Chapter 38
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 38
Chapter Title: Seven Captures and Seven Releases (2)
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Hearing the sound of Frederica closing the door behind her as she left, I let out a deep sigh.
"Who would've thought she'd be in the bathhouse."
There were more adventurers than usual charging into the dungeon to conquer it today, so I'd worked up a bigger sweat than normal and slipped into the bath early.
I'd completely forgotten Frederica was there.
Acting nonchalant had taken everything I had.
'What an incredible body.'
It was impressive in every sense of the word.
Huge breasts paired with rock-hard muscles.
As she passed behind me, I'd picked up a faint hint of killing intent and made a casual remark—had I hit the nail on the head?
She hadn't said a word in response before hurrying out of the bathhouse.
'Ambush...'
It was pretty contradictory: she'd seized the advantage with a surprise attack herself, yet demanded a fair fight from her opponent.
The dragonkin always came off that way in their arguments.
They wanted honorable combat but always leveraged their specialty—raw power.
Or they'd justify their own actions as romantic while condemning everything else.
I didn't like it.
But killing her outright would be a waste—her skills were too useful.
"Relying solely on the sex rooms to draw adventurers' attention has its limits now."
I needed more capable subordinates.
Today, even adventurers who'd normally turn back early had pushed deeper into the dungeon in unusually high numbers.
Not just those coming for a quick romp—the number aiming to conquer it was growing.
Probably because of the female adventurers who kept vanishing.
Some might be here searching for the missing, others chasing glory.
Their reasons didn't matter. What mattered was their arrogance in trying to conquer my dungeon.
I killed the men and raped the women.
The female adventurers who'd slept with me hadn't been able to handle my power and died, so you could say I'd killed them all anyway.
Weaklings too frail even to use as breeding stock.
'Time to spread the next rumor soon.'
Once the village filled with people determined to conquer the dungeon, turning the tide would be nearly impossible.
And that rumor would be...
Would you like to grant traits to the 2-star slime?
"Yeah."
After defeating Frederica, I'd used the fame points to upgrade the dungeon to D-rank.
That let me summon 2-star monsters.
I could've summoned slimes a bit sooner, so it wasn't all bad.
Normally, getting a 2-star would've required laying traps everywhere and randomly fusing 1-stars—a real grind stacked on grind.
One reason this game was such a pain to clear.
'But that's all in the past now.'
The style stemmed from not knowing the Demon King could grow through sex—and gain minions that way.
"No wonder the monsters felt so weak."
Unless it was a special 3-star summon, their combat power was pathetically low—embarrassing to even look at.
So now I could use 2-star slimes in a similar format to the sex dungeon to lure them in.
Granting traits to the slime to be summoned.
Adding Recovery (C). - Required EXP: 1500
Adding Damage Reduction (F). - Required EXP: 1000
Adding Cleanliness (B). - Required EXP: 4500
Adding Slow Growth (D). - Required EXP: 750
For adventurers touching the slime: Recovery trait for a simple detox effect, Damage Reduction to drop its nonexistent damage to zero, Cleanliness because detox means getting clean, and Slow Growth so it can grow, decompose, and reproduce on its own.
Traits I'd put some real thought into.
Not sure if it'd actually detox, though.
At least Recovery and Cleanliness would pique plenty of interest.
Bonus perk to take home.
That'd make the dungeon even more famous.
Cost: 5750 EXP.
Enough for maybe five summons at most.
I hit confirm after assigning the traits.
Summoning 2-star Monster Slime.
Consuming 5750 EXP.
Ploosh!
A white slime appeared.
Damage wasn't zero?
What the hell is -0.1?
I was still staring in shock at the bizarre stats when...
The white slime wiggled up onto my arm.
Right—better test the effects first.
The slime slithered across my skin.
Each time, it felt like I'd rubbed on some ointment—a warm, tingling sensation.
"Well, now."
Soon, my muscles started to loosen.
'The effect's legit.'
A slime that should've had faint acidity now gave off this balm-like warmth instead.
Nailed it.
A slime built for just Cleanliness and Recovery had gained muscle relaxation from the negative damage as a bonus.
"Hand this to Lorangleble's village chief, and he'll spread the word himself."
Alcom, was it?
I scooped up the slime—future star of the dungeon—and stood.
Way too long in the bath.
My head was spinning.
"Ready for today?"
"Yeah!"
Frederica had come looking for me first thing in the morning.
"You sure? Meaning your so-called 100% recovery?"
"Yeah!"
She nodded fiercely, eyes wide.
Full of confidence.
"Not planning some weird excuse if you lose?"
"Never!"
Thump! Thump!
She pounded her chest and shouted.
Her face burned with battle lust.
She was barely holding back the urge to launch herself at me right then.
"Not bad guts for a half-lizard."
"What? Half-lizard?"
"Good, then."
I flicked my hand at Yulia.
"Strip Frederica."
"Yes, Demon King."
"Oh, strip?"
"Yeah."
"Wh-what for?"
"Didn't you want a fair fight?"
"I did!"
"We could both hide weapons in our clothes, so better safe."
