Lewd Dungeon Master: This Orc Is Too Damn OP!

My first subordinate.

Lime was a monster that held a lot of meaning for me.

When I first came to this place and seized the empty dungeon as my own, I chose only Lime from among the seventy-odd slimes and made her my subordinate.

For the first time in my orc life, I had my own ’subordinate’—not borrowed from someone else, but entirely mine. It was pretty funny that an orc’s subordinate was a slime, but Lime had been a huge help in building up the dungeon.

She let me dig out the dungeon however I wanted.

She discovered the Dimension Stone while doing ceiling construction and laid the foundation for our dungeon’s development.

She devoured the humans who invaded my territory and took on a complete human form, becoming a woman who looked just like the mage woman I’d considered a white elephant.

After sex, she’d always take the initiative to clean my dick thoroughly.

Besides that, Lime played a huge role in all kinds of areas.

Though I’d neglected her somewhat because I was so fixated on breaking Lune’s virginity and invested too much in Lune, Lime was basically a founding contributor to our dungeon.

I’d been too indifferent to Lime. Maybe I’d closed off her limitless potential just because she was a slime.

’But not anymore.’

Lime knew how to sacrifice herself. I couldn’t just see her as a simple slime anymore. Having decided to live as an orc, having decided to live as a Legion Commander, I had to let go of some of the various notions I’d held as a human.

My woman.

Though we still couldn’t communicate with words, surely once she evolved we’d be able to understand each other well enough. I blocked off the stairs and fought alongside Lime, understanding each other’s intentions not through language but through our bodies.

Suddenly I remembered something.

Back when I was in Forneus’s dungeon, one monster bastard had treated a slime like an emergency-use onahole, calling it a slime-daughter. I’d tried it myself once out of curiosity after getting my dungeon.

Slimes might be such simple monsters.

But Lime is different. From now on, she’s different.

[Bond Summon] Reviving [Lime].

[Maximum Level decreased by 1.]

The penalties for revival were magic stone consumption and maximum level reduction. That basically meant that unless I found some way around it, the evolution that required reaching level 55 would be blocked.

’I’ve got plenty of Monster Enhancement Tickets anyway.’

Monster Enhancement Tickets that could raise maximum level were rotting away unused. If I wanted to, I could give her enough to make her max level 100.

’If I’m gonna do anything, I gotta revive her first. It’s my first time.’

Actually, someone else had already started the first revival. But that was Shaitan using the system on my behalf, and this was truly my first time using it myself. I punched the system window flickering before my eyes.

"Bond Summon, approved!"

Wooooong---!!

Massive purple light began to surge from the summoning circle. Purple mist billowed up fluffily, and a red silhouette appeared within it.

"Ohh, ohhh!!"

Just as she’d always been by my side protecting me. The red slimehole who looked exactly like the human witch she’d devoured—Lime smiled bitterly at me.

"I congratulate you on your revival."

I didn’t know what to say to someone who’d died and come back, but I had to say something.

"But the crime of dying on your own! I can’t stand it without punishment!"

I lifted Lime up and laid her on the floor. Lime tried to sit up with a flustered face, but at my next action, she smirked and just lay back down.

"I’ll give you corporal punishment, Lime! You’re sentenced to ’Ras-style’!"

No semen would come out. No sowing would occur. But just the fact that Lime had come back to life made my dick stand straight up.

"Everyone raise your glasses! Eat, drink, throw away all pretense and be happy today!"

My roar would spread through the passages, through the portal, through messengers to the entire legion. Though my women and I might have trouble doing it right now, the subordinates with all their limbs intact were different.

"May Ras be with you!"

A true festival would start once the Legion Commander set an example. I’d originally planned to just have a modest festival eating and drinking lightly, but I threw it all out there, meaning they shouldn’t hold back doing what they’d all do behind closed doors anyway.

"Behold, this is the driving force behind our legion’s victory!"

Eros that transcends species.

"The power of love!"

I thrust my dick deep into Lime. The aphrodisiac component unique to slimeholes made my dick hurt the moment I entered, but I endured the pain.

Hehe.

Lime reached her arms toward me, wearing the happiest smile imaginable. With the squelching sounds, the festival atmosphere began to ripen.

That day, my first subordinate took my first Bond Summon.

***

"It fits perfectly with what we have..."

Meri was inwardly furious looking at the giant wearing a black robe. The artisan’s robe made stitch by stitch by Andras looked quite luxurious even at a glance.

"Thank you, Miss Meri. To just give me such an expensive item..."

The Saintess set aside various political engineering perspectives and purely admired it. Though it seemed to be a robe made of the same material as the stockings, it was a top-quality robe that had much more work put into it than the stockings.

"If there was a white one, I’d want to make it my own robe."

"It’s specially made."

It was a robe prepared for the Legion Commander, who could be called a giant. It was a Legion Commander-exclusive robe prepared as a spare in Avalon so he could hide his identity in case they were discovered when secretly committing acts against the Baroness.

"I prepared it specially for someone with a large build. It’s something that wouldn’t sell anyway, so if I’d left it in the warehouse it would’ve just gathered dust. And there’s more than just one."

"Miss Meri, thank you so much."

"Not at all. I’m just grateful for your hard work for humanity, Saintess. Someone like me from a merchant company can only help financially..."

"You’ve helped enough. I sincerely thank you."

The Saintess suddenly spread both arms and approached Meri. At the gesture suggesting a hug, Meri smiled awkwardly and spread her arms.

Whoosh.

The Saintess pulled Meri into a tight embrace and stayed still for a while. During that time, Meri felt a strange sensation. It felt strongly like the Saintess wasn’t expressing gratitude but was deliberately hugging her to feel her breasts with her body.

