"Ah, fuck. Got blood on it."

I brushed off the goblin blood on the front of my robe. That ended up exposing my belly, but I had to wipe off this sticky, unpleasant blood first. Even though it was the goblin's, I felt bad like I was the one bleeding.

"I'm sorry, Master."

Lune fidgeted and bowed her head to me. Though there was nothing to be sorry about, Lune seemed to think my anger was irritation from her mistake. I wiped my bloody hands on my robe, then grabbed Lune's shoulder and pointed around.

"No, Lune. Nothing to be sorry about. The bad ones are Gremory's dungeon underlings who pulled this trick from the start. If soldiers hadn't been waiting in formation right when we entered, this wouldn't have happened."

I spread my hand and pointed around. Around us lay scattered corpses of goblins and camel monsters. Just counting with my eyes, there were easily over 20, and all those corpses had wind holes riddled throughout.

Barrage.

I ordered Lune to fire arrows in a barrage toward the front as soon as we crossed the portal. Lune shot arrows as I instructed the moment we crossed the portal, and the rain of arrows scattered in all directions pierced through goblins and camel monsters.

Except for the goblin I trampled to death, the one that tried to ambush Lune right below the dimensional gate.

"Good to know. They waited to attack as soon as we came in to kill us. Hmm, she's a smart bitch."

"If I'd noticed...."

"I told you to only look forward, so it can't be helped. Nothing to be sorry about. I can just go wash the robe. Like last time."

I lightly squeezed the robe with my hand. Maybe because Andras's blood hadn't fully washed out yet, the robe still had a dark red bloodstain. There wasn't really a good way to hand wash it, so I figured it wouldn't be a big problem to just leave it.

"More importantly Lune, try reaching your hand over here."

I pointed at the portal where we came from and reached out my hand. Lune also reached out her hand.

Wooong.

Though it was definitely where we came from, our hands touched the cave wall beyond the portal. And a small message appeared before me.

[Notice: Currently an impassable portal!]

[Direction: Grimfang Shek's Dungeon -> Gremory's Dungeon]

[Direction Change: In 23 hours 53 minutes.]

"That's weird."

"What is?"

"We can't cross over, right? But Gremory came over herself and went back."

"...That's true?"

Lune's eyes widened in surprise.

"How did she go back? Maybe the system favors only Gremory?"

"Who knows."

If it was a one-way passage supported by the system, Gremory shouldn't have been able to return. Flustered by the first demon invasion attacking my dungeon, I couldn't properly figure out the reason. Thinking Gremory easily went back, I figured there'd be some way back on this side too and came over, but the retreat was blocked.

Until about 24 hours passed, we were trapped in Gremory's dungeon.

"So what should we do now?"

"If I'd known this situation, I would've made various strategies. Endure for a day then launch a full offensive when it becomes a two-way portal, or have Gremory exhaust herself and close the portal directly. But it doesn't matter. From the start, we came in with only one goal."

I stood behind Lune. Heavy footsteps echoed from the opposite end of the passage.

"We capture Gremory."

Dungeon conquest by an elite force. That was the primary objective, and for now, the immediate task was hunting the enemies approaching again. I instructed Lune to survey beyond the passage.

"Lune. Is this side also one-way right now?"

"Yes. Beyond there seems to be multiple branching paths. ...But if enemies push in this way, we'll have to keep fighting, right?"

Like Andras's dungeon, the place where the portal was installed in Gremory's dungeon was also a dead-end passage. And sure enough, after killing all the sentries near the portal, the second wave came rushing in.

Clank, clank.

Bat-shaped gargoyles approached us with heavy footsteps. Most resembled the 2-star ones I summoned before, and a very small minority had different colors. They looked exactly like bronze.

"Yeah. We fight and win."

I had absolutely no thought of easily winning against another dungeon master. With Andras I felt something uneasy so I decided on a quick battle, but now killing them all was important.

'They could attack our dungeon through a detour 24 hours later.'

Let's eliminate the seeds of anxiety by killing them all. First, we had to kill all enemies near the dimensional gate.

"Hey! Gremory!"

Is she listening? She must be listening. I didn't know how long the passage was, but Gremory definitely noticed our invasion and was carefully watching the battle situation. So I had to provoke Gremory to lose her reason and appear directly.

"Whew."

I took a deep breath. To yell loudly enough to blow away the dungeon. So the sound would echo and reach wherever she was hiding, I tightened my stomach and unleashed a lion's roar.

"Your tits are smaller than mine!!"

Smaller smaller smaller---

An echo rang through the cave passage. The gargoyle group's advance briefly stopped, and I gripped my iron sword and charged forward.

Flash!

Red light flashed in the gargoyles' eyes. I swung my sword down toward the head of the leading gargoyle.

"Aren't you embarrassed in front of your subordinates!"

Clang--!!

The stone and scrap iron blade collided, making a dull sound. The iron sword trembled like an earthquake occurred and the blade chipped from the first strike, but I never thought I could cut the gargoyle in the first place.

Whack--!!

I raised the sword again and smashed down on the gargoyle's head. The blade became bluntly dull, but rather I struck down again with the chipped iron sword like it was a saw.

Thud, whack!

My hands stung just slightly but this much was no problem. Rather, when Lune squeezed with her anal, it hurt more, and smashing gargoyles was too easy.

