I beat the female kobolds like a female dog.
I sent the children they bore to the Dungeon entrance.
The second round is with the female goblins.
I degraded them to sows, like “Boo” and “Whiii”.
I sent them to the Dungeon just like the female dogs.
“Hustle, hustle!”
The children they bore got in the way, but it was nothing!
The Hobgoblin I’m using as a vessel is perfect.
Not just its physique, but its performance, it’s a Golem body that I magically modified, disguised as a slime.
Even if a dozen or so one or two-year-olds gathered, it would be a futile resistance.
Ah!
I’m running out of time to worry about things like that. Time is running out.
By early morning.
The number of holes to fill is considerable.
Hmm. If only I had the magic and imagination to interfere with the world…
If I could manipulate time here, I would turn all the female holes into lewd fountains spewing cloudy white fluid with my semen.
“Ah, what a regret…”
“Bu-sama… ♥?”
*Fwip, fwip!!*
“—♥! ♥♥”
My hips stopped.
The female goblin (Gobrina) got careless, thinking I was out of ammo.
As if my semen would run out!
The vessel is specialized for semen production!
As long as my testicles are intact, I can keep producing semen forever.
“Did you forget? ♥”
“Whiii♥ Aaaagggh… ♥?”
(Bu-sama♥ Already… Mmm…♥?)
One more Sow joins me!
There are still plenty of female goblins.
But time is running short.
“You all! Are you trying to defy me?”
I shouted intimidatingly, commanding the remaining female goblins and goblins.
It would be troublesome if they resisted the teleportation magic, but…
There are quite a few sows, and females of other races too.
Even if the numbers decrease, I can just gather more through Dungeon exploration.
“Surrender yourselves to me. Otherwise, you lose your lives.”
I activated the teleportation magic.
If they resist, I don’t know where they’ll end up, or if parts of my body will be randomly scattered.
There’s no time to count.
I detached from the Hobgoblin’s body, known as Bu-sama.
My obedient brats will probably carry them to the first floor.
I possessed a small stone lying around.
Then I returned via teleportation.
And I need to send the rest of the races back into the Dungeon too.
I summoned the humanoid vessel that I’ve been refining for the past three years.
Detachment. Possession.
“Ahem.”
“Gekko!”
“Fushuu—”
“Awwoon♪”
Frogman.
Minotaur.
Dockman.
The Frogman is a bipedal frog.
Minotaur.
A bipedal bull.
Height: 2 meters to 1.8 meters.
Weight: 168 kg to 99 kg.
Features: Two horns on its head.
Ruddy skin.
A long, slender tail with a bushy tip at the rear.
A strong character that appears in the mid-game of the Game.
The executioner of the Labyrinth.
With its non-human strength, if it’s armed, don’t get close.
How many of my vessels were destroyed trying to defeat them…
I thought my vessel could win.
But the result was a crushing defeat.
Using magic, surprise attacks, and all sorts of wicked traps, I finally won.
After winning, I incorporated the limbs of a Male Minotaur.
My vessel could now fight hand-to-hand with a Minotaur.
It recorded consecutive victories using magic.
“Fond memories of bloody battles.”
Dockman.
As the name suggests, a dog person.
Height: 130 cm to 90 cm.
Weight: 50 kg to 34 kg.
Features: Adorable, pure eyes.
Curious.
Basically quadrupedal.
Uses its hands when performing tasks.
These guys were easy to train.
What is this, what is this?
I was forcing female kobolds to explore the Dungeon…
More accurately, they were drawn by my beautiful voice as I punished disobedient female dogs.
“If I taught them that mating is enjoyable…”
The Dockmen started an orgy party right beside us.
Thicker, longer, and with more ejaculation than the Male Dockmen’s phalluses!
The female Dockmen gradually approached me.
“Waiting for the Male Dockmen~♪”
I stole their mating partners!
Poor Male Dockmen, unable to enter the female holes.
Punishing them felt like I was seeing my own future mistakes.
So I made them the ones who punish males and females of other rebellious races.
That was a great success!
“Good memories of a fortunate discovery.”
Well now, let me quickly pull my emotional support with gravity magic~.
I’ll tell them not to resist.
And then quickly teleport them to the Dungeon entrance.
Once I’ve sent them off, I’ll sneak back into the tent where my body sleeps.
During night battles, magic detection is spread throughout the camp.
While I think I can deceive it with enemy scouting magic on the way there,
On the way back, they’ll be on edge.
There’s a risk of overreacting to even a small amount of magic power.
Detachment. Possession.
“I’ve returned safely.”
First, I’ll go to the watch.
Saying I’m thirsty.
What’s the situation? Was there anything unusual?
I asked.
“Under Lord Gins’ command, our army is advancing. There are no abnormalities. Please, rest a while longer.”
That’s what they say.
But the sky will brighten in about two or three more hours.
Sleeping in again will make me late.
“No, I’ll get dressed.”
“Shall I help you? It must be difficult to put on armor by yourself.”
It’s true that it’s easy to take off.
But putting on armor and equipping it is surprisingly difficult.
Why is that?
“Armor equipped. I’ll go outside now.”
“Okay, thanks.”
He’s a good guard.
It’s great that he’s loyal to his duty.
If possible, using him as a standard.
Perhaps I’ll instill that same loyalty in the monsters too!
