn OP!

Chapter 397: Immersion

Unexpected.

Isn’t this exactly the kind of situation that word was made for?

I welcomed four dark elves into my dungeon bed. They were dark-skinned inside the dungeon, but they were Cookies-and-Cream elves who could turn white the moment they stepped outside.

"We’ll do it."

Sola, the daughter of the exiled Virgin Elf 1st Elder and once Luna’s rival, came to me along with three Cookie elves. The moment they heard the news from Luna, they rushed to me and begged to become permanent dark elves.

"For real?"

"Yes. We will become dark elves."

"Why? There isn’t much difference between a regular elf and a dark elf, is there?"

At most, the difference was whether their breast milk tasted like fresh fruit or rich chocolate. And they weren’t the only option; the total number of Cookies-and-Cream elves had reached as many as eighty.

"Besides, it’s not as though you can do this just because you want to. Have you forgotten? Who you belong to?"

"We belong to you, Legion Commander."

"That’s right. But you’re also my family at the same time. You four belong to me, but you also belong to Galahad."

The four were the Cookies-and-Cream elves closest to Luna in seniority. They were the women I’d personally sampled before having Galahad sow orc seed in them.

"Did you get Galahad’s permission?"

"Not yet."

"Then no. There’s no reason it has to be you four, Galahad’s women."

"Legion Commander, that is favoritism toward Galahad. Are not all orcs of your bloodline? The elves paired with them are in the exact same position as us."

"Ngh...."

She had a point. Galahad was a somewhat special orc, but in the end, all orcs were practically my flesh and blood. Unilaterally turning their partners into the chocolate variety would be discrimination.

"Let me ask one thing. Why do you want to become dark elves of your own accord?"

"First, because becoming a dark elf is proof, written on our bodies, that we belong to an orc."

"Oho, go on."

That was a rather compelling statement. I lent an ear to Sola’s words.

"Cream elves have the gap appeal of seeming modest while secretly being lustful. But Cookie elves are the ones who openly display that they’re lustful, that they’ve lain with an orc. We wish to flaunt through our skin color that we belong to an orc. So that no human would dare covet us."

"You want to go around showing you’re taken?"

"We are Galahad’s women, after all."

The other three elves nodded as well. It seemed the four had talked it over thoroughly and come to a decision.

"And the second reason is that we wish to atone, in whatever way we can, for a sin we carry."

"Sin?"

"Yes. If we had done more to spread the joy of sex with orcs to the other elves, the number of Cookies-and-Cream elves would have grown. My mother would have learned of the Legion Commander’s greatness. But we fell short. We want to make up for that shortcoming through this opportunity."

"There’s no obligation for you to go that far, but... if that’s truly what you want, then fine. However, you must get Galahad’s permission first."

No matter that they were elves, if they were claiming to belong to an orc, I had no intention of approving it without the orc in question giving his consent.

"I’ll summon Galahad. I’ll respect whatever he decides, but there’s no way he’ll agree. Do you know how great it is to sample fruit flavor and chocolate flavor separately?"

"That’s precisely why we want to become dark elves."

The four bowed deeply with desperate expressions, pleading.

"Galahad sucks on us eagerly when we’re Cookies, but when we’re Cream, he just thrusts away!"

"When we’re in the fruit-flavored state you described, Legion Commander, Galahad has never once sucked our breast milk."

"Even when we do the hole-play at the dungeon entrance, he prefers to do it inside the dungeon!"

"To put it bluntly, he gets harder when we’re dark elves."

The four unleashed a rapid-fire barrage of Galahad’s sexual preferences almost simultaneously. I raised my hand to cut them off.

"If he prefers the dark side, that’s fair enough. But still, go ask him."

"We’ll be right back."

The four vanished like a flash of light. Though I felt a twinge of regret that they were willingly giving up their Cookies-and-Cream duality, I was also grateful to the four elves for sacrificing something significant to cater to their partner’s preferences.

