I’d taken down as many cockatrices as possible before they reached the shore. But the numbers were still significant: the remaining cockatrices numbered around sixty, slightly more than the orcs.
’Should’ve pulled more troops over here.’
Our legion’s elite orc warriors currently totaled a hundred and fifty. With a third each assigned to my dungeon, Gremory’s dungeon, and Ras Vegas, I had to make it work with fifty orcs.
Those fifty were the cream of the crop, handpicked from the best, but whether they could actually go toe-to-toe and win against cockatrices was another question.
’That’s why you trust them.’
The orcs would take down the cockatrices. No question.
Give it a little ti and the Flare Panteras sprinting underground would join the fight, along with the follow-up unit. Sustain the battle long enough and our Legion of Wrath would co out stronger than theirs. I believed in my subordinates: the ones who received my buff through my tattoos.
So the only enemy I needed to handle myself was one. I grabbed the bent shovel and charged straight at the penguin.
"First things first, let get that annoying mascot suit off you, Shex!"
"It’s SHAX!!"
Shax exploded in fury and sprayed a machine-gun stream of water droplets from the beak straight at . The kind that’d punch holes through flesh on contact, so I rolled sideways across the floor and dodged.
"SCREEEE, you PERVERT!"
Shax scread at the sight of my very rigid, very out-there lower half, while simultaneously tracking with the beak to try and get a shot in. But I was already closing the distance, and I’d long since read exactly where those eyes were pointing.
"You say pervert but you can’t look away! Shex!"
"It’s SHAX!"
Shex snapped her head far back. A big inhale, and I already knew exactly what was coming next.
"Hydro Pump!!"
SSSHHHHHHH!
A water cannon blasted out of Shex’s beak. Too late to dodge; had to take it head-on. I read the trajectory fast.
’Oh, this girl.’
Shex’s water cannon was aid dead center at my solar plexus. Too late to dodge, and trying to anyway risked getting my heart targeted. Only one option: take it. Right before the water cannon hit, I brought both feet together and jumped straight up on the spot.
"WRAAH!!"
I jumped like my life depended on it, and the water cannon made contact with my stomach.
SPLAAAT!!
The cannon hit my stomach and instantly burst into spray in every direction. It splattered across my face, arms, dick, scattered everywhere, but after bouncing off my stomach it lost all its punch and barely stung. My body started dropping slowly back down, and the mont I confird Shex’s water cannon had stopped, I exhaled in relief.
THUD!
I landed on both feet, and Shax’s water cannon dripped off my body like rain. Sure enough, the stocking I’d wrapped tight like a belly band around my stomach was shredded and hanging off in tatters. I ripped off the torn stocking, leaving my upper body completely exposed.
"Hff!"
Shax hiccupped looking at . I pumped internally and sprinted forward.
"SCREEEE!!"
Shax scread and opened up with the water cannon again. The cannon that had been powerful enough to rip through stocking armor was now dramatically weaker, and I read the angle of the straight-on stream and angled my stomach into it.
"HYAAH!"
SPLAAAT!
The water cannon grazed off my stomach and went flying sideways, straight into a cockatrice that had been fighting nearby. The cockatrice that had been about to peck an orc’s throat had its neck twisted in a deeply wrong direction by Shax’s own water cannon.
"HEY!!!"
"Shax, I’m putting it in!!"
Shax was furious at having her own attack used against her, a vein practically popping in those penguin eyes, but using the enemy’s attack against them was the most basic of basics. I was already right up in Shax’s face, and Shax flinched and stumbled back one step.
"Th-this—"
"SPEAR!!"
I launched myself at the mascot suit like a bull in a ring. Shax threw up both arms to stop , but I’d already gotten both hands around the waist of Shax’s costu.
SQUISH!
Shax’s body was unexpectedly soft. The feel of it was like grabbing a tube packed full of water. I understood imdiately what Shax had filled the costu with.
"Water! That’s why the air didn’t leak out!"
Up close it was obvious. The puncture Lune’s arrow had made was still there, but it was sealed over with a thin layer of ice like plastic wrap.
"Welco aboard, Shex!"
"You PIECE of—!"
