Chapter 176

Chapter 176

Otherworld Demon King Survival Guide.

Episode 176: Lamia Princess (2)

“Alright.”

The conversation with the Lamia princess went smoothly. Although we each had hidden motives, it seemed we could form an alliance without any major issues.

Lamia cavalry? With that alone, conquering this jungle would be no trouble at all. If I expanded my influence in the jungle I had conquered, I’d be unmatched anywhere.

I hoped things go well.

“Guys! Just set up a barricade at the dungeon entrance and go back to what you were doing!”

“Keuk!”

And with that, combat readiness was disengaged.

“Master, did the talk go well?”

“Yes. Now, that Lamia will also become mine.”

“Sha. Sharan is happy if Master is happy.”

“Hehehe, such a cute fellow.”

“But if there are more Lamias, won’t there be less time to play with Sharan? Sharan is sad.”

“No…!”

That’s right! Enjoying time with the Lamias meant less time to enjoy with my girls in the dungeon!

“Sharan. That’s why I’m working so hard these days.”

“Sha?”

“Now I’ll assign real positions to our officers and hand over the dungeon management to them, then I’ll have more time to play.”

It’s time to recruit talent for this. It’s essential to place the right people in the right positions.

“Just hang in there a little longer, Sharan.”

“Shayasha.”

Sharan nodded. I patted her head and entered deeper into the dungeon.

“Hey.”

Reika called me as I was walking away.

“Yes, Sister Reika.”

“That… are you really going to do that with that snake woman?”

“I have to. It’s a condition for forming the alliance. If we can recruit the Lamias, we will become stronger.”

“But still…”

“You saw it too, Sister Reika. She’s not as snake-like as you think.”

“That may be… Ah! Damn it! If you get bitten by that snake, I won’t know what to do, you bastard!”

“If that happens, please cast a healing spell. Hehehe.”

“Shut up!”

Angry, Reika stomped back to the barracks, which I watched with amusement.

“Honestly, I understand that reaction. Lamias are scary. Enough to make your chest tremble.”

Serinu, the champion of the busty, approached, her breasts trembling as if governed by the laws of physics.

“No. Why? They just have snake legs.”

“Something’s off! They seem stronger than us pixies! It’s just scary!”

“Don’t worry. They’re not enemies now, but allies.”

“Ugh.”

I also patted Serinu’s head.

“Then, shall we energetically prepare to train Princess Juria? Lumica, wash me.”

“Okay. Got it.”

“Sharan wants to wash too.”

“Hehehe, sure.”

I descended to the underground and enjoyed the care of Sharan and Lumica while washing up. It was truly comfortable. But this experience was more than just literal.

Naked, sexy women rubbing against me while washing me naturally caused my sexual desire to surge.

“Hoo.”

I kept myself clean and maintained an erection while drawing up magical power. Sexual excitement was indeed my source of power.

Thus,

—Ssshhh.

Princess Juria, the Lamia, returned to my dungeon once again.

“Ooh, you seem to have become more attractive, Princess Juria. You’ve become very beautiful.”

“Hehehe, do you think so?”

Her skin glowed, and a pleasant scent surrounded her. Had she applied lotion and perfume? Given how sensitively my penis reacted, it seemed like some kind of aphrodisiac.

“Yes. It’s hard to take my eyes off you.”

“Oh my.”

Princess Juria’s figure was splendid. Her large breasts were well-covered with a bra made of scales, and her waistline was truly a work of art.

“It’s the first time I’ve heard such words… I feel very good. Meeting the Demon King was indeed a great fortune.”

“Hehehe, is that so?”

Juria blushed with pleasure at my compliment. It wasn’t strange for her, a member of an all-female species, to hear she’s beautiful for the first time.

“Anyway, please come in.”

I extended my hand.

“Yes.”

Juria took my hand, and I led her into the dungeon.

“This is the Demon King’s…”

“Dungeon.”

“So it’s called a dungeon.”

Inside, my soldiers were lined up in formation, unarmed. Yet, they maintained a very disciplined posture, clearly demonstrating their military spirit to any observer.

“…”

Juria seemed quite surprised by this sight.

She must have never witnessed such an army before.

“So many different species follow the Demon King? I’ve never seen anything like it. The Lamias also domesticate monsters, but to dominate them to this extent…”

“That’s exactly my charisma. But domesticated? What kind of livestock do you keep?”

“If we exclude the ordinary, perhaps goblins or kobolds.”

Lamias also commanded goblins and kobolds?

“Oh. For what purpose?”

“Hehehe, we raise them a bit and then make them fight each other for betting. It’s quite fun, you know?”

Goblin cockfighting, then.

But they even gambled on it? It seemed the Lamias were a more intelligent species than I thought.

“Here we are.”

While talking, I invited Princess Juria into the dungeon, which was, of course, cleaned out with only a bed and some furniture left.

“Please, have a seat.”

“Yes.”

—Sararak.

Juria approached the bed and sat down… She could sit down. The snake part of her isn’t that long. Just the right length.

Anyway.

“Then.”

It’s time for me to do my part.

“I will take off my clothes.”

“…Ah.”

—Ssshh.

I took off my top, then my pants, slowly stripping to reveal my muscular body and arouse Juria’s sexual curiosity.

