The Slime Party Reopens (3)
After finding a compromise with Luna, I immediately took her back down to the first basement level. My subordinates’ stamina was the issue, but I was still feeling fresh, and Luna shuddered as she looked at the swarms of Slime Dragons teeming in the underground.
"How could you not have noticed something like this was down here?"
"That’s the power of the System for you."
Even though it was likely only a few meters away in terms of physical space, thanks to the zone division enforced by the System, not a single Slime Dragon had managed to break through the ceiling to reach the first floor.
"I really don't understand how this dungeon works."
"It’s the place you’re going to be living from now on, so you’d better get used to it."
"Are you talking as if I’m going to live here permanently?"
"Is that a problem?"
I grabbed Luna’s chocolate-colored breasts. She accepted me without a hint of resistance, and I rubbed her nipples slightly, stealing the milk flowing from within with my fingers. Because of her clothes, I couldn't feel the full texture, but I could definitely feel the milk on my fingertips. Perhaps because it had been aging for a long time, the rich chocolate flavor was exquisite.
"Anyway, do you like it that much?"
"Yeah. If I could, I’d want to bury my face in them every single day."
"Just your face?"
"And my dick, too."
Luna smirked, mocking me. Since she hated the missionary position, I had no choice but to force her into doggy style, but that only allowed me to watch her breasts bounce—it was hard to bury my face in them directly. Unless I performed a breeding press again, that is.
"I don't want to do a position I've already tried. And since you're weaker than me, just do as I say."
"I’ve lost count of how many times we’ve done it from behind."
"Want to do it from the front? Then fight me 1-on-1 and win."
Luna was stronger than me. Therefore, the dominance on the bed was also forcibly taken by her. Yet, even in our battles, Luna preferred doggy style over cowgirl. She claimed she couldn't escape the feeling of being forcibly penetrated and humiliated by a being weaker than herself. In the end, unless I could beat Luna 1-on-1, I couldn't develop the back dungeon like I did with Ryun, or engage in hardcore play like with Gremory. For now, Luna was the boss. Because she was stronger than me.
"Alright, let's get started."
Luna pressed her hands together neatly. Whether she was an Elf or a Dark Elf, only her skin color changed; her inner self, aside from the taste of her milk, remained the same. Therefore, the Holy Power within her was the same as well.
Dense, radiant energy descends around Luna.
Wooooong. A dense Holy Power, incomparable to Galahad or Guinevere, descended softly around Luna’s body. It was a belated realization, but even if I strengthened my body through the power of my tattoos, I wasn't sure if I could win in a raw test of strength.
Kieeeek! If I felt that way, how much more would the Slime Dragons? As Luna took a step forward, the Slime Dragons retreated, and one fearless creature lunged at her with its mouth wide open.
"Haaap-!"
With a short shout, Luna threw a punch glowing with silver light.
SLIME DRAGON ANNIHILATED
Just a punch. With a single punch, the Slime Dragon was obliterated. As soon as her fist touched the creature, it erased its body as if wiping it away with an eraser. I swallowed hard at the bizarre sight.
"That Goddess power is insane."
They said the Holy Sword was an object imbued with the Goddess's power. Since those using such swords were fighting the Demon King's army on the side of the Human Alliance, it made sense why the Demon King's army hadn't been able to secure a perfect victory against the humans for ten years.
Kkureuk, Kkureureuk. The Slime Dragons crawled over to eat the corpse of their fallen comrade. The body, its torso blown away by Holy Power, was coated in silver residue, and the Slime Dragons that tried to swallow the corpse recoiled in terror.
Ptooey, ptooey!
"Oh?"
The Slime Dragons immediately spat out the slime from the corpse. No matter how low their intelligence, they seemed to clearly distinguish between what they could eat and what they couldn't.
"It’s nothing special. Aside from the numbers, they're just ordinary monsters."
"Luna, how much longer can you use that Goddess buff?"
"...Who knows. 30 minutes?"
"Can you take out all 150 of them in that time?"