"Heh, it’s enough to bring a tear to my eye. The spirit of sacrifice, giving up half of yourself for your master. Someone ought to learn from that."

"You mean me, don’t you?"

"Damn, busted."

Luna, who had returned with the four, shot me a look.

"Are you giving me grief because I always let you do it from behind?"

"Luna, let’s use proper phrasing. When you say it like that, it sounds like you’re the one deflowering me. You’re the one offering up your rear. Wait, no, that makes it sound like we only do anal. How am I supposed to phrase this?"

"Just say I won’t do it for you anymore."

"Right. Luna always shows me her rear and gets railed like an animal... ow, I’m injured, you know."

Luna kicked me in the knee. I’d barely been standing as it was, and the pain made it impossible to stay upright on my own. I threw my arm around Luna’s shoulders and grabbed her chest.

"Injuring an injured man; take responsibility. You’re my splint today. My splint."

"Sneaking a feel... no, you’re flat-out groping my chest?"

"I’d call it a sly titty-grab. Heh heh. Anyway, you should learn from Sola and the girls. They’re willing to go dark for Galahad’s sake, but all you ever do is offer it from behind. Hm?"

"...You really know how to piss me off."

Luna reached out and grabbed my cock. Just as I was kneading her chest, Luna fondled my cock with her hand.

"And here I was going to ride on top for a change."

"Hmph, you think I’ll just bow and say ’why thank you’ if you dangle that?"

"I’ll start in cowgirl and switch to face-to-face sitting."

"I am profoundly grateful, Your Majesty."

Without a second thought, I wrapped my arm around Luna’s waist. Luna twirled like a dance partner and came to face me directly.

"Haven’t you finished a lot of times today already?"

"I could go all day. ...But that’ll have to wait a bit, it seems."

"We’re sorry. We ruined the moment from the start...."

The four dark-elf hopefuls shuffled over to us sheepishly. Galahad, standing beside them, was failing to suppress the grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"I heard you prefer chocolate, Galahad. Is that right?"

"It’s a bit embarrassing to admit, but... honestly, I prefer the Cookie elf side."

"Why?"

"Because when I thrust them with my Holy Sword, they feel the pleasure much more intensely."

At Galahad’s words, the four fidgeted and avoided my gaze. Galahad grinned and conjured a faint glow of divine power at his fingertips.

"When they’re Cream elves, sprinkling divine power on them gets no reaction. But when they’re Cookie elves, it’s different. It’s a bit graphic to say with them standing right here, but... they absolutely lose it."

"Oho.... You little minxes, you made a fool of me."

Galahad’s expression hardened. The four elves’ faces paled as well at the low rumble of my voice.

"So the real reason you want to become dark elves is so you can enjoy Galahad’s Holy Sword even more?"

"Th-that’s..."

"Legion Commander. They didn’t sell me out. I’ve already heard everything."

Galahad pulled the four into a serious embrace. Their waists were so slender, and Galahad’s arms so powerful, that all four fit snugly against him at once, two tucked against his thighs and two against his waist.

"They want to become dark elves out of consideration for me."

"Explain yourself. If you can’t convince me, you won’t escape punishment either. Now then... what punishment shall it be."

Smack, smack, smack.

I spanked Luna’s backside with my palm.

"For the crime of failing to manage the elves, the queen shall be held accountable."

"Wh-what did I do wrong?"

"The crime of turning me on more than those four."

I squeezed and kneaded Luna’s rear to quiet her down. Fondling her backside, which was every bit as luscious as her chest, I sized up Galahad.

"Answer me, paladin."

"Legion Commander, I’ll keep it simple. When divine power is effective, they come after just ten thrusts. But when they’re regular elves, it takes a hundred thrusts to make them come once."

"...!!"

I forgot I was even stroking Luna’s rear. Galahad proudly waved the divine power glimmering at his fingertips.

"Even with just the tiniest amount of power, their sensitivity is multiplied several times over."

