Lewd Dungeon Master: This Orc Is Too Damn OP!-Chapter 215: Fabric of Desire

Eat, Ras, sleep. Eat, Ras, sleep.

About a week passed with that routine on repeat.

Our legion’s power was growing day by day. There weren’t any huge changes, but the overall quality and quantity of our forces had improved, and we’d gotten strong enough that I felt confident we could fight a full-scale war against a barony.

"So for now, we’re leaving the barony alone."

My subordinates looked a bit confused at my announcement. Eila, who’d been training the army for a full-scale assault, seemed especially disappointed. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"Weren’t you planning to invade the barony and have your way with the baroness? As far as I know, Baroness Virgo is still a virgin."

"I’m not some crazy bastard who goes nuts at the sight of every virgin. I’m not gonna waste my energy trying to sample every virgin in this world."

My answer made the other subordinates’ eyes widen. Sure, if there were virgins among the prisoners we captured or subordinates we recruited, I could take them anytime, but I couldn’t afford to lose bigger gains just chasing fish outside my pond.

"The barony needs to stay just the way it is. Meri, how’s Project Avalon coming along?"

"Yes. We’re finally opening for business tomorrow. Gray’s been helping out pretty actively."

Knight Gray Cancer.

My son-in-law, Harpuia’s husband, and Andras’s personal dildo—he was a spy for our Ras forces who’d infiltrated the human world. And that spy had done an excellent job laying the groundwork for expanding the legion’s influence.

"Gremory, how are the fairies doing with their prep?"

"I got them all dolled up to deliver shock and awe, just like you said. They’ve all been fully ’developed’ for that side of things, so there won’t be any problems. Any who resist... well, they’ll get eaten alive from the inside and die. Hehe."

Gremory laughed low with sinister eyes. The fairies had become part of our legion through Ras, but there was a high chance they might betray us due to past connections or some other reason.

So we had to take a certain measure, and as the means for that, Gremory proposed directly implanting Scar Theology—which she’d birthed from her own belly—into the fairies’ leader.

"It’s about creating the male fantasy, right? Fairies don’t poop! Something like that? Hehe."

"They still piss though."

"There’ll be crazy bastards who think that’s a reward, won’t there? And aren’t those kinds of guys exactly the talent the Ras forces need?"

"...It’s even scarier because it’s probably true."

Like Fast Jack had been, if they were open to that kind of thing, they might not have much resistance to fooling around with monsters either. And if those types got lured in by the fairies and sucked into Avalon, their vitality would naturally get drained by the succubi.

"Meri, give the fairies a heads-up. Even if it happens, absolutely no anal play. If Scar Theology gets discovered, it’s game over."

"It’s positioned so deep that even you couldn’t reach it, Dad, so don’t worry. And wouldn’t banning it outright go against the Free Ras Principle?"

"...Then tell them to manage it carefully."

The fairies would handle customer service and guide them, but there were bound to be nasty troublemakers who’d want to have their way with the fairies right then and there.

’Wonder if those human bastards can even satisfy the fairies though.’

These were Ras pros who’d already experienced multi-on-one action with sturdy orcs as the baseline. They might not match the succubi’s technique, but their vigor and spirit were on par with the succubi.

"So today, Meri and the fairies will enter Spica Castle. To avoid suspicion, use the slime dragons to dig through the ground and start from a location about a day’s distance away. Lime will personally lead the slime dragons back."

"Lime’s asking whether to make the path to Ras Vegas or Ras Village?"

"Ras Vegas for now."

Until a portal was created, they’d have to travel through deep underground tunnels.

"Alright then, I’m counting on you. Go show those humans what shock and awe really means."

"Of course."

Meri stood up and showed off what she was wearing. The suit the union boss had painstakingly dressed Meri in featured a white shirt that emphasized her chest and impressive frills. Meri’s vest started buttoning only below her chest—an outfit that blatantly showed off her bust.

"I’ll show them an overwhelming difference."

***

Meri left with the fairies using the underground passage. Lime personally led the slime dragons to dig the path so Meri could pass through safely without arousing suspicion.

"Is that what they call a mother’s heart?"

"...Was Meri a slimefolk?"

Shaitan frowned as she stared intently at Meri, who looked completely human no matter how you looked at her. I figured it was understandable to be confused, so I corrected myself.

"No. Lime ate the ones who had that relationship when she became humanoid."

Strictly speaking, since she’d eaten both mother and daughter, Lime was both a mother and sister to Meri, relationship-wise. The similar facial features and overwhelming bust proved it.

"A slime who used to be just a slime ate the daughter and became a slimefolk, and when she ate the mom to solidify her female form, she ended up like that. Hehe."

"What about Meri then?"

"Meri’s what came out when that mom got knocked up."

"..."

Shaitan looked at me with a stiff expression and opened her mouth. I gulped, wondering if I’d screwed up again somehow.

"As expected of Master. Master must have pursued efficiency to the extreme and that’s how it happened. I understand."

"Y-yeah, that’s right."

"But Master, I’m curious about something. Was Lime just a slime summoned from the Demon King’s Army?"

"...No? She was originally living here?"

"...."

Shaitan’s expression froze. She even broke out in a sweat, licking her lips like she was worried about something.

"What’s wrong all of a sudden? Now you’re making me nervous."

"...N-no. I just suddenly remembered something I heard before."

"Tell me what it is. Now you’ve got me worried too."

"...When Lord Baal abandoned his dungeon and fled in the past, he lost what you could call a direct descendant—a granddaughter."

"So you’re saying Lime is Baal’s descendant? Come on, that’s ridiculous."

