Lewd Dungeon Master: This Orc Is Too Damn OP!

"I’ll leave it in your hands, then, Legion Commander."

"But of course."

My mother-in-law, or rather the divine tree, taught Flauros a new technique and then left the dungeon. Along with an invitation to come see her any time I had questions, she carried a flowerpot in her arms with a small tentacle sapling planted in it.

"Divine tree, what is that?"

"This? A branch I received from Flauros. Even far apart from my daughter, this lets me talk with her. I left a trace of myself with the child as well."

Some sort of long-distance communication, perhaps. But that obscene, familiar shape was an object my eyes knew all too well.

"Excuse me, but about that branch."

"I know. It’s shaped like your cock, isn’t it? Harder and sturdier than I expected. A little short of his, though. Heh heh."

Straight from the divine tree’s mouth. I had lost to the Demon King.

"...Once I hit 5-star and climb to 6-star, that’ll change."

"Will it? Give it your best, then. I’ll be rooting for you. By the way, you’ve had the look of someone with a question on his mind for a while now."

"Well, allow me to ask just one thing."

I asked the divine tree what I’d genuinely been wondering.

"Is Demon King Solomon’s true body a tentacle?"

"What makes you think that?"

"Because you’re a divine tree, and yet Flauros is a tentacle tree."

There is such a thing as genetics. The Family Tree in the system proves it.

If a human and an orc bang, what’s born is a human or an orc, not a goblin. So if a divine tree and the Demon King banged, you might get a tree of the demonic realm, but there’s no grounds whatsoever for a tentacle tree.

Therefore the Demon King, Flauros’s biological father, is a tentacle. If he’s a tentacle demon, then the stamina to make someone lay 720 children a day makes perfect sense.

"Demon King Solomon’s true body, hm... it’s out of the question for me to comment on that. Put bluntly, it’s because the Demon King is a stronger being than I am. If I’d been stronger than that bastard, I’d have pinned him down and kept him long ago."

"..."

"But this much I can tell you. His true body is not a tentacle. The body Solomon wore when he lay with me and had me bear Flauros, however, was a tentacle monster."

"...!!"

A picture was forming. Thanks to the divine tree’s hint, the scattered puzzle pieces were starting to connect into one enormous image.

"If you’re curious, go look up the Dragon Lord... no, the holy dragon. That one is another victim who isn’t quite a victim of the Demon King. And you’ve already ended up deeply connected to a Holy Dragon yourself, haven’t you?"

"Sorry?"

"You didn’t know? That half dragon Flauros was sowing seed into with her branches. That half dragon’s dragon mother is the Demon King’s own daughter. That’s all I can say."

"..."

I felt like I’d just heard something more shocking than the fact that Levis was, by blood, the Demon King’s granddaughter.

"Isn’t a Holy Dragon supposed to be a sacred dragon? A dragon like that wouldn’t be a half-blood or anything, right?"

"I can say as much as you like about myself. But I can’t say any more than this. If you’re confused, ask her directly, or ask the ones like me. Let’s see: the Dragon Lord, the archangel, the Succubus Empress, and... counting myself, that makes twelve in all."

Just how much seed had the Demon King been spreading around?

***

After seeing the divine tree off, I summoned the Demon King’s two daughters.

"Flauros is our half sister? And on top of that she’s a daughter born of the divine tree?"

"Wow...."

Shaitan and Lucifer were both stunned. For Lucifer especially, who had been subjected to tentacle training and seeding by Flauros, the mental shock was beyond words.

"I only just found out myself, so what can you do?"

"Master, there’s no chance this turns out with you being the Demon King’s son too, is there?"

"...Oh, come on. All three confirmed so far, no, all eight, are ’daughters,’ aren’t they? It’s inductively proven. There’s no way the Demon King would have a son born as an orc."

And there’s no way the Demon King would have shipped a son off to some ass-brained lunatic like Forneus. So Shaitan’s ’half-brother theory’ is rejected.

"According to what the divine tree let slip, the archangel is another one the Demon King touched. Lucifer, do you have any memory of your mother?"

"No. None. It’s the same for Shaitan, but I and all the other half sisters were born already fully grown."

"Is that so. Then, Lucifer. Who in this world would qualify as an archangel?"

"The Goddess Church’s archangel, Gabriel?"

"Solomon almighty."

"By the same logic, I could be the daughter of the empress of incubi, Lilith. Though I’ve never met her in person."

