Women’s Pleasure Dungeon – Chapter 30

“Master…”

“Don’t say it.”

The pair of us were in the boss room while a naked pregnant girl looked on vacantly, a blissful expression on her face. I couldn’t be seen since I was in spectator mode, but the girl seemed to ignore the cyclops in front of her like she wasn’t talking to him. She waited patiently, not even remotely afraid at the appearance of one who could kill her with ease. It seemed like she could tell apart the cyclops from me. More than that, she was trying to say the baby was mine!

I had never gotten into this situation before. I started to freak out. I had never even touched a woman until I came to this world. I lived in my parent’s basement! How was I supposed to deal with becoming a father? No, this baby wasn’t mine. I used the cyclops’s dick, so it was his baby! How did someone take care of a cyclops baby? Would it even be a cyclops, or some half-human, half cyclops? How the fuck do you have 1.5 eyes!

On the floor were three freshly made corpses. These heroines would soon dissolve, their bodies becoming mana and their supplies becoming part of my treasure horde, which was much more than I usually got from the worn and broken-down parties I had previously repelled. Their armor wasn’t etched from slime goo and their food stocks weren’t completely depleted. I didn’t know the name of their party, but on the surface, they brought a wealth of dungeon points and nearly pristine supplies at almost no cost. However, my worry was whether someone would come looking for them.

“Master!”

“Ah! What? What!” Misty’s loud call finally snapped out of my panic.

“The best thing Master can do is mitigate the situation. We can figure things out as we go. That other party shouldn’t be allowed to escape.”

I blinked. She was right. What I needed right now was time. If the other party left the dungeon, then the news would get out into the world. Taking a breath, I entered the goblin. The cyclops really couldn’t speak well, even under my control, but now that Gobby was a named monster, his ability to speak was rather good.

“I don’t mean you any harm,” the crazed pregnant girl said. “If I stayed in the city and they found out I was pregnant with a monster’s baby, they would kill it. That’s why I returned. I even brought you an offering. These three are new heroines. They never even registered with the guild, hoping to avoid the taxes. No one will ever track them to you. Is this offering to your favor?”

Even if their deaths wouldn’t be tracked to me, could I really trust this crazy loon? I slowly emerged from the shadows as Gobby.

“What is it that you want?” I asked through the goblin’s mouth, though the voice no longer the shrill and unpleasant voice of a goblin, but surprisingly smooth and calming.

“Are you… him?” Her eyes snapped to me fervently. “I read that… monsters are all controlled by the dungeon. If they act in any unnatural way, it’s because they are acting at the will of the dungeon itself! That’s why it must be you, right?”

“You want to stay in this dungeon?” I asked.

She nodded excitedly. ‘Yes, daddy! I want to have your babies and stay with you! My body has already been molded to your shape. I can never return to normal society again.”

“Then, go fetch the women you parted with earlier. Do not kill them! Catch them all and bring them back down here. Tie the leader up next to the bone of corruption and let her become a bit more acclimated.”

“Yes, hubby!”

My goblin brow twitched. When did I upgrade to hubby? I let her leave anyway. I wasn’t worried whether she could handle it. The return journey for The Unbroken Bond was anything but unbroken. Despite their name, the girls quickly split apart to satisfy their desires. The archer crawled away on the ice to look for her goblin partner, and the mage naturally returned to her tentacled sex toy.

The only two who continued were the leader and the white mage. The white mage would have probably stopped at the bone of corruption, but she was too weak to resist, and the leader continued pulling her along. Up in a daze, she didn’t notice the other two abandoning them.

Standing in the room next to the cyclops, I couldn’t help to compare. Gobby wasn’t nearly as strong or muscular as the cyclops, but he had intelligence. I knew that he could ‘see’ through my eyes, and knew that I had taken over his body for the moment. I felt his fervent loyalty though. He had no qualms about me controlling him. I didn’t get any complex thinking or emotions from the cyclops. Gobby was about five feet tall, so he’d probably be considered a short king. He also had a proper six-inch cock.

I couldn’t help but feel slightly annoyed. When I asked Diamond about an avatar, she had come up with the cyclops. A goblin champion was far closer to standard human dimensions though. Then again, the goblin champion was a sentient creature, not a beast, so controlling it felt a bit odd. Although, like I said, Gobby was completely happy with me using his body, I could sense an undeniable trace of nervousness. No, a goblin champion wouldn’t work as a permanent avatar.

I sighed and left the goblin, giving him and Sandy orders to remove the dead bodies of the heroines the pregnant girl killed. They’d be gone in a few days anyway. I didn’t care where they ended up as long as they were out of sight.

“What is your plan, Master?” Misty asked as I returned to my room.

