The Fallen Prince’s Pleasure Dungeon: I Won’t Let the Female Adventurers Leave ~ I Was Reincarnated as the Villain in an Eroge, and Even Though I Just Want to Live a Quiet Slow Life, Beautiful Girls Keep Gathering Around Me!?~ - 33

Chapter 33: Manual Labor Is My Specialty!☆

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I continued digging a long tunnel, bringing Medi and the others along with me.

 

“What do you mean by increasing the number of entrances?” 

 

Nyu asked.

 

“Won’t it be bad if there are more ways to get inside?”

 

“I’m going to create dummies. Both for the entrances and the dungeon itself.”

 

If I couldn’t hide it, I figured I should just make something even more eye-catching. And as far away as possible. I was currently digging in the opposite direction of the actual entrance.

 

“Just like Mine and the others are building a town, I’ll create a new dummy dungeon and lure the humans over there.”

 

“So people won’t come to our dungeon?”

 

“That’s the plan. I’m sure some humans will eventually sniff us out, though…”

 

I didn’t think this would completely shut them out. It was merely a way to lower the odds. Plus, if any dangerously powerful opponents, such as 【Mythical Grade】 heroes, showed up, I could deal with them there to minimize the damage. …Hopefully.

 

“…Besides, I guess I just kind of wanted to try my hand at town-building too.”

 

“?”

 

“It’s nothing.”

 

Part of the reason was that after seeing how much fun the gnomes were having with their construction, I felt like trying something on a large scale myself.

 

“Well, it’s best if it never comes to that. It’ll be fine as long as humans don’t come in. …I think I’ve gone far enough.”

 

I stopped the excavation. From the feel of the wall, I could tell the “outside” was close.

 

“I’ll be asking for everyone’s ideas for this dungeon too. I’m counting on you.”

 

“Yup!”

 

“Okay!”

 

(Well, I’ve found a good spot, so I guess I’ll head back to where Mine and the others are.)

 

“…It’s a pretty long walk. I know. 《Create》.”

 

I added a new feature to the tunnel I had just dug. It was a mechanical walkway. Although the power source was mana, two people could ride it side-by-side. It had handrails on both sides, and the floor moved automatically.

 

“It’s a ‘moving walkway’.”

 

It was the kind of thing found in large airports and train stations. This would help cut down on travel time.

 

“Alright, let’s head back.”

 

“Wow, this is so easy!”

 

“I can run so fast!”

 

“Hey, Medi, no sprinting! I said no sprinting!”

 

I returned to the original construction site with the high-spirited Medi and the others. I called out to a gnome who was working and asked where Mine and Oboro were. Apparently, they were in the middle of building some kind of new facility. When I went to take a look, I found a three-story building that was nearly finished, with Oboro standing at the entrance.

 

“Oh, Master! Welcome back. How was your inspection?”

 

“It went well, but what are you planning to do with this place?”

 

At that, Oboro let out a triumphant huff and put on a boastful look.

 

“This is a facility for your sake, Master. The number of wife candidates will surely continue to increase, will it not? I figured that bed alone would hardly be enough.”

 

“?”

 

“Therefore… We shall build a brothel here!!!”

 

“What are you even talking about?”

 

A brothel. In other words, one of those shops for men.

 

(Seriously, what is this girl saying?)

 

“Whoa there, do not misunderstand, Master. Of course, we shall take no money!”

 

“That’s not the issue here.”

 

“We shall stock every single room with women and establish a system where they can serve you at any time!”

 

(She was a virgin herself until just the other day…. What on earth is she talking about?!)

 

“Don’t drag Mine into something like that.”

 

“Not at all, that young girl was quite eager as well. She said, ‘Manual labor is my specialty!'”

 

“What are you planning to make an innocent girl do!?”

 

“Why, ‘that’ sort of thing, of course!”

 

She said it with her chest puffed out. She was so well-endowed that her cheongsam looked like it was about to burst. It was quite a sight for sore eyes.

 

“Now, now, come this way!”

 

“H-Hey.”

 

She clung to my arm, and while I was distracted by her softness, Oboro pulled me forcefully into the building. What a clever and invincible point-blank attack. As expected of a Thousand-Year Fox Spirit.

 

The inside of the “brothel” was still under construction. There was no one else around, but the first floor appeared to be mostly complete. I was escorted to a corner room at the far end.

 

“Someone is waiting inside. Please, enjoy yourself to your heart’s content…!”

 

“Waiting? …Don’t tell me it’s Mine?”

 

“Indeed.”

 

“Don’t ‘indeed’ me!”

 

(Seriously, what are they making a serious, class-president-type girl do?)