"Goddess almighty."

With a daughter born of the World Tree working as a tentacle tree in our dungeon, what reason was there for these two, who had received seals as the Demon King’s daughters, not to be the daughters of the empress of incubi and the archangel?

"So I have the ranks of this world’s absolute strongest as my in-laws?"

"Ah, does that mean...!"

"You’re not at that stage yet, Lucifer. Lay about three highest grade magic stones and I’ll consider it."

"...You promise?"

"Ahem, Legion Commander. Shall we get to the main topic now?"

Shaitan was sulking. I sat down in a chair and spread my legs, making her kneel between them.

"Why do you think succubi have horns, Lucifer?"

"Because they’re proof of being a demon... maybe?"

"Wrong. They’re handles, so a man can force a blowjob on them."

I grabbed Shaitan’s horns the way I had with Lune and moved her head back and forth. If Lune felt like gripping motorcycle handlebars, Shaitan felt like gripping a ship’s wheel.

"If your horns get cut off, you can’t play like this. Same goes for an elf’s ears. Which is why I intend to fight Astaroth, who disrespected the symbols of a species, with everything I have. I’ll stand at the front myself. We’ll open a portal and attack."

"What? But last time you clearly said we’d fight an all-out war...."

"The Legion of Wrath will fight head-on, physically. But not the Legion of Pride."

I let go of Shaitan’s horns. She stepped aside a little, and Lucifer, reading the room, knelt down beside her on her own and stuck out her tongue.

Lick, lick.

The two half sisters devotedly worked their tongues along my cock. Each teased my cock with one hand while, as if by prior agreement, slipping the fingers of the other into each other’s pussy to get each other going.

"Hoo, that’s right. I’ll open a portal from the Legion of Pride to Astaroth’s dungeon. There’s an experiment I want to run, too."

Quick and decisive. I didn’t hold back the surge of release, and drenched both their faces with a full load.

"We’ll wage total war. No mercy, no quarter."

The two of them sucked every last drop from my urethra until it was clean. Then they looked at each other’s faces, and Lucifer started licking Shaitan’s face first.

"Elves and orcs. Every force except those two species will take part in the Seizure Battle."

***

[Meanwhile, at Lion Castle Regulus.]

"..."

It was quite late at night, but the marquis had several candles lit near his table and was absorbed in paperwork. The tabletop was covered with the personal records of all sorts of people, and the marquis was sorting through them one by one himself.

"Father, it’s late."

Electra came in carrying a lamp and set herb tea and cookies down on the marquis’s table. He was so deep in his work that he hadn’t even noticed her come in.

"Father?"

"Head butler, in your view, mobilizing these men this time... ah, sweetheart?"

"Yes. I knocked and came in a while ago, but you didn’t answer."

"...Sorry. At this late hour, no less."

The marquis snapped his fingers and the whole room brightened like midday. The mana lamp on the ceiling scattered mana, casting bright light all around.

"You’re still working on that?"

"Yes. I’m assembling a subjugation force out of men whose minds are strong enough not to be bewitched by their behavior."

The marquis was going through not only the house’s knight order but every member of the guard, one by one, to build the force. The number had already comfortably passed two hundred, and every one of them was a highly capable fighter.

"Oh my, is Sir Anthonius going too?"

"Yes. Anthonius will go as deputy commander."

"Deputy commander...? Then who’s going as supreme commander? Surely you’re not going yourself, Father?"

"Heh, ten years younger and I would have, but age is age. ...More to the point, sweetheart. Where is Andaihal?"

"..."

Electra smiled bitterly and avoided answering. That alone was answer enough. The marquis placed the small slip of paper with Andaihal’s name on it at the very top of the roster.

"I’m sorry to do this to you, but I intend to make Andaihal the overall commander of this subjugation."

"Oh my...?"

A strange gleam entered Electra’s somewhat weary eyes. The marquis, busy studying the roster, didn’t notice it.

"Andaihal needs experience mobilizing a large force. He won’t be giving the orders himself, but Anthonius will be right beside him to advise. I have no doubt this will serve as fertile ground for his growth."

"So he’ll be away for quite a while, then...?"

"That’s how it is. I’m sorry. For a while it’ll be just you and me at home."

"..."

Electra stood there quietly without a word. The marquis swallowed some herb tea and let the tension drain from his body.

