First Come, First Served
I hurled Karlson into the midst of the villagers. He struck the ground with a heavy thud.
"Ghk!?"
He staggered, pushing himself halfway up — then froze, as the murderous stares around him pinned him in place.
"You... you killed them!"
One villager's shout was all it took to light the fuse.
"You're the one who did this to us!!"
"I bet you ran off on your own during the fight back there, didn't you!?"
"All that talk about clearing the dungeon, running your mouth like you were something — and look at you now!!"
"Because of you... because of you...!"
The outrage burst from every direction, as if they had been waiting for this exact moment.
Seongha, the monsters, and I watched the spectacle from behind with considerable amusement.
"I... I..."
Karlson could not finish the sentence. His voice shook under the weight of all those eyes, each one looking at him as though they meant to kill him.
Thwack!
"Urgh!"
A man rose and drove his foot into Karlson's face. Already wrecked from blood loss, Karlson crumpled weakly onto his backside. He had no strength left to resist. He stared up at the man who had struck him, his expression one of sheer disbelief.
"Jason..."
"Shut up!"
The man — someone Karlson had known well — flushed dark with rage and lifted his foot again. At the same instant, resentment and curses poured out in a flood, and the villagers fell on Karlson as one, stomping him into the dirt.
Thud. Smack. Thud—
"Die!"
"You son of a bitch! Because of you!!"
"It's all your fault—!!"
"Aaaagh!!"
It was a scene of madness. The moment the human race showed the bottom of what it was.
Only a few days ago, these people had lived asking after one another's well-being with genuine warmth. But the instant they stood face to face with death, all of it proved to have been an illusion — and their ugly true faces came crawling out into the light.
"Keh-keh!"
"Kihihihi!!"
"Kyahaha!"
The monsters and I even clapped. We watched that squalid little display with rapt, delighted attention.
"Hah... hah..."
"Son of a bitch. Ptui!"
"Heh-heh! D-died well...!"
They had encircled Karlson and beaten him for a long while. Only when he no longer moved did they finally still their feet. The man they had entrusted their lives to mere minutes ago was dead — and they smiled at that death, the satisfaction plain on their faces.
Karlson lay collapsed among them, offering no response.
Dead, was he?
Well. It hardly mattered. Dead or alive, he was no longer my concern.
Cecilia had watched that end unfold beside me. She looked down at Karlson with eyes like ice, then the corner of her mouth lifted, just slightly, as if she were relieved.
Betrayed by those he had trusted most, the man whose story had closed in nothing but wretched misery faded, hollow, from everyone's memory.
Having lost the target of the resentment they had used to forget their reality, a vacancy opened in the villagers. They eyed one another with distrust — and at last, their gazes crept toward me, trying to read what would become of them. I sat down on a nearby rock, making no effort to hide it: my massive cock hung heavy and exposed, and I opened my mouth with the arrogance of a king seated upon his throne.
At those words, the eyes of the women watching me changed.
A silence fell that was as still as death. Then the women changed in an instant and came flooding toward me.
"Out of the way!"
"No, you get out of the way!!"
"Kyaaah—!?"
"I-I'm going to live! I'm going to survive!!"
To be the first to sink themselves onto my cock, the females shoved one another aside and seized fistfuls of hair. For the sake of clinging to life, they were not only pressing their cunts onto the cock of a monster they had so thoroughly loathed — they were fighting one another for the right to take its seed.
It's not exactly a beautiful sight, but still — is that not every male's romance? The image of females scrambling over one another to claim a single male.
Seongha sent contempt for human ugliness the way he always did. But the words that followed, quieter, carried a different air than before.
I am... a little envious.
...Huh?
Envious?
The question rose, and I was about to ask — when a wet, obscene sound cut through it.
"Haha... I got here first...!"
The woman who had broken through the pack and arrived first seized my cock and all but glowed with triumph. The others went slack with despair — then realized there were still places left, and dropped to their knees in front of me in a panic.
Schlick. Schlick. Schlick...
"Hah, hah... s-semen... I'll... get pregnant!"
One woman shook her hips with violent, desperate purpose, every motion bent toward a single end: bearing my child. Several others pressed their faces into my groin, dragging their tongues across the space their pussies hadn't covered. Females gazing up at me with eyes full of longing. Their writhing to catch my eye — and the way, even in the midst of it, they shot glances at one another, glared, kept each other in check — delighted me.
"Kihi..."
I was still amusing myself with the remaining village women when a minion approached with cautious steps and asked what was to be done with the men.
The men?
My bored gaze slid toward them. Every face among them went stiff.
"Leave about five. Kill the rest. Eat the corpses."
At my command, the monsters put on wicked little smiles and started toward the men.
Thud. Smack—
"AAAAAGH—!!"
"S-save me—. Aagh!?"
"Guh!!"
Behind the women sucking my cock, blades swung, and blood sprayed into the air in thick, vivid arcs. The women flinched and trembled at the screams ringing out around them — but they did not turn their frozen heads.
"You wanna live?"
