Chapter 103 - Scorched Earth Policy and Guerrilla Warfare
So, what exactly was this "Dungeon Desiccation" that the genius researcher Beaker proposed?
Through her endless research, Beaker has maintained a level of technology one or two generations ahead of the rest of the world. It seems she already has a firm grasp on the origins and structural principles of dungeons.
Her plan was to take a little extra effort to temporarily attenuate the dungeon’s structural recovery ability. If we then hunted every monster and gathered every scrap of material inside, the dungeon would be left as an empty shell. No matter how deep anyone delved, there would be absolutely nothing to gain.
I’d heard that even the training dungeon managed by the Royal Academy was technically unable to maintain its structure since its core was gone, but it was preserved using special technology, with Minosynkellus playing the role of a makeshift boss. I bet that technology was born from Beaker’s research, too. Thinking about it again, Beaker is truly incredible.
Anyway, to realize her vision, we first needed to sweep the dungeon clean. We had to slaughter every monster, gather every herb, and mine every vein of ore. Not a single blade of grass was to be left behind!
"And who exactly is going to do that?"
"We are."
That’s right: the "Sao’s Harem" circle.
That was our purpose for coming to this city in the first place. Beaker’s promise to "make sure everyone is satisfied" was the real deal. Lady Staff and the others confident in negotiation immediately went to work, and they struck a deal: the Kingdom would buy every single material we harvested at our asking price! All that was left was to pillage and reap!
"Alright! Everyone, let’s goooo! Our target is the down payment for our mansion!!"
"YEAAAAHHH!!"
The women who adored me—and had surrendered their chastity to me—were fired up. At first, I was worried about their health, but they were still at "week zero" of pregnancy and felt fine. In fact, they were in peak condition.
They were under the effects of [Sex Boost] and [Sex Charge], and apparently, those effects are permanent. It seems that any woman impregnated by my sperm is constantly under the influence of my skills. 24/7, 365 days a year, they have the maximum buffs applied, with their stamina, mana, and vitality fully recovering every second.
Inside the dungeon, they were practically invincible. Add to that Big Sis Calibur’s skill, [Vow of the Carnal Feast], which granted even more buffs to my "pole-sisters," and the enhancement rate was frankly terrifying.
"We don't need to have sex inside the dungeon, so you don't need to wear bikini armor," I noted. "Personally, I want to wear it even if we don't 'need' to," someone chimed in. "Absolutely not! If you wear that while pregnant, your belly will get cold!!"
You aren't just looking after your own body anymore!
Regardless, they were so energized that they tore through the dungeon before I even had a chance to help. More slashed through monsters, Spear pierced them, and Bloom burned them to ash. With [Sex Charge], their condition was perfect, but Lady Staff spammed healing magic just to be safe. The "gyaru" girls with Ranger skills disarmed every trap and door, and the Porters hauled the loot back to the surface as fast as we could find it.
Under the total command of my [Holy Knight] sister, this group of pregnant women moved as if they were a single, perfectly synchronized organism. We didn't even need a strategy; the boss monsters were slaughtered, and in no time at all, the dungeon was picked clean.
"Dungeon Clear!!"
A cheer went up as we finished. The time required for a total conquest? One day. We hadn't just reached the end; we had harvested every single thing inside. It was a staggering speed for a clear.
Meanwhile, Beaker returned with her bodyguard Minoko (also pregnant).
"The procedure is complete," Beaker reported. "This dungeon’s recovery ability has been significantly lowered. The core is safe, so it won't disappear, but it will take time for the recovery ability to return to normal and for monsters and materials to respawn. About a year... or more accurately, ten months and ten days."
"Did you aim for that specific timeframe?" I asked. That’s exactly how long it takes for a baby to be born, isn't it? Is this supposed to be some poetic timer?
But hey, the dungeon clear went off without a hitch. Under normal circumstances, we could never have made this much money. It was several times—no, dozens of times—more than what we made back in Singleroom. If we exchanged all these dungeon materials for cash, I couldn't even imagine the total. I just hoped it would be enough for the kids to live comfortably...
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"The negotiations are settled."
The ever-reliable Lady Staff returned.
"I spoke with Lady Romphaia, and the Kingdom will buy all the materials. They were much more flexible with the price than the open market would have been. As for the final payout...!"
Well, specific numbers are hard to visualize, so she put it this way:
"It’s enough to build a massive mansion in the prime district of the Royal Capital and buy a noble title for Sao with plenty of change left over. Even if the current harem doubled in size, we could live in luxury for four or five years on this alone."
"Holy crap!"
"Is that after taxes?" I asked.
"It’s tax-free."
Even better!!
"We owe it to having the Queen as an acquaintance. Connections with those in power are vital."
I collapsed to my knees in relief. With this, I could maintain my dignity as a father. I did it. A real papa supports his wives and children.
"The Queen was the one who introduced us to this dungeon, too. It’s hard to go against her. She truly is the Mother of the Nation..."
Wait. Now that I think about it, Lady Staff said something similar before we left. She used her "pole-sister" connections to get an audience with the Queen, who recommended this specific dungeon as a place to make a quick fortune.
In other words, the Queen herself led us here. And as the leader of the country, she must have known exactly what was happening in Niosebuk. If she sent us here knowing all that...
Did she plan for it to end up like this?!
"Damn it! The Queen played me like a fiddle again!!"
