At Flauros dungeon's first interception facility, I spun sprinklers with Slime Dragons. The slime lumps fired while spinning like a pinwheel, covering the burning leopard pack and knocking them all out.

"What a lousy way to receive gifts."

And after finishing all attacks, I crushed the only conscious beastwoman. I literally threw my body and crushed her, and the beastwoman hit the back of her head on the ground and fainted without a chance to give her name.

"...This isn't a concussion, right?"

I lifted the leopard beastwoman and checked her condition. Though she had a bit of a bump on the back of her head, there seemed to be no major problems besides fainting.

Her flame-colored reddish-brown hair was wildly disheveled, and thanks to fur that covered only her chest and lower body like a primitive tribe, exposure was severe. I couldn't see clearly while spinning and fighting, but essentially it only covered the vulva and crotch.

"Better than the Andras."

I took out the rope carefully stored in my robe's inner pocket and thoroughly tied up the unknown beastwoman. Following what I'd learned in advance, it took less than a minute to put the woman in turtle shell bondage. I made a knot above her navel so I could easily carry the beastwoman packaged.

"Packaging complete! I'll take this as a housewarming return gift."

"She's gonna really hate it. Probably get angry too."

"What if she gets angry? She can't even beat me. Lune, you can't judge demons by elf or human standards. They ultimately follow the strong. Lime. Let's make sure she can't resist when she wakes up."

I laid the woman down flat on the floor. Lime, who'd buried the fainted leopard beastmen in the ground, leaving only their faces, using Slime Dragons, scurried over and straddled the woman's body.

Dribble.

Lime slightly pulled the woman's mouth with its hand and dripped its bodily fluid on top. Lime's fluid, flowing from the lips like a waterfall, had an aphrodisiac effect several times stronger than Slime Dragon fluid.

"...Sniff, sniff."

The fainted beastwoman's ears quickly turned red, and her breathing became ragged. Just from absorbing Slimahole fluid through mucous membranes, the beastwoman would quickly go into heat, but Lime's actions didn't end with just that.

Lick, lick.

Lime spread its body thin and began dyeing the entire rope with its fluid. Lime's slime began seeping into the rope. Needless to say, Lime's fluid covered all exposed skin. Meanwhile, I gave orders to other subordinates, the Slime Dragons.

"Slime Dragons Units 3 and 4, drip fluid into those beastmen buried in the ground too. Make them unable to move, going into heat while stuck in the ground."

Units 3 and 4 vomited sticky fluid onto the beastmen's crowns. The slime flowing from their scalps soaked the beastmen's entire heads. Even if not mucous membrane absorption like the woman, it was enough to make them go into heat.

"Units 1 and 2 wait here and rest, then join up. Units 3 and 4 guard these guys. Lime, back off. That's enough."

Lime, which had wrapped around the beastwoman's entire body as if devouring her, withdrew from the woman. The woman's entire body glistened with Lime's slime, and I grabbed the handle-knot on her belly, tied up like pizza box packaging, and lifted the woman.

"Then let's go. Ah, and Unit 5..."

The youngest, but capable of evolving into King Slime. I planned to feed it experience points. And that method was weaponizing the Slime Dragon, not last hits. I explained my thoughts to the Slime Dragon in detail, and Unit 5 immediately stuck its head on my left shoulder.

"Hehe, just try coming. Really."

"Master, what are you planning to do?"

"Hm? Nothing much. I'm trying to just knock them down without killing, but might as well feed this one experience, right? If you shoot arrows, they'll all die."

Fighting directly could wound me on the beastmen's claws, so attacking from range was the best plan.

"Right. There's no better method for subduing without killing."

Kyaaaa!!

The beastmen's roars came from the opposite end of the passage. Apparently, the beastwoman I held in my right hand was a more valuable hostage than expected—the beastmen ran down the passage as if throwing away their lives like straw.

"Ready."

