The day after the monsters were made to set up households.
I started the work of covering the well with a windmill and continuously pumping well water with a pulley.
At the same time, a problem arose.
Abandoned corpses remained.
The guys who had been turned into Yokai and secured as precious labor slaves—those who weren’t killed—were attacked.
Fortunately, the injuries were shallow. I ordered them to return to work once the pain subsided with healing and recovery magic.
Hubbub… Whispers, hushed voices.
To the man who was about to yell, “Don’t be ridiculous!” a parasitic monster, acting as a guard, turned its neck and silenced him.
However, he was still muttering complaints in a low voice.
I kicked his back and behind his knees.
“Hieee! Stop the violence! Work!? We’re going to work!”
Well then, shall I go see the other work sites?
In addition to the windmills.
Building defensive walls to prevent attacks from neighboring countries.
The stone materials are obtained by dismantling the barrier that was used to seal us in an abundance that there’s no end to.
If that’s not enough, I’ll have them dig the ground and process the stones.
“Huu, huu, faaaiiinally, huuun.”
I climbed to the top of the barrier, dismantled the stone materials with tools, and carried them in burlap sacks filled with 10 to 12 pieces by two people, using wooden poles.
If their steps aren’t synchronized, they’ll fall. The one walking in front. The burlap sack bumps into their legs, which is dangerous.
Those walking in parallel. They don’t fall, but they get in the way of other workers, and their transport speed is slow.
“Killll!”
The monsters who were tasked with monitoring these workers approached them and beat them as an example.
Even though the laborers wanted to take a defiant attitude.
I’m also sending women and children, and the elderly there to do light work.
Because they know that the hostages will be tortured and killed right in front of them, they sympathize with those being tortured now, but they won’t launch a surprise attack from their unprotected backs.
“Gah, goff, bugeh, y-gaah, aaah, bugweh.”
Those who were beaten endured the attack, just waiting for it to stop, while inwardly spitting grudges at the monsters.
The next site is the blacksmith’s workshop.
We’ll adjust some things to fit the monsters’ hands and bodies for arms and armor.
It takes time to create a furnace.
Once the furnace is complete, we’ll crush household items and unused objects to make new arms and armor.
While working the soil for the furnace’s foundation, the laborers, feeling relieved with this task, chewed and mixed dried grass and gravel.
The monsters supervising them looked bored.
Don’t start trouble just because you’re bored.
There are always a few people you want to pick on.
I won’t say who.
Next is the forest where hunting is done to enrich the lives of the laborers themselves.
Driving the prey with numbers. Setting traps and driving prey into them.
How will the first day go? Oh, squirrels, and are they butchering wild dog meat?
It was the right decision to assign this task to those who are good at it.
Keep securing your own food supply at that pace.
Make sure to pay close attention to the lookouts.
Next, I went to the section where the women were, who had become seedbeds.
These are the sex slaves—sex toilets—of the combat individuals, the nameless ones!
Women who were defiant, thrashed around saying they didn’t want to give birth, and ended up intentionally aborting their babies.
Alas. Even though I’m being kind to them.
What are they dissatisfied about? Even though I’m not killing them.
As for me, I could just kill them and turn them into female monsters.
I explained that.
“Kill.”
“Kill her.”
These are women who try to betray me, women who wish to die and find peace.
But when I try to kill them, they cry out and beg for their lives.
Sighs. For such women, as a punishment.
A place to vent their lust.
“~~! —!”
Muffled cries can be heard from inside.
I told them to call me immediately if they die.
I will restore their bodies minutes before death and force the soul that is about to depart to the cycle of reincarnation back into the body.
The reaction of the resurrected women is a huge hit with the combat individuals.
The current trend is to pour semen into their mouths and cause them to suffocate to death, leading to respiratory failure.
Suffocation involves putting it in their mouths and lifting both legs up and down to make them spit out the semen.
Massaging their chests makes resuscitation easy, even without me.
“Feee~ ♪”
I also joined in a little and felt refreshed.
It’s lunch. Time for lunch.
Let’s go get the spoils of the hunt!
Hubbub♪ Hubbub♪
The laborers, having half their spoils taken, quietly ate lunch with their heads down.
The monsters, unlike the laborers, were chattering happily over food other than magic.
In contrast, several of the laborers who could fight, seeing this dining scene and thinking it would continue from today, planned a rebellion in the middle of the night.
I, who was eavesdropping in my Astral Body, decided on an arrest in the act and ended the day with the execution of those guys in the middle of the night.
If this continues, all the laborers will be wiped out.
It can’t be helped. I’ll allow them to live together in small groups starting tomorrow.
Incidentally, not with their own families.
Men and women who have absolutely no connection to each other.
When I told the men to impregnate women while working,
“M-my wife… uuuu.”
They cried with gratitude.
I was going to gang-rape the wife the man desired right in front of him.
Hahaha, make sure to get the men pregnant, okay?
Women are our seedbeds, hahaha♪♪
“Uuuu.”
“…Yes.”
Both the women and men cried together.
They walked towards the house assigned to them, leaning on each other.
I told them to go to the worksite after being inseminated.
Now, doing that as needed.
While maintaining the number of laborers,
For several months, dissatisfaction was masked by sex.
The cry of the first child born to a pregnant woman was heard from inside the house.
The voices of those inside were subdued. I went to see and found it was a girl.
I took her. Straight to the seedbed!
Upon arrival, I rapidly grew her body with magic.
Even without knowledge, the pain of losing her virginity caused her to cry out, “Gyaaa, ugaa,” but I resolved it by blocking her voice with Space Magic
Then, I had a Kelpie, which I happened to secure, a suitable stud, inseminate her!
Kelpie.
An aquatic mythical beast, a demon that drowns beautiful women.
Its length is the same as a horse, from 2 meters to 180 centimeters.
Its weight is slightly heavier than a horse, from 450 to 650 kilograms.
Its features are that the upper body (from head to half of its belly) is a horse, and the lower body has fins as long as its front legs and a long tail fin.
It appears in human form (a handsome man, a pitiful old man) to women who are alone by the water’s edge, and the moment they unsuspectingly approach and embrace it, it plunges into the water.
To give a real-world example.
A groom for a racehorse, dissatisfied with his owner’s intentions,
As a form of protest, he summons the owner’s wife and daughter in the middle of the night.
And drags them to their deaths by drowning.
It feels like this is the origin of the aquatic mythical beast, the Kelpie.
A monster found it by chance in a large river in the country.
It took four people to capture it.
It is very enthusiastic about impregnating women.
When I took it to the seedbed area, it was overjoyed and produced many women with its horse-like dick.
Each time I healed them with recovery magic, it whinnied with joy at the expansion of their vaginas, “Heeehin♪” and impregnated them again.
“Heh, work hard again today♪”
“Heeehin♪ Buhiii♪”
“Yaaah, it huuuurts, I don’t wanna anymoreeee.”
The woman, born just a few hours ago, cries out with a beautiful voice.
The Kelpie sings a duet with that voice, just for me. My dick also swells.
The woman, brutally violated by me and the Kelpie within the
By late morning, she was only able to speak with a hoarse voice.
“Well, I’m off then~”
“Heeen, heen♪♪”
“… Ah…”
