My Dungeon Life: Rise of the Slave Harem

“I’m nothing like that, right? Right?” I whispered to Alysia.

“…”

“I mean, we need to put this into perspective. This is only a narrative, a lore. Lores and narratives are prone to exaggeration. We’ve seen it before… no, that would imply that this is an exaggerated form of me! I’m not some pretty boy hero who goes around fondling and boning any woman that moves, right?”

“…”

“Alysia…”

“Of course not!”

“Right, but we also need to take in Miki. She has been through some intrinsically horrifying events. Her mind has nearly shattered. Naturally, after experiencing certain horrific events, her mind really would be in disorder.”

“Ah… Celeste is coming!” Lydia cried out, pointing down the street.

We turned in that direction, only to see a pair of giant boobs hovering toward us. Alysia let out a cry, and my eyes widened. Everyone else in the town was acting like they didn’t see anything. However, they were just a pair of floating boobs.

“That’s not… Celeste?”

“Ah!” The Hero who was supposedly me that everyone called Master stepped forward, throwing us another smile. “I should introduce you to all of my c%&^sleeves.”

I don’t smile like that! And I don’t think that about my women! Ahem… I mean… strong, independent women who aren’t owned by any man… except me… technically.

“Mmm…mgsmmm..gmmms…” A muffled voice came out from the breasts.

“Oh, sorry, let me get those.” Master reaches over and splits the cleavage, causing a little head of Miki to appear.

“Hi! I’m Celeste! Will you be the ones helping us?” She spoke in a very high-pitched voice, much higher than the real Celeste, almost like she had been sucking down helium.

“The girl is in a relationship with this guy.” The hero rolled his eyes.

“Now, now… haven’t I said before. You don’t only need to use women. Some men could be strong and helpful too. We should take any help we can get. Plus, not every girl needs to be Master’s woman.”

“What are you saying? We should continue forth with another man beside us?” He frowned.

“As the smartest person on the team, I have been calculating the frequency of souls appearing in this dungeon.”

“Did she just say she’s the smartest person on the team?” I asked tearfully.

“The consumption rate is increasing exponentially.” She continued in her high-pitched voice with a matter-of-fact tone. “It will reach a point where we won’t be able to keep people safe anymore. I fear the dungeon will hit a critical mass and begin to evolve. At that point, all of their souls will be digested into miasma, and we’ll be in grave danger. At that point, the curse will become too difficult to take on. I implore Master to seriously consider starting this expedition immediately. I don’t believe we can hold out for the hope that any more powerful warriors will appear.”

“I see… so you’re saying that the ends justify the means. I must perform the evil act of partying with a man. Unless… perhaps… we could turn him into a woman?”

“Nope!” I cried out. “No, not… we’re not doing that again.”

I had a left-over potion of gender bender still in my inventory. I pulled it out and poured it on the ground in protest.