Gurrrrr.

Jokamel Filters, the only ★★★★ monster in Gremory's dungeon and Gremory's adjutant, mount, and the only monster that could fuck Gremory, was currently seething with rage toward the pig orc.

It was already unpleasant enough that even an avatar had been humiliated by having its thighs rubbed against, but throwing the avatar to the tentacle monster ultimately made Gremory spread her own legs with her main body. That place, which only he could penetrate, which he had forcibly widened—the tentacle monster violating inside and laying eggs there was an unbearable humiliation as a male.

So should he pour his rage on Gremory? Right. But that rage was something to pour out on the bed, not something to rebel against Gremory over.

So should he pour his rage on the tentacle monster? Right. But the tentacle monster was stronger than him. The interloper had stolen his place, and Jokamel needed to become stronger than the tentacle monster.

And now the last place to explode his rage was the root cause of all this chaos, the pig orc.

Actually, the root of it all was Gremory, and Halphas who made a deal with Gremory and instigated the invasion. If Halphas hadn't tried to devour Andras using Gremory as a proxy, if Gremory hadn't cheated after being pickled in the tentacle monster's techniques, this chaos wouldn't have happened.

So let's kill the pig orc. Jokamel tried to concentrate all his rage not at his superior but at the enemy, and if he was going to kill him anyway, he'd make him fully taste the sense of loss from being robbed that he'd experienced.

Surprise attack.

Gremory formed a special squad centered on Jokamel, and they decided to become a detached force and raid the enemy dungeon as soon as the enemy main force crossed the portal to reach the cavity or right in front of the core.

Jokamel immediately accepted. He was fully intent on trampling others' things while also taking the pig orc's subordinates for himself. Especially from that High Elf's body came both the scent of orc and the scent of purity. For some reason, the orc wasn't eating the High Elf, and Jokamel's mind was focused on taking that first time.

What if they entered Gremory's dungeon instead? Then he'd just vent on another woman. Jokamel was excited at the dream of receiving the High Elf as a reward for the achievement of occupying the enemy dungeon.

Clop clop, clop clop.

He ran through the portal with nobody there. Behind Jokamel followed an elite goblin unit. These guys specialized in destruction and humiliation would ravage the enemy camp indiscriminately.

Grooooooar!

Jokamel leaped through the portal. The dungeon was much shabbier than the one he resided in, but the paths were fairly well maintained. Jokamel rushed straight ahead at full speed like a sports car on the Autobahn.

Clop clop, clop clop!

Beyond the path he'd crossed through Gremory's avatar, there was a corner that 'turned right.' Jokamel sneered once at the enemy camp's structure, then took the curve while maintaining maximum speed.

And not long after, he saw a bright light. Jokamel instinctively knew it was the path to the opponent's core and kicked his legs to advance.

Groooooar!

Unless there was a subordinate stronger than the orc, with the main force having crossed to Gremory's dungeon, there was no one to stop him. Kicked by hooves running at full speed—

"Ah, fuck."

Jokamel stopped on the spot, using even the strength he'd used to suck Gremory's tits. He suppressed the control of inertia and raised his hooves to slam the brakes. The scent of wind flowing in from outside reached the tip of his nose hairs.

Kigigigigik!

Four long lines formed on the hard dirt path as Jokamel barely stopped just before the hole. The place he thought was a cavity was a path leading outside, and it was even a cliff dropping into a river with strong currents.

'Don't tell me he predicted this?'

Jokamel's heart sank. Did the orc predict his dungeon would be attacked and dig this kind of trap? So if they charged recklessly, they'd all fall into the river and drown?

No. According to Gremory, the portal always forms at the farthest passage connected to the core. So considering the enemy's tendencies and tactics, they must have blocked the path to the core.

'I just need to break through an earthen wall.'

Even if they did construction in a day, it wouldn't be that thick. Jokamel turned his body to ravage the enemy camp. And at that moment, the goblins that had been following were running at full speed.

"Y-you idiots! Stop! This is a cliff—"

"Kieeeek!"

Thud thud thud! The goblins rammed their bodies into Jokamel at full force. He could easily withstand one or two, but when nearly ten of them—the entire squad—body-slammed at full force, even Jokamel stumbled.

"You bastards! This is a cliff!"

"We know, you horny bastard!"

And at the attack of the goblin captain striking his flank, Jokamel's foot that was barely holding on at the cliff's edge slipped.

"What—"

They were goblins that had followed him from Gremory's dungeon. Why? How? Just before sliding down, Jokamel used his wits to hook his hooves on the cliff's edge.

"Y-you bastard! What have you done!"

"This is what's called insubordination, keke."

The goblin grinned wickedly while holding a poisoned dagger in reverse grip.

"We'll take all the credit for raiding this empty house. Kekek, we'll tell everyone you died gloriously fighting the powerful orc warriors of this dungeon."

"You're just a goblin—!!"

"Kekek, that's why you should've watched your back."

The goblin thrust the dagger toward Jokamel's ankle tendon.

"You know what? I didn't like you since you forcibly widened our master, kekek."

"What... did you say...?"

The goblin captain's crouching position was clearly visible. Beneath the thin cloth, the goblin captain's lower body was small as a human finger.

"You forgot we got kicked out of our master's bedroom after you came?! Kekek, I've been waiting for this day!"

Stab! Stab stab stab!

The captain stabbed the dagger in reverse grip, attacking Jokamel. But that crude dagger couldn't pierce Jokamel's hide. Regardless of the situation's advantage or disadvantage, there was an overwhelming level difference between them that couldn't be helped.

"...If you were born small, you should live accordingly."

"You turned our master into a slut! She used to giggle just with ours!"

