Lewd Dungeon, Chapter 281 (Patreon)

So, an FYI. I'll be going to Ichibancon in North Carolina later this week. I'll be gone from Thurs-Tues, so I may not get any writing done in that time. Dark Fate will go up tomorrow, but after that, don't expect uploads until after I'm back.

Chapter 281 – Dark Ritual

(Tokamachi High School, Tokamachi, Niigata Prefecture, Japan)

It was a known, but often overlooked, fact that combat was not the only way to gain XP under the System. Oh, it was the fastest, certainly, especially for classes and professions that lent themselves to combat. However, there were other classes and professions that did not shine in combat. In fact, some had barely any combat ability at all. So, how did those people progress?

The answer was that noncombat classes and professions progressed faster by doing noncombat things, of course. A Merchant would gain a good deal of their XP by buying and selling things, getting more XP the better they did. A Sculptor would gain XP from their art. And both an Archivist and a Scholar would gain XP from delving into books of lore, and finding new things.

Ietsuna chuckled to himself as he walked along the road, in his human form. Well, a better version of his human form. He had kept his old appearance for appearance’s sake, while he prepared. Now that the altar had been sanctified, and the next stage of his Lord’s command was about to go into effect, he no longer needed to look like the weakling he once did.

Translating enough of the tome the Lord had given him to understand what he needed to do in order to cast a lure was enough to get him a full level. Conducting the ritual to transform himself into a Lesser Incubus was enough to give him another level. From there, things moved quickly, as he gathered a harem of slaves who became addicted to his magical dick.

That was a simple spell, actually, made easier by the [Carnal Arts] skill, which he’d managed to buy from the System Shop. The money had come from a ‘lucky’ win at a local lottery. They still hadn’t figured out that while an Archivist lacked the offensive power of a Flame Sorcerer or something of that sort, they had a multitude of supporting spells. He even knew healing magics! More importantly, he also had access to spells that altered probabilities.

With the lure, and his demonic pheromones, he was able to call Rie, his first slave, and the girlfriend of that oaf Nobuhito. Once he raped her into compliance, and cast the [Addictive Semen] spell, she did not need to have the [Slave] title to be called his slave. Though, he had still used the [Enchanting] skill on the tags he’d pierced them with to have the same effect as a Slave Collar, but be more discrete. The tag even made it so that it hid the [Slave] title from normal [Appraise] checks when it was out of sight!

That was another of the bounties that the Lord’s gift had given him. Just one of many. And, now, a mere two months after he met his Lord, he had grown from level 5 to level 12, and unheard of speed for ‘noncombat’ classes to take. But he’d gone to one of the local dungeons with his slaves, and proven that Archivist was a good supporting class. They just needed protectors, which he now had.

On the day that his Lord had granted him the Black Bible, he’d also given him a task, as payment for the great boon he’d offered. He had learned much from its pages, and had still yet to try more than a mere fraction of the magics inside. He had been shocked when the grimoire grew in pages, always having more to read, but never changing size in his hand, but had quickly given thanks to his Lord, and considered that a helpful boon of the System. Now, however, his focus was on the task his Lord had given him.

It had taken work, to get to this point. His slaves helped him, of course. They still had their minds, even if they were bound to his will and addicted to his body. But it still took time to do things properly.

First, the outer circle of the formation had to be created. Eight talismans, each of which he made and enchanted according to the book’s instructions. They were buried in a circle around his target, the school that had heaped so much misfortune upon him. The Lord wished to test the knowledge he had gotten from distant worlds, and Ietsuna would see it done.

That work, and the next, had to be done at night, despite the need for precision in the placement of the talismans. After all, digging up the school yard would be… frowned upon, in most cases. He had managed, however, and both the outer circle, which would draw in mana from the outside, and the first focusing array, with five talismans set in a pentagram around the school, were set, without issue.

The third layer was where things got difficult. An inverse pentagram of focusing talismans needed to be placed inside the school. He could not bury them, obviously, and heavy illusions would be noticed, so he had been forced to learn a spell which caused people to… look away. Not so much a glamour, as it just subtly pushed people to skip over it if they didn’t know it was there.

That was a spell with far more power than it seemed, especially for how little mana it took to set up. However, it had its weaknesses. The overlooked item or area would still be damaged if someone stumbled into it, or their attention was actively brought to the area by something. If they tripped over it, for instance, the spell would be broken, possibly for everyone.

That meant that he’d needed to get clever. Finding the proper places to put things was easy enough. But, for some, he’d needed his slaves to run interference, so that he would be alone long enough to hide the talisman and set the spell. And, obviously, finding a way to hide a talisman in the girls’ locker room of the gym was not something that he could do on his own. Fortunately, placing the talisman in a locker, and then putting the enchantment on the locker itself, so that no one used it, worked. But he had needed his slaves to keep anyone from disturbing him while he worked.

The fourth, and final, layer consisted of only a single talisman, which was with him today. This one was special. A piece of crystal carved into a perfect sphere, completely flawless. It would serve as the focal point for the entire formation, and it needed to be placed in the exact center of the school. More importantly, it then needed to be blessed in a ritual, so that the magic could be completed.

The Black Bible was not clear on what would happen next, but it made certain he knew that he would have only minutes to escape the school, once he was finished with the ritual. Difficult, but possible, especially if he timed things so that the spell finished during class, when the halls would be empty. And he needed to do this during school, so that there were no escapes.

