Lewd Dungeon Master: This Orc Is Too Damn OP!

What is Ras?

To the Andras, it’s nothing more than another way of saying sex.

Spelled out it ends up sounding the same as "Wrath," but that doesn’t really mean anything. I just forced the two together myself.

The meaning that circulates in our Legion is, narrowly, sexual intercourse between a human and a monster, and broadly, the act of a man and a woman coupling across species lines.

There are only two preconditions.

Is the relationship carried out in the name of love?

Are you confident enough to have sex proudly in front of everyone else?

The whole puzzle started with smashing the old taboo.

Why is it that an orc must not do it with a human?

Why is it that a demon must not do it with a human?

Demons are perfectly generous toward demi-humans like elves and dwarves, so why did they loathe the idea of coupling with humans and look at it like it was garbage?

Because humans are the enemy of demons?

Because humans are nothing but livestock for demons to rule over?

I couldn’t understand a taboo like that.

At first, being someone reincarnated into another world, being someone reincarnated as an orc, I tried to follow this world’s rules as best I could.

So I had to obey Forneus’s unreasonable orders for no better reason than that she owned the place where I was born, and I told myself it was simply the fate that came with being born anew, and I lived as an orc while killing off pieces of myself.

But that was wrong.

What exactly is the problem with an orc doing it with a human?

Tentacle monsters kidnap women adventurers and spawn inside them, and they get praised and rewarded for a job well done. Incubi slip into women adventurers’ dreams, rape them, and drain their vitality, and they get applauded for it. So what exactly is the problem with an orc having sex with a human?

I refuse to accept it.

Why is the human the only one that’s off limits?

Even the Demon King swings his hips with every species under the sun and brings 720 demons into the world every single day, so why are humans treated as some separate category?

The genetics may differ, but every species has a dick and a pussy. An orc can plow a human, and a human can plow an elf.

And if a hung male like a minotaur would have physical trouble getting into a human woman the height of a dwarf, well, there’s always sex magic to reinforce her insides so it goes in without any trouble.

A bad law is still a law.

In that case, I’ll smash the bad law that already exists and write a new one.

A world where every species becomes one through sex.

Right now we’re a patchwork of all sorts of species, but someday, far down the line, our descendants will be able to love each other without a shred of prejudice.

Trace an Andras man’s bloodline back far enough and you might find me and Lune and Eila at the root of it.

Trace a Slabdoll woman’s bloodline back far enough and you might find me and Lime and Gremory and Levis at the root of it.

A child of mine and Lune’s might one day join with a child of mine and Eila’s, and while they’d share genetic traits, there would clearly be a difference between them as species.

And if that’s the case, then no matter how different their species, as long as they love each other they’ll be able to have as many children as they want.

For everyone who loves someone but can’t have sex with them because of the other person’s species, because of the child that would be born, or because of what the neighbors would say, I am going to build a new ideal world: Rastopia.

Every obstacle standing in the way of building that world is what I direct my wrath at.

Someday, if the child of the child of my child, an orc, falls in love with a human and the two of them have sex, then at the very least, here in Rastopia, nobody will insult them as a human-fucker or a monster-fucker.

Respect other people’s tastes.

That said, there will still be a few taboos.

Some people will call me two-faced. There will be those who demand to know how the man who swore to smash the taboo against human-fuckers can turn around and invent new taboos of his own.

Then go do it somewhere other than Rastopia. That’s what I’ll shout right back at them, and I’ll say it with my chin up.

Rastopia is the kingdom I’m going to build.

Under its new order and its new laws it will be a society somewhat freer from the old repressions surrounding sex, but a society is still a society, so it will need laws and rules and order.

And I’m the one who sets those rules. The discipline and the laws I lay down are the laws of our Legion, and they’ll become the constitution that Rastopia is built on.

Every living thing has the freedom to have sex with any other, regardless of species.

If anyone refuses to obey the Legion’s law, I’ll put them down without mercy, by force. And standing over them, I’ll proudly announce the new name I’ve chosen for myself.

Those who dare resist. Those who block our path. Those who try to force their own rules and customs on us.

And thus, those who keep us from having free sex and make us wrathful. Every last one of them will be snorting demon fluid through their noses.

Ras is having as much sex as you want with anyone you want, beyond every notion of what’s proper.

