The battle’s over. The thrill of victory is always sweet and exhilarating.
Worrying about a possible night raid, or additional forces coming—that can wait till later. Right now, I just need to enjoy the pleasure right in front of .
"Everything’s prepared, Master."
Eila leads to the bedroom. Having properly showered for the first ti in a while in a human city, Eila’s body slls of thick perfu. Lune seems to have bathed with Eila too.
"I’m gonna shower too."
"Huh? You don’t really have to...."
"Don’t wanna dirty the bed."
That’s one reason, but I wanted to pour hot water on my body soaked in blood and sweat. I take off all my clothes and place them in front of the bathroom. Befitting the mansion of whoever the owner is—soone who lives pretty well—it’s equipped with shower facilities.
"It’s a bathroom using magical tools. Turn that magic stone. Hot water should co out."
"Whooooa! Hot water using magical tools, that’s amazing!"
"What kind of crazy talk is that?"
"Just saying it once. Hey, why are you coming in?"
Despite being an avatar, Gremory strips down to her underwear and cos inside. It’s a blatant appeal, and I don’t bother stopping Gremory.
"Would an orc know about shower facilities like this? Just stay put. I’ll teach you everything."
Gremory pushes inside and skillfully fiddles with the magic stone to turn on the hot water. Lukewarm water at just the right temperature from the ceiling showerhead soaks from head to toe.
"Ahhh...."
A pleasant sigh escapes naturally. And my lower half rapidly heats up too. Behind , sothing soft like a sponge along with hard protrusions are lathering soap bubbles on my back.
"Hehe, first ti for sothing like this?"
"Yeah."
I knew about it in theory, but I never expected to receive this kind of service in this world. I enjoy Gremory’s service while entrusting my body to the hot water. It feels like the blood from battle and physical fatigue are completely washing away.
"Already hard?"
"Obviously."
After lathering soap bubbles all over my back with her breasts, Gremory cos around to my front. With her wet red hair completely slicked back, the act of pressing her breasts together to spread soap bubbles all over my body is downright erotic.
Even though it’s an avatar, it turns on. I suddenly rember sothing and ask.
"Are you doing it with Arthur these days?"
"...Why are you asking sothing so annoying? You’re just gonna hear trash-talk your son, so why bother?"
"Yeah."
"Haven’t done it since the first day. The kid’s just too weak."
Gremory rubs soap bubbles on her groin and climbs on top of my mber. Gremory, sliding her groin and inner thighs slippery with soap bubbles, takes the lead by placing her shoulders on my hands.
"Hah, haa, haah...."
"Fuck, can’t hold back anymore."
Arthur can go play with the hunters. I grab Gremory’s waist and pull back slightly. Then I make a cup with my hand to catch water and scrub around her groin with my hand.
Splash splash splash.
At the rough hand movents scrubbing her groin, Gremory leans her back against the wall. The marble wall supports Gremory firmly, and I rinse my mber with water falling from above.
"Wait...! I’m not wet inside yet?!"
"Fuck, shut up."
Without asking Gremory’s permission, I lift her waist and thrust my mber up. I feel bad for the two waiting in bed, but it’s Gremory’s fault for barging in during my shower.
Squelch.
The wet mber struggles to dig into Gremory. The tip only moistens the front part of her passage with water, and the inside isn’t wet at all yet—my tip stings painfully.
"Nngh, I’m, I’m not wet yet...!"
"I’m turned on, so that’s enough."
Since I’m showering to do it, doing it while showering isn’t a problem. I spread my legs slightly to avoid slipping and get in position. Gremory tilts back while facing .
"Ugh, it hurts...! I really feel like I’m dying...!"
"Gremory. Your lightning was really aweso."
The magic that roasted the humans trying to fight to the death proves she definitely has considerable skill as an elentalist. Having blown away a full 1/5 of enemy forces, I need to give Gremory a fitting reward.
"So as a reward, I’m cumming inside."
"How is that a rew—nngh!!"
Thrust.
I thrust my mber forcefully upward. Her cervix imdiately grazes my tip, and like tearing tape off dry skin, my entire mber stings. If it’s this bad for , how much worse must it be for Gremory?
"Haahh! I, I really can’t! It hurts, it hurts so bad I could die!"
"Your nipples are rock hard and you say bullshit."
