Women’s Pleasure Dungeon – Chapter 35

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!” A scream echoed throughout the vacant underground village.

Tap. Tap. Tap. The sound of feet on the floor, clicking back and forth.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Tap. Tap Tap.

“Relax, Gobby,” I told him. “It’ll be fine… we have the best.”

“Is that what you’re calling it?” Diamond asked, crossing her arms on her now-regrown body.

“Shut up!” I snapped back, but I noticed even Misty was giving me a questioning look.

In truth, I had no clue what I was doing, and I was only keeping it together because the consequences weren’t that great. Besides, I had to show a strong front for Gobby. Maybe, I should just go in and look. Seeing as I was in spectator mode, the entire dungeon was my world. I was able to enter the Gobby’s hut with ease. He had expanded it quite a bit in the last few weeks. Despite being made of animal furs and sticks, it had a central common area and several bedrooms. The screaming was coming from one of these bedrooms.

As soon as I glanced inside, I recoiled in disgust. There was so much blood!

“Ahhhh! Where is he? Where’s that fucking monster! He did this to me!” A red-faced Archer shouted.

“Hoo, hooo, heee, heee,” a girl in a nurse outfit spoke next to her, “hooo, hooo, heee…”

The archer squeezed her hand and nodded. “Hee… heee… hooo. Awww, it hurts! How much longer?”

A creature with a lizard-like face lifted its head from between her legs. It then held up four clawed fingers.

“F-four minutes? Thank gods…”

The kobold glanced at me helplessly. I coughed.

“He says, you’re four inches dilated. It means you can start pushing.”

“St-start?” she cried. “I want them out of me!”

“Then start pushing!” I snapped, before clearing my nonexistent throat.

I knew I shouldn’t yell just because I was stressed. She was pregnant and afraid. It was just Sandy and the kobold with her, and Sandy had limited vocabulary while the kobold couldn’t speak at all. Why was the kobold there? Well, as the girls got closer and closer to their due date, Diamond pointed out that none of us had any idea how to birth even a normal human child, let alone a goblin. Back in the day, dying during childbirth was quite common.

Thus, I did the only thing I could think to do and looked for a mob that would contain the relevant information. The only mob that looked even remotely promising was something called a Kobold healer. Kobold were pretty much goblins themselves. I mean, they were both green and short. Kobolds were supposedly quite good with their clawed hands though, so two days after this one came into being, he needed to successfully bring a heroine through labor.

Hopefully, he proved useful, because we’d be needing him three more times in the next week or so. The archer was merely the furthest along in the pregnancy. The white mage, the black mage, and the leader were nearing their full term goblin pregnancies too.

There was also the girl from Passion’s Summit, but she was pregnant with a different type of monster. The cyclops had a much longer incubation period than the goblins. If that wasn’t the case, wouldn’t it make way more sense to pop out five cyclops? It was because I could generate an entire community of goblins in under two months that made this all worth it. It was about a month for pregnancy, and then another month until they were grown up enough to be considered adults. This barely gave me enough time to have them ready by the time people started arriving according to River.

“Okay… okay…” she whimpered. “Please, please don’t leave me.”

I couldn’t help but let out a sigh. “Alright, just breathe slowly like Sandy is showing you. Hold her hand. Yes, put your legs up. Inhale, and when you’re ready to push it out, exhale.”

It wasn’t my intention to be her Lamaze partner. Why weren’t the other girls there? They were outside, anxiously waiting for the results. The archer’s success or failure would set the mood for the rest of them. If she died in childbirth, it’d mean that they were likely all going to die. Such things could be done safely in a village with professional doctors, but birthing babies in dungeons was just not done. Even then, the doctors on the surface worked to save the mother, not both. The babies rarely survived the births when the mom survived. Thus, we didn’t have any confidence this would work, as it was all in theory.

In case things went south, we didn’t want the other pregnant mothers seeing how bad this first birth had gone. At best, they might panic and go into premature labor. At worst, they might give up all hope and die off one after another. This is something none of us wanted. If they successfully made goblin babies, then we’d have everything we needed to keep making more.

How did I know so much about babies? When you’re bored and online, you watch all kinds of videos. I won’t defend myself. I whacked off to a few birthing videos. I had a fantasy about orgasmic births briefly. What? Everyone is allowed on weird fetish on the internet. At least I didn’t get into scat play or licking women’s feet.

“I’m ready… I’m ready…”

“Breath-in and…. Push!” Since I had no physical body, I was just projecting my voice, but I couldn’t help but tense with everyone else as she began to push.

“Ahhh! Haaaaaaa!” She moaned as she pushed.

“Okay okay, get a breath, breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, hold it… now breathe out and push!”

I kept speaking, going on and on as she pushed. Nearly an hour later, even I felt sweaty, and I didn’t have a body! She was completely drenched from head to toe, her body haggard.

“Okay… this is the last one!” I declared.

“The last push?”

