Deviation, MFM (2)
And so, I left Gremory’s bedroom, hoping she would become completely subordinate to Arthur, myself, and the rest of my orcs. Sounds of pleasure erupted from within the room, and I gave Arthur a thumbs-up, having already passed on my tips for "conquering" Gremory. No matter what position I used—aside from doggy style—she would lose her mind. Following my advice, Arthur worked hard to flip her over, and eventually, Gremory pressed her fingerprint onto the contract with me. She would not betray me. She would come whenever called and spread her legs. There were various other trivial clauses, but Gremory had succumbed to me. A woman who loved massive tools but had only ever experienced doggy style with that camel monster was now unable to keep her sanity while being penetrated in a variety of positions.
In the meantime, I led my other subordinates to check on the situation. They all had their lips pouted in annoyance, but none of them could say anything. "Gremory has become our temporary ally for now. Meari, check this." Meari inspected the contract marked with Gremory’s print. While it was called a contract, it was effectively a forced command authority imbued with magical influence. It felt a bit off, looking like a slave contract, but...
"There’s no problem at all. It seems Gremory has truly decided to side with you, Papa."
"She’d better. She’s enjoying it so much she’s dying."
Gremory was screaming so loudly that the sounds of pleasure were echoing all the way to the hallway. I wondered if Gremory could conceive Arthur’s seed, but unfortunately, that was impossible. The same went for me. Since it was a rare opportunity, I asked Gremory if sowing was possible, and Gremory, who had intentionally asked Arthur for doggy style, explained that she was a body that could no longer lay eggs unless she increased her ★ through reincarnation. And the probability of that reincarnation was abysmal. 0.00001%. I wondered if she was really sharing the same system as me, but I still couldn't forget the look on Gremory’s face when I revealed my own probabilities. When I explained that I had a subordinate who had already reincarnated and introduced them, Gremory made up her mind to form a perfect alliance with me. I had thought I was just unlucky, but in reality, I was ten thousand times luckier than others. The problem was that even being ten thousand times better than others only put me at the 0.1% level.
"Meari, have you finished analyzing the dungeon structure?"
"Yes. It was exactly as you described, Papa. We cut off the oxygen in the place where the tentacle monster was to extinguish the flames. But this..."
Meari handed me the item she had retrieved after catching the tentacle monster—the Skatology. It was a round, elongated object that spiraled upward like a hermit crab’s shell. However, it was shimmering brilliantly, as if infused with mana.
"Rainbow poop?"
"It’s a High-Grade Magic Stone. Even if it looks like that."
A tiger dies and leaves its skin; a Skatology dies and leaves a poop-shaped magic stone. I pondered in many ways what I could do with this high-grade magic stone.
"Let’s save it for now. I think I’ll be able to use it when I increase my subordinates later."
"What did Gremory say?"
"Oh. I asked her a few things in a hurry."
Even while being penetrated by Arthur, Gremory accurately told me the things I was particularly curious about and the information she knew. For example, that if you synthesize two ★-rank monsters at level 15 max, you can synthesize them into a ★★-rank entity in a single day. For example, that winning a struggle for supremacy doesn't necessarily make you a target for other demons. For example, the relationship between Halpas, Gremory, and Andras, and how that had caused sparks to fly into our dungeon.
"The last one is really intriguing."
"Master, by any chance, can we listen too?"
"Lime is curious too. Why Halpas didn't go to eat Andras himself."
The subordinates seemed curious about the messy affairs of the demons. I began to briefly explain the relationship between the three, which I had heard through Gremory’s mouth.
"Haaak!"
Even though she was being penetrated doggy style, Gremory let out a joyful moan. Gremory couldn't help but be moved by the fact that a typical orc warrior—quite different from the mad orc who had defeated her—was pinning her down like a dog.
"Hoo, hoo!"
Arthur caught his breath, maintaining his erection. His physique wasn't much different from Pahuu’s, but he was still clumsy in many ways when it came to the battle on the bed.
"Huuung, you’re not even as good as Papa. If you’re like that, how are you going to inherit a dungeon later?"
"Kuh...!"