I squeezed the arms I had wrapped around Shax hard. The puncture on the costu let out a crackle.
"To celebrate eting you, how about a real tight hug?!"
SPLOOOOSH!!
The ice coating sealing the hole started to crack, and the water Shax had packed inside the costu ca gushing out through the gap. Shax thrashed and tried to fight back, but I lifted Shax off the ground as I bear-hugged the water out.
"You must be real worked up about sharing a bed with ! You’re soaking wet!"
"I’m going to cut out your TONGUE first!!"
Shax tried to peck my mouth with the beak. I leaned my upper body back briefly to dodge it.
"You want to kiss first? Fast mover!"
"You’re the one who said you wanted to mate!"
"WHAT?! Mate?! Skipping straight to the end, aren’t we! HYAAH!"
SQUEEEZE! One more hard squeeze and the water pouring off Shax’s body started soaking through my entire body. That water hit my overheated skin and my overheated equipnt and started rising into steam.
And the mont the steam blocked the view, I could feel the real body underneath. Past the costu and the water cushion, Shax’s small body was pressed right against my arms.
"Ngh?!"
"OHHHH!"
The size of the costu had thrown off. Shax was actually just tall enough that if Shax lifted the beak, I could et it face to face, probably around 160 centiters in real life.
"S-stop squeezing!"
"No!"
The waistline that had been over two ters ca down by almost half, and the costu kept shrinking like an oversized penguin onesie losing its stuffing. Just a little more and I’d be able to feel the actual body underneath.
Grab! My hand found what felt like Shax’s rear end. The chest was nearly nothing to speak of, but the ass was actually pretty solid. I stopped squeezing and ran my hand along the curve.
"Our Shax, built for easy delivery, huh?"
"YAAAAAH!"
Shax flailed both arms and slapped hard across both cheeks. Both sides lit up hot, and I pulled Shax in tight and pitched us forward.
"On the ground, now!"
THUD!
With pulling Shax down on top of , Shax went crashing backward. I pinned both of Shax’s costu arms under my knees in a mount position and clenched both fists.
"I’m against abuse of won! I’m against abuse of animals! That’s my stance! But I have zero reason to go easy on soone who breaks into my house and vomits all over it! And especially not soone who killed my cute little pet monster slis!"
THWACK!
Just like Shax had slapped both my cheeks, I swung left and right hooks right alongside Shax’s beak. Full-power left, full-power right hook; Shax’s penguin head went swinging left and right, over and over.
CLANG, CLANG, CLAAANG!!
Hitting the beak was like punching a steel plate. My fists ached like hell. But just as my fists hurt, Shax was getting completely rattled by the hits.
"...Heh."
Shax let out a dazed, deflated sound. I grabbed the top and bottom of the beak and pried it open. Finally, a look at Shax’s real face.
"Holy shit. You’re fucking gorgeous."
"What...?!"
Overall sharp and dangerous-looking: the kind of face that scread delinquent bad girl. Even the eye shape was cutting, and with pitch-black hair, black eyes, and dark features, throw a school uniform on her and she’d pass for a high schooler, no question.
"Damn... why the hell are you walking around hiding a face like this?"
"What kind of thing is that to say in the middle of a fight?! Ptoo!"
Shax’s face went red and she spat. I yanked my head back on instinct and the spit shot toward the ceiling like a bullet. The tip of my nose stung like I’d been nicked with a blade.
"Ow—I was enjoying a rare glimpse of a beautiful woman here! ...Hm?"
Sothing else caught my eye more than Shax’s attack. Where had I seen this face before? I racked my mory. I definitely had, in so situation, in so position like this...
Oh.
"You... look a lot like Andras."
"What the hell—wait, what did you say?"
Shax looked uncannily like Andras: the original Andras. Shax’s face was a ss of pain and bewildernt, and I quickly swept my eyes across the battlefield.
’Things are looking rough.’
The orcs were fighting their hearts out against the cockatrices, but the cockatrices were each individually as strong as a Pale Rider. If it hadn’t been close to one-on-one matchups across the board, cockatrices would definitely have broken off and rushed now that I’d pinned Shax.
So I had to fully subdue Shax fast.
