I Am the Law
I looked down at the woman sprawled unconscious across the dungeon floor. Hauling her this far had left her clothes in ruins — one breast had slipped free of her bodice, and her panties had slid down to catch around her inner thighs, laying bare everything she had tried to hide.
I swallowed.
Greed soaked through me as I took in that intimate display. Blood rushed downward; my cock twitched, straining to rise. I held it back.
Just a little longer. Just a little more.
While I waited for her to come around, I put a question that had been nagging at me to the voice in my head.
Pregnancy usually takes months, right? And then you'd have to wait for the thing to grow into an adult. Wouldn't it take forever to make even a single monster?
You need not worry. The Dungeon is your body. Within it, you can do a great many things.
What's that supposed to mean?
I will explain the details as events unfold. You need not concern yourself with how long it takes to create a monster. Higher-ranked monsters require more time, but given your current capabilities, you can only produce low-ranked ones anyway.
So you're saying it doesn't take long.
Correct.
How long, specifically?
Three days. Two, if you are fortunate.
Two days?
Holy shit.
You need not worry about growth time, either. In the case of low-ranked monsters, they mature into adult form immediately after birth and can be put to use at once.
Good.
"Keh-heh..."
Satisfaction rose in me, and a laugh slipped from my lips. I started to ask the woman in my head something else, then felt a sudden awkwardness and changed the subject.
What should I call you?
Are you asking for a designation?
That's too stiff. I mean a name. Just a name.
Call me whatever you like. Use whatever is convenient.
So I got to name her?
Hmm...
I ran through a few names based on the quality of her voice, then discarded them all. Even I had to admit my naming sense was garbage, and none of them felt right. So I went with the first name that came to mind.
Yoon Sung-ha.
That is not a name from this world. Is it connected to the world of your previous life?
Yeah. It was my girlfriend's name. That okay?
...It does not matter.
Alright then. Sung-ha.
......
Silence again...
Did I do something wrong?
I don't get it.
"Nngh..."
While that inexplicable discomfort hung in the air, the woman on the floor made a sound and slowly began to come to. Her eyelids fluttered. Dazed, unfocused eyes stared blankly at the ceiling for a few seconds — then found mine looking down at her.
"KYAAAAAAAH——!?"
A scream tore through the dungeon, echoing off every wall. She tried to sit up, felt the agony of her broken legs, and collapsed weakly back to the floor. Drained of all color, she scrambled backward on her hands like a crawling animal until her back hit the wall. Then her mouth fell open.
"P-please, save me—!! A-anyone, please, help me——!!"
Her pleading screams stabbed at my ears.
Shut up.
Watching her shriek those useless noises, irritation boiled up in me.
"Kieeeeek!"
I couldn't speak, so I roared at her instead — a demand for silence—
"Hiek!?"
Her eyes went round. She sucked in a breath and clamped her mouth shut. A satisfying reaction. Pleasure had just begun to settle in me when—
"KYAAAAAH—!?"
She screamed again, gasping and choking on her own terror.
Haa...
Fuck.
It had been a while since a curse word came that easily. Sung-ha, who had been quiet, offered a suggestion.
You are still holding the club, are you not? I recommend using it to train her.
Good advice. Thanks, Sung-ha.
......
Why the hell does she go silent every time I say that...
Taking Sung-ha's advice, I raised the club.
"Eh...?"
She stared up at the shadow falling across her face, her expression gone slack and stupid.
WHACK!
"Eghk!?"
A scream of pain burst from her as the club came down. She curled in on herself instinctively, then looked up at me with a mix of confusion and defiance. She clearly didn't understand why she'd been hit.
That insolent look sent a surge of sadism through me. I brought the club down again.
CRACK—
"Ahk!?"
WHACK!
"Agh!? It hurts! It huuurts! S-stop! Ah—"
THWACK—
"Ah, it huuurts——!? My arm—it's broken, aaaaagh—!!"
CRACK!!
"It hurts, please stop—"
WHACK!!
"I'm sorry! I-I was wrong—!!"
THUD—!!
THWACK!
WHACK!....