"Oh, why does it matter? We’ve earned the gratitude of the head of state. She’s the type to remember her debts, so the more favors we do for her, the better."
I guess so. I felt like saying I wanted her to have sex with me again to settle the debt, but right now, I had something more important than lust: wealth. I had to keep accumulating money for the children. Knocking up every woman I met and spreading my seed was important, but so was watering the sprouts that had already appeared. To do that, I needed cash. From this day forward, Sao would be a miser.
"By the way, Sir Sao."
Here she comes—the newest addition to the cast, the female knight Romphaia! Usually, I’d be looking for an opening to sleep with her, but I have priorities now!
"I refuse!"
"Huh?! You refuse? But this is a direct message from the Queen!"
Say what?
"Queen Laevateinn is deeply concerned about the situation in Niosebuk. Even in their state of civil war, they are causing damage to their neighbors, and once a new King is decided, they will surely resume their invasion. She believes we cannot simply wait for them to self-destruct; we must take proactive measures to weaken them."
"Yeah, yeah."
"So, I have been entrusted with a secret mission for you, Sir Sao, since you happen to be near the border. Will you lend your strength once more for the Queen and your country?"
"No way!"
They think I’ll just follow orders?! I’m not a man who can be moved so easily anymore! I have people to protect—lots of them! I want to prioritize them, so I don't want to take on any more trouble. Call me a man who only cares for his family if you want.
"The reward promised is quite substantial."
"I'll do it."
I need money to support my family, after all. The new Sao, now a family man (?), wants money more than anything. If the reward is fat enough, I'll destroy a country or two for you!!
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After everything was settled, I paid a visit to Beaker.
"How’s it looking?"
"The adjustments are finished. Now I just need to give the orders and let her loose."
In a makeshift lab in a corner of the city, a female-shaped monster was held in the center of a formidable apparatus. It was the "Man-Goblin"—the ultra-evolved goblin.
"Mbu?! Mbuuu?! N-N-Nghh!!"
The Man-Goblin was restrained by mechanical devices. A fake phallus extended from the machine to penetrate her, and her nipples were being stimulated by water-wheel-like brushes. A tube was inserted into her anus, pumping in aphrodisiacs to be absorbed directly through the rectum. Brutal.
"I couldn't bring myself to finish her off since she looked so human, but I guess she has a use after all," I mused.
"Yes. We’ll infiltrate her into Niosebuk territory. If we let her run wild according to her goblin instincts, it’ll be perfect for internal sabotage. She is, after all, a Rank 15,000 Man-Goblin. It will definitely be effective."
Right now, she was being drowned in pleasure—essentially "mechanical rape"—to condition her to follow our orders. We were training her not to attack anyone in Reniosegra, to avoid innocent civilians in Niosebuk, and to focus on attacking the soldiers.
"I also want to instruct her to flee back here if things get too dangerous," Beaker added.
"She’s a goblin; you could just tell her to run wild until she dies. But I guess that’s what makes you 'Sao,' right?" Beaker teased.
Beaker has been a huge help. Scientist characters are so convenient.
"Well, I’m a 'person of interest' to you now," she said. "For the sake of the baby in my belly, you’d better work hard and earn lots of money."
"Beaker, aren't you mad about being knocked up so suddenly?"
Normally, I’d expect some anger. Beaker was a famous genius and a pure research nut. She was so extreme that she once accepted a teaching position but refused to hold a single class because she didn't want to waste time. Raising a child would definitely take away her research time. So why was she okay with the results of our sex?
"I feel like meeting you has broadened my horizons," she said.
"Huh?"
"At the very least, it would be a great loss for a talent as great as mine to end my life without passing on my lineage. I consider it a genius’s duty to produce the next generation that inherits my talent, even if I have to endure a delay in my research."
"Your word choice is... something else."
"And as a partner for a lineage, you are excellent, Sao. My talent combined with your fertility... if we have about five children with both, it would surely accelerate magic technology by two thousand years. A true paradigm shift."
Are we talking space elevators next?
"So, I’m going to need you to keep impregnating me. One child won't be enough. Please, keep pouring your 'fertilizing raw materials' into my womb, over and over again. ...Ah." Beaker gave a mischievous smile. "For the sake of the subject's mental utility and efficiency, should I have phrased it like this? 'Please pour your stallion-semen into my stiff researcher-pussy and turn me into a cock-hungry slut...'? ❤️❤️"
Before I knew it, she had slipped off her panties and was thrusting her bare, smooth bottom toward me.
"Since you're here, violate me. My pussy is aching for your cock. ❤️❤️"
"You’re already pregnant, so isn't sex technically pointless for baby-making right now?"
"Don't be mean. ❤️❤️ Even a genius wants to do something 'pointless' once in a while. Actually, it’ll be a good break and might boost my efficiency. Which means... ❤️❤️"
Beaker wiggled her petite bottom, beckoning me.
"I want your cock inside me... ❤️❤️ I want my pussy to feel good... ❤️❤️ Hurry, stain this genius brain pink with raw, animalistic mating... ❤️❤️❤️❤️"
When asked like that, a man has to respond. I’m the type who enjoys sex even if it's "pointless," so I didn't hesitate to thrust my penis deep into her vaginal canal.
"Kohoooo! This...! ❤️❤️ Your cock is...! ❤️❤️ It feels so good I’m going to turn into an idiot!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️ This genius brain is being ruled by my pussy!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️ It feels so gooooooood!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️"
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