Chapter 6
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 6
Chapter Title: That Bitch Was Ravaged by a Monster, a Vulgar and Filthy Woman
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While Yulia worked on creating the aphrodisiac trap, I headed to the dungeon entrance.
The inside of the dungeon mattered, of course, but its exterior was just as important.
How it appeared to the raiders.
This was more crucial than one might think.
It couldn't look too pathetic, nor could it seem overwhelmingly powerful.
In the former case, adventurers wouldn't show up often enough, stalling growth. In the latter, challengers far too strong would swarm too quickly, causing trouble.
Finding that sweet middle ground.
Was there anything in this world more difficult than "just right"?
I inspected the dungeon entrance.
Unlike the interior structure I'd already sculpted, the outside resembled an ordinary cave nestled amid a mundane forest.
No maintenance at all—trees sprawled wildly, moss and bushes overran the cliffs connected to the cave.
Some vines even draped down over the entrance, partially obscuring it.
At a glance, it hardly screamed "dungeon."
"Not many would peg this as a dungeon."
Unless they were adventurers with an innate sense for such places, it'd be tough to spot.
'This setup might draw in lost villagers from nearby by accident.'
In this game of building and running a dungeon, rumors from villagers were the last thing you wanted.
The scandalous rumor events triggered if a villager wandered in by mistake and vanished or died inside.
That's why, if a villager intrusion event popped up, I'd hide the monsters and pause traps.
And for good reason.
Killing villagers yielded negligible EXP—barely more than dust. No real gain there.
Better to let them go than risk the infamy hit.
Plenty of ways to send them packing, too.
Cast confusion magic and guide them out, or subtly reshape the dungeon into a boring cave.
Too much hassle, though.
Missing one slip-up could spell disaster, so prevention was smarter.
In short, reshaping the entrance would deter villagers and speed up dungeon growth.
"What design would work best?"
I pondered before starting.
A sign, maybe?
[Dungeon: Enter at Your Own Risk]
That'd just draw more curiosity seekers.
Better something more intimidating.
'Threatening decorations it is.'
The moment I envisioned altering the exterior, the cliffs around the cave stirred to life.
Rumble!
Parts eroded away, others rose from carved hollows.
Along the wall beside the entrance, a stone-carved grotesque began to take shape.
A fierce monster's face.
I'd modeled it after a gargoyle.
Nothing better came to mind.
And with this, even a gargoyle standing tall inside wouldn't raise eyebrows.
A sinister aura emanated from its menacing visage.
'Villagers won't come near this easily.'
For decent adventurers, it'd spark conquest's thrill; for useless villagers, pure terror.
Once the dungeon gained fame, top-tier raiders would flood in regardless, but this eased the early game.
"Not bad at all. Solid effort."
I called it good.
No point pushing it further.
After another check, I returned inside.
"It's ready, my lord. The same type of aphrodisiac mist I used on that priestess."
Yulia, having absorbed the adventurers' corpses and crafted the trap, reported.
A small room not far from the entrance.
The doorway stood open, revealing a modest chest within.
Ornate without excess, humble yet refined—an iron box promising fair reward.
It tempted adventurers inside like a siren's call.
Rookies would fall for it, at least. Cocky ones too.
Cautious veterans might sidestep, but that was fine.
This trap wasn't for them anyway.
"Once adventurers pass through this door and touch the chest, it'll seal shut and release the mist. Victims lose their minds to hallucinations."
I nodded at Yulia's explanation.
Not bad.
Simple, reliable.
I inwardly admired her skill at whipping up something effective so quickly.
"Let me test it."
"Test to your heart's content."
I stepped inside.
Thud!
As I touched the chest, a hidden door slammed shut behind me.
Thick and handle-less from inside—impossible to open manually.
Pink mist flooded in.
Any average adventurer would succumb to its aphrodisiac pull.
The air would thicken, dense and heady; chaos would ensue.
"Excellent."
I praised Yulia's work and forced the door's gap open.
Groan!
"Durability's lacking. A-ranks and up could muscle out easy."
"My apologies. The adventurers' power was so meager..."