“…”

With snake-like eyes, Juria watched me as I enjoyed her gaze, and then I took off my underwear.

“My goodness.”

Her face turned completely red.

“That, that kind of phallus…”

She showed great interest in my erect penis.

What women wanted was simple: to be penetrated by a man they deemed satisfactory. The reverse was also true. Men enjoyed penetrating a woman they found attractive.

A primal instinct and, naturally, common sense.

And that was the source of an incubus’s power.

“Have you never seen one?”

“I have seen a few, but… none this large.”

“Ah. So you have some experience?”

“No… no experience. But I’ve had opportunities to observe…”

She must have observed the anatomy of male species abducted by other Lamias. Nonetheless, her being a virgin was advantageous for me.

“Then, Princess, please remove your clothes as well.”

“…Okay.”

Juria complied, her hands moving towards her back to unfasten her scale bra.

“What exactly is that scale bra?”

“Ah, do you mean breast support?”

“Yes.”

Was it because her breasts were large?

That’s what they called it, apparently.

Breast support. That’s a fitting term.

“Hehehe.”

Juria chuckled, picking up a scale that had fallen to the floor.

“We select appropriate scales that have fallen like this to craft it. Lamias have been doing this since childhood.”

“Ah, I see. That’s a fascinating cultural practice. I’m intrigued.”

“Since you’re intrigued, you can start learning more today.”

“With the princess, of course.”

Finally, Juria had removed her bra.

“…”

Her breasts were large and firm, reminiscent of those of pixies. Did Lamias store nutrients in their breasts? Her pink nipples were also quite striking.

Did having breasts imply they bore live young? Or laid eggs? Or perhaps they fed their young born from eggs with milk? It’s a curious world indeed.

“It’s embarrassing to be gazed at so intently. Even among Lamias, openly staring at bare breasts is considered impolite…”

“It should be acceptable with someone you’re about to become intimate with. You’re just not accustomed to it. Right, princess?”

“…Yes.”

“May I touch?”

At my request,

“…”

—Nod nod.

Juria nodded her head. I immediately reached out and touched her breasts.

“Oho.”

They were warm and elastic. Distinctly different in texture from humans or other fairy species. Typically, breasts feel like soft masses of fat wrapped in skin, but Lamia breasts felt somewhat firmer.

Elastic.

That made them even more delightful to touch.

“Uh…!”

Juria squeezed her eyes shut and shivered. She must be experiencing pleasure. She might be sensitive.

“Princess Juria.”

“He…?”

The sound she made was cute.

“I’d like to know more about the princess. ‘Princess’ usually means a king’s daughter, right? Could you explain?”

“That is… Yes, I will explain. But first, could you let go of this…”

—Squish squish.

It seems she couldn’t continue while I was touching her breasts. As soon as I let go, Juria began her explanation.

“There is a kingdom of Lamias far away.”

A kingdom.

“You mean a kingdom?”

“Yes.”

“Where concubines, their sisters, and many other Lamias live along with our mother.”

Juria’s explanation began.

This was crucial information, so I listened attentively, asking about anything that piqued my interest.

“So, Princess Juria, you lead close kin Lamias to this place because of…”

“It’s all due to power dynamics.”

Princess Juria was the daughter of the ruling Lamia queen, but she seemed to be quite low in the hierarchy. Essentially, she’s a latecomer. Naturally, as a latecomer, her power base was weak.

She led her group here to escape being preyed upon by her siblings.

Quite a distance.

“Sisters hunting each other, huh.”

Just like humans.

In the face of power, there were no such things as kinship.

“It’s cruel, isn’t it? That’s the life of Lamias. Therefore, I plan to grow my power here.”

“Hehehe, are you planning a rebellion against the kingdom?”

“Hehehe, I can’t say.”

Her answer was vague, but I could tell. If she could, she would. Quite an ambitious woman.

I liked that.

Anyway.

I also heard more stories. The population of the Lamia kingdom wasn’t large, but their technology seemed fairly advanced. They engaged in sheep farming and iron smelting, like the pixies. They also enjoyed arts and leisure.

They farmed to procure feed for their livestock and lived by consuming those animals. Literally, a snake kingdom.

However, because there were no males, they procured males from various species from outside.

“Very interesting. I’d love to hear more.”

“Hehehe, sure. The night is long, and I can talk as much as you like. Oh, and I should tell you about the penalties too.”

“Penalties?”

Apparently, the Lamia kingdom enforced terrifying penalties.

The prisoners—though they were all female, as Lamias were a female species—were subjected to the most horrific punishment: being forcibly bred with species like goblins to produce abnormal offspring.

“The inferior Lamias hatched from eggs are sent straight to the arena.”

“My goodness.”

Truly a fascinating culture.

Even though their lower half was that of a snake, their upper body was human-like. Indeed, a diverse culture.

I understood the feeling of anthropologists who explored unknown tribes to study their cultures. Just hearing that story made me want to know more about not only the Lamias but other species as well.

“Ah, but are there any species that can stand against the Lamias?”

“Of course, there are.”

Juria continued,

“There are many species in this world. There are tribes that have amassed power comparable to the Lamia Kingdom, and even monsters that can trample an entire tribe by themselves. But the most troublesome are…”

“The most troublesome are?”

“A species that closely resembles you, Demon King.”

“What?!”