Wrath is overcoming every obstacle and hardship that stands in the way of that.

And once more: Ras is sex full of love.

And so I will become a true dictator of love.

That must be why Solomon, who saw my true nature, sent me the Seal of Wrath.

***

"Master, so basically you’re saying you want to have sex and you want to smash anything that gets in the way of that?"

"That’s not it, Lime! Don’t use that clever new 4-star intellect of yours to beat your master over the head with facts!"

"Um... it’s not just because your dick is angry every single day?"

"Lune, if that were the reason, we may as well call ourselves the Legion of Gluttony instead of the Legion of Wrath. I want to eat up anyone who walks past, so, Legion of Gluttony. How’s that?"

"Isn’t that exactly right, though?"

"Ugh... no, it’s different. This is a matter of principle. I’m talking about righteous wrath directed at everyone who oppresses us with a social system called taboo. My dick is always angry, yes, but that is not why we’re the Legion of Wrath!"

"Hmm... that’s strange. Dad, I’m going to ask you something straight out. And you have to answer me honestly."

Meri planted her Holy Sword against the floor and met my eyes.

"When you first saw that woman Estu, what did you think?"

"I thought I wanted to bang her."

"Then why didn’t you?"

"Because she’s stronger than me."

"So you’re just a small man who can’t even get mad at someone stronger than himself?"

For a moment, I had nothing to say. I wanted to argue that it wasn’t true, but there was one particular existence connected to Meri right there in front of me, so I couldn’t readily come up with a different example to fight back with.

[Notice: This target cannot be sown!!!!!!]

[Target: Meri]

The system was shouting no at me. Since I still had to make use of the system’s power, I had no choice but to swallow the fury boiling up inside me.

Even if I’d poured all my wrath onto everyone stronger than me up to now, Forneus, Luna, Halphas, Levis and the rest, from Meri’s point of view, the fact that Solomon was the one man I kept swallowing my anger over might make her resent me.

"...No, that’s not it. When you put it like that, it makes me sound like a genuine loser, doesn’t it? Meri, I’m weak right now, but when the day comes that I’m strong, they’ll become my prey too. Why else do you think I’m trying to surpass the Demon King?"

"Ahem, ahem. I see. All right. Getting mad at everything everywhere is just an anger problem, so I’ll give you that one. But when you do get strong someday, you have to get mad at them, okay?"

"Of course. I’ll be counting the days. Anyway, we’ve rested long enough. Back to work."

I lifted my weapon. Up to now it had been simple sniping. From here on it was phase two of the operation proper, the part where we rescue the dark elves being held hostage.

"Heh heh, these bastards are in for one hell of a headache."

Meri released the Virginium Shield set up in front of the portal. And then we moved to a new location.

***

"The pussy’s open, I mean, the shield’s been released!!"

Orias, Caim, and Focalor spilled out into the corridor at the same time. The petal-shaped shield in front of the portal was gone, and there in plain view sat the portal the enemy had presumably invaded through.

"You’ve got to be kidding me!"

Orias was staggered by the narrow passages running off to the left and right. The enemy had eaten through the dungeon like earthworms, carving out brand new tunnels.

"Caim, I’ll check the right! You take the left!"

At Focalor’s shout, the two incubi scattered in opposite directions. Left alone, Orias clenched his shaking fists and scanned his surroundings.

"You son of a bitch...!"

Orias was already blind with rage over his little brother’s murder. That didn’t mean the enemy’s traces were invisible to him, though.

"Orders to every incubus in every sector! Take your blades and stab the outer walls of your zone!"

The incubi who had come out into the corridor found Orias’s instructions more than a little baffling.

"You idiots! There are tunnels the enemy dug on the other side of those walls! I’ll take responsibility, so hurry up and stab them and find out!"

At Orias’s roar, the incubi in each sector hurriedly did as they were told and drove their blades into the walls. Not only did the blades sink deep, but after enough repeated stabbing, the walls in some sectors began to crumble outright.

"Sneaky little rats...!"

He’d figured out how the enemy had killed his soldiers, and where. With Caim and Focalor running the length of those tunnels, the enemy’s position would be exposed soon enough.

’If my brother were here, he’d be telling me the enemy dropped that shield on purpose.’