"That's because your master was always that kind of bitch!! You tiny-dicked bastards!"

With Jokamel hanging from the cliff and the goblins trying to dunk him in the river, infighting within the detached force began.

***

"Surely nobody would fall for a trap like that."

"Dad, now's not the time to worry about that. Hurry and come this way."

Meri scolded me while casting healing magic. My body had become covered in wounds, and I finally succeeded in throwing myself into the allied formation to join them. Meri healed my wounds with a tearful face.

"If you're the dungeon owner, stay in the back like Mom Eila. Stop getting hurt in the front."

"Are you subtly dissing Eila for only fighting with her mouth from behind?"

"That's not what I meant!"

"Can't take a joke, huh. Hehe, it's fine. I can still move. I know my body best."

I knew, so I jumped out. The hammer that should've been hammering the enemy forces on the anvil no longer had the strength to swing, so I hid inside the formation. Around me, harpies loaded with baggage were fretting about whether the eggs might crack.

"I'll go fight again as soon as I recover."

"Father, still, you should rest a bit more."

Arthur, who'd been shooting arrows, stopped me. I had more wounds than the ghouls serving as the formation's shield bearers. Conversely, that meant my dungeon's subordinates had no serious injuries.

"Hmm... will it be okay?"

"Of course. We've almost seized victory now. ...Thanks to Mother Lune."

Thwack thwack thwack. A literal rain of arrows was falling from the ceiling. The deeper my wounds got, the more Lune's arrows increased, and Lime and the Slime Dragons took the position I left vacant in the rear.

Craaack!

The Slime Dragons crushed goblins and rolled up gargoyles like burritos to smash them. When three-humped camel monsters occasionally appeared, Lune and Lime joined forces to take them down. After I stirred things up once and the four who jumped from the ceiling started rampaging, the battle situation slowly began tilting toward our side.

"Master, give the order for full assault!"

Eila, commanding from the rear, asked my permission. But I had not the slightest intention of easily pushing all forces forward.

"Wait. The enemy's main force isn't here yet."

"Isn't this the main force?!"

"That guy's not here, that guy."

Gremory's mount that walked on all fours. That guy was a monster that looked strong just from seeing it with the eyes. Probably around the same strength as Gremory, or a bit weaker.

Just as I appeared by breaking through the wall, that guy could also burst through the wall from the side during the advance. The reason we formed a formation and came out to the wide avenue was also because of that one creature.

So I needed to quickly grasp the location of the dangerous factor. I shouted toward Gremory's avatar commanding in the middle of the enemy forces.

"Hey, Gremory! You're treating your housewarming guests like shit!"

"Who's having a housewarming! You invaded!"

"I brought a housewarming gift but you don't seem willing to accept it at all."

I'd even gone to the trouble of wrapping it nicely in my pocket, but the owner was stubbornly refusing. Having finished recovery, I gently pushed Hases aside and stepped forward. In front of me was Gremory's avatar standing with feet on a camel monster's hump.

"Gremory, I came to make a deal!"

"A deal? What deal?"

"A real estate deal. You sell your dungeon, and I'll pay with this."

I untied the string firmly bound inside my robe and pulled out a pouch. With a jingling sound, the pouch thrown in a parabola landed perfectly between Gremory's cleavage.

"What's this...? Ugh."

Gremory's face twisted sharply at the red, squishy substance in the leather pouch.

"Ah, that's something called lube. Good to have when making love—"

"Stop talking bullshit! It's dead slime fluid! I've never even heard of lube!"

"That's why I brought it. So you can try using it yourself. Of course, I'll be your partner."

Of course, this time I intended to deal with the main body, not an avatar. I gripped my sword, now an iron club, and raised it forward. I could hear Gremory gulping from here.

"Now you'll be swallowing something other than spit, hehe."

"You pig bastard, really!!"

Gremory shrieked and charged her soldiers. But all those soldiers seemed to have a screw loose to be called main forces—weak guys insufficient to kill me.

"Hehe, it'll be tough unless the main body comes out directly, right? Or call your ace. I've been curious for a while. Whether camel can be grilled and eaten or not."

"Is eating all that's in your brain?"

"Of course. Eat the camel, eat the dungeon, eat you too. Hehehe."

Gremory's avatar frowned with a deflated face. It was the face of someone who stepped in shit, and she actually had stepped in shit.

"Hehe. It might've been different with another dungeon, but opening a portal to Andras dungeon specifically was your mistake."

"Hmph, I haven't lost yet. ...I said I haven't lost yet!"

Gremory shrieked and pointed at me.

"Your dungeon will be scorched! Everything will be trampled and destroyed under hooves without exception!"

"Go ahead."

I snorted at Gremory.

"But if I take your place, that tentacle monster becomes mine too, right? Hehe, perfect. My dungeon area is just too peaceful, you see. Wait right there in the bedroom. I'll stab you with this good and proper."

I raised my sword toward Gremory again.

***

Bang!

Gremory punched the wall. Though the avatar was working hard commanding the forces, it wasn't enough to stop the orc's rampage.

"Hehe, fine. I'll admit it. Fighting's the one thing you're damn good at."

The main forces deployed in the front lines got delayed brawling with the ghouls, and subordinates waiting in the rear were swept away by the orc and elf. Though forces still remained, at this rate, defeat was flashing before her eyes.

"Fine... let's see who wins...!"

Gremory's main body staggered down the corridor, clutching an armful of the fresh, warm eggs she'd just laid.

And at the end of it was the tentacle monster's room.

"Wake up, Scar Theology!"

The tentacle monster's eyes flashed. Gremory threw the eggs she held in her arms toward the sky and shouted.

"Combine!"

As the tentacle monster roared, a pink light burst from the cavity.

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