Women’s Pleasure Dungeon – Chapter 37

Sky giggled. “Rock, we have to move one.”

“Yeah, but how could such a nice feature exist in a dungeon?” Rock looked back at the spa room with a complicated expression, scratching her head in confusion.

All three of them were freshly cleaned and shaven. The previous night, they had shaved themselves and then took long baths, once again using up all of the air pressure before finally heading back to bed. The next morning, they had stopped by one more time for yet another shower, but they didn’t stay as long this time. They had brought their outfits, and after cleaning up they quickly got dressed. Even so, they all looked reluctant to move on into the deeper parts of the dungeon.

“It’s probably just a lucky coincidence. This is a F-ranked dungeon. We can’t expect much from it.”

The girls braved the darkness. They moved at a steady pace but also kept their eyes open. When they finally came across the first pit, their scout caught it as soon as it came into view.

“Watch out, there is a pit ahead,” Drop warned.

Rock was in the lead, and she approached carefully until they were at the edge of the pit. The three of them stopped and peered down.

“This is…” Sky spoke awkwardly.

“A pit trap?” Drop finished.

Rock burst into laughter. “This dungeon is hilarious. It’s like it doesn’t even want to kill us. That’s a five-foot drop. Does it just want to bruise a knee?”

The girls could see the button of this pit. The ground, as Rock had pointed out, was only five feet down. If any of them stood in it, their heads would still show. I tried not to let their words hurt my feelings. I had added this pit as a warning. Any F-ranked party might fall in foolishly. Not everyone was as cautious as Passion’s Summit or built like Misty. Someone could break their neck over such a fall. So, this was their warning that there would be more pits ahead and their party needed to watch out.

These girls didn’t appear to care to build a bridge or put out some extending board. They just jumped over it, jokingly telling each other not to slip. They continued for another few minutes until the Drop called out the next pit. The pair went up to the next one.

“It’s deeper.” Sky made the obvious observation.

None of them could see the bottom this time. This was a sufficient twenty-foot drop.

“You think there is anything down there?” Rock asked.

“Like a trap? This is an F-ranked dungeon. It’s unlikely that these pits will do anything more than sprain an ankle.”

“Well, only one way to find out… oop!” Rock jumped into the pit, causing the other girls to cry out.

“That idiot!” Sky complained.

Rock didn’t land on the bottom though. She put out her legs and arms and pushed against the sides. She slid down but stopped about five feet above the bottom. After glancing down and confirming there were no traps, she casually hopped onto the floor.

“Are you dead?” Sky called out.

“You already said it.” Rock rolled her eyes. “This is an F-rank dungeon confirmed by a guild mistress. Do you think there are any true dangers? Besides, we’re supposed to survey the entire dungeon and assess all dangers. How can we do that if we don’t go explore everywhere?”

“Now you want to be thorough?” Sky grumbled. “It’s not like there is anything down there.”

“What can I say? I’m in a good mood. And just so you know, there is a treasure chest down here.” Rock’s eyes fell on the treasure chest hidden in a crevice. “Not bad.”

“Really, there is?” Sky’s voice sounded hopeful before turning dull again. “Nothing good, I’m sure.”

Rock ignored her friend, pulling a device out of her belt and waving it over the treasure chest. A moment later, it flashed green. With a nod, she opened up the treasure chest.

“Dungeonco Trap Detector,” Misty whispered to me from where we were watching the party from a screen I projected.

“Yeah, I got it.”

It seemed like if someone had the money, they could counter just about any trap with these Dungeonco tools. Thankfully, it seemed like every party only bought the tools they thought were important. They were probably quite pricey too. We watched as Rock opened the treasure chest and let out an exclamation of surprise. She studied the piece for a few moments.

“Hey, it’s magic armor! Leggings, with two enchantments?”

“No, way! I double enchantment armor? That’s considered C-rank minimum!” Sky dropped to all fours and looked over the edge excitedly.

“Durability and hardening, on a leather armor. It makes it as strong as steel!” Rock whistled after looking at it for a bit.

