Monster Enhancement System.

The magic stones the slimes obtained by gnawing walls became their food, and as levels rose, I naturally expected there'd be a system to raise levels without combat.

Monster Enhancement Ticket x1.

But they'd give the facility to do that as a reward? I was at a loss for words at this single scroll that dropped along with the Monster Summoning Ticket.

'Usually don't you have to build a facility for this kind of thing?'

And the moment I unfolded it, I realized why it was an enhancement 'ticket' not an enhancement facility.

[Monster Enhancement Ticket: Enhancement method to surpass innate limits.]

[Usage Condition: Max out level.]

[Usage Effect: Add ☆.]

"Lune!!!"

I almost shouted "Let's go for 6-star!" but barely calmed down. Lune was so startled by my call that she came running, then her shoulders drooped and she returned to her spot.

'I wasn't thinking of using it on myself but trying to use it on Lune.'

I seemed too absorbed in Lune's enhancement. I too was clearly an entity capable of growth, and I already knew about 6-star existences. At the last moment before leaving Forneus's Dungeon, I'd seen how many stars Brug had.

'Three places to use it.'

Use it on myself, use it on Lune, or use it to evolve other subordinates.

'Isn't this an item that comes out surprisingly often?'

It was a reward obtained just from repelling 20 human hunters. Monster Summoning Tickets too—at first I thought they were quite hard to obtain, but they'd become common items I could get at least one of per day.

'Still, better to use it in the most important place.'

In the first place, I was the only one who could use it right now. I was the only one meeting the condition of maxing out level.

[Enhancement: Increase (Rok Grimfang)'s ☆.]

[Condition: Max out level (75/75)]

[Required Amount: 1/5]

"Of course."

There was no way advancing a person to 6-star would only require one. But thanks to this I knew it was a common item. Though I didn't know when or where it would appear again, it was best to save them for either myself or Lune.

Adding ☆ to ★★★★★ would be better than evolving six ★ to ★☆.

'There aren't any subordinates at max level yet either.'

Like how Lune monopolized experience points by grinding the sub-dungeon alone to go from level 14 to 15, even the slimes with high average levels were mostly hanging around 13-14 with none at max.

Ultimately what I could do immediately was gacha. Since I'd already used up all the lowest grade magic stones, I had no choice but to summon big slimes or high ghouls using low grade magic stones.

'But I'll hold back.'

No matter how much the gacha urge nagged, shouldn't I roll gacha in a slightly better situation? I had three subordinates about to be born soon. Whether they'd become harpies or break through the 6% probability to birth another entity was unknown.

'I should do other things meanwhile.'

Lumber procurement.

Since it seemed I'd need lumber in large quantities today, I left the cavity to Lune and escaped outside the dungeon.

Gurgle.

Just as I arrived, Lune had reopened the entrance hole. Looking at the dungeon from outside, there was quite a large hole up to the second floor.

'I could make stairs so they go up to the second floor.'

How would invaders react to a passage splitting into the main entrance and second floor right from the entrance? Or it wouldn't be bad to fill the hole by some method and install traps.

'Should I hang a sign?'

Making a demon statue that clearly looked like a dungeon and placing it in the hole looked quite good aesthetically. If I drew aggro to hunt some noble house's knight order or the kingdom's subjugation force, how great would that reward be?

'I'd get more like Eila too.'

To do that I needed to increase my forces. I led all the ghouls out to cut trees and moved entire logs to the cavity.

3 hours.

Until the harpies birthed new forces.

***

The chief snapped to attention at the lewd sounds. He'd expected to be captured and confined by monsters, but the sounds coming from his dark field of vision were clearly flesh hitting flesh.

Haa, haaang...

Someone's moans were heard. The chief forgot his own situation and his member stiffened. Maybe he was more aroused because he was in a life-or-death situation.

'What is it, what the hell?!'

His voice didn't come out. Thanks to the vine stem blocking his mouth, only drool flowed, and his limbs were also bound as he lay on the ground.

Squelch, squelch.

Unable to see, his ears heard better. His sensitized hearing picked up the sounds of water splashing and flesh meeting flesh all too vividly.

Throb.