"Th-that's..."
Frederica looked flustered.
Even for her, stripping naked in front of everyone to fight would be embarrassing.
"At least keep underwear, then..."
"How do I know you won't hide something there? If you use it as an excuse and refuse to accept defeat, I'm the one in trouble."
"Urgh!"
"If you hate it, admit your last loss and take it."
Her face hardened. She agonized briefly, but not for long.
"Fine!"
Whoosh!
Frederica stripped instantly—no help from Yulia needed.
Even her underwear hit the floor.
The toned warrior woman's body was fully exposed.
"I'm disarmed completely! You stripping, Demon King?"
"Of course."
I spread my arms, and Amy tugged at my clothes.
Frederica watched as Amy stripped me piece by piece.
Once I was fully nude...
The gazes of Rebecca—who'd recovered—Amy, and even Yulia locked on.
Their faces flushed at the sight of my cock, but they didn't look away.
Frederica, meanwhile, forced her eyes elsewhere.
"Let's start, then."
"Here?"
"Need more space?"
This was the dungeon's largest arena—plenty of room.
"Nah, we're good."
I faced off against Frederica.
'Perfect timing.'
If she'd challenged me yesterday, victory wasn't guaranteed.
Win rate back then: 50-50.
But now? Different story.
I was a bit stronger than yesterday, while she'd barely changed.
That gap would decide it.
"Amy refs. She just calls win or loss. Fine with that?"
"Doesn't matter. I'm winning anyway."
"Talk big, huh. Simple rules: fight ends if opponent dies or can't continue. Got it?"
"Yeah, so hurry up. I'm itching."
Crack!
Frederica's joints popped menacingly.
But no one flinched.
No one here expected me to lose.
"Fight!"
Amy's call kicked it off.
"Who do you think wins, Lady Yulia?"
"Ah, Rebecca... I think the Demon King takes it easily."
"Same here."
The two watched the clash of titans.
One: the unfinished Demon King.
The other: Frederica, said to be the strongest of the dragonkin in brute force.
Frederica charged, pressuring the Demon King.
Her massive power and speed—if it were Rebecca, she'd crumple in five exchanges.
Boom!
The two powerhouses collided nude.
Flesh tones of red and navy flashed everywhere, but no one found it ugly.
Naked or not, Rebecca knew she couldn't beat either.
The Demon King's fist whistled through the air where it grazed.
An ear-piercing sound.
Frederica parried and aimed for his head.
Thud! Crack!
"Amazing. Just days ago, he wasn't this strong..."
"He's the Demon King."
Yulia's simple reply summed it up for Rebecca.
"Yeah... He's the Demon King."
'Strong...'
Frederica tracked the Demon King's moves relentlessly.
She hadn't expected this level of power.
It wouldn't be easy, but she'd thought she'd win...
No such luck.
She'd planned to smash this monster who dared call a dragonkin a "half-lizard."
But the lid was off: it was even, with her slightly on the back foot.
Thwack!
"Guh!"
The Demon King's fist snapped her head aside.
In the same motion, she kicked his gut.
Boom!
His body slammed into the wall, kicking up dust.
Got him.
Landed a solid hit.
She'd taken damage for it, but he'd eaten more.
Now, follow up...
"Urgh..."
Blood trickled from her nose.
Her brain rattled—legs shook even standing still.
Hard to stay upright.
"Damn."
He was strong.
Way stronger than expected.
Despite the grueling fight, Frederica grinned.
That's what made it fun.
The more they fought, the more her lips curled up unconsciously.
Her screaming muscles from the frenzy stimulated her nerves, blending pain with faint pleasure on every move.
Why she loved battle.
The muscle tremors and vibrations.
The thrill of one slip meaning death.
That drew her to the battlefield.
Slicing a foe's throat there gave her one of her few true pleasures.
And now.
The Demon King delivered the best fight she'd ever had.
Bare-handed raw combat—no weapons!
What fight could suit a dragonkin more?
"Hah... hah..."
She couldn't lose.
Losing this would shame her dragonkin blood.
Frederica shuddered.
Her tensed muscles quivered, electric tingles racing through her body.
"Haaah!"
Her moan hovered between ecstasy and warrior's cry as she wiped the blood from her mouth.
Toughness was her forte.
Famous even among dragonkin for it.
Few could drop her with bare fists.
She'd tanked northern megamonsters' blows effortlessly.
'One punch, and I'm like this?'
Slacked on training?
Embarrassing.
Disgracing dragonkin honor...
"Huh?"
Then, from the dust cloud, something huge lumbered out slowly.
Head trauma blurred her focus.
She shut her eyes, clenched her fist, and refocused.
Steadying her shaky vision, she glared ahead.
What caught her eye...
"Eh?"
The Demon King's massive cock swinging between his legs.
Far from ordinary.
Its size and girth could fell any woman—captivating her gaze in an instant.
Lost in the fight's thrill, she'd forgotten about sex.
That split-second lapse...
Thwack!
"Gah!"
The final blow landed.
Thud!
Frederica crumpled, consciousness fading.