I was impressed too. It turned out that B-rank heroines were no joke. I wouldn’t expect a random heroine to be able to see through my inscription. This one was my finest work yet. I had incorporated everything I had learned from the intermediate inscriptions book River sent me. Leather wasn’t a very magical substrate for inscription, so unless you got the skin from some rare monster, two inscriptions were the limit. Double enchantment was considered the peak of intermediate inscription use while hardening was a low-level intermediate inscription.

I had cheated a little. Leggings were easier to inscribe with two inscriptions than other armor because there were two pieces. I could just do a different inscription on each legging and then link them together. Of course, it was the same with vambraces, but if I wanted to do two on a helmet or breastplate, it was still outside of my current ability. So, overall, this was my limit.

Why did I leave it as one of the first pieces? I honestly thought it would be easily surpassed here. It was meant as a motivator for someone who fell into the second pit, so they didn’t lose heart. Fall once, shame on you, fall twice, shame on me, or something like that. If they managed to pass the first pit and still fell for this one, accidentally stumbling on such nice armor would keep them from rage quitting. At least, that’s what I thought. It was a bit like designing a video game. I had to keep them hooked, both in appeal and interest.

However, when I knew a B-ranked party was coming, I assumed that they’d be like River and just blow past these pits, never realizing armor was hidden down there. Seeing Rock happily climb back up with the treasure tied to her belt made my heart hurt slightly. That was my baby, and she was walking off with it.

“Master is amazing. You learned how to make a C-ranked!” Misty misunderstood my frown and decided to compliment me.

Inscriptions technically had three metrics. The material the product was made from, the quality of the inscription, and the complexity of the inscription. All three metrics were used to decide the rank of an item. The rank also didn’t necessarily match up with the rank of a party or heroine. For example, even an A-rank heroine might be excited to find a C-rank equipment, both because of its value, and the potential uses it might have. It’s not like it was easy to have a complete set of A-rank armor designed for your specific class. Plus, other preferences might come into play.

“Let me know if you find a C-rank wristguard.” Drop didn’t seem all that interested as Rock eagerly showed off her leggings which she had already strapped to her legs, barely fitting against her thick muscles.

“They hardly fit you.” Sky looked unhappy. “Why don’t you give them to me?”

“You’re a mage, why do you need armor?” Rock snorted. “Besides, they fit way better than most armor we find. I might not even need to get them fitted when we get back. Don’t worry, we’ve already found two treasures and we’re not even done with the first floor. I’m sure we’ll get more. This place is awesome!”

Thankfully, given my history as an obese man, I always opted for plus sizes and made sure the armors I bought had extra-long straps just in case. Their desire to strip me dry though did make my heart sink, even if their presence in increasing DP would likely leave us with a net positive… It was clear that Sky was jealous. She looked at Drop for support.

“It’s the rules. Finder gets dibs, but we all get an even cut.” Drop shrugged.

Sky dropped the issue with a sigh. The three women leapt over this one pit too. They then encountered the two pits next to each other, but they didn’t fool Drop.

“Two, one after another… tricky…” Drop muttered.

“You know, I’ve been thinking.” Sky frowned. “This all seems… strange, right? How could an F-rank dungeon produce a C-rank armor?”

“What are you saying? This stuff happens all the time. The guild mistress probably just tossed out some of her stuff in here to help the little effers. It must be nice being rich.” Rock seemed unworried.

Sky chuckled. “You know, the effers probably say the same thing about us. Haven’t you heard the saying? The B in B-ranked means Bitc-“

“Yeah… yeah…” Rock waved her hand. “That’s because those F-rank sluts don’t even have the right to fraternize with an A rank. They see just enough of B-ranks to jealously want what we have. Do those bitches know how much a mortgage costs? I have to find regular work or I might end up homeless. I kind of miss the carefree days when I lived out of an inn and spent all my coin on booze and dilboys.”

“Uh… I don’t think the effers will agree.”

“Yeah, well, eff ‘em.” She let out a laugh before jumping into the next pit.

She searched both double pits, but she needed help from a rope on the last pit.

“You getting tired?” Sky teased.