"Sweetheart. I’m getting a bit sleepy. I’ll enjoy these when I wake in the small hours. Thank you for going to the trouble of baking them this late at night."

"Oh, it’s nothing! If it’s for you, Father...."

Electra hid her face behind the tray and looked away. Despite the herb tea, exhaustion was written all over the marquis, and he tried to stagger out of the office.

Thud!

"Father!"

"...Sorry. I’m a little worn out."

The marquis smiled bitterly and pushed himself up. Age being age, no matter how well trained the body, working through the night was a bit much.

"Father, let me help you to your room."

"You? No. I can call the head butler."

"He’s terribly busy at night these days. Let me help you."

"...I’ll lean on you for a moment, then."

Supported by Electra, the marquis rose to his feet. With a face full of worry, Electra draped his arm over her shoulder and wrapped her hand around his waist.

"..."

Very quietly, and in complete silence, the marquis and Electra walked down the corridor and left the office behind.

"...Crunch."

A man who had emerged from the office its master had left behind chewed on a cookie, staring endlessly after the two of them.

***

"Ah, this place is what’s called a hotel. A virtual space built through Shaitan’s dreams."

"...Why are you a human instead of an orc?"

"Because it’s a dream."

After receiving blowjobs from the two of them, I went to bed with them for a strategy meeting. Not bed for sex, but to draw up a blueprint for conquering Astaroth’s dungeon.

"More importantly, I ought to give you a name too."

I looked over Lucifer’s appearance in the dream, piece by piece. Like Shaitan, she was dressed in a secretary’s outfit, but her body line was intensely voluptuous, like a fashion model cosplaying as a secretary.

"You’ve got the blonde, blue-eyed model look, so let’s go with Luciel. For reference, this one here is Shaitan."

"Let’s both do our best as secretaries serving our master together, junior."

"...Is this what you two do in dreams?"

"We play around, we have sex, we make war plans. Time here can be used without shaving off your lifespan, unlike the training room."

"That’s shocking in a different way than the training room."

"What matters is how you make use of even a dream."

I stood in front of the whiteboard. With practiced hands, Shaitan pulled up a map of the Elven Forest on the display screen.

"Whoa, what is that?!"

"Ah, that’s what’s called an electronic device. Explaining it is a pain, so just be amazed and focus on the meeting."

I wrote the number 29 on Astaroth’s dungeon and drew several layers beneath it.

"Shaitan. The physical entrance will be on floor 1. Correct?"

"Correct. According to what Luna confirmed, the enemy dungeon’s entrance is cave-type."

"Luciel. A portal is created at the point farthest from the inner sanctum. Correct?"

"Yes."

"Then here’s my question. Are there cases where the physical entrance of a dungeon and the portal entrance coincide?"

""....""

Both fell silent.

"Up to now, most portals have been created inside the dungeon. When Gremory challenged me to a Seizure Battle, the portal formed on the back path. Even though the front gate was farther away."

"I see. You’re saying the physical entrance and the portal entrance won’t necessarily match."

"Exactly. Depending on the layout, with a dungeon like ours, the portal could open on basement floor 2."

"In that case, the portal entrance could end up being farther in terms of distance than the physical entrance."

"Just so. Which is why we go two-track. The orcs and elves go in through the cave, and all remaining forces attack through the portal."

If it goes well, we get a pincer from both directions; if it goes badly, the portal could open right next to the entrance.

"I’m a coward, so I’ll move our forces assuming the latter."

"Then will you be going in first, master?"

"Of course. In that sense, I want to sync our timing with the human forces. Three days after we open the portal, we step in just far enough to scout the enemy position and come right back on the fourth day."

"And on the fifth day, we launch a full assault together with the human forces."

"That’s the one."

A Seizure Battle already declared against them, and humans staging a demonstration outside their dungeon on top of it. Is there any situation more miserable than that?

"...And that’s in terms of ’forces.’ I’ll be leading a small group to infiltrate deep into enemy territory ahead of time. Just four of us, including me, is plenty."

"I can more or less picture it. The usual members, right? You, Lune, and Lime. You’re going to go tear up someone else’s dungeon and drive them up the wall again."

"Heh heh, can’t you call it laying out an escape route in advance to rescue the elves?"

"...? Isn’t one person missing?"

"That’s right. This time a new member will be joining."

I wrote the new member’s name on the whiteboard. Both of them jumped at the name written there.

"Total war, right from the start."

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