Lewd Dungeon Master: This Orc Is Too Damn OP!

The elves in the Elven Forest split into two camps.

The Cookies and Cream elves, who had awakened to lust and cooperated with our legion.

And the virgin elves, who refused to join our legion in order to protect their chastity.

The virgin elves, led by the 1st Elder, left the Elven Forest. They left under duress, because I threatened that if they stayed in the Elven Forest I really would violate them.

And now those elves, who hadn’t sent word since, were said to be cold corpses. The gnawed-off ear in front of me was the proof.

"I don’t want to ask this of you either. My position demands strict neutrality, and if I step in, the annoying sorts upstairs start yapping."

The divine tree wrapped the elf’s ear on the table back up in leaves.

"But I judged you the right one to settle this problem. First, because you had a hand in it. Second, because you’re more than capable of handling it. Third, because there’s no one in this world who cherishes elves as much as you do."

"...Me?"

That was news to me.

"Yes. Really."

The man who cherishes elves most in all the world, certified by the divine tree.

The title was so absurd that I recited my history with every elf I’d ever met, one by one.

"I took one look at Lune, hauled her off, sized up the angle to jump her, and jumped her."

"Where else will you find an orc who honestly doesn’t eat them, spares their life, and raises them to 4-star?"

"I used the taboo to turn Luna into an elf who can’t live without my dick."

"The taboo was something the elders cooked up on their own in the first place; I didn’t make it. And breaking it could have driven her to kill herself, yet you saved her, didn’t you? That’s exactly why the goddess favored you enough to make Luna a queen."

"I dosed the elves in the Elven Forest with aphrodisiacs, used the orcs, and staged a front-and-back threesome gangbang show with their first time spent stuffed into a hole in a wall."

"You only say that because you don’t know, but those girls were all scissoring each other out in the forest anyway. To be precise, most of the ones doing the scissoring turned into what you call the Cookies and Cream elves."

"...Just yesterday I threw elves in among humans, minotaurs, orcs, and Andras and had them hold an orgy."

"You didn’t force them into it; they did it because they wanted to, no? Then it’s not my place to weigh in."

"...What in the world do the people of this world see elves as?"

"A cock sleeve you can use however you please for the rest of your life once you catch one? Sex slaves, basically. Humans are especially bad about it. Get caught by demons and it ends with a simple gang rape and turning into a dark elf, but get caught by humans and you’re shipped off to a brothel and... ugh, I’d rather not say more than that."

Truly, this is a world that needs to be purified with Ras. I offered my sincere condolences to the elves who had been captured by humans and made into sex slaves.

"So the favor is for me to raid the human cities and rescue the enslaved elves?"

"No. I hinted at it a moment ago, but it’s difficult for me to interfere in how the beings of this world live. If I could, I’d have done something about you touching our elves long ago, wouldn’t I?"

"Fair point. But shouldn’t I at least get something like a hint before I can take action?"

"A hint? ...Well. This is only my own thinking, so take it with a grain of salt."

The divine tree picked the elf’s ear back up out of the leaves.

"It was found in a spot not far from my forest... and judging by the way the ear was gnawed like this, the bite pattern looks human... but a normal human doesn’t actually chew an elf’s ear off this way. So I wondered whether it might be a demon in human form. What do you think?"

"That carries no credibility whatsoever. It’d be more plausible that some human pervert with an elf-ear fetish was mouthing and sucking and licking the ear, bit down by accident, and threw it away."

"You think so? What a shame. If my guess was wrong, I mean."

"A terrible shame indeed."

I’d heard everything I needed to hear. This was almost certainly the absolute limit of the influence the divine tree could exert over me.

"Then I’ll draw up a plan at once and begin the mission."

"Mission? I said it was a favor..."

The divine tree shrugged as if it couldn’t be helped, but the corners of her mouth twitched upward.

"Come find me once you’ve saved the elves. I’ll give you a hair tonic that will make your hair even fuller. If the results are good... yes, I’ll even share the recipe."

"Your grace is immeasurable, Lady Divine Tree."

".....Hmm."