 

“Then, are you saying you will not go in, Master?”

 

“………… Well, I mean? Mine is a hard worker, and I have an obligation to verify the results of that work, right? If I just ignore her, she’ll probably get depressed―”

 

“Master is coming in!”

 

“Wait!?”

 

While I was busy explaining (making excuses), Oboro took it upon herself to knock on the door. Then, from inside…

 

“Please, come in.”

 

Came Mine’s voice. Left with no choice… really, truuuly having no choice, I opened the door and entered the room.

 

The space was about the size of a studio apartment, and the only thing in the room was a simple timber-framed bed. Although the structure of the building was finished, the interior was still far from complete. With some iron bars, the atmosphere was such that you could have called it a jail cell. Inside that room, where a somewhat decadent air lingered…

 

Mine was sitting in a formal seiza position on the ground. Her twin-bun hairstyle and glasses remained the same. The tracksuit I had made for her was neatly folded on a shelf in the room. In its place, she wore tattered rags on both her top and bottom. It was an unreliable outfit that barely covered her chest and crotch.

 

With her back perfectly straight, she greeted me.

 

“Welcome, President!”

 

Just as I thought she had barked out a dead-serious greeting, she placed her hands on the floor in a formal three-fingered salute and bowed her head deeply.

 

“….D-Don’t teach her stuff like this!”

 

“Ideally, I wanted to prepare a dress fit for a prostitute. However, we do not possess the skills of 《Create》 or 《Chara-something》 like you do, Master. Please forgive us for such a costume.”

 

(That’s not the point!)

 

“Now then. Hurry up and guide Master to the bed.”

 

“Yes, President’s Wife―I mean, President’s Pet!”

 

(What kind of name is she making Mine address her, too? It makes me look like some kind of monster.)

 

“Now then, President, this way please.”

 

Mine stood up briskly, took my hand, and sat me down on the bed. Then, she knelt in seiza again right between my spread legs.

 

“I apologize that everything is so makeshift. However, the President’s Wi… the President’s Onahole-Fox-sama advised me that it would be best to have the President experience it first, so that we may build something tailored to your preferences.”

 

(Oboro, don’t you dare stand back there with your arms crossed, nodding like you’ve done something great. Do you actually want me to turn you into an onahole?!)

 

“Therefore, if I may be so bold, I shall―”

 

“W-Wait! Do you actually understand what it is you’re doing?”

 

Mine was an innocent girl, though in a different way than Medi. In a situation like this, the feeling that I was committing a crime was ramping up so much it felt dangerous.

 

“Yes, I am well aware!”

 

Her glasses gave off a sharp glint.

 

“It is the job of serving the President’s honorable penis and guiding him toward ejaculation!”

 

“Excellent! Exactly right!”

 

“Like hell it is!!”

 

(Don’t make me play the straight man!)

 

“Please excuse me. I shall be removing your trousers now…”

 

“Ugh.”

 

Mine extended her slender arms and carefully began to remove my pants and underwear. And, reflexively, I lifted my hips to help her.

 

(Yeah. This is hopeless. I’ll just go with the flow. Besides, inside my underwear, things are already…)

 

Boing!~

 

“Hyaa!?”

 

My erect member tumbled out right in front of Mine’s nose, lightly clinking against the frame of her glasses.

 

“Oh, Master’s masculine meat-rod is truly magnificent, as expected…!”

 

“W-W-Wah…!?”

 

Mine froze, her eyes darting around in shock. I guess the stimulation was a bit too strong for her.

 

“You can stop if you’re scared, you know?”

 

“…S-S-So…”

 

“So?”

 

“So wonderful!”

 

It was an unexpected reaction. Mine was absolutely delighted.

 

“With such a magnificent stake, I feel like I could build a spectacular building!!”

 

“That’s your takeaway?”

 

(This girl is, in her own way, pretty far out there.)

 

“Hey, do it just like I taught you.” 

 

Oboro commanded.

 

“Ah!? That’s right. I was unintentionally captivated! My apologies!”

 

When she bowed her head like that, it looked exactly like I was making her “prostrate herself before a penis.”

 

“Then, let us start again―oh, but before that. If I may be so bold, I shall now unveil my breasts.”

 

Never in my life had I seen breasts in a situation like this. I was a virgin to begin with, after all. Beneath the rags, she was wearing the underwear I had made. It was a plain gray sports bra. Her chest wasn’t explosive or huge like Oboro or Medi’s, and her bust size was more modest than Nyu’s. Above all, since her race loved construction, I had designed the underwear with a focus on ease of movement.