"Hey! Gremory!!"

I yelled toward Gremory again.

"Don't wear a V-neck dress when you got small tits!!! It's ugly!!!!"

...Actually it wasn't. Gremory who negotiated with me definitely overflowed with volume, enough to cast shadows on her stomach. Gremory was definitely a voluptuous woman.

'But getting insulted by someone worse than yourself naturally feels bad.'

But as demon bitches typically do, they get enraged when their points of pride are insulted. I provoked her saying they were small even though I knew Gremory's breasts were the perfect size to fondle.

"Why wear a bra!!"

Grrrraaah!!

Behind the gargoyle statues, excited camel monsters came running with saliva flying from their mouths. As expected, Gremory was definitely listening.

"Lune! Hurry and prepare that! I'll buy time!"

"...Master."

A sharp voice came from behind.

"I'm smaller than you too, Master."

"...You'll grow from now on, so it's fine!!"

My localized provocation seemed to inflict damage even on allies. Lune weakly spread her wing dress, and I raised dust so the gargoyles couldn't see Lune while smashing heads.

"Your tits must taste worse than Andras's!!"

***

Bang!

Gremory threw her spellbook on the floor and burst with rage. Then she ripped her dress left and right at the chest. Her lusciously ripe breasts bounced greatly.

"What's that pig bastard saying? These breasts are small? And smaller than his? Is he really fucking crazy?!"

Gremory was confident in her chest. When they first met, that pig's gaze staring at her 'avatar' was blatantly fixed on her cleavage.

To enjoy the view then talk like that. It was definitely an act to provoke Gremory. Only fools would fall for such simple provocation.

"All forces move as instructed! Kill that pig bastard!"

So Gremory just decided to become the fool who falls for cheap provocation.

The opponent didn't look smart enough to bring a scroll to return to his base, and didn't seem to know the elegant method of utilizing avatars like Gremory herself. So he'd happily rush in as soon as offense and defense switched.

'Such foolish acts only rank 70s do!'

Such an idiot provoked her about her proud breasts being small. If she let this provocation pass lightly, she couldn't save face with her dungeon subordinates. Gremory issued commands to all monsters through the system's support per the Demon King's grace.

"Gargoyles buy time! Goblins set traps! Jokamels stomp the pig caught in traps to death, got it!!"

Grrraah!!

The monsters all roared in unison and began moving according to Gremory's orders. Seething, Gremory moved beside a four-humped, quadrupedal camel monster named Jokamel Filters to cool her anger.

"Whew, gotta calm down. Mm, yeah. You think so too?"

Whiffle.

Jokamel Filters stuck out his tongue and neighed like an actual horse. Gremory lightly kissed below the licking tongue and climbed on his back.

"Just wait till the battle ends. I'll let you taste high elf. Hoho."

Jokamel Filters stomped his feet like cheering. Below the camel, something dark red and long was radiating heat. Gremory mounted between Jokamel Filters's humps and slowly rubbed her lower body back and forth while surveying the battle.

"...He fights a bit?"

Just now, the chipped iron sword struck down toward the last gargoyle's head. The gargoyles used to buy time all died and the connection cut off, and Gremory waited with a more relaxed face for the orc to move quickly.

"But the real game starts now. Hehehe, which way will he come?"

First. The path where you get poisoned by extreme poison thinly spread on the walls if you lack resistance.

Just breathing while passing through would stiffen all the body's muscles and cause paralysis, and the high elf beside him would get gangbanged by goblins.

Second. The path where a 4-star tentacle monster painstakingly obtained from a higher dungeon lurks on the ceiling.

Even Gremory herself would drown in pleasure from the aphrodisiac components the tentacles spray without mental preparation before entering, and the high elf beside him would get all holes penetrated by tentacle strands.

And third.

A path with a cliff trap that drops you to a dead end you can never escape if you step wrong. At the end of diligently following the path, a shit pool where jokamels defecated awaited. If you fall in the trap, you had to choose between sinking and dying in the lake of camel feces or crawling back up.

Which way would the pig orc enter? If it were up to her wishes, she fervently hoped the high elf would go to the tentacle room and the pig orc fall into the shit pool and die. Gremory mounted Jokamel Filters and rubbed her groin back and forth while waiting for their choice.

"...?"

5 minutes passed. She thought maybe they were assessing the dungeon's structure.

"They're too slow...."

30 minutes passed. Still, having subdued Andras's dungeon, she thought maybe they were at least contemplating before the three-way fork.

And 1 hour passed.

No matter how much time passed with no sign of appearing, Gremory dispatched scout goblins in three directions.

"Where are they hiding? Ohoho! How foolish! Think you can escape the Demon King's system?!"

Gremory surveyed the pig orc's location through shared vision with subordinate goblins. All the goblins' vision became Gremory's vision.

But even thoroughly searching inside the dungeon, none of the three paths showed signs of entry, and accordingly Gremory gradually grew anxious.

'Could he have had a return scroll?'

Setting aside the stupid orc, the high elf assisting beside him could feasibly play the role of the orc's brain. If caught, she'd definitely sexually corrupt her and make her moan pinned under jokamels.

Resolving this as she searched for 3 hours now.

"...Why aren't they here?!"

The goblins' vision showed absolutely no traces of the orc and elf.

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