“I was just thinking,” I told her. “The Rat King can bring rats into the dungeon and make them part of the dungeon. This can be done DP-free, right?”

She nodded. “The Rat King has the power to control the rats.”

“Well, my goblin is now a Goblin Champion. That probably means he has the strength to control a goblin tribe, right?”

“Oh? Is that why Master made him a named goblin? You think ahead.”

“Of course.” I coughed, not daring to admit it was an accident, I decided to just run with it. “Anyway, that girl looks to be six months pregnant, but it’s not been a fraction of that time.”

“Monster babies do gestate much quicker than normal children. This is how the guild can determine if a woman becomes knocked up.”

“So, this kind of thing is normal?” I asked her. “Will they be halfbreeds?”

She shook her head. “Monsters can reproduce with humans, but you only get more monsters. Such instances happen. The dungeon guild has a ‘don’t ask, don’t tell’ policy when it comes to such things. You can get a baby removed magically and discretely without anyone knowing.”

“And what do you make of her?” I had brought up the screen of the pregnant woman.

She had taken the archer by surprise and knocked her out, currently leaving her in a bag, ready for to collect. I sent Gobby to collect them and bring them back down to the boss room.

“She is… broken,” Misty spoke awkwardly. “Some end up like this, although it’s very rare for someone F-ranked. There are usually all kinds of safety precautions to protect new heroines.”

Such safety precautions wouldn’t work when it came to me. No one expected an F-ranked dungeon to have intelligence.

“She hasn’t become a demon though.”

“This… I do not know why. Perhaps, she doesn’t meet the conditions necessary for demonification.”

I nodded. “Perhaps, you have to be a certain rank for that too.”

As we watched Gobby bringing the archer back down, Misty glanced back at me. “What do you plan to do with them?”

“I’m pretty sure tentacle monsters can’t get someone pregnant, nor can bones. However, the archer has played with that goblin quite a lot. That makes me think there is a high likelihood she’s carrying a goblin junior. How do goblin pregnancies work?”

“Goblins grow incredibly fast. They only take about a month. The mother usually puts out a liter of five or six. Based on the availability of supplies, only one or two make it to adulthood.”

“Let’s assume I can provide for the goblins. They’ll all reach adulthood. In that case, how large is a goblin village?”

“Goblin villages vary in size. In an F-rank dungeon, never more than five or six. However, in higher-ranked dungeons, you can see villages with hundreds of goblins. These are some of the most dangerous levels to pass. They are even used as boss levels sometimes.”

“Then, that is my goal.”

“You want to make a goblin village, master?”

I nodded. “It’s about time I added another floor. I’m going to expand this floor into a goblin village. Those girls are going to be the mothers of my new tribe. Goblin villages have to capture humans for breeding, right? I was thinking this could justify having them.”

“Although a dungeon capturing humans is a sign of intelligence, the goblins may do this naturally, even in a low-rank dungeon.” Misty looked at me with surprise. “However, if anyone finds the captured F-rank adventuress, you won’t be able to avoid being seen as a D-rank dungeon.”

“That’s okay,” I responded. “I’ve been thinking about it a while and given the number of people who have been killed or repelled, the guild might get suspicious anyway. As long as we don’t get seen as a C-rank dungeon, they shouldn’t assign us for destruction. The presence of a goblin village would explain everything. As a dungeon, I might not have even been involved. How could I help a random goblin champion enter and set up residence, right?”

Misty gasped. “That is what people would assume. Normally, a dungeon can’t grow this quickly otherwise.”

I nodded. I had been wanting to come up with a justified way to keep heroines locked up as DP dumps for a while now. The cyclops proved to be a bit too much, but if I could build up a village of goblins, they would scavenge for food and water and thus be able to take care of the human breeders. Any heroine that arrived would just assume they stumbled into the village unprepared and were captured. Furthermore, they could free them, which would act as yet another reward.

I didn’t plan to leave it just with that. Upon reaching the end of the village, I’d keep a small treasury. If I could convince them this was the final boss room, they might just turn back here and not end up so close to my home. The stairway would be hidden in the goblin champion’s hut, and so Gobby would be the final boss they’d need to pass to continue to the sixth floor.

Of course, I wouldn’t have Gobby risk his life. He’d have a means of escape if defeated. I planned to alter the room so that the goblins could live peacefully in alcoves. Only a few goblins would appear at a time, just like the rats for the Rat King. This would keep the entire colony from being wiped out by one abnormally strong heroine. They could also depend on sneak attacks and attack strategies. I’d let Gobby figure all that out. This was supposed to be a village of his making, not mine.