"I’m jealous. I’m so incredibly jealous that you have that kind of power."

I had my tattoo’s power, but that enhanced my own stamina; it wasn’t a power that stimulated my partner’s sensitivity.

"I see. So you four decided to become bodies that finish easily, all for Galahad’s sake."

There was one Galahad and four elves. So they had chosen the path that let them receive as much of Galahad’s love as possible. So they could reach more climaxes in the same amount of time.

"Fine. If that’s how it is, I accept. Galahad, in the near future, violate them for real. They need to feel what it’s truly like to be assaulted."

Galahad would be the one carrying it out, but Levis would take the fall. The four clapped their hands together and began to laugh.

"Thank you, Legion Commander."

"Don’t mention it. ...By the way, how do we actually make a dark elf?"

"I can do it."

Luna, who had been entrusting her rear to me and savoring the sensation, extended her hand toward the four. The divine power that flowed from Luna’s hand seeped into the four’s lower abdomens and flashed as stigmata.

Pshoooo.

The four instantly squirted and dropped to their knees. A sweet chocolate scent wafted through the air, then quickly shifted to a fresh, fruity fragrance. Despite being inside the dungeon, the four had instantly transformed into Cream elves; white elves.

"I reactivated the stigmata on their cervixes. Now, the moment a tip hits their cervix and semen makes contact, they’ll become dark elves."

"Thank you... Your Majesty."

"No need for thanks. If it’s what they want, it’s my duty to make it happen."

Luna blushed and buried her face in my chest again. Now, if the four received a creampie inside the dungeon, they would become complete dark elves.

"Galahad. Violate them without using divine power. That’s an order."

"...Legion Commander. I’m sorry, but I don’t think I can follow that order."

"You don’t think?"

The wishy-washy phrasing, so unlike Galahad, made me cock my head involuntarily.

"Are you saying they’re too precious to you to violate?"

"No. ...I simply don’t know how to violate someone. No matter how I try to imitate what you do, Legion Commander, my body won’t cooperate."

"What... did you just say...?"

Galahad was a true gentleman.

"Now’s my time to shine! Sweetie, should I get on all fours? Will you do me from behind like you’re really assaulting me? And spank me while you’re at it!"

"No. You enjoy that. What if those four see it and start enjoying it too? They’re supposed to become victims here."

Luna could serve as an excellent teaching aid for rear-entry technique, but she was ill-suited for training the kind of personnel I needed. Still, to convincingly act as elves who’d been assaulted by Levis, they absolutely needed to understand a victim’s feelings.

"Tch, what to do... Eureka."

Smack.

I slapped Luna’s rear.

"This is exactly when empathy works best. If you think about it from the other person’s perspective, you’ll surely understand their feelings. Wait just a moment."

Beep beep beep. I opened the system and searched for the woman who could solve the problem we faced.

[What did you summon me for?]

"Do I need a reason to call you?"

[I have a feeling you’re about to make me do something lewd.]

"Spot on. I called because I have a favor to ask. ’That job.’"

[There’s more than one or two of ’those jobs,’ but... hmm, let me guess. Is it about Levis?]

"Yes."

I briefly filled Shaitan in on the current situation. Sharp as she was, Shaitan would quickly grasp my intentions from just a light hint.

[No way.]

"That’s right. Operation name: [Walk a Mile]. To method-act, you need to immerse yourself in the role. The dark elves need to feel what it’s like to be assaulted. So...."

[A dream.]

"Exactly."

I planned to use the succubus’s power to let them experience what being assaulted felt like.

[Master, are you planning to gang-rape the four as orcs?]

"Huh? No. Why would I do something so terrible to them? I said ’walk a mile,’ didn’t I?"

[...Pardon?]

Shaitan was taken aback. I smiled and shared my idea with her.

"We’re all going to become the orcs doing the gang-raping."

To understand how victims feel, we decided to try being the perpetrators.