The Avalon Project and the Stocking Shock
Eat, Las, sleep. Eat, Las, sleep. About a week had passed in this repetitive cycle. Our legion’s power was growing day by day. While there hadn't been any massive, earth-shattering changes, the overall quality and quantity of our troops had been bolstered, and we had reached a point where we were strong enough to launch an all-out war against the barony if we so chose.
"Therefore, for the time being, we will leave the barony as it is."
My subordinates looked somewhat puzzled at my declaration. Eila, in particular, who had been training the army specifically for an all-out war, looked the most disgruntled. "Weren't you planning to invade the barony and defile the Baron? I believe Baron Virgo is still a virgin."
"I'm not some madman who loses his mind the moment he sees a virgin, and I don't pour all my energy into tasting every virgin in this world."
At my response, the other subordinates' eyes widened. Of course, if there were virgins among the captives I took or the subordinates I recruited, I could take them whenever I wanted, but I couldn't afford to lose a bigger profit by trying to catch a fish outside the pond.
"The barony needs to stay in this state. Meari, is the Avalon Project proceeding well?"
"Yes. We finally start business tomorrow. G-ei is helping out quite actively."
Knight G-ei Cancer. My son-in-law, Harpyia's husband, and Andras's personal dildo—he was the spy for our Las Legion who had infiltrated the human world. And that spy had diligently prepared the foundation for the legion's expansion.
"Gremory, how are the preparations for the fairies?"
"I've decorated them well to deliver shock and awe, just as you said. Everyone has finished their 'development' on that end, so there won't be any problems. As for the ones who resist... they'll be eaten alive from the inside out, so they'll die. Hehe."
Gremory let out a low laugh with a sinister glint in her eyes. Although the fairies had become members of our legion through Las, there was a high possibility they might betray us due to past ties or other circumstances. Therefore, we had to take one measure, and as a means to that end, Gremory suggested injecting the Skatology she had birthed from her own womb directly into the fairies' leaders.
"It's creating what you might call a man's fantasy. 'Fairies don't poop!' Something like that? Hehe."
"They do urinate, though."
"There will be crazy bastards who think that's a reward, right? And aren't those the very people who are the right talent for the Las Legion?"
"......It's scarier because there's a high chance that's actually true."
Just like 'Jack the Quick-Shot,' if they were open-minded in that regard, they might not have much resistance to having intercourse with monsters. And if such men were lured by the fairies and sucked into Avalon, their vital energy would naturally be drained by the succubi.
"Meari, give the fairies a heads-up. Even if they end up doing it, tell them never to do anal play. If the Skatology is discovered, it's game over."
"It's placed deep enough that even Papa's won't reach it, so don't worry. And wouldn't it be wrong to just forbid it entirely? I think it goes against the principle of Free Las."
"......Then tell them to manage it well."
The fairies were the ones in charge of hospitality and guiding the guests, but it was obvious that some nasty, demanding bastards would try to take the fairies right away.
'Though I don't know if human bastards could satisfy the fairies.'
They were already professionals of Las who had experienced multi-on-one play against sturdy orcs. They didn't quite reach the level of real succubi in terms of technique, but their spirit and vigor were comparable to them.
"So, today, Meari and the fairies will enter Spica Castle. To avoid suspicion, use the Slime Dragons to dig a path and move from a location about a day's distance away. Lime, you take the Slime Dragons and return yourself."
"Lime is asking if she should make the path to Las Vegas or Las Village?"
"Las Vegas for now."
Until the portal was created, we had to move using deep underground tunnels.
"Then, I'm counting on you. Go and show the humans what real shock and awe is."
"Of course."
Meari stood up and flaunted the outfit she was wearing. The suit that the guild leader had painstakingly put together for Meari featured an impressive white shirt and frills that emphasized her chest. Meari's vest was buttoned only from the bottom of her breasts, an outfit that openly flaunted her chest.
"I'll show them an overwhelming difference."
Meari left with the fairies using the underground tunnel. Lime personally led the Slime Dragons to dig the path so that Meari could pass through safely without being suspected.
"Is that what a mother's heart feels like?"
"...Was Meari a slime species?"
Shaitan, who looked at Meari—who looked human no matter how you looked at her—closely, frowned. I thought it was a misunderstanding that could easily happen, so I corrected her.
"No. The ones Lime ate while becoming human had that kind of relationship."
Strictly speaking, since she had eaten both the mother and daughter, Lime could be considered both mother and sister to Meari in terms of relationship. Their similar facial features and overwhelming chests proved it.
"A girl who was just a slime ate a daughter and became a Sla-line, and the one who had a certain female form ate the mother and became like that. Hehe."
"Then what about Meari?"
"Meari is the one born from that mother's seeding."
"......."
Shaitan looked at me with a stiff face, her mouth agape. I gulped, wondering if I had made another mistake.
"As expected of my Master. Surely, Master must have pursued efficiency to the extreme and ended up like that. I understand."
"I, is that so?"
"But Master. I have one question. Is Lime just a slime summoned by the Demon King's army?"
"...No? She was a girl who lived here originally?"
"......."
Shaitan's expression stiffened. She was even sweating, licking her lips with her tongue; she looked like she was worried about something.
"Why are you suddenly like this? You're making me anxious, too."
"...N, no. It's just that I suddenly remembered something I heard a long time ago."
"Tell me what it is. You're making me anxious as well."
"......When Baal-nim abandoned the dungeon and fled, he lost his granddaughter, who could be called his direct descendant."
"So you're saying Lime is Baal's descendant? Hey, that's impossible."