I asked it of the woman diligently working my nipple with her mouth.
"......!"
She nodded so hard it looked as though her neck might snap.
"Give it your all, then. Maybe I'll let you live."
A look came over her as if some god had just bestowed a blessing. Then she threw herself back into caressing my nipple with everything she had.
"Heh-heh..."
A sneer slipped out at that pathetic little scene.
She wouldn't know. In the end, it wouldn't matter what she did. She was going to die anyway.
First come, first served or not — I had every intention of picking the women I wanted and killing the rest as I pleased.
Why kill precious breeding stock, you ask?
Even if I am an omnivore, I'm still a little picky about faces.
The woman so earnestly licking my nipple right now was the oldest among them, and on the uglier side besides. Thinking back to how destitute things had been at the start, it might have looked like I was indulging in luxury. But given how much I'd gained one way or another, I figured I could afford this much leisure. That unhurried ease let me picture a future where this dungeon was filled with beautiful women.
If you're going to indulge in that kind of fantasy, you'd do well to get your hands on an elf village. Their looks would be more than enough to satisfy you.
Oh, I like that. Elves.
Elves — the race called the purest and most noble on the continent. When I violated those uniformly lovely creatures, what faces would they show me? And the child I sired, born from a pregnant belly I held in my grip — what shape would it take?
Or what about succubi? The demonkin? Their talent for bewitching males is exceptional — their sexual service would be first-rate. Beastkin wouldn't be bad either. Line those mixed-bloods of human and beast up like livestock and make them all birth monsters at once. And at the very end — violate the most unsullied Saintess in this world.
Heh. Just imagining it is a pleasure.
It will not end as imagination.
I savored the women rubbing themselves against me and lazily arched my back.
Yeah. Someday it'll be real. I'll make it so.
I looked down at the women writhing to survive in front of me, and a satisfied smile spread across my face.
They're taking too long.
The village chief, left behind in the village, could not hide his agitation. The people who had gone into the forest to save the others had not returned for days. It was not only the chief. Everyone remaining in the village went about their lives with a knot of unease in their chests. Those left behind were the old, and those who had stayed for reasons they could not help.
"Chief!"
The door of the chief's house flew open, and a villager burst through it.
"M-monsters! Monsters have invaded the village!"
"What!?"
Monsters?
That single word wiped the chief's mind blank.
"Q-quickly, the guards—"
Even as he said it, he caught himself. There was no one left to protect the village. Then what was he supposed to—!?
"It's too late! They're already in—"
A wet, punching sound of steel through flesh.
"Ghk!?"
A blade erupted from the man's throat. His neck pierced through, he dropped to his knees and died in a single breath.
Something hit the floor with a dull, heavy sound.
"......!?"
The chief had no time to react to the death. His eyes fell on what had been thrown down in front of him, and he came within a hair of collapsing where he stood.
It was Karlson's head. The neck had been severed clean through.
The face of the man who had been the village's only hope — a face twisted with despair, terror, and resignation — was rolling across a floor it had no business being on.
We failed...!
Grasping the situation, the chief felt the world go dark in front of his eyes.
"Kiheh..."
"Kihihik."
Monsters came striding into the chief's house. From among them, one stepped forward with easy confidence, its presence filling the room, and greeted the chief.
"Hi there."
He had heard from Karlson that there was a monster that spoke the language of men — but he had never imagined he would actually come face to face with it. The chief stared, stunned.
If even a monster can talk... we might still live!
Thinking he might yet save the village, the chief opened his mouth in a rush.
"P-please, spare us... If you only let us live, I'll do anything!"
The force that had gone into the forest seemed to have been wiped out, and with monsters already inside the village, there was no fleeing now. The only path left was to beg for mercy from the monsters they had so thoroughly despised and opposed.
"Really~? You can do anything?"
The monster asked it in a tone that sounded like a taunt. Seized by the need to survive this instant, the chief failed to catch the feeling inside that voice, and raised his own with hope in it.
"Y-yes! Whatever you command, I will do it!"
"Hmm..."
The monster stroked its chin, putting on a show of thought. The chief swallowed dryly and waited, taut, for whatever it would say next. That performance of deliberation let hope take root in him. The monster glanced at the chief, studied his face — and the corner of its mouth curled up.
"...What?"
The question had barely left his mouth when a hand axe came flying from somewhere and buried itself in the chief's forehead.
He went down where he stood. His skull split. His eyes, still wide with shock, never even closed.
"Ku-huhuh!!"
The hulking monster that had thrown the axe burst out laughing.
"Leave a few of the men and kill the rest. Keep all the women alive. Ah — you can kill the old ones. Eat the corpses. Convert them into experience."
The monster issued the order to the ones standing behind it.
"Kyaaaaah!?"
"Run—"
"AAAAAGH!!"
"Help—"
The moment the monsters moved on their master's command, terrible screams began to erupt from every corner of the village.
What a world worth living in. I'm glad I was reborn.
The monster that spoke the language of men — a creature that should not have existed in this world — watched the slaughter unfold at his leisure, a thin smile on his face.