“No.” Rock frowned. “They’re getting deeper. That one was thirty feet, and the edges were slicker so it was harder to climb out. It’s like each one is harder than the last.”

“Is that good?” Drop asked. “It’s easier for the F-ranked.”

Rock shot Sky a look. Meanwhile, I was sweating a bit. Did I make this dungeon too obvious? I was just trying to make it idiot-proof. I was following River’s instructions! What if these girls realized I was intelligent? What would happen? Should I kill them? No, that might be too extreme. River would come if I did that. Besides, I didn’t even spend all of the points she gave me on defense. Most of it went into that useless egg in my core room.

When they reached the final pit, Rock didn’t leap down. Instead, they lowered Sky down using the rope. Based on their conversation while they lowered her, I learned this was apparently how they usually did these things, which was part of the reason Sky was annoyed the armor wasn’t hers. Sky was lighter than Rock and shorter than Drop. Her magic sense also allowed her to easily detect traps and see in the dark. Thus, it was considered her job to check out the nooks and crannies. Had Rock not recklessly jumped down the pit, the treasure would have been hers to pick.

“Brambles,” Sky cursed, clearly hoping for more treasure. “Pull me back up.”

These girls were greedy. I had already given them two things and they wanted more. I’d go poor if every party was like them. Thankfully, they didn’t seem to recognize the plant at the bottom of the pit. It was called a Pit Viper Plant. Of course, I could also put Pit Vipers into a pit, but they made me nervous.

The plant was far easier to manage. It grew long, thin needles that resembled cactus needles even though the plant looked more like a fern. If someone landed on it, they would be in a world of hurt. It felt like a good final pit, especially since it was in view of the stairway. I thought people might get excited and run forward, accidentally falling in. This kept my dungeon as a mixture of tricks and warnings. Ultimately, if someone did make a mistake, they’d need to accept it was their fault, and not the dungeon being unfair.

That said, I grew the Pit Viper Plant for one more reason. Its needles contained a poison that was a muscle paralytic. This naturally came from the ingredients book that River provided me. Since the plant wasn’t too expensive, I just needed a simple place to put it, and using it as a pit trap seemed like a good idea. Eventually, I’d have the goblins harvest it, and we’d be able to provide jars of paralysis potion. Heroines liked to spread it on their weapons to help weaken enemies in a fight. It was just one more renewable resource.

“Well, at least this one has something. What’s that, thirty feet?” Rock counted as she put Sky on her feet, still bundled up like a pinata. “So, a five-foot pit, a twenty-foot, a twenty-foot back to back with a thirty-foot, and then a thirty-foot with brambles. Two treasures, and that room with the hot water. Nothing lethal, I guess this is an F-rank dungeon. Maybe we’re thinking too much.”

“You definitely shouldn’t,” Sky huffed as she pulled off her ropes, which were tied in a way that made her boobs pop out in a somewhat lewd way.

“I’ve got everything down.” Drop was writing in a book where she was drawing a fairly accurate map. “Shall we head to the second floor?”

“Might as well.” Rock shrugged, and the three girls headed down the stairway.

This floor was a hallway too, but it was much better lit. Where the first floor was shadowy and dark, this one could be seen clearly. I had naturally interviewed the goblin’s breeders on how they had felt about the dungeon. Some of the feedback I got was that the reason the second-level rodents were so terrifying was because of the darkness. Rodents were already somewhat unappealing to women, so shrouding them in darkness made them panic. Thus, the second floor had been reimagined in many ways.

“The floor is soft.” Sky pushed her feet against it. “It’s a sand floor.”

The floor above was rocky, but this floor was composed entirely of sand.

“That means there might be something in the ground. Remain vigilant,” Rock warned.

The three women continued cautiously. That’s when Drop pulled out her crossbow.

“It’s a rat!”

“Knew it!” Rock cursed.

Drop shot the arrow, but the rat squeaked and then immediately jumped into a hole. The crossbow barely missed it, and by the time the three girls approached, it was long gone.

“What’s with that cowardly mob?” Sky wondered out loud.

“I’d say it’s a trap, but it’s not like we can follow it through these holes,” Drop noted.