I told her about when I seized the slime dungeon. Lime was just a 1-star slime who’d submitted to me, and I’d recruited her as my first subordinate simply because she had a high rank. And while there were plenty of other slimes, I’d killed them all.

"There was a slime dragon in the dungeon’s center, and the magic stone I pulled out after beating it down became the summoning facility’s magic stone. Shaitan."

I stomped my foot on the ground.

"There were a thousand slime dragons on basement level 1. If there were more levels above and below, the number of slimes in this dungeon would be beyond imagination. And you’re saying Lime beat the one-in-a-thousand odds and is Baal’s granddaughter? Come on, that’s ridiculous."

"...Right? It’s just my unnecessary worry, isn’t it?"

"Hehe, you know why you’re worrying unnecessarily?"

I pulled Shaitan’s waist close and stroked her seal with my hand. Shaitan immediately disarmed as I caressed her belly where the Seal of Wrath was engraved, and she leaned against me gently while purring.

"You thought noble bloodline was your exclusive thing, but if Lime has it too, it feels like it’s being taken away, so you’re jealous, aren’t you?"

"You’re overthinking it."

Shaitan grumbled and poked my belly with her finger. I traced the seal—a more sensitive erogenous zone than her chest or below—with my hand and kissed her horn.

"Let’s say that’s it."

"I said it’s not."

"Yeah, yeah. Got it."

"...Master, I’m going to get revenge in a dream soon."

Shaitan fiddled with the front of my pants, then looked up with a lick of her lips.

"...But Master, is there any play you’d like?"

Shaitan really was an angel. Oh wait, would that be an insult? I glanced over Shaitan’s suited appearance, then whispered quietly to her.

"Wedding dress honeymoon pounding."

"...."

Shaitan said nothing, but her tail stood straight up. She’d probably appear in a dream soon, and I’d be on a honeymoon with Shaitan.

’Truly a dream-like situation.’

The materialization of sexual fantasies hidden inside humans.

That was the reality of Project Avalon.

***

[A little later, Spica Castle.]

"Is this person truly trustworthy? Is there no doubt about their identity?"

"Of course. So please calm down, Baroness."

Gray found the anxious baroness both cute and pathetic. The barony’s biggest problem was definitely the manpower shortage, but the baroness was still fretting about money problems. In that sense, someone wanting to purchase a building in Spica Castle—where people were leaving—with a huge premium at that, was someone the baroness needed to rush out to meet in her socks.

"Did you look into their background?"

"There wasn’t time for that. ...I suspect it’s a newly created merchant company secretly made by the capital."

Gray made up a story that would satisfy the baroness. For parts the Ras forces couldn’t realistically prepare, Gray used his smooth talking to gently manipulate the baroness so she’d overlook them.

"Perhaps it’s an illegitimate child of some prestigious noble family. ...No matter how bad things are right now, isn’t this place better for survival than the front lines?"

"Like you?"

"Like me."

The baroness nodded heavily. Fortunately, the baroness trusted Gray’s judgment.

Surely whoever’s newly coming to Spica Castle is trying to settle here to survive.

There was an unspoken understanding among those specialized in survival. No matter how much the barony was in turmoil from repeated defeats, most people still couldn’t leave the territory, except for a hasty few. And especially the refugees from Zabiyaba were still desperately trying to get into Spica Castle’s inner walls by bribing guards or selling their bodies.

Murmur murmur.

The sound of people buzzing came from outside the castle gate. The baroness took a deep breath and ordered the guards to open the inner gate.

"Open the gate--!"

With the guard captain’s booming command, the gate inside Spica Castle opened wide. The baroness was anxious that radicals might rush out when the merchant company members entered.

"What the."

But that didn’t happen. It couldn’t happen. Everyone in Spica Castle, regardless of age or gender, couldn’t help but be shocked when they saw the woman entering through the gate and the women behind her.

"Th-that, that...!"

The old knight standing behind the baroness blushed and showed discomfort. He was grumbling, but his body honestly bent slightly at the waist. Only Gray calmly greeted the pink-haired woman at the front.

"A pleasure to meet you, Lady Meri."

"It’s been a while, Sir Gray. This person is...?"

"I am sufficiently known as the baroness. I am Baroness Virgo."

The baroness extended her hand to Meri. With overwhelming chest armor bigger than a person’s head and refined-looking clothes showing it off, the baroness felt self-conscious about her own plain outfit. Especially those black clothes below Meri’s short skirt that revealed the shape of her legs—she should look away but couldn’t.

"U-um...."

"It’s an honor to meet you, Baroness. I’m Meri, the person in charge of the [Avalon] merchant company. My surname...is difficult to share. Hoho."

Meri smiled faintly and pointed to the women following behind. They all carried thick, large backpacks like adventurers, but their outfits were quite different.

"Wh-what are those...?"

"These are our company’s main products for sale."

"...Them?"

The baroness frowned as she looked at the women with rabbit-like headbands. While she was relieved they were all women, their outfits were so indecent it would have been more modest if they wore just underwear.

"What are these? You’re not actually selling flowers or anything like that, right?"

"...Hoho, they sell dreams. Our business isn’t that vulgar."

Meri gestured to a nearby employee—a bunny girl—to pull out an item.

"This is a gift."

"...."

Inside the black paper box packaging was a thin piece of fabric. The baroness held the palm-sized item and had to think for quite a while.

"...What is this?"

"Hoho."

Meri lightly tugged on the area below her thigh with her hand. What looked like thin black fabric stretched out, then snapped elastically back to its original form when Meri let go.

"These are called stockings."

It was the beginning of the [Stocking Shock] that would cause an explosive trend across the entire continent.