Morning came.

The Baroness, having barely managed to pull the troops together, grabbed her stiff neck and tried to sit up in bed.

"..."

She couldn't sit up. Because of the leather straps binding her limbs, she couldn't escape on her own unless someone released her. If she stayed like this, wouldn't something terrible happen?

"...I'm such a crazy bitch."

The reality was the opposite. It wasn't to prevent something terrible from happening to her—it was Gray who tied her up, worried she might do something terrible.

So she wouldn't spread her legs for just any man.

So she wouldn't stab her sword into the vitals of another man coming to assault her.

"Tch."

The Baroness felt regret at missing such a good opportunity.

If only she could make knight Gray her man, she could establish blood ties with a prestigious family that boasted considerable influence in the central political circles. But Gray had ghostly intuition to notice her intentions and even took the extreme measure of knocking her unconscious.

"...Is anyone there?"

The Baroness called for someone with a stern voice again. Soon the tent door opened, and the old knight who had long contributed to the Baron's family entered the tent.

"...I apologize for the rudeness last night, my lord."

"It's nothing. ...Last night's events will be overlooked. Where is Sir Gray?"

"He rallied the soldiers and organized the camp. Since the mission was completed, we can launch an offensive right now."

"...Originally I intended to begin the siege as soon as Sir Gray returned."

The Baroness felt anger rising at her pathetic defeat. She was annoyed and irritated at the enemy who carried out an aphrodisiac terror attack, rendering the camp unusable and causing a loss of combat effectiveness among the soldiers.

"We should attack right away. Let's go."

"M-my lord. ...It would be better if you didn't come out just yet."

"Why is that?"

"...The soldiers are still draining their water."

"???"

The Baroness didn't understand the euphemism.

And it was only after all the soldiers had sufficiently calmed the rage in their lower bodies that the Baroness stood before them and assembled the full force.

And shortly after.

The 1st division of the subjugation force, with knight Gray as commander, slowly advanced toward the north side of Zabiyaba.

***

Thud, thud thud, thud.

The soldiers stomped their feet, burning with fighting spirit. Twelve hundred human soldiers formed ranks and set up camp outside firing range.

"Look at their faces, they all look like they couldn't sleep properly. Hehehe."

The distance was pretty far, but their expressions were clearly visible. Everyone was soaked in fatigue, their eyes dull and hazy. It looked like they'd each jerked off at least three times.

"How about it, Gremory? I whittled down their combat strength pretty good, right?"

"Yeah, it was effective. And you're a complete piece of shit demon bastard."

Gremory cursed me to my face. The other officers behind Gremory were also cursing me with their faces. They couldn't openly curse, but everyone was sick and tired of my ruthless and cruel plans.

"What's wrong with demons acting like demons, orcs acting like orcs?"

"Orcs are known as honorable warriors."

"There are two types of orcs in the world. Traditional orcs who value combat and honor, and orcs who fight to survive by any means necessary. I'm the latter, to the very end."

So this time too, I planned not to be picky about means and methods. I carefully pulled the chain in my hand. Lily, wearing torn prisoner clothes like old rags, came forward, and the chain I held was connected to Lily's neck.

"...Does it hurt?"

The chain was actually used for real prisoners at the guard post. It was old and the surface was rough, so the skin where the chain was tied was already turning red.

"It rubs my skin a little, but I'm okay."

"That's good then. If it hurts at all, tell me even quietly. I can adjust it. Then Arthur. Come forward."

Following my instructions, Arthur came forward holding four chains. The female hunters squealed and came forward holding hands together. If their outfits weren't prisoner clothes, you'd think they were going out on a date—they were that excited.

"Arthur, can you handle this alone?"

"I'll try."

Arthur steeled his will. Among the brothers, he was at least one who lived up to his level, and like me, he had some possessiveness over what he considered his. Thanks to that, I entrusted the four to Arthur without any burden.

"Then next, you guys..."

"Huff, gasp, Legion Commander...!"

The Ras Village hunters were already panting and trembling. Unlike the clothes they usually wore, their bodies clothed in prisoner uniforms likewise kept getting brushed by white feathers.

"Um, could you maybe reduce it just a little?"

"No. I'm not changing it. Just do it."

One of the hunters, the quick-shooter's 'squad' consisted of a full ten harpies and Harpy Angels. Every time I looked at his state, the phrase "too much of a good thing" always came to mind. Just prepare more so you can handle it.

Thus, preparations for the hunters were complete. All the actors were ready, so now it was time to set up the stage.

"Alright, start installation!!"

The Harpy Angels began lifting wide, thick planks using their claws. The wide planks with holes drilled through the middle that would fit perfectly when placed on top of the fence were sturdy enough to hold five people.

"Lily."

I pulled Lily toward me—the key actress in this operation. Though Lune and Eila were looking with envious eyes, this role could only be done by Lily.

"Do you trust me?"

"Of course."

Creak, thud.

The Harpy Angels installed stages between the watchtowers. Andras, who'd been scouting from the sky, happened to descend.

"Master, the enemy is advancing north."

"...Really?"

Cutting it close, but preparations were already complete. I wrapped my arm around Lily's waist.

"Then we should greet them. Let's show the whole world in detail what happens to cities occupied by our legion."

Time to show the true colors of Ras Vegas. I climbed the northern watchtower with Lily, toward where Andras had pointed.

***

The soldiers headed north. It was the position with relatively the fewest watchtowers, and if there was a gate, it would be an easy place to enter and exit.

"Sir Gray, did you know there used to be a gate here? Before the fence was erected, there was a long road connecting this place to the south."