Thwack, thwack. I twist Gremory’s nipples left and right while thrusting my mber up. It’s slippery because there are still soap bubbles, so I spread water like lotion while stroking Gremory’s body with my palm and pounding her against the wall.
"Ahh, haaah, haaaah!"
Gremory cries and sticks out her tongue. Instead, I lift one of Gremory’s thighs and turn slightly to the side.
"Ahhh! No, not there, hngh!"
As the insertion angle changes, my tip scrapes another one of Gremory’s G-spots. Unlike the main body, it’s like the avatar copied her virgin days exactly—wide enough for my huge mber to enter quickly, but the inside squeezes tight and bouncy. I raise Gremory’s leg onto my elbow.
"You’re loving it to death, huh?"
"I love it! I love it, fuck!"
"You like cursing while doing it? Huh? I curse pretty well, so how about I go all out?"
"Do it! Fuck, let’s see how good you—"
Slap!
I smack Gremory’s cheek first. Gremory stares at blankly, forgetting to even squeeze. I grab Gremory’s lower jaw and make the most contemptuous expression possible—that look Forneus used to look down on —and insult Gremory.
"A slut who doesn’t care if it’s a horse or an orc as long as it fucks her hard is cursing at ? Your main body’s a total whore and I’ve tasted all of it, so where’s this avatar trying to scam ? Bitch, shut your mouth and suck dick."
"...."
Oh shit. Was that too sudden? My heart sinks, wondering if I accidentally showed my true feelings. And I realize for the first ti in my life that I’m lucky in this departnt.
"...You curse pretty good, asshole."
Gremory gives a suggestive smile with her eyes, then taps the back of my hand twice.
"Change positions. You said I’m a slut who spreads her legs for any horse, right?"
Gremory even uses magic to pull my mber out of her body. Floating briefly in the air, Gremory shows her back and bends forward. What that posture ans is all too clear.
"Fuck, let’s change masters today. Stamp your master’s seal right on this bitch’s pussy. Got it?"
"...Ha, this bitch."
If you had this fetish, you should’ve said so earlier. Where’d the woman go who stubbornly tried to stand as equals, going on about being allies and whatnot after our first victory? All that’s left is one sex-obsessed slave demon.
"Yeah. I’ll do exactly that. But you know...."
I should do what she wants. I get in position behind Gremory and roughly pull back her red hair.
"Where does a fucking slut get off talking down to her master?"
"...Ah, Andras uses informal speech too, hiiik, haaaaagh!!"
I roughly shove my mber into Gremory. The hot water falling on my head scatters everywhere, and water that sluggishly flows out from inside Gremory runs down with the shower water.
"Hehe, you clearly asked to curse. Don’t sulk later, okay?"
I slap Gremory’s side breast and take a breath.
"You see, cursing...."
I scrape together every insulting phrase I’ve learned so far and spew it however it cos out, and each ti, Gremory rolls her eyes back and convulses.
"Haaaaah! Fuck, you fucking bastard, where’d you only learn cursing, fuck! My mom, aaaaah!"
Eventually, I keep pounding her cervix until Gremory’s avatar passes out and faceplants on the shower floor, stamping exactly who Gremory’s new master is with my tip-shaped seal.
What did I curse?
I just cursed while thinking about Forneus.
With a refreshed mind, I finish showering and lift up Gremory, who’s convulsing with just her ass raised. Her passage is full of the sen I unloaded to my heart’s content, and I carry Gremory out of the shower making sure it doesn’t leak out.
Drip. Drip drip. Drip.
I roughly dry the dripping water with a towel. I’ll be covered in sweat soon anyway, and I thoroughly wipe Gremory’s body with another towel too. I head to the bedroom carrying naked Gremory.
"Haah, haah. Master...."
"Oof, sorry. We thought you’d start right away when you ca out, Master, so we prepared ourselves first.... You already went first."
Lune and Eila are naked, having ward up their bodies in advance. Eila has fingers in Lune’s back hole, Lune has fingers in Eila’s front hole, and sli mucus sticks wetly to their fingers.
"Eila, haah. Pull your fingers...out. I think we need to calm Master’s mber down first."
"Right. Master. Please lie down. We’ll serve you."
