Lewd Dungeon Master: This Orc Is Too Damn OP!-Chapter 246: So Much More Delicious Now!

Shax was never originally the cockatrices’ commander.

To be precise, the Shax who had led the cockatrice unit was not the current Shax. The previous Shax had been an evolved cockatrice just like the rest of the unit, and had been killed after losing to the Halphas Legion.

And so the dungeon master name ’Shax’ passed down to the current Shax. Halphas bestowed the name Shax onto his daughter, the penguin, and Shax went on to command the cockatrices like her own soldiers, making her mark in battles across the board.

The cockatrice unit under her had no choice but to swear loyalty to Shax as their dungeon master. Shax herself commanded them capably enough, but she didn’t know the fundamental truth.

That to the cockatrices, the penguin was the daughter of the one who killed the previous Shax.

If not for the system’s stranglehold of dungeon master authority, the cockatrices would never have left Halphas’s daughter, who had killed their parent figure, alone.

The greatest revenge available to them had always been killing Shax, but they had now discovered a new form of violation.

Taking her.

The cockatrices had achieved a new enlightenment. The orc was weaker than Shax, but he had pinned her under his weight without a word of hesitation and shoved his dick inside her.

[But aren’t they different species?]

Not one second of hesitation like that. From the start, the orc had been loaded with intent to violate Shax, and Shax had been defeated, not by pain but by pleasure, because of the orc’s scheming, and passed out.

The humiliating defeat of a dungeon master.

The penguin losing to an orc. That loss being a forced violation in front of her own subordinates. And the fact that Shax ultimately couldn’t endure the pleasure and ’passed out.’ All of that combined made the cockatrices lose it.

[I want a turn too!]

[This is the true revenge for the previous Shax!]

The cockatrices were already running hot from battle, and that heat started flowing in a very wrong direction. The root of it was, of course, the orc’s desires, but nobody could stop the cockatrices’ rampage now.

"SHIIIT!!"

The orc grabbed Shax and ran. Even while running, he didn’t pull out. The cockatrices were simultaneously in awe of the orc’s total commitment to violating Shax and completely unable to suppress their own instincts.

[If an orc gets to have a taste of Shax, why not me?]

SCREEEEEE!!

The cockatrices chased the orcs up the stairs to basement 1. The orcs were doing everything they could to hold them back, but there was no real way to stop cockatrices that had literally lost their minds.

SCREEEEE!!

One cockatrice at the front leaped up the staircase. The only cockatrice to have set foot on Rok’s dungeon floor 1 had eyes only for Shax, bouncing up and down above the orc’s shoulder. The cockatrice pushed its steel-hard beak forward and tore down the corridor.

SCREEEEE!!

"AAAARGH!"

The speed of the cockatrice’s charge was beyond imagination. At this pace it could probably run across the surface of water, and that speed was enough that even the orc and the elf running beside him could barely react.

SCREEEEE!!

The cockatrice tried to drive its beak into the orc’s back. Remove the orc, and Shax would be all its.

It would die with its beak buried in Shax if it had to. That would be the way to soothe the vengeful spirit of the previous Shax, and the ultimate insult to Halphas, who had killed the previous Shax. The cockatrice gathered all its strength into both legs and launched itself high into the air for the final step.

CLANG--!!

And in front of the cockatrice was a swarm of ghouls in stocking armor. They stretched out their characteristically long arms like a net and caught the cockatrice.

SCREEEEE!!

The cockatrice’s spinning beak nearly grazed the orc’s back. The orc panted like he’d aged ten years, and from beside him a robed mage walked up at a completely unhurried pace.

[Cockatrices after Pale Riders. Master, I apologize for the trouble. Leave the rest to us now.]

"Rastujad!"

The orc brightened immediately and pointed at the cockatrices.

"We’re frying and eating all of them, so snap every one of their necks!!"

[As you command.]

On the orc’s order, Rastujad flicked a finger and issued orders to the ghouls.