Gremory intentionally compared Arthur to Pahuu to get under his skin. Thinking she had completely seized the initiative, Gremory lay back on the bed comfortably and began her story.
"Yeah, you were curious why I attacked your dungeon, right? Haa, then don't cum for five minutes and keep thrusting. If you cum in the middle, I’ll stop talking."
"Huuuuh!"
Arthur stabbed his phallus in with a wet slapping sound. His clone. While Gremory’s clone, with its senses left open, was performing to its heart's content, her main body lay lazily on the bed like an old woman telling stories of the past, watching the act between her clone and Arthur.
"Halpas is an avian-type demon. She’s a veteran among veterans who has held the 38th rank for the past 30 years. She herself is incredibly strong, and the troops under her command are also very powerful. Hey, your speed is slowing down?"
"Huuuh, huuuh."
Arthur gasped, struggling to catch his breath. Gremory’s clone shook her sagging buttocks left and right to flirt, while her main body provoked him hard to heat Arthur up.
"Hey, so can you cum inside me directly? You’re still a greenhorn if you have to scrape out what your dad left behind. Fufu."
At Gremory’s provocation, Arthur corrected his posture. He shook his hips hard toward the clone, but it was in vain. Byurrrrk. Arthur spilled his essence inside the clone. Gremory’s main body clutched her stomach slightly, feeling the sensation. Thanks to Arthur, she had the illusion that the semen Pahuu had left in her belly was heating up again.
"In the meantime, Halpas found out about Andras. Since they were both avian and of the same spirit lineage, she thought she should eat her. But honestly, she had her pride; a 38th rank can't just attack a 63rd rank directly, right? So Halpas helped Andras. She planned to raise her and eat her later."
Gremory smiled bitterly and slowly lay her body down.
"Apart from that, I had a debt to Halpas. It was the Skatology, that four-star tentacle monster. Because of that, I became Halpas’s insurance. When Andras ran away from Halpas, I was to attack Andras’s dungeon instead. I had received the coordinates from Halpas, so I just had to open a portal."
It didn't reach the ears of Arthur, who was enjoying the afterglow of his ejaculation. Arthur’s holy sword was still powerful and hard, even after emitting massive energy. Both Gremory’s clone and her main body smiled brightly.
"That’s the reason I raided your dungeon. I never imagined that Andras’s dungeon had already been eaten by someone else and turned into a sub-dungeon."
Gremory used the strength of her clone to flip Arthur over. She lay flat on the bed, climbed onto his firm abs, rubbed her crotch against him, and tormented Arthur by playing with his still-stiff holy sword with her hands. Haaa. The clone moved its hips as if practicing. The clone’s experience would be good nourishment for Gremory’s future revenge match, and Arthur was the sacrificial lamb for it. Jji-geok. The clone climbed on top of Arthur. Except for the fact that the belly where she would have rested was hollowed out and replaced by firm abs, Arthur was no less than Pahuu in physique and equipment.
"It’s a shame, though... Anyway, that’s where the problem arose. It’s also the reason I decided to form an alliance with your dad."
Gremory used her hands to mimic the movement of a beak, like a bird chirping.
"Halpas. That bitch is still targeting Andras."
The clone began to rotate its hips like a millstone on top of Arthur.
"Master, does that mean I’m going to be eaten by a guy named Halpas?"
Andras hugged herself and trembled. She was so flustered that her tone momentarily reverted to her old self. She seemed to get goosebumps at the news that a 38th-rank demon named Halpas was now targeting her.
"That’s what they say. Since it’s embarrassing to declare a struggle for supremacy directly against someone ranked several times lower than herself, she put Gremory forward as her proxy."
"Master, Master. I have a question."
"What is it, Ryun?"
"Andras was a woman, right? The one who laid over 666 eggs."
"That’s right."
"But they said Halpas is a woman too, right?"
"That’s right."
Ryun was still pure. Even Eila tilted her head as if it were strange, and only Meari and Andras had wavering eyes.
"Oh my god..."
"Ma, Master! What do I do?!"