"Shax! Do you want to—"
"What do you an I look like Andras!!"
"Ugh?!"
Shax unleashed a burst of raw strength and started lifting my knee. Both arms trembling, but Shax was definitely starting to push my leg up.
"Not a chance!"
BOOM!!
I drove a fist straight down into Shax’s shoulder. Shax coughed dry, the arm strength gave out, and everything dropped back down.
"There’s one thing I learned from fighting Luna!"
I raised my fist high again. Shax’s black eyes started to waver.
"Never let your mind wander when you’re up against soone stronger than you!"
WHAM!!
"AAAARGH!!"
Shax scread. I heard the sound of a joint crunching clearly in my ear, and felt the strength leave Shax’s left arm. Even hitting that hard, all I managed was to knock one arm out of commission.
’Erogenous zone. Find the erogenous zone.’
Shax’s status still hadn’t shown up. To get even a brief read, I’d have to find sowhere Shax was sensitive.
"COCKATRICES!! GET THIS BASTARD!!"
"Oh, great."
One shoulder wrecked, but the mouth still works just fine, still yapping away. And more annoyingly, the cockatrices were starting to turn their attention toward one by one. Which ant I had no choice but to call in my own backup.
"RAS!!!"
"""RAS!!"""
At my call, the orcs began to gather and form a circle formation one by one. The cockatrices slashed and clawed at the airtight ring, but the orcs started swinging their shovels with their lives on the line.
CLANG, CLANG!!
The orcs started holding back the cockatrices with everything they had, willing to die if that’s what it took. And while the orcs held the line against the cockatrices, I had to finish my own battle.
"LUNE!!"
"I’m here!!"
Lune dropped from overhead. Must have bounced off a cockatrice or an orc, landed right next to Shax’s head.
"Pin the right arm with your knee!"
"Got it!"
Lune followed the order and pressed the right arm down with full force imdiately. In that opening, I shifted my body backward from where I’d been mounted on top of Shax. Gauging position by feel, I worked my way down to where Shax was kicking out left and right with both thighs, and gripped the costu with two fingers.
"Finally!!"
RIP!
I tore the costu open by force. With my nails sharpened to a point, the middle split open in a long vertical tear, and right where my gut told it would be.
"Damn, this feels like doing it with a penguin."
"Master! There’s no ti for that right now!"
"Wh-what are you two doing?! In the middle of a fight?!"
Shax’s face flushed bright red with a shriek. But I was already pressing my slick-wet equipnt with my thumb and lining it up at the entrance.
"Lune, cast it!"
"On it!"
Lune bent forward and applied sex magic to Shax’s stomach. The sex magic’s characteristic magic circle (shaped like a vulva) began glowing on the white part of the penguin costu, and Shax’s eyes started shaking like a leaf in total confusion and panic.
"In the middle of—what are you even—?"
"This is how our legion fights."
I tapped the head of my dick gently against Shax’s entrance. If there was no special erogenous zone to find, just going straight for the spot where all the sensitivity was concentrated worked just as well.
[Shax: ★★★★☆, Lv.81]
"...Heh, figured she was sothing else."
Shax had been strong enough to nearly lift off the ground for a mont. But too much mana had been burned up filling that pit with water.
"Surprised? That an orc can be this strong."
"Ah, n-no, huh...?"
Shax was already starting to lose it. The idea of being taken by an orc had clearly broken sothing: head shaking slightly, trying to deny reality. I patted Shax’s thighs gently in reassurance.
"Don’t worry. Thanks to Lune’s sex magic, the only thing you’re going to feel is pleasure."
"D-don’t! Don’t do it...!"
"Don’t do what?"
"...Mate!"
Shax shouted it with a face that could’ve caught fire. The bluntness of it caught off guard.
"Shax, you’ve got one thing wrong."
CLANG, CLANG!!
With the orcs holding their shovel line against the cockatrices, I settled into position to drive my spear ho.
"This is called ’Ras.’"
"Y-you’re insane! What are you doing in the middle of a—AAAHN!!"
Would the orcs’ defensive line break first, or would Shax get buried in pleasure?
The Ras with Shax had begun.
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