Lune and Eila kneel demurely on the bed. The bed is wide enough to easily fit four people, and I lay Gremory on the sofa and head to the bed.
"Lune, Eila. Good work today. Today’s battle was intense, and I’m still not over the excitent."
As proof, my mber is still extrely fired up despite having cum hard inside Gremory once already. Unlike Gremory who wants it huge, since these are my cherished ones, I want to treat them like a gentleman.
’But how thoughtful of them to finish their preview together?’
Then naturally I should get to the main point, right? I lightly push the two who show the harmony between human and elf onto the bed.
"Kyaah?!"
"M-Master?"
"Mm.... Yeah."
I choose you. I throw myself on top of Eila.
***
At that ti.
The humans taken prisoner by the Legion of Wrath walk powerlessly through the dungeon interior. After passing through the portal, walking the straight passage with tons of intersections makes their bodies feel heavy as a thousand pounds.
"Haah, haah."
The man, Altien, volunteered for the army imdiately after escaping Zabiyaba to avenge his wife. And luckily, he was issued a sword and shield in the morning and could return to Zabiyaba right away.
The result: prisoner.
He beca a prisoner along with countless others, and as soon as they arrived at the dungeon, they were moved to another place via another portal. It was dungeon after dungeon, and they sensed the death awaiting them.
’They’re going to kill and eat us in the dungeon.’
That pig orc has made them die in a place far from ho. He cursed inwardly countless tis that the bastard is vicious and cunning like a demon, but all they could do was curse.
They were the losers, and all they could do was be moved around powerlessly by ghouls. They arrived at an open area, and the one who greeted the prisoners was a red-haired witch standing on two feet on a cal’s back.
"Welco to my dungeon, you tiny humans."
"Hiiik!!"
So we’re being offered as sacrifices to the witch who roasted hundreds at once with lightning. Now they’ll be tortured and have their blood squeezed out for use in a ritual where the witch summons demons. The prisoners despaired at the hopeless fate given to them.
"From now on, you won’t be able to leave this place until you die, ohohoho!"
The witch, Gremory (main body), mocks the prisoners with a resonant voice. Then about ten orcs enter with brushes and start writing numbers on the human prisoners’ shoulders.
The sequence starting from number 1 continues far past 100, and they notice that each room built in the open area has a number marked on it.
"From now on, move to the front of your assigned number, go!!"
Gremory gives the prisoners an order. The prisoners stand dumbfounded, unable to understand why they should go to what looks like cramped rooms.
’Could there be monsters in each room...?’
Isn’t this like tagging pigs being dragged to a slaughterhouse? Altien feels dizzy at how human dignity has not just fallen but is about to be ruthlessly murdered.
"Ugh, uaaaagh!"
One middle-aged man screams and turns around. And toward him, the witch imdiately fires magic. A hand of earth rising from the ground grabs the man, and a cal monster that soon appears lifts the man up.
Nyehehehe, hehehehe.
"Ugh, uaaaagh!!"
The cal monster smacks the middle-aged man’s buttocks and disappears into the darkness. The prisoners stand in front of the rooms, thinking they’d rather be chewed alive by monsters. Altien also stands in front of his assigned number, 74.
"When the door opens, you’ll know what to do. Hehe, so now—"
Creak.
The door opens. Altien is shocked to see a woman in the cramped room. A monster with wings for arms, a harpy, is pulling a rope with her toes.
"Oh my. A young man. Looks delicious."
Ah. So I’m going to be eaten by a harpy. Altien squeezes his eyes shut.
"Then hurry up and co do it. What are you waiting for?"
"...Huh?!"
Altien’s mind reels at the surreal scene before his eyes. The harpy is spreading her legs wide open, not wearing a single thread.
"Listen well, prisoners! Two fates await you! Just die, or fuck and die!"
Gremory’s voice echoes through every room. And Altien intuits.
Will he have sex with the monster before his eyes and fall into hell, or will he be dragged away by a cal monster like the middle-aged man and die?
’If I’m going to die at least...!’
The forr is much better. Altien bites his lip and steps into the room. The harpy looking sowhat like his wife without glasses must surely be a mistake.
"W-wooooh!"
Squelch.
On this day.
The number of prisoners who survived being squeezed by starving monsters barely reached 30, and Altien lost consciousness with his face buried in the harpy’s chest.
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