Lewd Dungeon Master: This Orc Is Too Damn OP!-Chapter 237: Time in Dreams Isn’t the Same

"Alright, let’s go with that. Shaitan, for any situation we’ve covered here, you’re cleared to act first and report later. If you’re taking on the role of our legion’s strategist, you need the authority that comes with it."

"Thank you, Master. I won’t give you a single thing to worry about."

Shaitan gave me a respectful bow and neatly gathered all the papers on the table.

To the eye, they were just sheets of paper covered in text and diagrams, but the contents were top-secret: a full plan for how we’d fight the war against the Halphas Legion.

"Commit it to memory."

"Of course. I’ll respond immediately based on this manual."

The papers we’d organized amounted to a kind of operational manual, covering every scenario we could think of for the war against the Halphas Legion, along with how to handle each one. Even if I had to step away, Shaitan would always be here in the dungeon, and Shaitan would use the manual to manage things.

’Good. Shouldn’t be a problem if I’m gone for a bit.’

If the Halphas Legion, or anyone else, tried to attack our dungeon while I was away, Shaitan would recall the manual and intercept them. I’d set things up so the system could run with just one of us, me or Shaitan, at the helm.

"Haaah... I didn’t even touch my drink. Shaitan, have you ever had coffee before?"

"Through your memories, this is my first time experiencing the taste of coffee, Master. It really is... quite something, sneaking into your dreams just to have coffee with you."

"Not sneaking in for the cum?"

"That too, of course."

Shaitan and I finally picked up our untouched drinks. Shaitan was going down the menu one by one, starting with a plain Americano, while I’d gone with a simple hot green tea. Lucky it hadn’t gone cold, probably a perk of being in a dream.

"What was supposed to be a ten-minute thing turned into a pretty long meeting. ...Wait a second."

I checked the clock. 4:44 PM. It’d already been way more than ten minutes since I was forced to lie down, well over an hour, in fact.

"Well, damn."

Did nobody wake me up out there? I was just about to slap myself awake out of sheer anxiety when Shaitan reached out and grabbed my wrist.

"Heh. Don’t worry, Master. Time in dreams and time in reality aren’t the same. It’s probably at least seven times longer here."

"What? Why are you telling me this now?"

"Because if I’d told you upfront, you would’ve spent every last second of that time on the strategy meeting. Now that roughly that much time has passed out there... we’ve got about ten minutes left here. Please, take a moment to relax in the café. It’s been a while."

Shaitan let go of my wrist and knocked on the table like a gentle tap. I shook my head at Shaitan’s sneaky little trick, then slid over and sat down next to Shaitan.

"M-Master?"

"Ms. Shaitan, playing a trick like that on your own Master. That won’t do."

Shaitan looked flustered, but I had every intention of making full use of the ten minutes we had left.

"In reality I’m passed out cold and Luna’s probably riding me in my sleep. Meanwhile I’m here in dreamland, might as well mess around a little, right? A prank deserves a prank back, don’t you think?"

I pretended to wrap my arm around Shaitan’s waist, then slipped my hand under Shaitan’s skirt. The soft black stockings were already warm to the touch.

"Th-there are people watching...!"

Shaitan pointed toward the other customers in the café, flushing with embarrassment. Even though they were just NPCs in a dream, every single one of them was frowning and averting their eyes as they walked past our little scene. Honestly, it felt real enough that even I felt a tiny bit self-conscious, but hey, it was a dream, so who cares.

"Let ’em watch. Since when do I care what other people think?"

"M-Master..."

Shaitan’s eyes sparkled with anticipation. I lifted Shaitan slightly and settled Shaitan onto my thigh, not facing me, not with Shaitan’s back to me, but sideways, so that all Shaitan had to do was turn to look me in the face.

"And besides, aren’t all these people ones you set up yourself? You actually want to do stuff like this in real life too, don’t you? Show off a little."

"...."

Shaitan looked away and went quiet. But the reaction from below told the whole truth. Shaitan was way too embarrassed to say it out loud, but expressing feelings through dreams like this had its own charm.

