Lewd Dungeon Master: This Orc Is Too Damn OP!

I was already used to having sex with prisoners.

Until now, whenever I got a prisoner, I’d just stick my dick in them first thing, and luckily things worked out well—the prisoners thankfully came easily and opened their hearts like they opened their legs.

But I couldn’t keep conquering them with the same pattern forever.

Whether it was Baroness Virgo who’d been fooled by me once but still thought she was sleeping with Meri, or the elders who’d be acting like old farts in the Elven Forest, I needed to formulate new strategies to conquer them.

Even if training wasn’t necessarily the right method for them, if an opponent appeared someday who could be conquered through training, I’d need to use it right away, wouldn’t I?

’I can’t do this with my girls.’

Basically, training was an act premised on breaking the opponent’s spirit and making them submit to me. Giving the opponent a sense of humiliation was standard in that process, and situations could arise where I’d have to do somewhat intense things.

’Since this isn’t the modern era, pressuring them socially won’t work. So I use tools.’

The greatest driving force behind humanity achieving civilization was using tools.

Therefore, my training would also start with all kinds of training equipment the union boss had created to take its first great step.

"Hehe, looks good."

I hung Lucifer upside down from chains on the ceiling. When I lifted the iron rod connecting her wrists and ankles upward, Lucifer ended up in a weird position with her head down and her hands and feet pointing up.

"I wonder what happens when blood rushes to the head...?"

I was worried for nothing. If I killed her right at the start of training, I’d have no face not just before Estu but Shaitan too. But I had no intention of changing this delicate position.

"Relax your butt. How long are you gonna keep it clenched like that?"

"Mmph, mm..."

Lucifer tried to use her relatively free palms to cover her wet panties. I found it pitiful and cute how she tried to pinch and scratch whenever I brought my hand near.

"Right. They say training’s best with opponents who resist fiercely."

I grabbed the slime dildo I’d pushed between her panties and thrust it up and down. I couldn’t feel the texture, but from how it didn’t go in easily, it seemed her back hole had never been used at all.

"What? You don’t like the slime dildo going in your ass? Should I just stick my real dick in?"

Shake shake. Even while upside down, Lucifer shook her head violently. Saliva flowing from her mouth ran up her cheeks in reverse.

"Hey, eat it. If you press it with your tongue, the thing in your mouth will burst. It’ll be tasty though?"

"..."

"Aha, you noticed? That it’s slime. Our legion’s nutritious snack full of aphrodisiac components."

There’s no way I’d have a plastic ball. Instead, I’d pushed a lump of slime mucus into Lucifer’s mouth to substitute for a ball gag.

"Want to talk? Then just burst that. If you don’t want to eat it, let it drool out. Hehe, simple right?"

Simple my ass. The reason Lucifer didn’t readily try was probably because she knew the moment she burst the mucus ball with her tongue, the mucus would stick to her tongue and the aphrodisiac effect would spread through her body.

’That would just hurt her more.’

I wondered how long she could hold out without talking. Her face was bright red and she was huffing through her nose, seeming uncomfortable breathing.

"I’m a gentleman so I’ll help a bit."

I approached the wall and lowered the chain pulley connected to the iron rod slightly. Lucifer slid down from the back of her head to the floor, and with her wrists and ankles bound in a straight line, her upper body naturally leaned forward. I supported and lifted the back of her neck so Lucifer could be comfortable.

Creak!

"Ugh!"

"Oh, sorry."

As I pulled her upper body up, her butt naturally pressed to the ground. The dildo consequently got pushed in deeper.

"It keeps trying to slip out to the side. This won’t do."

"Mmph?!"

I made Lucifer lie face-down on the floor completely. Her wrists were bound to the iron rod so the position looked too uncomfortable, so I brought the pillow I’d use from the bed and put it under Lucifer’s face.

"Huff, huff..."

Lucifer buried her face in the pillow. Her body trembling slightly seemed like she was choking up and crying.

"Hey, you crying? We haven’t even started yet?"

I brought a blanket that substituted for a topper prepared on the bed and laid it on the floor. Then I lifted Lucifer’s waist and placed her on it.

"It’ll hurt if you scrape your knees, so stay like that. Well... that pain all turns to pleasure anyway, so if you want, go ahead and try."

I went behind Lucifer and grabbed the end of the protruding dildo. The fountain hadn’t spurted yet, but her panties were already wet enough to be quite damp.

"Should I cut them off to take them off? Ugh, what a pain. I’ll just leave them like this."

Still, I had to loosen up her back hole while I rested, so I grabbed the dildo’s end and pushed forward very slowly.

"Ughh!"

"Relax."

I repeated pulling back slightly then thrusting forward several times. The barrier the dildo was expanding would loosen to fit my dick’s shape perfectly.

"Oh right, I didn’t ask. Do you shit?"

"Ughhhh!!!"

"Why so mad? So do you or not? Answer quickly. Scat fetish is exclusive to Gremory, not me. Don’t go spraying shit in someone else’s house for no reason."

"..."

Were her ears bright red from humiliation, or because her body was heating up from continued stimulation? Either way, if she didn’t answer even with her body, I’d just do as I pleased.

"This won’t work."

I pulled the dildo right out. Lucifer’s gaping anal hole closed in an instant as if it had been waiting.

"I was gonna go easy if you answered, but guess not. Hey, ever seen something like this?"

I pulled out a small glass bottle from the box. Seeing what was wriggling inside, Lucifer started shaking her body violently.

"Mmmmph!! Mmph!"