"150? Hmph, even if there were 1,000, it would be enough."
"Is that so...?"
I went behind Luna and lifted her up by her under-boob. Luna kicked her legs in the air while being hoisted up.
"Hey! My Holy Power!"
"It’s just a little stinging, so it’s fine!"
In reality, it felt like my skin was being chafed. But thanks to the softness of the 'chest armor' I could feel while supporting her from below, I felt like I could endure even that stinging sensation.
Wooooong. I crossed my hands and rubbed them to activate my tattoos. The strength I used to hold Luna’s chest felt like it could be managed with one arm, so I lowered one hand to support her buttocks.
"What are you doing now?"
Even though Luna could easily shake off this level of restraint, she only questioned my strange behavior. Even though I was openly touching her breasts and buttocks, the fact that she was acting smug, as if saying 'touch me if you can,' made me genuinely grateful. Thanks to that, the stinging sensation felt neutralized.
"I will be your legs. You just focus on kicking forward."
"What? ...Pfft, what kind of crazy idea are you having now?"
"Crazy? This is, you see."
I gripped Luna tightly and lowered my stance. I bent my knees, ready to run at full speed.
"This is called a tank."
I ran forward without looking back. I could feel Luna chuckling behind my back as if I were ridiculous, but as soon as she touched a Slime Dragon, she started kicking with her legs. Thwack, thwack, thwack!!
"The Milk Tank is coming through!!"
"Stop saying weird things!!"
I couldn't quite make her 'roll,' but the Milk Tank trampled over countless Slime Dragons. Thwack, thwack, thwack-thwack!!
After the performance of the Luna-Tank, the Slime Dragons that had been roaming the open space were terrified by the aura of Holy Power scattered throughout the area and fled. From the Slime Dragons' perspective, it was as if poison had been sprinkled on their food, and the remaining corpses became entirely ours.
"Haa, haa."
I threw Luna onto the floor. Luna, her legs drained of strength, lay flat on the ground, and I buried my face in her chest.
"Are you doing this on purpose?"
"Of course. Haaa, this is the best."
I buried my head in Luna's breast pillow. Lime’s were comparable in size, but they didn't have this warmth. Luna’s milk jugs were heated up from the 30 minutes of intense exercise.
"Ah, seriously. You're heavy."
"What do you want me to do? You like it. Being weighed down by someone weaker than you. Isn't this the ultimate reward for you?"
"......."
When I said that with my chin resting on her chest, Luna avoided answering by turning her head to the side. Even though it wasn't her original form, seeing her like this was quite nostalgic. Whether black or white, Luna was Luna.
"Can I drink your milk?"
"I need to wipe off the sweat."
"I can drink the sweat too. I’m capable."
"What do you mean capable... Hnnng."
I threw open the front of Luna's clothes. Since she was wearing a shirt-type garment, I only had to undo the buttons to reveal her chest. And Luna's breasts were...
"What is this garbage underwear?"
Luna's underwear was truly an eyesore. No, could this even be called underwear?
"It's just a thin shirt worn underneath. If you wear this, your breasts will sag."
"Do you think Elves' breasts sag? There are no sagging breasts among Elves. Only humans have that problem."
"In that case, it's a different story."
Because Luna's breasts were so large, the shirt barely covered her under-boob. It was barely a tank top; it was more like a shirt that had been stretched forward by her breasts and tied with a string under her chest.
"This won't do. You're coming with me to get some proper underwear today."
"Is there really a difference when it comes to underwear?"
"Hehe. The ultimate item has been created. Today, you will taste the greatness of humanity."
"You're an Orc."
"I provided the idea, but humans made it. Right, should we go get some for Ryun too?"
"That sounds good. Who knows what you'd do to Ryun otherwise."
Luna’s Holy Power was slowly fading. My tattoo buff was also starting to wear off. We both needed a rest, and we had things to do after sweating so much together.
"Shall we go to bed?"
"Sounds good."
Luna was hot-blooded. And I patted Luna’s back and pointed at the corpses of the Slime Dragons on the floor.