I brought the club down in a frenzy. The woman huddled on the floor, her body jerking with every blow, desperately trying to say something. I didn't listen. I was too far gone for that.
Watching her grovel beneath me, trembling in terror because of me — I was drunk on it.
What little reason I had left asked me a question.
Is this really okay?
Weren't you human once?
Is this how you treat another human being?
It is fine.
The answer came from somewhere other than myself.
What is the problem with doing as you please with a being weaker than yourself? You are a monster now, but even if you were still human, it would not be an issue. I believe you understand better than I do how humans scorn and do as they wish with those they consider weaker.
You are free. You can do anything. You may do anything. This is the Dungeon. In a space that can be called your world, your words and actions are the law.
Free.
I can do anything.
I am the law.
Sung-ha's words weren't merely meant to shake off my hesitation. They were the truth. If I raped this woman right here and killed her, who would condemn me? If I did as I pleased with a living thing that had entered my body — with this woman — who could blame me?
The woman in front of me was something like my property.
"Please spare me please spare me please spare me I was wrong please don't kill me...!!"
I looked down at the desperate wailing rising from my feet. Covered in bruises from head to toe — everywhere but her face — she stared up at me, tears streaming. There was no more confusion in her eyes. No more defiance. Only the fear and terror that the beating had carved into her.
Looking at her like that, my cock stirred.
She saw it swelling and the greedy gleam in my eyes and let out a thin, shrill gasp — but she didn't scream the way she had before. She'd learned, just moments ago, what that kind of reaction would get her.
Fighting down the urge to shove my throbbing cock inside her, I moved my finger through the air.
Her eyes followed the gestures. She realized I was speaking to her, and her eyes slowly widened. A monster, writing letters. She stared at me in shock, then answered in a trembling voice.
"E-Elisa..."
Elisa...
I rolled her name around on my tongue, savoring it. Then I reached toward the pitiful Elisa lying on the floor.
Squeeze.
"Hiek!?"
I seized the breast that had spilled free of her clothes. She flinched hard, but the sound she made was small. The lesson was still fresh. She didn't dare do more than that.
Without the consent of Elisa, the owner of this body, I kneaded her breast however I pleased.
"Khih..."
Soft. It had been a long time since I'd felt a woman's flesh. That yielding softness no man could possess sent lust surging through me. Touching wasn't enough. I opened my mouth wide and greedily descended on that swollen hill.
Sluuurp—
"Hiiik—"
The wet sound of me sucking her breast forced Elisa's tightly sealed lips apart. The sensation of her own nipple being sucked sent a shiver through her. She pressed her lips inward again, trying to swallow the scream, but she couldn't stop the faint, leaking whimper that slipped through.
Turning her tear-soaked face away was all Elisa could do. She couldn't move to resist. She couldn't even make a sound. In a space where the hierarchy had been carved in with perfect clarity, all Elisa could do was let her body be toyed with.
Suuuck—
Slurp—
I devoured Elisa's breast the way a baby nurses at its mother's teat, lost in it. I sucked and bit her nipple while both hands roughly seized her breasts.
"Ah, it hurts..."
She squeezed the words out, telling me how she felt. I didn't care. She had been reduced to my toy. My breeding sow. A womb for making my monsters.
This is the best...
"Kikikikik!!"
The laugh that burst out of me was grotesque. At first I thought it was because I had a monster's body. Then I realized — no. This was my laugh. It had changed.
I played with Elisa's breasts for several minutes, then grew bored. More precisely, I wanted something more. When I pulled away, Elisa let out a short "ah" and, for a fleeting instant, her face showed relief. But then she saw my finger moving through the air again, the same as before, and that relief slowly drained away.
Her eyes narrowed, tracking my gestures.
The short command completed, Elisa stared for a few seconds, not understanding — then—
Twitch.
"Ah..."
She saw the massive cock thrusting upward, throbbing, and understood. Her eyes went wide. At the same time, the fabric slipped from her left shoulder, revealing the marks of the lesson I had given her.
Darkness settled over Elisa's face, and silent tears began to fall. Then she looked up at me, her gaze overflowing with fear — and that look excited me beyond measure.