[Our legion’s master commands it. Wring their necks. And, Master.]

Rastujad raised the grimoire and pointed at a cockatrice.

[What do you say to turning them into ghouls and causing some infighting?]

"Hmm..."

The orc seemed to have gotten his composure back; he licked his lips while giving Shax a lazy thrust.

"If they’re ghouls, butchering them for meat gets weird... Eh, sure! It’s better than having our own soldiers die for nothing! Rastujad! Hases! Go link up with the orcs and wipe them all out!"

Creak, creak.

A ghoul knight in tattered steel armor strode forward and grabbed a cockatrice by the neck.

SCREEEEE!

The cockatrice, in its final moments with its vision going red, kept its eyes fixed on Shax swaying behind the orc’s back until the last breath left its body.

***

"Dad!!"

Meri ran toward me with an emotional face, then froze. ...I was still holding Shax in my arms, patting her ass. That was just what needed to happen. I called out boldly to the subordinates whose expressions were doing all kinds of things.

"This is how I knocked her out and won!"

"Shouldn’t you put her down and tie her up now?"

Luna, barely managing to sit up from the bed, brought over a vine rope and gave me the look. I’d only finished inside her once so far, but with Luna, Shaitan, and now even Meri watching, it was tough to keep going with Shax.

"Ugh..."

I carefully set Shax down on the ground. The moment I pulled out, Shax’s walls started convulsing and began pushing my cum back out in gushes. Given how much fluid Shax already had going on, the whole cavity was starting to fill with a very indecent smell.

"Sorry you had to walk in on this, Meri."

"It’s fine. We won no matter how it happened, so that’s what counts. What about the rest?"

"Orcs, ghouls, and Flare Panteras in a mixed unit are hunting down the cockatrices as we speak. Three to a cockatrice: cooperative hunting."

Shaitan reported on the basement 1 situation through the system. Thanks to my mad sprint through the cavity, the cockatrices had been stretched out in a single line, and our subordinates were taking advantage of that to surround them and fight multiple-on-one.

"The balance is quite solid. Ghouls tanking up front, orcs attacking from behind, and Flare Panteras suppressing from range with fire."

"Perfect tank-DPS setup. Right, once the commander’s gone, they fall apart into a rabble."

I tapped Shax’s leg with my foot. Her body was still burning hot, but there was no sign she was coming to anytime soon.

"Anyway, Meri, how did you even make it out here?"

"I didn’t come alone. I ran here with Lime and the slime dragons. And with those."

Meri pointed to the magic stones scattered beside the summoning facility. The pile was enough to fill one Big Slime, and I stared at it, floored.

"Where did all these magic stones come from?"

"Stocking sales. A lot of people wanted to pay in magic stones."

"...Good thinking. You smoothed it over well?"

"Yes. I told them it’d be used for monster extermination research in collaboration with the Mage Tower and they were happy to trade."

If I’d known they’d sell this well, I should’ve priced the stockings higher. I was genuinely surprised at how much better they’d moved than expected, and the moment I looked at the scattered stones I couldn’t help but smile. Scattered among the massive pile of low-grade magic stones were mid-grade stones here and there.

"Hahaha! Mid-grade stones too! So that’s how you revived Rastujad!"

"Being three stars, revival had been impossible until now, but Meri happened to bring these just in time. Revived immediately."

Shaitan had followed through exactly as we’d discussed beforehand and prioritized Rastujad’s revival. We’d agreed to revive immediately upon getting mid-grade stones, but I never imagined we’d obtain them this way.

"So how many mid-grade stones are left?!"

"...About ten, that’s it. There were more, but quite a few were used on Rastujad’s revival."

"Rastujad’s worth every one of them."

Rastujad alone could turn all thirty-five remaining cockatrices into ghouls if we wanted. That would fall short for a one-cockatrice-per-person situation, but cockatrices are big enough that it probably wouldn’t matter much.