I told her the story of when I raided the Slime Dungeon. Lime was just a 1-star slime that had surrendered to me, and I had only recruited her as my first subordinate because her grade was high. And there were plenty of other slimes, but I had killed them all.
"There was a Slime Dragon in the center of the dungeon, and the magic stone I extracted after beating it up was the magic stone for the summoning facility, Shaitan."
I stomped on the floor. "There were a thousand Slime Dragons on the first basement floor. If there are more floors above and below, the number of slimes in this dungeon would be beyond imagination. And yet, against a one-in-a-thousand chance, Lime is Baal's granddaughter? Hey, that's impossible."
"......I suppose so, right? It must just be my groundless worry."
"Hehe, do you know why you're worrying?"
I hugged Shaitan's waist and stroked her seal with my hand. Shaitan was immediately disarmed by having her seal—the mark of Wrath—stroked on her belly, and she purred, leaning her body softly against me.
"You thought some noble bloodline was your exclusive property, and now that Lime might have it too, you're jealous, aren't you?"
"You're jumping to conclusions."
Shaitan grumbled and poked my belly with her finger. I traced the seal, which was a more sensitive erogenous zone than her breasts or below, and kissed her horn.
"Let's say that's the case."
"I told you it's not."
"Yeah, yeah. I understand."
"...Master, I will take my revenge in your dreams soon."
Shaitan toyed with the front of my pants, then licked her lips and looked up. "......By the way, Master, is there any play you'd like?"
As expected, Shaitan was an angel. Ah, is that an insult? I scanned Shaitan's suit-clad figure with my eyes and whispered to her.
"Wedding dress honeymoon, doggy style."
"......."
Shaitan didn't say anything, but her tail was standing straight up. Perhaps when she appeared in my dreams soon, I would be on a honeymoon with Saidan.
'It's truly a dream-like situation.'
The materialization of the sexual fantasies humans hold inside. That was the reality of the Avalon Project.
"Is this person truly reliable? Is there no error in their identity?"
"Of course. So please, calm yourself, Baron."
G-ei found the anxious Baron both cute and pathetic. The biggest problem for the barony was indeed a lack of manpower, but the Baron was still agonizing over money problems. In that sense, someone who wanted to buy a building in Spica Castle, where people were leaving, and pay a massive premium on top of it, was someone the Baron should have welcomed with open arms.
"Have you looked into their background?"
"There wasn't even time for that. ...I suspect it might be a new merchant group secretly created by the Central."
G-ei made up a story that the Baron could reasonably accept. Regarding the parts that the Las Legion couldn't realistically prepare, G-ei used his eloquence to gently roll the Baron so that he would take it into account and move on.
"Wouldn't it be something like an illegitimate child of a prestigious noble family? ...No matter how the situation is right now, wouldn't this place be more survivable than the front lines?"
"Like you?"
"Like me."
The Baron nodded heavily. Fortunately, the Baron trusted G-ei's judgment.
- Surely, the person newly arriving in Spica Castle is someone trying to settle here to survive. There was a common understanding among those specialized in surviving, even without words.
No matter how unsettled the entire territory was due to the barony's repeated defeats, with the exception of a very few impatient people, the majority of the population still couldn't leave the territory. And in particular, the refugees from Zabyaba were still trying their best to enter the inner castle of Spica, bribing guards or selling their bodies.
Murmur, murmur.
The sound of people murmuring outside the castle gate could be heard. The Baron took a deep breath and ordered the guards to open the gate to the inner castle.
"Open the gate—!"
With the loud command of the guard captain, the gate inside Spica Castle swung wide open. The Baron was worried that a radical might jump out as the members of the merchant group entered.
"What."
But that didn't happen. It couldn't have.
Everyone in Spica Castle, young and old, could not hide their astonishment at the appearance of the woman entering through the gate and the women behind her.
"Th, th-that...!"
The old knight standing behind the Baron turned red and showed discomfort. He was grumbling, but his body was honestly bowing slightly. Only G-ei calmly greeted the pink-haired woman at the head.
"Nice to see you, Meari-nim."
"Long time no see, Sir G-ei. And this person is...?"
"Baron is enough for me. I am Baron Virgo."
The Baron reached out his hand to Meari. Because of the overwhelming chest armor larger than a human head and the sophisticated-looking outfit that flaunted it, the Baron felt self-conscious about his own plain attire. In particular, he had to look away from the black clothing that revealed the shape of her legs under the short skirt the woman named Meari was wearing, but he couldn't.
"Th, that...."
"It is an honor to meet you, Baron-nim. I am Meari, the person in charge of the <Avalon> merchant group. As for my surname... it's difficult to say. Hehe."
Meari smiled faintly and pointed to the women following behind her. Every one of them was carrying a thick, large backpack like an adventurer, but their attire was quite unusual.
"Th, that is...?"
"These are the main products of our merchant group."
"......Them?"
The Baron frowned at the women with rabbit-ear headbands. It was a relief to the Baron that they were composed only of women, but their attire was so shameless that he thought they would be more modest if they were just wearing underwear.
"What are they? You don't mean they're actually selling flowers or something, do you?"
"...Hehe, they are beings who sell dreams. Our business isn't such a vulgar thing."
Meari gestured to the clerk-bunny girl beside her and took out an item.
"This is a gift."
"......."
Inside the black paper box packaging was a thin piece of cloth. The Baron had to hold the palm-sized object and ponder for a long time.
"...What is this?"
"Hehe."
Meari pulled slightly on her thigh with her hand. The fabric, which he had thought was just thin black cloth, stretched out, and when Meari let go, it resiliently returned to its original state.
"This is called stockings."
It was the beginning of the <Stocking Shock>, which would cause an explosive trend across the entire continent.