Sir Faiz swept his wistful eyes over the traces of the highway that connected from the north to Zabiyaba. Before the fence was erected, it had been a quiet, peaceful city without even a fence, let alone watchtowers, but as the war with the Demon King's army intensified, the road was cut off and logs were lined up in a row.

"It was Sir Ramatio who strongly recommended fortifying Zabiyaba's defenses to the previous Baron. I want revenge on the Demon King's army scum who defiled the fence that such a person worked so hard to build."

"Yes..."

It was silent pressure to fight hard without slacking off. Gray thought he was doing his best and achieving the most results in this subjugation force, but the playboy image he'd shown so far had become his shackles.

'It doesn't matter.'

Gray planned to perform brilliantly in this dungeon subjugation, have his achievements recognized, and leave straight for the capital. If the safe rear was no longer safe, he just had to make brilliant achievements by leveraging that rear's advantages.

"You'll definitely be able to get revenge. Although the enemy has occupied Zabiyaba, in the end they're merely monsters. We also have Father Francis and adventurers who can be called experts against such enemies, so this battle has sufficient chance of victory."

"To have to entrust the battle to mercenaries bought with money... Ah, no. I don't mean to disparage them."

"It's fine. They're wolves who joined the battle looking at money, not the greater cause."

And those wolves would be the core and first contributors of this battle. Gray just had to draw attention later when subjugating the dungeon. The knight who took the dungeon master's head, Gray. For that, now was the time to hold his breath.

"Sir Faiz, no matter how much anger wells up, remember this. Our role is to draw attention. So the enemy focuses on us."

"Of course. But Sir Gray, let me take the vanguard. I'll personally hold a shield and climb the ladder, jumping over the fence."

"That's perfectly fine... hm?"

Gray unconsciously raised his hand. Following his signal, the archers waiting behind raised their bows. Black-clothed harpies flew up from beyond the fence, and holding ropes in their claws, they fitted thick, wide planks on top of the fence.

"Sir Gray. What does that look like to you?"

"...It doesn't seem like they're preventing us from setting up ladders."

Rather, it was like helping make it easier to climb up ladders. He thought maybe they were deploying archers to shoot, but for that, there were just planks placed without even a railing.

"What on earth is that?"

"Uwahahaha!"

A booming voice echoed from beyond the fence. A green shadow jumped out from a watchtower near the fence. Gray and countless soldiers were shocked by the hideous orc's appearance.

"Welcome to Ras Vegas, you little humans!"

The orc with red tattoos on his face pounded his belly with his hand and shouted. The orc, with only the front of his lower body covered by cloth, appeared nearly naked with a brown bundle wrapped around his waist.

"This place is Ras Vegas! Occupied by our Legion of Wrath! Get lost!"

"Are you the ringleader of the Demon King's army that occupied this city!"

Gray cleared his throat and shouted at the tattooed orc. The potbellied orc grinned and pounded his belly like a drum. The sound was so loud it seemed to echo throughout the entire city.

"Kuhaha, what a statement full of prejudice and preconceptions! I'll break your prejudice and preconceptions today! Open your eyes, and look carefully!"

Whoosh!!

The tattooed orc threw the brown bundle backward. Inside what had been tightly wrapped in the brown robe, a woman in prisoner clothes was trembling with fear.

"Th-that, that!"

Veins naturally stood out on Gray's neck.

"You bastard!! Taking hostages is cowardly!"

"What, you bastard!! Be grateful I didn't kill them all! This is exactly why you shouldn't show mercy to humans! We only occupied the city and let them go alive, and they repay us by trying to steal back our Ras Vegas with swords and spears, yet they have much to say!"

"Shut up! The land your filthy feet are trampling is our human land!"

"It's my land now, so get lost!!"

The pig orc was arrogant. Gray considered snatching a bow from an archer and shooting, but all the orcs on the watchtowers were aiming their bows downward, just waiting for orders. The moment the subjugation force fired, the orcs would return fire.

"You bastards, since you came anyway, perfect timing! Anyone who covets my Ras Vegas, watch carefully with your own eyes what happens!!"

Thwump!!

The orc grabbed the cloth wrapped around his waist and threw it high into the sky. The humans gagged at the python the orc pulled out, while simultaneously swallowing nervously in fear.

It was too massive to be called a penis. The penis, thick as a blonde woman's forearm, dangled from atop the fence, and that thing pushed its head up under the skirt of the woman whose head was drooped unconscious.

Gray's mind went blank at the situation that defied common sense.

"Th-that..."

"Behold! This is the fate of humans who invade Ras Vegas!"

The orc bent the woman's upper body downward. And simultaneously, committed the terrible act the subjugation force had only imagined.

Shlorp!

"Nnngh!!"

The blonde woman with a gag screamed. The orc grabbed the chain around the woman's neck with his hand and shouted.

"This is the fate of those who covet Ras Vegas!"

Thwack, thwack thwack.

The orc mercilessly pumped his hips against the woman. Below her skirt, the orc's massive member that entered the woman's body began making obscene wet sounds. The soldiers lost their minds at the shocking sex scene that suddenly appeared before their eyes.

"Uwooh!"

The orc lifted the woman's belly up high. Thanks to that, the woman's entire body was lifted, and the orc grasped her waist with both hands and pumped his hips. The woman was unilaterally taken by the orc while suspended in midair.

"Look carefully, this city is Ras Vegas!"

"Hnnngh, hnnng!!"

Only the sound of flesh hitting flesh, the woman's moans that escaped even with the gag, the obese orc's rough breathing, and the soldiers swallowing echoed around Ras Vegas.

"The most liberated city of pleasure in the world!!"

The orc quickly thrust his hand below the woman's crotch and spread her legs wide left and right.

"Holy crap."

At such an intense and open welcome, Gray almost dropped his sword.

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