The divine tree frowned as though something didn’t sit right with her. Had I laid the courtesy on a little too thick?

"Well, never mind. We’ll be meeting again anyway. Ah, while you’re here, may I see my daughter?"

"Your... daughter?"

Who could she mean? There were over eighty elves here alone.

"Not the elves. I’m something like the elves’ progenitor. I mean the daughter I actually carried and bore myself. I hear you have her."

Divine tree. Yggdrasil. Drasil...?

"...Oh, come on. No way."

"For your information, I keep this body of mine hidden inside the tree. Ah, is it that I look too different?"

For the first time, Yggdrasil broke into a wide smile and pressed me for an answer.

"Where is my daughter, the Wriggle-Wobble Tree, right now?"

"...She goes by the name [Flauros], Mother-in-law."

Hard to believe, but what was I supposed to do?

The woman herself claimed to be her mother.

***

A little later.

While the World Tree and the Tentacle Tree had their mother-daughter reunion, I summoned the legion’s key figures to the dungeon.

"This is an uprising. This is a Seizure Battle. This is a holy war."

There was no need for discussion. The war was already decided, and we had to throw everything we had into crushing the enemy.

"Our opponent is Astaroth. Master of the 29th-ranked dungeon, and quite possibly the dungeon physically closest to us."

"I know where it is. You just run straight out from the Elven Forest in the opposite direction."

"It’s a dungeon the elves knew well even before your dungeon existed, master. The elders told the young elves never to go wandering outside, because it was an extremely dangerous place."

I spread out the map of the entire barony I’d taken from the baron’s castle.

"Roughly whereabouts do you think it is?"

"There’s a plain past the forest... and then the road climbing into the mountains, so... here."

The Elven Forest section wasn’t drawn in much detail, but the elves seemed to have known the rough location of Astaroth’s dungeon entrance for a long time. I measured the distance between the spot where Luna had stuck her dagger and our dungeon.

"That’s a full day’s flight on Harpy Aello."

"Even riding a unicorn or a Worwolf, it’d take two days."

"It can’t be helped. Even cutting straight through the forest, the forest is simply that vast. The location of this dungeon is practically right beside where the divine tree used to be."

"So building a forward base at the old elf village along the way is out of the question, huh... tch."

The check on physical distance was finished. Next came assessing the enemy’s strength.

"Shaitan, Lucifer. Do either of you know anything about Astaroth’s dungeon?"

"I understand they field incubi as their mainstay. Succubi, incubi, banshees, and nightmares make up the core of their force."

"Um, it’s uncertain information, but may I speak?"

Unlike Shaitan’s crisp answer, Lucifer hesitated, without much confidence. But even uncertain information wasn’t something I could afford to ignore.

"Speak. I’ll be the judge of it."

"Yes. ...Back when I was at Halphas’s dungeon, Astaroth once waged an all-out war on us. They didn’t open a portal through a Seizure Battle; they attacked through the actual entrance."

"What? When was that?"

"...Six months ago."

That counted as fairly recent, but I thought about where Halphas’s dungeon sat physically. It was a good distance from our dungeon, several days of flying away.

"Astaroth moved their dungeon? That doesn’t add up. The elves would have been keeping an eye on it long before that."

"Th-that’s why I said it was uncertain. It was definitely Astaroth we faced..."

"That’s right, master. The enemy was definitely Astaroth."

Halphas backed up Lucifer’s words.

"It happened back when I wasn’t even Shax yet, so I know it well. I watched Halphas fight it herself, so I know. Halphas fought Astaroth head-on and repelled them."

"And the result?"

"...A draw."

"Good. That’s valuable information. Lucifer, don’t be afraid to speak up. Starting from what you said, we can gauge Astaroth’s rough combat strength."

Six months ago, they were on par with Halphas. Which meant we had to assume they were stronger now.

"An Astaroth near the Elven Forest. An Astaroth near Halphas’s dungeon. I don’t know which one is the real Astaroth. But this much is certain. The ones we have to face are the Astaroth who captured the elves."

