Chapter 37
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 37
Chapter Title: Seven Captures and Seven Releases (1)
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“Sniff sniff... Lord Demon King’s scent...”
Rebecca, fully back to her senses, threw herself at my body without a hint of resistance.
Her pale face looked quite lovely as she buried it in my chest, sniffing away.
With her blue eyes—unsuited to a demon—half-lidded, she kept sniffing.
“You like my scent that much?”
“Yes... Sniffing it like this... Hnngh, I feel like I might go again...”
Even after cumming so many times already, her body shivered as if she were feeling it anew.
Transparent love juices leaked from her pussy once more.
“Haaah.”
“Looks like I should give you a gift you’ll love.”
“What kind...?”
I spent a bit of the experience points I’d gained from killing the max-level rabbit and Frederike to craft an iron mask to cover her face.
It had nothing to do with traps, but since it was special equipment for her, it seemed I could summon it.
‘An exclusive item, huh.’
I hadn’t expected the mask to be an exclusive piece.
I figured a holy knight’s exclusive gear would be something like a sword or armor.
But it seemed perfect for her, given how much she loved scents.
“Here. Didn’t that mask of yours break?”
“Ahh, Lord Demon King...”
Tears welled up in Rebecca’s eyes as she held the mask.
“You’ve already shown me such mercy despite my mission’s failure, and now this gift...”
“Focus on your duties. This is to encourage you.”
“Thank you.”
She slipped on the mask with an ecstatic expression, closing her eyes to savor the lingering scent fully.
“Haaah...”
Without even touching her, Rebecca’s waist buckled.
Her white spinal line stood out prominently.
I trailed my fingernail down that pronounced curve, drawing a red line across her pale back.
“Haang! Haaang! Lord Demon King, it’s too intense...”
Rebecca heaved with vulgar gasps.
She clearly loved her new gift.
‘Frederike, you left me a real hassle.’
Rebecca’s broken arms had fully healed from sex with me. My experience points rose in tandem, bumping my level up by one.
Maybe because she’d been such a formidable holy knight.
The explosive power from fusing my semen with her energy was extraordinary.
Probably this was...
‘Due to Frederike’s incantation spell, right?’
Well, it was resolved now anyway.
Yulia, who’d been silently watching my interaction with Rebecca, still stood gazing at me wordlessly.
Her mouth was shut, but she looked like she had plenty to say.
“Something wrong?”
“No.”
“Keeping an eye on Frederike?”
She nodded instead of answering.
“She’s a strong woman. It might be better to eliminate her now.”
Yulia didn’t know the quest details.
So it was natural for her to worry.
My actions might seem like reckless bravado to her.
But if I could truly subdue Frederike, she’d become an incredibly capable subordinate.
“Eliminating her now would net good experience points. But that’s it. I need talented minions. Ones who can wield incantation magic freely and pack a punch.”
“...It’s too risky.”
“Gambling always yields bigger returns the higher the stakes and risks.”
She fell silent.
“Your deeds have never failed, Lord Demon King. I’ll simply follow.”
Yulia nodded calmly.
I was confident of victory.
While Frederike recovered, I’d grow stronger too.
By embracing close aides like Amy and others.
And devouring the pure prey that wandered into the dungeon now and then.
‘Wonder what dragonkin pussy tastes like.’
I was eager to sample the flavor I’d passed up right in front of me.
Frederike followed the goblins assigned by the Demon King and enjoyed the meal they prepared.
Contrary to her worries, the dungeon food was surprisingly delicious.
“It’s steamed meat from the front leg of a wild boar from Dibel Forest, cooked with dungeon moss. Kek! The seasoning is Plait Sauce, made by simmering Plait fruits with sugar and salt. Kek!”
If not for the goblins’ grotesque appearances and those kek sounds, it could pass for cuisine at a high-end restaurant in a human city—so refined it was.
“It’s... quite good.”
She hated to admit it, but it was excellent.
It perfectly suited her picky palate.
No trace of the boar’s gamey smell. She’d expected it to be tough, but it was melt-in-your-mouth tender.
She’d worried the dungeon moss would make it fishy, but it didn’t at all. Instead, the moss softened the boar’s muscles beautifully.
It had been three days since she arrived in this dungeon.
There was no discomfort in her stay.
Astonishingly so.
Even visits to noble estates rarely offered such treatment.
Apart from the eerie sounds echoing occasionally.
“Haa...”
“Fuuuck...”
“Giiive iiit...”
The faint echoes from far away sounded even more vulgar and filthy than whores starved for customers a month.
Just hearing those voices clawed at her chest with desperation.
Yet it differed from the battlefield cries she knew.
Stickier, slimier.
“What are those sounds?”
Even when she couldn’t hold back her curiosity and asked the goblins...
“Guests don’t need to worry about that. Kek!”
They refused to answer.
“Bath time now. Kek!”
“Got it.”
The schedule here was surprisingly regimented.
Meals, exercise, baths—all at set times.
Most of the day was free time, and they didn’t interfere no matter what she did.
As long as she didn’t go to the 1st or 3rd floors.
Touch was off-limits there.
So she trained and exercised daily.
As always.
She wasn’t some lazy loser dragonkin born complacent.
To grow stronger, one had to sweat endlessly every day.
“Does the Demon King’s castle always run on this schedule?”
“Yes! Kek! Lord Demon King set it. Kek! He says a regular life builds a healthy body. Kek!”
“A diligent Demon King.”
A Demon King, of all things.