“Uh… that too. In, out! Push!”

She let out one more weak scream, and then her legs collapsed. She was breathing hard, panting as she collapsed. After a moment, she spoke.

“I… I want to see it.”

“Um…” I looked down at the shriveled green thing.

“I want to see what came out of me!”

“Do it,” I told the kobold.

He nodded and lifted a little form wrapped in a blanket. It was green and shriveled, with large black eyes. As she held it in her arms and looked into it, her body shook.

“It’s… it’s…”

I winced, waiting for her to freak out over the ugly abomination that came out of her.

“It’s beautiful!” She broke into tears. “This is my baby? I’ve never loved anything more in my life!”

I let out a breath of relief. It seemed like my worries were unfounded. It turned out that no matter how ugly, a mother would love anything that came out of her.

“In that case, you’ll probably like the rest of them too!”

“R-rest?” she asked weakly.

The kobold put another one in her free arm, and then another, and another, and another. Her eyes widened as she was loaded up with seven little green men.

“Th-these are all mine?” she asked in disbelief. “They all came out of me?”

“Well, they didn’t come out of anyone else!” I joked, noticing Sandy looking between the goblins and then me.

She pointed to her stomach. “Pregnant?”

“No! I’m not getting you pregnant! I don’t even think that’s possible!”

She puffed out her cheeks unhappily, but I didn’t care. I went out and called for Gobby. He stopped pacing and ran into her room. The other girls all came behind him, although they moved slower, holding their massive bloated stomachs.

“Hubby!” The archer smiled happily when Gobby walked in. “Look!”

Gobby moved up to her and then they exchanged a quick peck. He then looked over and admired the goblin babies. He looked especially proud of himself.

“How do you feel?” the white mage asked the brave first mother.

“Like I pushed out seven coconuts through my huha,” she responded, and the girls laughed.

The tense atmosphere dissippated just like that, even as the kobold used some healing spell and helped clean her up. When he finished, he merely gave me a nod and then went to a corner to wait. It wasn’t like he had been created for any other purpose in this dungeon. By then, the girls were all chatting happily and freely, and it seemed like every one of them was holding a goblin.

“I wish I had more nipples,” the archer confessed, trying to feed two of them while the others started to grow fussy. “We’ll have to come up with something else.”

Sandy glanced at them and then lifted her shirt. She grew another set of boobs, and then another. She stopped when she had eight boobs running down her entire front.

“Will those things work?” one of the girls asked.

Sandy thought about it for a moment, then nodded.

“Then, I guess we have a backup nursemaid.” She laughed.

“I still want to try myself first.” The archer smiled happily.

“Hey, what are you going to name them?” the black mage asked.

The girls all looked at Gobby, who puffed out his chest proudly. “Gobby!”

“We can name one Gobby… sure…”

He cocked his head and pointed to each one. “Gobby one, Gobby two, Gobby three…”

“Absolutely Not!” The archer cried out and then coughed. “I mean, we’ll discuss it later.”

I didn’t care to know their names. They were all just free labor for me. The girls made the goblins, and then the goblins would maintain the architecture of my dungeon. As I headed outside of the tent, Misty and Diamond were still awaiting there, two beautiful heroines, although completely different in every way.

“What are you looking at?” Diamond asked.

“Master…” Misty blushed.

“It’s time to start planning the renovation,” I told them.

I had waited until after we had some goblins. I did that for a few reasons. One, I needed a break. After River forced me to fight for my life, I felt like I needed some time. Many of the monsters needed time to heal, and the rat population needed time to regrow. The other reason is that some of my plans would eventually need to depend on goblins. I also was waiting for River’s promised package.

I had checked the entrance a short moment ago, and some magical portal had opened, and a package appeared. There were several books in it. The first was named intermediate inscription. This would contain the higher-tier inscription patterns and the techniques needed to make them. The second book was a monster glossary, but rather than weaknesses, it gave lists of components that could be acquired from it. I flipped through it quickly and saw tons of cool stuff that I could get from monsters I could make. It didn’t mention the evil bone mana or the tentacles cream, so those must have been things that the dungeon guild didn’t know about.

The final one was a recipe book for making various types of inscription inks as well as where to get the necessary ingredients. Apparently, at the intermediate level, the type of ink used was almost as important as the symbols drawn. To be economical, it’d be best if I could produce my own ink. Thankfully, the package included a basket full of various inks to practice with. It was enough to last me months, but River was also thoughtful enough to include seeds for some of the more common plants used in the inking process. Even if I couldn’t make the ink completely myself, I could lessen the cost.

“How many points do you have now?” Diamond asked as I was considering my next steps.

“After getting the kobold healer and recovering your body, I currently have 325,312 dungeon points.

“A third of a million… not bad. Anything worth 100,000 points?”

“A… young wyvern… a lich, or a vampire king? Not even a dragon?”