’The Saintess isn’t a lesbian, there’s no way.’

Meri was genuinely flustered by the Saintess who still wouldn’t release the hug. The Saintess even wrapped her hands around Meri’s lower back and looked straight at Meri with a happy smile.

"I’m sorry about earlier. The setting was what it was. If I do weird things in front of others, it gets noisy about the Saintess’s dignity and whatnot."

"Ah, yes..."

"Miss Meri, could we perhaps become close? I quite like you, Miss Meri."

Meri’s feelings became complicated. The Saintess wasn’t someone to take lightly, and if she tried to use her easily like the Baroness, she’d be the one devoured instead.

However, if she offered the Saintess to the Legion Commander, Meri would gain an opportunity from her father that couldn’t be exchanged for anything. He rewards performance accordingly.

’Do it? Don’t do it?’

Meri struggled internally many times. The Saintess just smiled and held her tightly. She couldn’t get a read on what she was thinking beneath that subtle smile.

"Saintess..."

Meri made her choice.

"Doing this won’t get you anything more. I have many items that are too vulgar for you to wear, Saintess."

"Ah, too bad. I got caught."

The Saintess patted Meri’s back and released the hug. As their pressed-together chests separated, Meri naturally relaxed a bit too.

"I’d like to build a good relationship with you going forward, Miss Meri. Since you’ve shown me kindness, I’ll give you a gift too."

The Saintess pulled out a bottle smaller than her palm from a small bag hanging at her side. Transparent water sloshed inside the bottle.

"What is this...?"

"Holy water. Holy water that I personally prayed over and received blessings for."

"Thank you. I hope I haven’t received too much kindness..."

The Saintess’s holy water.

Even when ordinary priests’ holy water was sprinkled on weapons, it became a peerless blade against demons, but the Saintess’s holy water was on a different level. It was quite a large price for just giving away a black robe for free.

"Saintess... if it’s not rude, may I ask you one thing?"

"By all means."

"Do you perhaps have feelings for that person...?"

Meri pointed with her eyes at the giant moving his body this way and that wearing the black robe. Then the Saintess’s face instantly turned red as a beet.

"That can’t be!"

"Ah, is that so?"

"What? That look like you know everything? Do I seem like I like him but I’m hiding my true feelings and making excuses? I don’t! I’m just angry."

"Oh my. It seems I’ve made you angry, Saintess. Hehe, as compensation for that, I’ll give you one nice gift."

"N-no. That gift is enough."

Swoosh.

Meri bent at the waist and grabbed the front of her skirt. Then she very slowly lifted her skirt toward the Saintess.

"Wh-what...!"

"Service."

Meri winked and kept raising her skirt. The Saintess gulped at the beautiful leg lines visible through the black stockings.

"Miss Meri, this is...!"

"It’s a new product from our company. High-knee socks style, stockings that go up to the thighs."

The Saintess was going crazy over the thigh lines as voluptuous as her breasts. The harmony of black stockings and white thighs was truly art. That alone would be enough for a masterpiece, but Meri’s hands didn’t know how to stop.

"And this is a prototype of a new product we’re launching."

"Goddess above..."

The Saintess felt like blood was rushing to her nose and flowing out. At the mysterious fabric whose small clips held the stocking’s banding portion, the Saintess asked in a daze.

"What is that?"

"Hehe, this is..."

Meri lifted her skirt wide open to reveal even the underwear she wore, with confidence that the Saintess was deeply interested in this sort of thing, so only the Saintess could see.

"It’s called a [garter belt]."

***

"I see. You’re saying the enemy composition consists of orcs, crow-people, and unicorn and worwolf units?"

"Yes. There are also harpies flying through the air."

"Hmm, indeed. I understand. It seems this dungeon’s master likes tactical fights using monsters."

The Holy Knight Commander gathered survivors from the Battle of Zabiyaba in front of the Saintess’s room and collected information. The old knight serving the Baroness and soldiers revealed in detail everything they knew.

"Please recapture Zabiyaba for us, Holy Knight Commander."

"I plan to prioritize conquering the dungeon... but I can’t tolerate a human city being occupied by the Demon King’s army. Understood. I’ll formulate a strategy based on your information. Are there any other special matters?"

"..."

The soldiers glanced at each other and hesitated. It seemed there was something bothering them, showing signs they were reluctant to speak.

"It’s fine. Speak."

"Well... this is blasphemous to say to the Goddess, but we’ll tell you the facts as they are."

"Yes. What is it?"

The old knight squeezed his eyes shut and brought out the secret the soldiers had tacitly made into something that never happened during the Zabiyaba siege.

"The enemy orcs are utterly vicious. Especially the one wearing a robe among the orcs. An orc wearing a robe that looks black because blood is thickly smeared on it, an orc with a protruding belly. He’s probably the enemy’s commander."

"Should I be careful of him? Indeed, he must be the enemy commander who’ll cross swords with me?"

"He climbed on top of the wooden fence naked and raped a woman."

"What did you say?"

The Knight Commander momentarily lost control of her expression.

"N-no. Wait. Rape? A woman? You’re saying he violated a human?"

"Ugh, yes...! I’m sorry!"

"I’ll ask once more."

The Knight Commander said in a hardened voice.

"An orc raped a woman?"

"Indeed. It’s a tool to keep stockings from sliding down. Efficient. They won’t slide down from sweat during battle."

"You just imagined me, didn’t you?! Me wearing stockings and a garter belt?!"

"No, I was thinking what if I wore it. If I made the belt part in the middle with chain mail instead of fabric..."

"Don’t even think about wearing it for a moment!!"