I waved off Yulia's bowed head.
"It's fine. Expected as much."
With the dungeon's current absorbed strength, this was the limit.
Impressive she'd crafted something this intricate from so little.
"Trap's good enough. Overkill for the scrubs coming soon anyway."
"Thank you."
Yulia bowed gracefully, her tiny wings fluttering.
The bat-like succubus wings at her waist were unexpectedly cute in motion.
'Wings betray her feelings.'
Unlike her stoic face, they were brutally honest.
Did all succubi emote through their wings? No clue.
But hers spoke volumes.
"Let's head back. This'll do."
"Yes, my lord."
"Feels good to stretch after so long, but damn, I'm beat."
Even the Demon King was flesh and blood.
No escaping fatigue buildup, no matter how mighty.
Especially fresh from awakening—unstable, weakened.
C-ranks and below were easy prey, but by this world's standards, I was still frail.
Rest was essential.
On the way back, Yulia spoke up.
"I'll prepare a bath right away upon return."
"A bathhouse?"
"You may not recall, my lord, but you enjoyed baths even before your sealed slumber."
The previous Demon King had good taste.
"A bath, huh. Sounds perfect."
"I'll use your favorite scent."
"Do it."
First day as Demon King, and a bath already? This isekai might not suck.
Minus the imminent death risk, anyway.
"Hah, hah... G-God, please..."
She couldn't see a thing.
No clue how long it'd been since the succubus bound her and left.
Prayers grew her sensitivity daily; resisting pleasure was her whole routine.
Neither the succubus who'd restrained and enchanted her, nor the demon who'd wiped her party, returned.
She was trapped in the blindfold's illusions alone.
"Please, just a l-little prayer... Nngh! H-Listen to your... Aah!!"
Contagion from the pleasure?
Her desperate pleas went unanswered.
In her pleading eyes...
"W-Williams..."
Williams, entwined with Andy.
The party leader she'd secretly adored.
The man who'd always led with raw power and bold swordplay.
A man beyond her reach, devoted as she was to faith.
A man surely slain by that defiling demon.
"Hah, hah. How's that, Williams?"
"Andy, too tight..."
"Told you. Better than that prissy priestess."
"You're right... Ngh! Squeeze like that, and I might finish inside."
"Do it. Fill me up. Plant your seed deep, Captain."
Andy—also demon fodder—pressed flesh to flesh with him.
Why did they appear before her eyes?
Hadn't they died?
Too vivid for mere hallucination.
Their scents, sounds, vibrations felt utterly real.
She shut her eyes to ignore it, but the scene sharpened.
No. No.
That spot was supposed to be hers.
She hadn't even confessed to Williams.
Don't hold her.
Don't hold that bitch.
She's a vulgar, filthy slut ravaged by monsters.
Hold me instead, the faithful one.
Body taken, but heart still pure.
"Forgive this sinful lamb..."
She'd lost it.
Such wicked thoughts.
Fallen to demonic tricks.
Snap out of it.
Hold on.
Until rescuers came.
Until the guild searched for the missing party and saved her.
"Forgive me."
Even adrift in inescapable visions, Amy clung to her sanity to the last.
"My lord, it's ready."
Quite the lavish tub.
Who'd have thought a bathhouse lurked underground in the dungeon.
"You put real effort into this."
"I built it myself during your long sealed slumber."
Yulia bowed deeply.
Steam rose from the bath.
A subtle, nose-tingling fragrance.
Just standing nearby eased the tension.
"Well done. Perfectly done."
"Thank you."
Flutter, flutter.
Ignoring her wings, I stripped.
"I'll take your clothes. Fresh ones are here—enjoy at leisure."
Yulia finished and departed.
Then...
Time to indulge.
I sank into the hot water.
"Haaah."
Bliss.
All today's fatigue melted away.
Insanely refreshing.
This was living.
"Fuuu."
Savoring the steamy heat...
Knock knock.
"I'm coming in, my lord."
Yulia's voice, back with the clothes.
Slide.
The door opened.
"Allow me to scrub your back."
The succubus Yulia entered, cloaked in a long robe.