One thing I would add though, is that wherever we put the captured women, I’d add another evil bone. This one wouldn’t be filled with sexual desire, but rather motherly feelings. I already had one crazy pregnant girl. I’d give her the bone for a while, and eventually, it would reinforce a feeling of motherly love from the women having babies. This would keep them there longer and make them more receptive to being breeders.

This was my short-term goal, but I was also thinking about the future. Eventually, I’d build up to level ten. Number ten would be my new boss’s room, and five would then function as the 5^th level boss. The goblins could function as a servant class. Not only could they make forage for food, but perhaps I’d be able to make them mine and forge armor. The goblin village would become a source of extra treasures without spending a single DP!

However, that was just an idea I had. There was no saying it’d be able to come to fruition. Only time and effort would tell. The crazy girl knocked out each of the Unbroken Bond girls with ease. Even the leader who was the most coherent barely managed a struggle before she took a blow to the head and dropped like a sack.

Meanwhile, I began executing my plan. I couldn’t work on a level that had a heroine on it, so I made sure all the important stuff changed first. The unconscious girls were left on the fourth floor until the new floor was done.

With the help of the goblin champion, all of them were brought back down to the boss level, and placed within the bone cages that once held Passion Summit’s party. This time, I put the cages all together. Rather than giving them a feeling of hopelessness, I instead gave them a sense of familiarity. When one girl acted like a slut, the other girls would feel compelled to act like sluts, classic frat party rules. Of course, this also put them all next to the bone which was carefully placed out of their reach above the cage.

I also ordered the crazy pregnant girl into a cage. She didn’t resist at all, willingly going back in. This time, I had all of the camping supplies from the deceased team, so they were each given clothing, bedding, and food. I had expanded the size of the cages quite a bit, and they were more like small dormitories than cells. With that, I gave the goblin orders to get to work.

The new floor took advantage of the pillars from the previous boss room and then modified things. One would enter a zigzagging path lined with torches. There were several makeshift tents, also taken from the adventurers, which would serve as goblin homes, but they also served to hide small alcoves where goblins could hide. This would help me to build up and maintain their numbers and allow them to be quickly replenished in between dungeon raids.

There was a well-constructed well with a bucket to fetch water and even a central bonfire. I created a latrine too, which wouldn’t just serve as the place for the goblin’s waste, but also for anyone else who needed to use the bathroom inside the dungeon from now on. The goblins would eventually have the responsibility to sweep up and dispose of it there. The ceiling was fitted with a ventilation system to keep the air clean, and the fire served to warm up this area considerably. Of course, once the adventurer’s supply ran out, we’d need to worry about fetching wood.  I had never been concerned about temperature before, but when I was inside the goblin, I realized that it was a bit chilly underground.

Food would eventually be a problem. I didn’t want to provide food for all of these budding goblins or their mothers. The supplies from the heroines would only last so long. Thus, I searched through the dungeon store for solutions. After spending everything to build up the goblin village, I still had a good 10,000 DP and rising thanks to my four guests. You had to spend money to make money, and I considered the goblin village a future investment so I was willing to be a bit more generous.

The best thing I could find was a rapidly growing mushroom. The spores were cheap, and it said it could grow in any damp, cool place. Thus, I created a small chamber to the side of the village through one of the hidden alcoves and then filled it with mushroom spores. I built a leach field for the latrine directly under the spore room, so it remained damp and the soil would continually be renewed. What? This is how every modern septic tank was designed. Look it up.

With all of that handled, I waited for the girls to wake up.

Once the girls were conscious and aware of their predicament, the goblin champion appeared. He entered the crazy pregnant girl’s cage first and then had his way with her. She enthusiastically took his dick but almost seemed disappointed that it wasn’t the cyclops ploughing her this time. Although the cyclops was technically her baby daddy, I had a strategy at play, and the cyclops might upset that strategy.

After the goblin had his fill of the crazy pregnant girl, he left for a bit. Once he recovered, he returned, and this time he advanced on the archer. She panicked at first, but when she looked into his eyes, she seemed to realize he was the goblin lover from before. He gave her a slight nod, and her resistance faded. Soon, the two were making passionate love right in front of the other girls.

This was the strategy I was depending on. In a way, these girls produced a good demonstration of their purpose and direction in this dungeon. The crazy girl was the late-term pregnant girl who already come to terms with her lot as a babymaker. The archer was the girl who craved goblin dick and might already be with child. The white mage was only obsessed with dick and didn’t care where it came from. The black mage was hopelessly addicted to pleasure, and although the species changed, she’d more than likely adapt. Then, there was the leader, who was the most resistant.

By watching each girl fall from most amendable to least, when the time came when Gobby stood before the leader of the Unbroken Bond, she would have accepted her lot in life. In that way, all of the girls would become goblin breeders.

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