I extended my left arm straight forward. Slime Dragon Unit 5 used my left arm as a support base, stuck its head forward, and opened its mouth wide. The beastmen ran with heads ablaze, and the targets were too easy to hit.

"Ah, yes. This is called a pitching machine."

After Slime Dragon Unit 5 tilted its head back slightly—

"Fire!!"

Ratatatatatatat!!

It fired slime lumps bunched inside its body forward like a machine gun. I supported the shooting recoil with my left arm and whole body, slowly moving my left arm to aim the muzzle at the charging beastmen's heads.

Thwackthwackthwack!

The beastman running at the front got hit by three lumps in a long vertical line from jaw to nose to forehead and collapsed. The beastmen following dodged left and right while running.

"Sorry, but we've got plenty of loaded rounds!!"

Ratatatatat!

The Slime Dragon only shot lumps forward. I moved my left arm up, down, left, and right to prevent the beastmen from approaching. After the lead beastman fell, the beastmen dodged as best they could, but not everyone could dodge.

The one about to kick off the wall got hit in the instep by a lump and collapsed.

The one ducking to dodge succeeded, but the one right behind got hit in the face and fell backward.

The one who jumped to avoid the fallen beastman got rapid-fire hits to the solar plexus and planted their head in the ground while still jumping.

"Coming without even shields, what a mess."

The beastmen running down the straight passage couldn't endure the barrage, and all fell to the ground without exception. Thanks to aiming well, the roughly seven beastmen all got hit in the face with slime and fainted, and I sniped their heads for confirmation kills.

"Kurgh!"

They didn't die, but what faint consciousness remained was completely cut off. The slime shots hit the beastmen's crowns and burst, and the smell of slime vibrated everywhere.

Ratatatata...cough.

Unit 5 coughed while pouring out slime. About half of the long tail to the body shriveled.

"Hey, I told you to only use half!!"

Gurgle.

"Lime says it was so fun watching enemies fall from getting hit by lumps that it got a bit greedy?"

Unit 5 spoke, Lime heard, and Lune translated. Though a fairly inconvenient translation system, I fully understood Unit 5's feelings. How good must it feel to watch enemies fall as autumn leaves just from wildly pouring out bodily fluids? Especially if it all becomes experience points.

"Don't overdo it anymore. Shoot exactly one shot."

Kyaaaa!

One beastman who'd fallen closest leaped high into the air. Thanks to slime, the hair no longer burned, but eyes blazed with fury toward me and Unit 5.

"Can't be helped, firing!"

I raised my left arm at a 15-degree angle. As if I'd pulled a trigger, Unit 5 precisely shot the final slime shot in time with my order. The small slime ball Unit 5 shot flew faster than any slime shot—

Thwack!

"Haaagh—"

It precisely struck the beastman's nether regions. The beastman, showing the whites of their eyes, rolled back and fell to the ground in the same clawing posture. The slime shot Unit 5 fired had considerable stopping power, ignoring even the jump's momentum.

"Kurgh, hngh...!!"

The beastman fell prostrate on the floor with gasping sounds. One fist clenched, and the other hand toward the crotch—I felt more pain.

"Sorry. I aimed on purpose, but you're hurting more than expected."

I raised my foot and stomped the beastman's back. Since there was no way to reduce pain like sleep magic, the only method was knocking out with greater shock.

"Kurghh..."

The beastman fainted. After setting Unit 5 down behind me, I gently closed the white-showing beastman's eyelids.

"Sorry. Be thankful you're not dead."

I rolled the beastman aside and went straight down the passage. After the beastman who got hit in the balls by a slime shot, there were no more attacks. Maze-like rooms appeared here and there, and I could quickly reach the dungeon's center by breaking through the maze in a straight line—Lime knocked down walls.

"Sealed it up double."

At the end of the passage, a thick iron door greeted me. The surface, seemingly made by melting steel into thick iron plates, was quite smooth for a dungeon. I knocked on the iron door with my left hand.