With his own bathhouse too.
Frederike shook her head to clear stray thoughts and followed the goblin.
‘Come to think of it, something goes up to the upper floors periodically.’
Her quarters were on Basement Level 2.
Isolated from the 1st floor traps and monsters that real adventurers challenged.
Who’d call this a dungeon?
It was a castle.
A meticulously built one.
The only entrance/exit she’d scouted was the single staircase to the 1st floor.
‘There must be hidden passages.’
Those distant sounds from below suggested deeper levels.
This dungeon spanned at least Basement Level 3.
Possibly more.
‘The periodic trips up are to handle adventurers trying to conquer this place, right?’
If so, challenging him right after he returned from that...
‘Get a grip.’
She was a proud dragonkin warrior.
No cowardly tricks.
She fought fair and square.
Grind!
Frederike ground her sharp, draconic fangs and entered the bathhouse.
“Wash up. Kek! I’ll come back in 30 minutes. Kek!”
“Fine.”
She stripped off the white training clothes they’d given her.
Her 180cm frame, broad shoulders, and scar-covered body were fully exposed.
Vicious wounds from swords and spears everywhere, but her muscles were beautiful.
Even more striking than those muscles were her huge, elastic dragonkin breasts, yet Frederike took greater pride in her firm musculature.
It was the source of her power.
‘With this alone, no one in this world can look down on me.’
On this brutal continent, strength was power, honor, the way to prove oneself.
“Hngh!”
Frederike flexed.
Her packed muscles clenched tight!
The sharply defined lines signaled her strength was nearly fully restored.
Without those massive breasts, no one would even peg her as a woman.
“Fuuu...”
After a moment admiring her muscles.
Frederike entered the bath without even grabbing a towel.
The steaming pool was empty.
“Better facilities than the Empire’s public baths.”
Even the imperial facilities she’d visited on missions fell short.
Hot water poured endlessly from a carved gargoyle head.
She’d thought it was magic-heated, but it was actually circulating nearby hot spring water.
The floor was spotless coated marble.
Perfect drainage, amenities provided.
A flawlessly designed bath.
“A Demon King, of all things.”
Forcing out the words, Frederike soaped up and sank into the warm water.
Demon King or not.
“Hnnngh.”
The hot water easing her weary body drew out an uncle-like groan unwittingly.
A true warrior could handle a sound like that easily.
“Feels good.”
Her fatigued muscles from a day of training melted in the heat.
“So good... Urgh.”
Bathing was essential for warriors.
Idiots claimed sweat reabsorbed built a warrior’s soul, but nonsense.
Hot water revived the body’s rhythm.
She gazed down at her submerged form.
Her huge breasts floated buoyantly, their soft pink nipples contrasting her hot, powerful body.
“Why do men like these?”
She fondled her breasts.
Always drawing men’s stares.
Even in villages, men kneeling to her dignity stole glances at them.
She couldn’t fathom why.
What was so great about this flab?
It only got in the way of training.
She recalled those women kneading theirs with delight.
‘Doesn’t make sense.’
What was fun about groping these?
She’d masturbated before, so she knew pleasure, a woman’s joy.
But the tingling in her muscles from workouts felt better. That pull made her loins itch.
“Haaah. Forget it. Not the time.”
As she soaked...
Creeeak.
Someone entered.
Who?
Frederike turned.
“Didn’t expect company.”
A man with bluish skin.
The Demon King.
“Pardon the intrusion. Bath time’s sacred; gotta stick to it.”
“Wha...?”
The Demon King settled across from her.
“Fuuu, nice.”
She hadn’t anticipated sharing a bath like this.
“Uh?”
Frederike regretted not bringing a towel.
She was tough, but no exhibitionist enjoying nudity before men.
“Don’t sweat it.”
“What?”
“No interest in women I can’t conquer.”
“What’s that...?”
“Means I won’t get hard looking at you now. Drop the out-of-place expression?”
“Y-You bastard...”
“Just wash. No need to show it.”
Ah, he was already in.
Exposing herself naked before a man was embarrassing, but she couldn’t skip this bath.
Missing it meant no bathing till tomorrow.
Besides...
‘At this rate, I’ll be 100% recovered tomorrow.’
If they clashed again.
She’d never use this bath again.
Because she’d kill that Demon King.
“Hmph.”
Frederike dunked herself head to toe in the hot spring.
Bubble bubble.
Bubbles rose where her head submerged.
She finished bathing thoroughly enough to melt her body.
“Hnnngh.”
Her skin flushed red from the heat.
“Heading out?”
“Done with everything.”
“No soaping?”
“Did it before coming.”
“Hm, more refined than expected.”
Frederike passed without a word.
In that moment, she glimpsed his unguarded back.
The Demon King’s broad back, utterly without vigilance.
‘Attack now...’
He’d die defenseless.
Even if he countered, smash through.
Not 100% certain.
But she could win.
“Is that your warrior’s pride? Sneaking from behind like when you hit my minions?”
“What?”
“I’m saying ambushing from behind doesn’t suit a warrior’s honor.”
“...”
“I’ll pretend not to notice, so let it slide. Act the magnanimous hero when it suits you, show your pettiness when cornered—that’s dragonkin traits? Then attack. You’ll regret it.”
“...”
“If not attacking, quit wasting time and rest. We’ll fight once you’re fully recovered.”
Frederike’s face burned crimson as she walked away.
Whether from the hot spring’s heat or shame at nearly betraying her warrior’s pride...
Even she couldn’t tell.