Just like how Lune and Luna actively showed off their feelings for me, Shaitan wanted to flaunt things in front of others too.

"Cute."

"Haah..."

I buried my face in Shaitan’s chest. Way smaller than Luna’s, sure, but still plenty there. Probably at least a C or D cup by any measure. Shaitan kept glancing around at the people nearby and trying to wiggle away.

"Master, this is really going to be a problem... At this rate you might end up going viral on social media as the café creep. In the dream, obviously."

"What, are they gonna arrest us for public indecency?"

"...I didn’t set that up, so..."

"Then there’s no problem, is there? Oh man, look at this, you’ve totally gotten a taste for modern stuff in dreamland. Are you, like, on Instagram in your dreams or something?"

"...Heh."

Shaitan made a tiny little V-sign. My heart sank just a little.

"What exactly are you doing on there?"

"Stuff like this."

Shaitan pulled out a smartphone. Not Instagram, Twitter. And what was on it hit me like a truck.

"Oh wow..."

Shaitan was holding something dark reddish between Shaitan’s lips, eyes covered, flashing a V-sign at the camera. Beyond Shaitan’s hair, a small rounded hill was visible, clearly a perky little ass. The dark hair peeking out between those cheeks was doing its job of firing up the imagination.

"A 69 selfie...?"

"It’s more fun than I expected, honestly. Showing off our love. Heheh."

"...Is that me?"

"Yes."

Shaitan scrolled through the retweets proudly. Most of them were stuff like ’god damn’, ’share more’, a whole stream of thirsty replies aimed at Shaitan.

Shaitan being that irresistible was one thing, but seeing people lining up even in a dream rubbed me the wrong way. I didn’t mind it with the other subordinates, but with Shaitan, I didn’t like it.

"Why are you showing me this?"

"To let the whole world know I’m yours, Master. Don’t worry, it’s just a fantasy constructed from your dreams. If you’d like, I can leave this part out of the next dream."

"...Impressive. Oh, hold on."

I pointed at one particular retweet that had caught my eye among the flood of replies. One that jumped out at me above all the rest.

"Hey. There’s someone here who says they want to eat me, not just you. Heh, let’s see... the username is LUNE..."

The woman had her face covered below the nose, holding a big peach against her body.

"This is just something you set up, right? Did you do this on purpose?"

"...Well, it’s all based on your dreams, Master, so I can’t say your influence isn’t in there at all. It means this is how you perceive LUNE. ...Are you scared of getting devoured?"

"Nah. Personally, I’m grateful."

Why would I complain about Lune showing up and wanting to take a bite? Sure, it’d need some managing so things didn’t get out of hand, but I’m not one to turn away a woman who comes to me.

’Still, gotta make sure things don’t get as out of control as before.’

One wrong step and I’d never escape the beds of the Elf Queens, plural. Luna’s chest was already incredible, and Lune had every potential to grow just as much as Luna had back at four stars.

Tick. Tick.

The grandfather clock in the café started to flicker.

Between all the small talk, the 70 minutes, equivalent to ten minutes in reality, had run out, and the world around us began to fade away one piece at a time. Shaitan took my hand with an apologetic look.

"I’m sorry, Master. I ended up stealing your precious rest time."

"No, it’s fine. I had fun. Even if just the body gets to rest, that’s something. ...Though I’m not sure that counts as resting, but hey, I can sleep properly later. We’re in wartime. I’ll take this as a breather and call it good. Thank you."

Even just a short nap like this was enough to get me back to one hundred percent.

’This level of grind is nothing.’

Compared to the days when I’d commute before dawn and never make it home, or the time I was being run ragged under Forneus, this kind of fatigue was nothing. It was a shame to see my sweet time with Shaitan come to an end, but it was time to head back to reality.

"Let’s do this properly next time. And then... just do whatever you want. I’ll follow your lead and enjoy it."

"...What do you think about doing it outdoors? Heheh. Oh, then, Master, before you go."

Shaitan naturally reached up and cupped my face, and I tilted my head up slightly.

"A goodnight kiss, and a good morning one too."

Shaitan’s kiss tasted like coffee.