"Then grab the magic stones. We have to farm before we go, right?"
"......Can't you call the guys from upstairs?"
"Yeah. They'll take damage because of the Holy Power."
In the end, the four of us—me, Luna, and Meari and Ryun, who wouldn't be harmed by the Holy Power—collected all the intermediate magic stones and left the underground dungeon. 420 intermediate magic stones. We hadn't killed all the Slime Dragons, but even by my standards, it was a perfect farming run.
"Ah, this is what you call stockings."
Back in Las Vegas, I showed the black stockings to Luna and Ryun, who had turned white again. The guild master who produced the stockings, who was also the mayor of Las Vegas, was beaming with pride. Naturally, he had every reason to be.
"C-Commander. Truly..."
"Right. A designer should always see how the model looks wearing the clothes."
Professional models say they can tell if a male designer is looking at them with lust or with a professional eye, but in the guild master's eyes, there wasn't just lust—it was practically dripping with obscenity.
"Hehehe, under the skirt... *gulp*."
A stocking fetish. I had inadvertently bestowed a paraphilia upon a man from a medieval fantasy world. But if that paraphilia contributed to creating such perfect stockings, I would gladly give him a thumbs up even if he buried his face in his wife's stockings until he died.
"Master, is this right?"
"This... does this have any meaning at all?"
Ryun and Luna were both wearing black pantyhose that went up under their skirts. As I ordered, the guild master had succeeded in making 50-60 denier stockings—not completely opaque, but sheer enough to show their fair skin through the fabric.
"It turns me on."
At my words, Ryun and Luna pulled their skirts down slightly. They were already awkward wearing stockings, and my suggestive comment seemed to make them quite shy. But I was speaking the truth. I had ordered them specifically to turn me on in the first place.
"Hehe. It’s intended to be something like leg guards. Even if you wear iron armor over them, your skin won't chafe. Besides, aren't these made from Andras's feathers? You won't get scratched by tree branches, and you won't be cut by dull blades."
Andras's feathers, as expected of a monster's plumage, had considerable fiber strength. He said it took quite a lot of trial and error to weave them into thread, but the guild master's passion for stockings was immense. He had plenty of material to experiment with, after all.
"From now on, the leg armor for our legion will be stockings."
"Does that include the female Orcs, Harpies, and Andras as well?"
"Of course. ...Oh, right."
I remembered something and whispered to the guild master.
"...I'll arrange a time for you soon."
"Have you received permission?"
"Am I not the Legion Commander? Permission or not, he has to follow my orders."
The guild master, ignoring all dignity, danced something akin to a tap dance in joy. I left the guild master behind and entered my building in Las Vegas with the two white Elves, wearing white shirts, black skirts, and stockings underneath.
"Hehehe."
"Kyaaak!"
As soon as we entered, I threw Luna onto the bed. Even though she had more than enough ability to resist, she let out a scream and landed on her butt on the bed as if it were nothing.
"M-Master?"
"We didn't get to do it properly even once today."
I persistently kneaded Ryun's luscious buttocks with my hands. The sensation was distinctly different from what I usually felt; a texture as smooth as silk greeted my fingertips. Of course, the feeling of touching Ryun's ripe, mature buttocks was unmistakable.
"I-It certainly feels different."
"Right. Hehe. How is it? Does it feel like you're wearing underwear?"
"The feeling is a bit strange, but I think it'll be fine once I get used to it."
"Right? Then now—wait, what are you doing?"
"What do you mean?"
Luna, lying on the bed, was trying to take off her stockings. Thanks to the waistband of the pantyhose stretched over her wide pelvis, Luna's crotch was clearly exposed.
"...Never mind, I'll show you in a bit."
I threw off my robe and cracked my neck from side to side.
"For now, it wouldn't be bad to just do it like this. Hehe."
"There are 420 of them. Do you need to put in 2 shots and 0.8 more?"
"...Let's just shoot 3 times."
Luna nodded, holding her breasts, and grinned.