“Not even a… do you know how powerful a dragon is?” Diamond glared. “If you had a dragon in this dungeon, you wouldn’t even need to be afraid of River. None of those are bad though… If you get those three as bosses, you’d be a certified A-rank dungeon.”

‘River doesn’t want an A-ranked dungeon, she wants something for F-ranked heroines to enjoy.”

“Tch… whatever, are you going to be the guild’s bitch then?”

“No, but we need to play along for now or things might get dangerous.” I shrugged. “Besides, I won’t be able to afford any of those monsters.”

“Huh? Why not?”

“There is… a 250,000 point tier…” I said uncertainly.

“A quarter mill? What do you want that’s a quarter mill? “Diamond demanded.

“As I…. continue to build my dungeon, my monsters all seem to develop wills of their own. I can use their bodies occasionally, but it always feels like I’m cheating them by taking over their body. As for myself, I can’t interact with the world. I’m just a ball in a room. I can talk, but I can’t touch the world.

Diamond’s eyes narrowed. “You mean that you can’t fuck women.”

I coughed. “What are you saying? I just want to play a more active role in my own life.”

“So, you want a new monster to inhabit? What? Is there some perfect choice at 250,000 points?”

“Yeah… something like that.” I didn’t expect Diamond to understand.

I planned to do things as meagerly as possible. The amount of points I got from River was more bribe than what was necessary for me to do the upgrades demanded of me. I also wondered if it wasn’t a bit of a test. If I turned around a built a fortress against her wishes, I had a feeling River would return with her true body and eliminate me. I didn’t have Diamond’s blind confidence that I could take her, even with another few months to prepare and the points she left. She did say it was only a small fraction of her total power.

So, if this was a test, then splurging and creating some mega dungeon might upset her. In which case, wouldn’t it be better to use those points for myself? If I subtracted 250,000, I’d still have 75,000  points. Each additional floor cost 500 more than the previous floor. So, my 6^th floor cost 2,500 points, so taking it to eleven floors as River requested would take 20,000 points. That still left me with 50,000 points to upgrade my current floors and add five new ones.

The plan was pretty simple, the first five would end with the gobby as the 5^th level boss. Then, they would have another five floors ending with another boss. At that point, they’d have the fake treasure room and fake core, just like we had used with River. Meanwhile, the 11th floor will be set up as our living space. By ours, I meant Misty, Sandy, Diamond, and me. Cyclops would continue to be our guard too.

“Are you even planning on staying?” I asked Diamond.

“It’s not like I have much of a choice,” she huffed. “River has probably already given my identity over to the guild. I’d be a wanted criminal!”

“I don’t think River would do that…” Misty stated.

“Shut up! What do you know? I said I’m staying so I’m staying, you got it? It’s not because I felt lonely up there and missed this stupid perverted place.”

“I didn’t say anything.” Misty tilted her head.

Diamond glared at me, but I quickly left before she could say something that might hurt my feelings. Besides, I had measurements to take and plans to push into motion. One of the first plans was a means of sending the rats out to gather supplies. With all those goblins, food was going to become a bigger issue, and rats made good scavengers.

Having been thinking about the problem for a few weeks now, I had a solution. I ended up purchasing a couple of small sacks using the DP. I was also able to get spider thread and porcupine quill. These were products I could harvest from monsters, but that part would come later. For the moment, I used the thread and quill as a needle and thread, and I carefully redid the sacks so they could be attached to the back of the rats.

I pulled out my inscription work and then using the tentacle monster, I began to practice. I practiced on other objects first to make sure I could do it, and after about a day of work, I finally got three packs that had a weight reduction spell that applied to anything put inside the bag. Strapping those bags to the three largest rats, they could go out while the small rats loaded them up and then they’d bring back whatever they could find.

After that was settled, it gave me some ideas which I put to use on the new levels. During this time, each of the girls fell into labor and had their babies. The white mage ended up having five babies, the black mage popped out four, and the leader had six. Twenty-two goblin children in all. Unfortunately, there were only eight boobs between the four moms. Even with Sandy helping out, there were more babies than boobs.

I eventually constructed an outfit using waterskin bladders attached to nipples. Once someone wore it, they could also feed eight babies. This was naturally given to Gobby, who was the only one small enough to fit in it, but strong enough to lift it when it was filled with milk. Keeping the babies fed was a full-time job for everyone. Poor Sandy could mimic boobs and make milk on command, but after a month of this… she started to look a bit like a deflated balloon.

I mostly focused on my renovations, and it was enough to keep me busy all day. When they were finally finished, I still had 250,000 points remaining. I looked at the option remaining, took a breath, and then selected it. That option was called Avatar. It created an Avatar, a physical body specifically for the dungeon. It would have the appearance that I selected upon purchasing it. It was as powerful as the dungeon and had no personality or mind other than my own. I could control it and control the dungeon at the same time. However, if it was just that, why would it be so expensive? I could always just inhabit some monster, right?  It was because it could do one thing nothing else could.

An avatar could leave the dungeon.

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