"Shaitan. Contact Gremory and ask them to send either Galahad or Guinevere. Same as what we did with Amy; I’ll apply the same treatment to this one."

"I see, keeping divine power near her at all times to keep her in a constant state of distress? Understood."

"...Wouldn’t it just be easier to keep going at this point?"

Luna pointed to the human adventurers resting in the cavity. They were eyeing Shax and swallowing hard, and I didn’t like that.

"No. She’s a once-in-a-while find, so I want first dibs for a while. She’s Halphas’s daughter, you know. Feels wasteful to just let her go."

"...Looks like we’re getting another bed."

"Not sure yet. Depends on how she handles herself."

I picked up the unconscious Shax and yanked the penguin costume off in one pull. Unlike what I expected, she had absolutely nothing on underneath. Shax’s stomach was coated with the cum I’d left inside her. And what really caught my eye above all else was the area above her stomach.

"...Is that her back?"

A vast plain stretched out in all directions; calling it a washboard would’ve been generous. There were definitely nipples, but not even a hint of hills. If anything, the cum I’d left on her stomach was sitting higher.

"...Even hardcore flat-chest fans would be devastated."

"...Master."

Lune pointed at Shax’s body with a serious face.

"What if the upper body is male and only the parts below are female?"

"So that’s why she walks around hiding behind a costume. ...Oh my. How tragic."

"...O goddess."

Everyone offered a moment of silence for Shax’s plains. I found myself genuinely torn over whether to keep Shax for myself or put her to use among the subordinates.

"...Well, she’ll fill out a bit once she’s pregnant, right!"

"You intend to plant seeds, then?"

"She’s a dungeon master’s daughter. Five stars, isn’t she. Surely better than those nagas at any rate."

No need to kill her right away or treat her roughly; how to handle Shax can wait until after the war is over. I stared at Shax’s body for a good long while, and an idea came to mind.

"...Alright, let’s put her in concrete. Lime!"

I called in the best sculptor there was for Shax’s sake. Lime, who’d come with the slime dragons, understood my intention immediately and started digging down into the ground.

"Okay then, I’d like to properly violate her now, but..."

I looked around at my subordinates and asked.

"Anyone willing to lend me their chest?"

***

Caw, caw.

Hundreds of crows flew through the dungeon, restless with unease. They were watching one being carefully, and the black crow perched at the top of the great tree in the center of the cavity was staring at something deep in thought.

"...Pale Riders annihilated. Cockatrices dying in real time. Amy’s detachment force... no word at all."

At the crow’s calm, emotionless voice, not just the other crows but every single monster in the cavity, in the entire dungeon, held its breath.

"Shax and Amy are the only ones still alive. Every route has been cut off."

"Wh... Lord Halphas. It may be too soon to—"

"No. If Andras has truly reached five stars, there’s every possibility of becoming that strong. Not easy after all. Is it because of the alliance with Gremory? Tch."

Halphas flapped its wings and reviewed the full list that had come up through Bond Summon. Furcas and many other subordinates had died, but none of them would be able to give Halphas what was most desperately needed.

Information.

There was a severe lack of it. But Halphas couldn’t afford to waste soldiers just to gather intel.

"Can’t be helped. No unnecessary risks. Begin preparations to fortify."

"...What do you intend to do about Lady Shax?"

"Shax?"

Halphas clicked its beak with a look of complete indifference.

"What does it matter. She lost because she was weak. All I need is Andras."

"...Yes."

The golden-haired woman prostrated at Halphas’s side lowered her head with a downcast expression. Halphas was obsessed with Andras to the point of cutting off even a biological daughter without a second thought, and was careful, so deeply careful.

"Heh heh, Andras is strong enough to take down even Shax. How wonderful. Tastier now, yes? So much more delicious than before, yes?! Hee, HEEEEE!!"

Halphas flapped its wings and shrieked toward the ceiling.