Having spent so long listening to his brother’s unsolicited backseat advice, Orias had gotten reasonably sharp himself. He immediately inspected the area around the genital shield, then swept his eyes over the rest of the corridor.

The timer ran out and it released on its own? Something about that explanation didn’t sit right. Orias hurriedly scanned left and right.

"Why the hell is that bitch still not coming out...!"

Orias clicked his tongue as he looked over at the succubus sector, which hadn’t so much as stirred despite all the commotion outside. They were both executives serving under Astaroth, and yet she acted like she was above everyone because she used to own a top-thirty dungeon.

"Hey! Asmodeus! Get out here!"

Bang, bang, bang.

Orias hammered roughly on the entrance to the succubus sector. Nobody responded.

’Did something happen in there?’

Orias pounded harder on the tightly shut door. Of the four other sectors, if something had gone wrong in the one Asmodeus was in charge of, there was no situation more serious than that.

"Damn it all...! Open the door right n-"

Drip.

Red blood ran from Orias’s nose. He thought it was a nosebleed from overwork, but a moment later the strength left him and he slumped against the wall.

"D-damn it..."

In his blurring vision, Orias saw the pink, petal-shaped outline directly beneath his own feet, and then he lost consciousness.

"B-below..."

Just before he died he left a sign with his hand indicating that the enemy was below, but nobody could bring themselves to touch his corpse, run clean through from the crotch to the crown of his skull by divine power.

Instead.

"Caim! I found the enemy’s barrier! It’s the floor right in front of the sealed door!!"

Focalor confirmed that this time the enemy had punched a hole in the floor and set the petal-shaped shield at its mouth, and together with Caim he hurled Orias’s corpse onto the barrier.

"Whoa, it vaporizes nice and clean!"

"See you again in a bit. Sorry about this!"

Vwooong.

A quarter of the magic circle on the sealed door began to glow.

***

[Meanwhile, at the Demon Castle.]

"How amusing. Using the Holy Sword’s Hero as a dungeon subordinate. Isn’t that a bit of an error from the Demon King’s Army’s standpoint?"

"Who cares. ’Holy Sword’ is a name humans slapped on it and used however they pleased in the first place. However he got hold of it, what matters is how he uses it."

"But at this rate he’s going to go around beating down everyone above him."

"If he leans on nothing but the Holy Sword forever, he’ll hit a wall. You talk like you’re asking me for a balance patch. Aren’t you the one who’s fond of him, not me?"

Estu shrugged at Solomon’s remark. The two of them went back to watching the battle between legions on the screen, from a variety of angles.

"Wrath and Pride against Lust. Do you think the Demon King ever imagined it flowing this way?"

"Meaning?"

"Come on. Right now this is basically the finals to decide the second-biggest pervert in the entire demon realm, isn’t it?"

"Oh ho. And number one?"

"Who else but our magnificent Demon King? The Fairy King is watching very closely too, you know. He’s been sharpening his knives, saying that if he’d known his daughter would turn out like this he never would have sent her."

"...And this from the one who tried to reverse-rape him, begging to be given a child. Tch."

"Yep, and now he’s furious, so he says he’ll make him give him one more."

"Him? Don’t make me laugh."

Solomon smirked and stretched out on the sofa.

"I’m taking a nap. Wake me when the real fighting starts."

"Oh my. You don’t want to watch Wrath swallow Lust?"

"Are you already certain who wins? A fight between demons is never a sure thing. And if Wrath does win..."

Solomon went so far as to pull a blanket over himself. His pillow, naturally, was Estu’s thighs.

"...then Lust, which should have gone to him in the first place, will simply be finding its way home to its rightful owner."

"Oh my. Does that mean you’d marked him for Lust?"

"No."

Solomon closed his eyes.

"If I’d known that bastard was that much of a goddamn pervert, I’d have saved Lust for him."

"He’s been busy attaching all sorts of logic to it and bragging about how he’s Wrath, though."

"...I never had any such intention."

Solomon yawned and sank into sleep.

"I handed the other seals out to the others first and Wrath was the only one left over, that’s all. And you’re the one who said we should send Shaitan last."

Solomon fell quietly asleep on Estu’s thighs. Estu stroked his hair and smiled sweetly.

"That’s right. I’m the one who sent him Shaitan, and the Seal of Wrath."

"Titania, he’s asleep."

"Thanks for the meal."

"You little fu-"

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