Knock knock knock.

"Anyone there—!!"

No response from inside. I took a deep breath, then lifted both the beastwoman and my foot.

"How rude!! Then I'll act rudely too!!"

CRASH!!

I kicked the iron door. With a 'crunch' sound, one side of the iron door swung wide open. I ran inside, holding the beastwoman as a shield. Inside, beastmen were naturally puffing up their mouths as if to shoot something at me.

"D-don't shoot!!"

Someone appearing to be the leader beastman hurriedly stopped the subordinates. The beastmen all coughed, spitting sparks from their mouths. As expected, the female beastwoman I'd caught directly and brought as a gift was highly valuable as a hostage.

"Who is Flauros?!"

"Me! Who the hell are you?!"

A leopard beastman about twice the size of other beastmen glared at me. Not only was the lion-mane-like hair blazing red, but even the claws and talons were also ablaze with red flames.

"Who am I? Hehe."

I pulled the beastwoman hostage close in front of me. The moment I grabbed the perky chest that stood out thanks to turtle shell bondage, Flauros's eyes flashed.

"Put her down!"

"Don't order me, you bastard! You just answer what you're asked!"

"Kurgh...!"

Flauros lowered his posture with a frustrated face. But the fighting spirit still burned, as if he'd devour me the moment I let my guard down. I naturally became triumphant and lifted the hostage's white nape.

"What's your relationship with this woman? Daughter? Or wife?"

"...My older sister!"

Flauros ground sharp teeth and breathed fire. Other beastmen also glared at me, agreeing with Flauros's anger. The heat was so hot it felt like I'd get burned.

Of course, that wasn't important. Whether Flauros burned or not, I was more curious about the hostage's identity.

"Older sister? Real sister?"

"...Yes!"

"You don't look alike at all?"

"Shut up! Sister just resembles Mother, and I resemble Father! You bastard, that's not what's important now! Put her down right now!!"

"I told you not to order me, you bastard. Fine, let's do this."

Rip!!

I tore off all the rope on the beastwoman with my hands. Red rope marks remained deeply on the woman's white skin, and Flauros smiled with relief.

"Yes, you're manly enough to fight fair and squarebastard!!!"

Rip.

I finished tearing off the woman's chest covering. White, voluptuous breasts were fully revealed, and Flauros and the beastmen all averted their gazes.

"You bastards, it's not like you haven't seen women's breasts before, getting scared over this. Hey, Flauros. If you order me one more time in a commanding tone, it won't end with just this next time."

I grabbed the woman's chest with one hand, and with the other hand went down her lower belly and stuck my hand inside the fur miniskirt. Thanks to me covering the woman's chest with my hand like hiding it, they could ironically turn their gazes back to me.

"...What do you want? How can someone ranked 63rd do such terrible things! Andras!!"

"Too lazy to correct you, I'll be blunt. I came to steal the dungeon, Flauros."

"...I'm 64th rank."

"I know. I came knowing that."

Slap, slap! I slapped the beastwoman's chest with my hand. Pinching nipples, hitting cheeks with my palm to wake her up.

"You, you bastard!! Stop... please!"

Flauros begged me desperately. The woman's pale skin flushed red from my touch, and the woman began slowly regaining consciousness with twitches.

"Flauros. Choose."

I continued waking the woman's consciousness while urging Flauros to choose.

"Will you submit to me, or fight and die? If you choose the latter..."

Rustle.

I pulled down my pants and stuck my rigidly erect thing between the woman's thighs. The glans glistening with pre-cum peeked out at the edge of the woman's skirt. The woman's thighs were hot like a hot spring, befitting a monster that handles fire.

"I don't need to spell it out, right?"

Seizure Battle.

Conditions for dungeon seizure.

Flauros's defeat, or his submission.

"If you don't surrender, your sister gets eaten by me. Forever, even after you die."

Deep despair settled in Flauros's eyes looking at me.

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