"So what are we going to do? If we open the portal wrong, won’t it open onto the wrong Astaroth?"

"Gremory, the reverse is also possible: the portal might open onto exactly the right Astaroth."

"...We’re not opening a portal."

Everyone flinched at my words. Eila reacted the most strongly of all.

"If a large force leaves, the humans will notice. Security in Raspica will drop, and the Holy Knights of the marquisate who have their eyes on us could make a move."

"That can’t be helped. This is a war we can’t fight without accepting risk."

"Yes. In that sense, I’d like our force to be made up of our absolute elite. A strength no one could dispute. The strongest force in this region."

"...?"

Every eye turned toward Eila. Even to me, the smile she wore looked awfully sly.

"Let’s use humanity."

The framework of the operation was decided unanimously.

***

[Meanwhile, at Lion Castle Regulus.]

"...They held a mass orgy? At the place where the market was set up?"

"Yes, Your Excellency. According to the scouts, the elves climbed on top of the minotaurs of their own accord..."

"Good grief."

The marquis couldn’t hide his sigh. There was a touch of envy at the thought of being with an elf, but the notion of minotaurs doing it with elves left him rather shaken.

"I have a question, Sir Anthonius. Were they only mounted by the minotaurs?"

"No. It went as far as ejaculation inside them. The scouts had quite a hard time of it, with the elves’ moans and screams."

"...Then did they turn into dark elves?"

"They did not."

Anthonius put deliberate weight into his answer. The marquis covered his face with one hand and sighed once more.

"So it truly is the truth..."

"Your Excellency, what truth do you mean?"

"The fall into dark elfhood."

The marquis looked down at the letter on the table, irritation flickering in his eyes.

"There’s been talk that elves become dark elves not because they had intercourse with another race, but because they were raped against their will."

"...If that’s the case, then certainly."

"The problem is that making this public would cause an uproar. Elves who couple with demons of their own free will don’t fall and become dark elves. What does that mean?"

"It lends weight to their claim that the witch Levis raped four elves and turned them into dark elves."

The marquis tore at his hair for a moment. They had held that orgy knowing perfectly well that the marquis’s scouts were watching the market from a distance. As if they were showing it off.

And as if demonstrating to the marquis, one more time, that Levis was a witch.

"Whew. And the biggest problem is this."

The marquis pointed to the line in the scouts’ report where the handwriting had grown the most unsteady.

"’There were human men mixed in among them, and several of them had relations with the elves.’ Is this true?"

"Yes. We presume they were carpenters from the barony. Far from being forced into it, they threw themselves into the work eagerly, and reportedly went at it indiscriminately: Andras, harpies, elves, no distinction. And above all..."

Anthonius grimaced.

"The human women reportedly did the same, with humans, orcs, and minotaurs alike. Their number reportedly reached as many as thirty."

"Good grief. If the Goddess Church caught wind of this, the inquisitors would come flying in by the dozen."

"What will you do?"

"..."

The marquis set the scouts’ report and the box of stockings side by side.

"Sir Anthonius."

"Yes, Your Excellency."

"Did your wife and daughter like the stockings they received?"

"...Yes. They were overjoyed. It’s been a very long time since I heard ’Dad, I love you.’"

The marquis lifted the box of stockings and set it gently down on top of the report.

"My apologies to the scouts, but we’ll dispose of this. If it reaches the Holy Knights, they could twist it to suit their own tastes. Let’s keep this between ourselves."

"Understood, Your Excellency."

The marquis made up his mind to join hands with the demons in earnest. Rather than betraying the human alliance, he decided to put some distance between himself and the Goddess Church for a while.

"The witch Levis...."

Whatever the truth about the witch might be, the world already took it as truth. The marquis resolved to decide everything in whichever direction profited his house.

"All according to the goddess’s will."

"Father, it’s Electra. It’s urgent."

"Come in."

Electra stepped into the office with a stiff expression.

"Elves have appeared outside the castle."

"...How?"

Electra pointed a finger at the ceiling.

"...They’re flying through the sky. They’re riding winged monsters."

The marquis rushed out of the office.