"...Why am I not waking up? Don’t tell me Luna didn’t bother waking me after ten minutes?"

"...Master, then let’s just do that! Nngh!"

"Fine! We go until Luna wakes me up!"

...For the full hour it took Luna to wake me up in reality, I shared countless moments with Shaitan inside the dream.

The fact that I ended up spending more time rolling around with Shaitan than on the strategy meeting was absolutely not intentional on my part. I simply didn’t feel fully rested after what was supposed to be just a quick nap, and so I slept a little longer than planned. That’s all.

***

"I feel SO GOOD!"

I woke up.

"That is such bull! I only got one hour, but you somehow got seven?! Hey, go back to sleep! I’ll fire off a uterus blast with everything I’ve got built up and wipe the slate clean!"

"Pfft. If you’re salty about it, you should’ve been born a succubus instead of an elf queen."

"What?! Did you seriously just say that?! You wanna go?!"

"I’ll fight you, in bed. Think you can beat a succubus’s technique?"

Shaitan lifted her chin with a smug expression and looked down at Luna. Compared to the one hour Luna spent riding me in cowgirl while I was passed out, it was hard not to feel a little shortchanged, even if the dream version felt more like a wet dream than the real thing. Six or seven hours of switching through every position imaginable was bound to feel like a lot more.

"...D-damn it! She’s bullying me!"

"And you were messing with my dick while I was asleep."

I did finish at least once. My dick, ever at attention, had been held in check like a faucet with the water off while I slept, only barely leaking pre-cum, and Luna had spent a full hour using me like a real dildo, riding me in cowgirl to her heart’s content while I was dead to the world.

’Thanks to that, I feel like I might actually be dead.’

I did feel refreshed, sure. But at the same time, that particular kind of backache and fatigue you get from too much rest had started creeping in. The moment I came back to consciousness, the pleasure from both Luna’s one hour and Shaitan’s six hours detonated across my entire body all at once.

’Not a cardiac arrest, more like an erotic arrest. I’ll take it.’

Pure ecstasy. The intense pleasure shooting through every inch of me was so strong I genuinely wondered if this was what people felt right before dying from too much pleasure. It was absolutely enough to force me back to consciousness, and I let it loose inside Luna.

"Hey everyone, if I ever go unconscious, just do me and wake me up that way."

"Are you insane? If you’re unconscious, all we can do is cowgirl. And you’re still asking for that?"

"...Fair point, not ideal. Ugh. Shaitan, next time, I want dual-screen."

"...Can you two stop speaking in code and explain it to me too?"

Luna bit her lip and pouted. I reached over and kneaded Luna’s chest to help cool her down. Luna had the most pride in her chest out of anyone, so having me dote on it tended to do the trick.

"I’ll invite everyone into the dream eventually. Shaitan, any issues with that?"

"Not a single one, aside from the fact that impregnation isn’t possible in dreams."

"So creampie, no pregnancy. Works for me."

Once the battle with the Halphas Legion was over, I’d go to sleep hand-in-hand with everyone, all in one bed. Seven times longer than reality, and no risk of pregnancy, the dreamworld had more than enough going for it even with that one downside.

"Alright, let’s head down. Lune must be waiting. Luna, how’s your recovery?"

"...Honestly? Nowhere close."

"Figured. Can’t be helped."

As I came out of the passage leading down to basement 1, an orc woman, Lancelot, came into view carrying a heavy load, and I licked my lips.

"Lancelot, good work. What about the others?"

"The guys are resting right now. The last Andras pair that came out was two males."

"Nothing we can do about that."

I shouldered the bundle Lancelot had brought. As solid and heavy as a chunk of rock, but soon it would weigh as much as a life.

"Luna, watch closely. Watch how the orcs of our legion protect the home that’s yours to live in."

The time for resurrection had come.

"System, activate!"

With a joyful heart, I poured the magic stones my children had brought onto the summoning circle.

"Let’s GOOO!"

[Bond Summon] Using magic stones to resurrect fallen subordinates.

Countless orcs burst out of their graves and erupted from the summoning circle.