"What do you mean, what do you do? You have to get stronger. Before that bastard installs a portal in our dungeon."
I pointed to my subordinates one by one. I had called my subordinates together for the conclusion of this battle. If there was a top contributor to this battle, it was undoubtedly the three slime dragons. They were the aces who perfectly fulfilled their role in supplementing our lack of mobility and disrupting the rear. And the next one to mention was Ryun. Gremory’s subordinates were riddled with holes from her barrage of attacks from the ceiling downward. Following that, there were countless other feats of activity from Eila, Meari, Lime, and so on.
"But they’re no match for me."
Even if I added up all the feats of my subordinates, they weren't as good as me. Although my subordinates fought hard against enemy monsters under level 50, I was the one who even set my own body on fire to defeat Gremory, who had fused with the tentacle monster. On top of that, I had just completely brought Gremory to my side, so in fact, I had done everything from start to finish in this war by myself.
"If at least three of you were level 70, no, level 60, I would have had you fight together to catch the tentacle monster. But you’re still weak, aren't you? A lot."
"......."
It was realistically difficult to become as strong as me in 16 days. Therefore, I thought that I should make sure my subordinates could eventually become strong on their own, whether fast or slow. Training. Sub-dungeon grinding. Leveling. There was a lot to do when we returned. I patted the shoulders of my dejected subordinates to comfort them.
"Well... still, you did well this time. No one got hurt. Kehehe. Next time, I hope you guys get strong enough to save me. Who knows."
I shrugged, lifting the skin on the back of my hand that had been slightly scorched by burns, even though it had regenerated.
"Whether I can finish it without setting my body on fire next time."
"...Master, we will become stronger so that you never have to do that again!"
"Yes, we will become even stronger."
"I will also learn a lot from Gremory and become an elementalist who is helpful to Papa."
Kkeureureuk. The subordinates each steeled their resolve, raising their desire to become stronger. I stood up and clapped my hands with a loud sound. All the subordinates in my dungeon—except Arthur—turned their heads toward me, standing in the center.
"Good work, everyone! We won, so that’s that! Tonight is a Las party!"
"Wooooooow!"
"Here?"
"Yes?"
Everyone was flustered. We were still in Gremory’s dungeon, and this was a place where, just half a day ago, we had formed defensive lines and killed enemy troops. But because it was such a place, the meaning of Las was even deeper.
"From now on, this dungeon is mine! I’m going to do whatever I want, so if you don't like it, tell the owner to come out!"
"......I’m already out."
Across the hallway, Gremory was looking at me with a hollow face.
"So you’re going to have that group Las party or whatever in my house?"
"Yeah. Want to join? By the way, where did Arthur go?"
"He’s currently being squeezed dry by my clone. Your son is amazing. He’s completely drained right now, though."
"Master!"
Lily pointed her finger at Gremory in a rage. She was a weak human who would die if Gremory flicked her finger once, but the anger of a mother whose son had been insulted was deep. However, it was Arthur’s fault for drawing his sword first without even considering his low level. He had hastened his anger with sexual desire.
"Anyway, today is a happy day to celebrate our dungeon’s victory, so let’s all enjoy it. Gremory, is that okay?"
"In the first place, the loser has no say. Ah, but do me one favor instead."
Ryun, Eila, and Lime had already surrounded me, forming a fence. Gremory placed her hand on her lower abdomen and smiled seductively.
"You weren't planning on having a party without even giving the homeowner a housewarming gift, were you?"
"I gave you one earlier, didn't I?"
"Eh, that wasn't even enough to tickle my liver."
"...Tsk. Fine. Guys, then everyone shout! Three, two, oneeee!!"
LAAAAASSSSSSSS!!
We spent a night of frenzy in Gremory’s dungeon. Only after I had taken turns putting it inside Ryun, Eila, Lime, Lily, Andras, and even Gremory, could I stretch out and lie down.
"Haa, haa. As expected, you’re better than Arthur... Hehe."
Gremory had tasted both Arthur and me simultaneously with her clone and her main body. Thinking that I wished I had a clone too, I pulled Ryun into my arms and quietly closed my eyes.