The chief's member stood stiffly erect. From the sensation on his thighs, his pants had already been stripped off, exposing his naked body. The chief wanted to move at least his hands to relieve the heat through masturbation, but his hands were stuck to the ground, unable to move.

Pant, pant.

His leftward-curved member only struck empty air. Each time the women's cries flowed, pre-cum began leaking from his heat-filled member, only sliding down the curved glans.

'At least my hands...!'

"Oh my, this one's standing at attention too?"

With the sound of a door opening, a woman with a voice he'd never heard approached. The woman laughed low with a nasal voice, slowly approaching the chief.

"Can I eat this dick?"

Mmph.

The chief drooled in fear and anticipation at what the woman's words meant.

Was the woman asking the monster if the chief was a human she could eat?

Or was she saying she'd eat the chief's panting member with her warm, chewy lower mouth?

Or would she sharpen her teeth to bite off the chief's member and satisfy her appetite?

Either way, the chief could only be afraid. In a situation where his survival probability was only 1/3, the chief desperately hoped things would proceed in the direction most favorable to him.

Squelch.

And the chief was eaten. Eaten in the direction he'd hoped. With the sound of a woman stepping beside the chief's ribs, something wet and sticky touched his glans.

The woman warmly devoured the chief with her lower mouth. The chief felt both disappointment and anticipation simultaneously.

'Someone already came.'

The woman's passage was already filled with semen someone had ejaculated. Like in his youth when he worked his hips relying only on vigor in a nameless mercenary band, pushed to the bottom of the pecking order to taste only last—that same shitty sensation wrapped around his member again.

'But if it's a slut like this, I welcome it.'

A man clearly came inside and wilted, so she came looking for another vigorous man. The chief curled his fingers, breath catching at the vaginal muscles squeezing along with the semen.

It didn't squeeze maddeningly tight. Rather, it wasn't an exaggeration to say it was loose. But the feeling of conquest in filling a passage packed with another man's semen with his own drove the chief crazy.

'No! You crazy bastard, this is a monster den!'

They say if you enter a bear's den but keep your wits, you'll survive—but captured in a monster den, as soon as he came to his senses he was about to cum. The chief felt self-loathing at the woman's assault, mounting him and pressing her buttocks to his thighs.

'Fuck it.'

Let's think after cumming. After cumming his head would clear, and anyway he couldn't move his body right now and if he satisfied the woman maybe a path to survival would open.

Thump, thump thump.

"Ahh."

Fortunately the chief had enough strength to thrust his member upward. The chief squeezed out even his nursing strength to raise his buttocks, and the woman reciprocated by pounding like a mill. Amid the thumping movements, the woman's buttocks momentarily descended to rub against the chief's testicles and thighs.

The woman drove her hips down herself, swallowing the chief's member to the root. At the sensation where the glans touched, the chief experienced a new world. Where the glans touched was hard to reach with a human partner—maybe it was even the entrance to that place.

Spurt.

The chief came at that sensation. With a sucking sensation, semen shot vigorously up his urethra and flew out the glans.

"Hnnngh!"

The woman's passage filled with the chief's semen, packed tight from the deepest point. Muddy yellow semen formed at the deepest end, and the woman tightened her vaginal muscles as much as possible and pressed her body down flat so the semen wouldn't spill.

"Eheheh, that's it!"

The woman laughed with incomprehensible words. Soon someone's footsteps were heard, and whatever covered the chief's eyes was removed.

"What... an elf?"

The chief's eyes took in a cold-looking elf. That elf who'd massacred the villagers. And the woman who'd been holding his member on top of him was—

"Hehe, you came well?"

"Mmph?!"

A monster.

A harpy.

Learning the truth, the chief received a great shock. One was that he'd planted seed inside a monster, and the other was that a harpy's insides were almost similar to a human's—rather, too identical to a human's.

"Are you done?"

"Yeah, sorry for making you work."

"Not at all. Then let's go."

The elf left the cell with the harpy in a businesslike tone. The man still couldn't move with his limbs bound to the ground, and soon a new prisoner entered the wooden cage.

"..."

May.

She was confined in the cell naked.

"Disgusting."

May spat beside the chief with a face full of disgust, then turned her head to the side.

"N-no, it's not!!"

The chief screamed, but May just trembled with her head turned away.

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