He had already reached out to the few friends he had. All two of them. Inaba Tanjiro was a ‘nerd’, like he was, and was a hentai otaku. He was the easiest one to warn, without revealing the truth; he just had to convince him to stay home and fap by giving him a rare copy of an old game that he had ‘found’.

Kanda Eba, on the other hand, was a bit trickier. She was a bit of an outcast, like they were, as she was big into anime and cosplay. Her BL obsession was disturbing, especially the way she tried to ‘ship’ every guy with another guy, but she was cute, without being a threat to the popular girls, so no one bothered or bullied the yaoi fangirl too much.

In the end, he couldn’t come up with a way to get her to stay home, especially since she was proud of her perfect attendance record. He would have had to tell her everything, in order to make that happen. So, after he had dealt with Nobuhito, he’d lured Eba out the next night, and enslaved her, just like the rest. She’d probably stop crying and forgive him once she saw why he had to do what he did. Or, he would just make her love him. Either way was good.

At any rate, with his friends either clear, or enslaved to his will, Ietsuna was ready for the final act of this revenge. He just needed to place the crystal, and offer the sacrifice. Placing the crystal was the easy part. Once you knew the magics he did, a locked door was a mere formality, and wouldn’t keep him from getting to the maintenance room, where the school’s heating system was for the colder months. The hard part was getting the sacrifice in place, without raising the alarm.

Fortunately, there was an answer for that. Moriya-sensei, the headmistress, was a known lesbian who had sworn off men after her former husband slept with her sister. She made treated all males like they were her ex-husband, and made their lives miserable, unless they were useful to the school, like the athletes. She would be the perfect sacrifice to sanctify the crystal, and complete the ritual.

“Ah, there you are, Suda-kun. I see that Kita-chan was right about you being here, and about all the horrible things you’ve made her do! Now, just what are you doing in the Maintenance room when you should be in class? Going to vandalize the heating, are you? The police will be happy to take you in for this, and what you’ve done to the poor girls!”

Ietsuna smiled as he turned around, and saw the headmistress standing at the door, with a vindictive smile on her face. She thought she was going to pin something on him that would get him sent away for a long time. Unfortunately for her, he also saw that Rie was standing behind the headmistress as she closed the door, and quietly locked it behind her.

“Oh, Moriya-chan. Just who I wanted to see! No, you’ll be happy to know that I am not going to be vandalizing the heating system. I have something much better in mind. Rie!”

At his command, Rie grabbed the Headmistress’s wrists behind her back and locked them in a pair of handcuffs he’d enchanted to be extra strong. “Don’t worry, Sensei. Master is very good at sex. He will make your last time feel great, I promise!”

Moriya Gin tried to yell, but her mouth was quickly taped shut by Ietsuna. She tried to fight, but Rie held her arms firmly in her grasp, as expected of a Figher. Ietsuna’s knife made equally quick work of her clothes, and, soon enough, she was lying with her naked flesh against the cold floor.

Rie held her down by the simple expedience of sitting on the older woman’s face. She still hadn’t put her panties back on from her ‘counseling’ session, and her wetness distracted the headmistress for a moment. Only for a moment, though, as she once more tried to scream when Rie held her legs up and apart, offering the teacher’s pussy to her Master.

Ietsuna smiled as he lined himself up with the offered slit. But he did not insert himself. Not yet. First, he placed the crystal, a sphere five centimeters in width, into her canal. She shook trying to force out the intrusion, but the Headmistress had the Dominatrix class, and could not overpower a Fighter. She was defenseless, and she knew it, but she still tried to escape.

The orb in place, Ietsuna lined himself up again, and thrust in, hard, with a single thrust. His piston not only was larger than anything Moriya had put up herself in quite some time, but he was also driving the orb before him, deeper into her body. He felt resistance as the orb stopped as it rammed up against the cervix.

Another thrust, harder this time, solved that issue, as he brutally forced his way past the opening. All the while, Moriya screamed, first in rage, then in pain. By the fifth stroke, however, the screams had turned to moans, and Rie no longer needed to keep an iron grip on the woman’s ankles to keep her in place.

Ietsuna did not bother counting how many times the headmistress climaxed under his brutal ministrations. This was not about her, after all. It wasn’t even about him, and his need to feed. He had plenty of slaves who would attend to his needs, after all. No, this was about the ritual, and the ritual demanded that the crystal be nestled in the womb of the sacrifice and bathed in the seed of a man. And bathe it he did, with gusto.

At that moment, the talismans, which had all been idle to that point, activated. No one attuned to mana would be able to miss the way that the flows were changing, focusing on this point. Quickly, Rie got off the headmistress, and let go of her. Even as Ietsuna pulled his pants back on, he saw Moriya begin to float up, screaming and thrashing as she was physically lifted into the air by the object in her womb, with no regards to the fact that the human form does not care for being lifted that way.

Ietsuna took Rie’s hand, and ran, pulling his slave along behind him. A locking spell was triggered, every door in the building save for the front door. It wouldn’t hold anyone long, but it would hold them long enough. Those trapped inside wouldn’t have time to interfere, or escape.

Outside, they saw the school gate open, with Eba sullenly standing there, waiting, just as he commanded her to. Together, they ran out of the gate, and shut it behind them. They didn’t stop running until they were two blocks away, even as they felt the mana behind them reach a critical mass, and the ritual was completed.

Ietsuna simply smiled, as he led his two slaves back to the house he lived in, with his harem. No one questioned him when they got home. After all, his mother and father had died in the first days of the Apocalypse, and his little sister was one of his slaves. Once more, he gave thanks to Lord Kuronoth for his great fortune.