“There are holes all over the place. Now we know there are rats in them. Just be careful.”

That rat wasn’t a coward. It was just doing its job. Like the five-foot pit above, this was just a warning that there were rats in the sand, under their very feet. Since everything was so bright, the alcoves no longer made sense for ambush attacks. Instead, the rats had an entire underground network of tunnels in the sand. The party continued until a group of three rats shot out from three holes ahead and attacked. The Cherry Red girls already had their weapons out and ready. One died by crossbow before they could even get close. Rock smashed the other two with her hammer. The mage didn’t even need to use a spell.

The group continued on and were beset by another five rats, but rather than exit a hole, they erupted from the ground in a pincer attack. The girls still managed to dispatch them without anyone getting hurt. I could only sigh. Eight rats were dead just like that. Of course, my Rat King, Squee, had nearly five hundred now, hidden within the sands. Still, I wasn’t naïve, and I needed to consider my numbers when the time came that adventurers were coming regularly.

“This level is like the previous level. The encounters will grow increasingly difficult,” Rock observed.

“Isn’t this dungeon a bit too perfect? I mean, first, it gets you used to pitfalls. Now, it’s getting you used to surprise attacks. It’s like it wants you to learn from it.” Sky bit her lip.

“Hey, speaking of which, do you guys think this sand has a buried treasure? Maybe, we should start digging.”

“You’re welcome to dig up a mile of sand on your own time.” Sky sniffed. “Let’s just go.”

“I was just asking,” Rock laughed as they continued.

The answer was yes, but it wasn’t so easy to determine where it was. That first rat that escaped had the map piece on it. If they could catch it before it entered the hole, they would have the map telling them where to dig. Of course, there were also Dungeonco treasure detectors. If they used that, they’d also be able to find it with enough effort. Thankfully, this team didn’t have that and passed on the map piece, so that was one more treasure left for me.

“It’s so bright…” Sky squinted up at the ceiling. “I’m feeling warm.”

“We’re coming up on a room ahead. Be careful. I hear water,” Drop said.

The three women walked out into a massive room nearly the size of a stadium. The area they walked in was an amply lit, sand-covered beach. None of the rat holes were in this area. I had forbid them from surfacing here.  Right next to the beach coast was a massive pool of water which took up two-thirds of the entire room.

This underground water reservoir was actually where I placed my water source. It consumed a lot of mana, slowing my regen to crawl when I didn’t have heroines inside, but I made sure to get good use out of it. The water filled this reservoir but there was a horizontal slit against the far wall. Overflowing water drained over the slit, falling to the sixth floor, providing cold water for the goblin village on the way.

The 6^th floor had a magma theme now, and so the water that landed on it would heat and rise back up as hot water for the goblin village and spa room as well as steam for heating. The water that drained from the spa was then filtered and mixed back into the water source, creating a nice current of constantly moving and refreshing water that was regularly boiled and filtered.

“This is the brightest room yet…” Sky was still squinting as she couldn’t even make out the lights on the ceiling.

“And it’s hot.” Drop tried to wave her hands over her face which was turning red.

This room wasn’t heated with the steam pipes. Instead, the lights above were also radiating heat. It was somewhat expensive, but these lights emulated the sun. It was only this room that contained such high-quality lighting, but I had need for it.

“The water is cool.” Rock hadn’t hesitated to step into the beach-style pool and dip a hand into it.

“Will you ever be careful!” Sky groaned in exasperation. “For all we know, this water could be poisoned!”

“It’s fine, don’t you see the green plants over there.” She pointed to an island of flowers in the middle of the pool, a good thirty meters out. “They’d all be dead if this water was dangerous.”

“That looks suspicious too!”

“Whatever, last one there is a rotten egg!”

She suddenly tore off her clothing and armor and started running naked into the water, laughing while at it.

“H-hey! Wait for me!” Drop started stripping too.

“Tch… whatever, if we all die, I’m haunting you!” Sky began to strip too.

The new changes seemed to be working perfectly. The more distracted they became, the more dungeon points I could rake in!

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