"Hehe, you’ve seen it before? That’s why you should’ve answered earlier. I’m someone who prepares for unexpected situations, you see."

I opened the glass bottle’s lid and dropped the contents on Lucifer’s butt crack. An amorphous monster the same red color as Lime, but a monster specialized in one area.

"Curious what it is? Ah, this is a monster called ’Scar Theology.’"

Scar Theology immediately wriggled to find where it should be. I felt sorry watching its penis-shaped head trying to push between her panties, so I lifted them slightly.

"Mmmmph!!"

Scar Theology squeezed through the door. I pulled her panties down slightly and thrust the dildo deep into the hole Scar Theology had opened.

"Hkk, mmm..."

"When Scar Theology goes in, plugging it is the rule, you see. It serves as a kind of anal plug. Oh, want me to attach a tail? I have a few."

Shake shake.

"You don’t want it? So you do like the dildo!"

I shouted triumphantly and thrust the dildo in wildly. From the sensation at my fingertips, Scar Theology seemed to have slipped deep into places the dildo couldn’t reach.

"Good job. You’ll be used often for back hole development from now on. Hehe. You know how hard I had to work developing Lune’s back dungeon? I held in wanting to cum while repeatedly putting it in and taking it out 0.1mm at a time to loosen her. You’re getting it loosened comfortably, dammit."

Before long, the dildo had gone in almost to the end. Just in case, the base at the end was shaped to spread wide so even if I wanted to put in more, it wouldn’t go further.

"Hehe, suffer a bit."

I gently put her panties back on. The trace of the protruding dildo was clearly visible, but since I wouldn’t use it right away anyway, it didn’t matter.

’This reminds me of when I tried to somehow do it with Shaitan.’

How much effort I put in trying to make her spread her legs herself. Thinking about how it turned out they were both just waiting for a chance to be alone together, watching for opportunities to spread their legs, I’m just embarrassed at how much I wasted my efforts.

’This time is different.’

I’d leave her alone until vulgar words came from her mouth. I took a sip of cold water from the water bottle prepared in advance, then flopped onto the bed.

"Shaitan."

[Yes, Master.]

"I’m going to sleep here from now on. Come by occasionally and check on Lucifer’s condition."

[Of course. Sleep well. Oh, shall I provide dream service?]

"Not this time."

There are times when you want to relax even for a moment, right? After a day of crushing Halphas’s legion, I needed time to sleep soundly alone.

"Half a day here is less than 10 minutes outside anyway."

[That’s true. Master, I’ll slip out and guard by your side.]

"What? Weren’t you going to talk with the girls?"

[I’ll say you called only me by order. Hehe, will you back me up?]

Using the only way to communicate without being discovered by others through the system like this. They say still waters run deep.

’Oh right, she’s a succubus.’

She was living up to her name—no, her species value.

"Shaitan. I could do that, but I really need to rest this time, okay?"

[Of course. I’ll just guard beside you while you sleep. And...]

"Hiiik?!"

Lucifer suddenly shook her body greatly as if she’d gotten a chill.

[While you sleep, I’ll cook what’s next to you nicely so it’s easy for you to eat, Master. Hehehe...]

"I’ll do it myself, so leave it alone. I need to develop my training techniques too."

[Aww.]

"Hanging around with Lune... haah, fine. If you really want to come, come. And while you’re at it..."

I glanced at Lucifer who was perking up her ears watching me, then deliberately raised my voice.

"Bring food for Lucifer too. Something thick from the melted low-grade ones."

[Oh my... hehe. Understood. So you mean that.]

"Yeah, that. Don’t try to slip out by reading the room, just tell them straight. Otherwise you’ll get on the girls’ bad side."

[Understood. I’ll tell them you ordered me to bring food for training Lucifer. Do you need anything else?]

"Warm peach lemonade and a cup of chocolate milk. I’d like them brought right away."

[...Understood.]

Click. The connection with Shaitan cut off. I thought it was easy to understand her, but still, what I wanted to drink I wanted to drink.

’What can I do when they really taste like that.’

It wasn’t just about sex—they were drinks that really tasted like that, so I couldn’t quit. If the Greek gods drank nectar, that was my nectar and water of life.

’Right. Like how the girls drink my semen.’

I wonder what would happen to Lucifer.

"Hehe, Lucifer. Let me ask you one thing."

I asked Lucifer while lying on the bed.

"Do you know what custard cream cheese tastes like?"

"...??"

She probably didn’t know. Then she’d find out soon enough.

"That’s the taste of the food you’ll eat for the rest of your life while you’re here."

"Hkk!"

Lucifer seemed to choke up and shed tears, burying her head in the pillow again.

I felt a bit sorry, but thinking about how I’d suffered terribly for the past few days because of Lucifer—if you think about the time acceleration here, it was actually about half a hundred days, wasn’t it?—sympathy just welled up into anger again.

’Right. I suffered so much because of her.’

I don’t know how much I worried about losing to Halphas. The fundamental reason I was trying to sleep with a prisoner right in front of me was the intention to savor my victory by keeping Lucifer in that state before my eyes.

"Sniff sniff."

The air was full of warm lemon scent. As expected, blocking the back hole made the somehow unsettling and sour smell disappear perfectly. The scent stimulating my nose was just refreshing clarity.

"Ah, is this aromatherapy?"

I closed my eyes wrapped in the fresh lemon scent. Living in the training room meant shortening my lifespan, and using that just for stamina recovery was wasteful in terms of lifespan, but still, I couldn’t miss this moment’s comfort.

"So comfortable, so comfortable."

I entrusted my body to sleep using Lucifer’s moans as a lullaby.