 

As she struggled, pulling down the shoulder straps with a “Heave-ho, heave-ho,”

 

Boing!♡

 

Her modest yet cutely swaying breasts peeked out. Because the lower part of the breasts was supported by the half-removed sports bra, her pale areolas and nipples poked out sharply toward me.

 

“Ah!? The President’s ‘Magnificent Rod’ just twitched!?”

 

“That is proof that Master is feeling excited.” 

 

Oboro explained as she sat down beside us, leaning languidly against the bed.

 

“Besides special bodies like mine, Master also dearly loves ‘slender, thinly-fleshed, innocent young girl bodies’ like yours.”

 

“Don’t speak for me!”

 

If you asked me if I liked them or not… Well, yeah. I loved them.

 

In reality, Mine possessed a charm that was different from the flamboyant beauty of Oboro or Nyu. She was thin enough that her ribs faintly showed, and she was short. I was often impressed that she could handle such heavy manual labor with that body. In terms of settings, she was eighteen years old just like me when converted to human years, but she had a “class representative” look that evoked a certain sense of nostalgia.

 

…And a girl like that was exposing her chest and was about to devote herself to “service” right in front of my erect penis…

 

“Whoa! It jumped up again!? It’s slapping right against your stomach!”

 

“Hoho…♡ This is quite something…♡ It makes even me want to suck it dry…♡”

 

Even as she said that, Oboro was desperately restraining herself from joining in. It seemed she really intended for this to be Mine’s lesson.

 

“Now, as I was taught, I shall start with my hands… Ah, rest assured! I have washed them thoroughly! See for yourself!”

 

Mine held out both palms to show me. She was making a point that all the dirt from her construction work had been properly scrubbed away. Even so, her hands were still so small. To think she was about to stroke my demonic rod with such pure hands…

 

“Please excuse me… I shall grip the base like this… U-Umm… I cannot reach all the way around with one hand! I must use both… and squeeze lightly…”

 

“Ugh―!?”

 

“I am sorry, did that hurt!?”

 

“No. It’s perfect. It feels so good it’s incredible… You’re good at this, Mine.”

 

When I gave my honest feedback, Mine’s eyes sparkled with joy.

 

“Thank you very much! In that case, I shall rub up and down, rub, rub, rub, rub…”

 

To be blunt, her movements weren’t exactly seductive. In fact, there was a mechanical, business-like efficiency to it, but that somehow made it even more stimulating. Without looking away, she stared down my ferociously swollen rod as she worked it with both hands.

 

Shuko, shuko, shuko, shuko♡

 

“How is this? Should I go a bit harder? …Yes, if that is what you wish, President… Shu, shu, shuko, shuko… President’s honorable penis, it has become so hot. It feels as if it is about to go wild in my hands…!”

 

Anyone would be excited getting a handjob this earnest.

 

“Um, next I am supposed to use my tongue, right?”

 

“You even taught her how to give a blowjob…?”

 

“Fufu. Indeed I did!” 

 

Oboro answered, looking strangely proud of herself.

 

“However, I have added a bit of a twist.”

 

“? …Whoa!?”

 

The destination of Mine’s small, outstretched tongue wasn’t my shaft. While maintaining her grip on my penis with her right hand, she lowered her posture even further, buried her face in my crotch, and began to lick my scrotum.

 

“Th-That’s–!”

 

“Nre, nro, pero, peroro… Mm, ku. The President’s testicles are against my face…”

 

They hit the frame of her glasses, making a faint clicking sound.

 

“They are so heavy and dense… So men have things like this attached to their bodies…! Nro, chiro-chiro, pero-pero-pero… S-Somehow… they have a strange scent… One that makes me feel all tingly inside…♡”

 

This was bad. This innocent, bespectacled girl was on the verge of a sexual awakening just by licking my balls. Thanks to her efforts to caress them, not only her glasses but also her twin-tail buns brushed against my inner thighs, tickling me.

 

“Nro, rero…♡ Mmm… muah♡ Hafu, hafu♡ Hapu-hapu…♡”

 

Not yet conscious of her own libido, Mine continued to carry out her “duties” without a hitch. As for me, I was completely overwhelmed by her. The sperm being generated in rapid succession in my testicles mixed with seminal fluid and began climbing up my urethra. Furthermore, Mine hadn’t stopped the handjob. Even though she was twisted into a painful-looking position, she didn’t show it for a second, her right hand continuing the rhythmic up-and-down motion to stroke my penis.

 

“U-Oooooh…!?”

 

“Oops, Master. Let me support you. …With these breasts, of course!♡”

 

Before I knew it, Oboro had stripped off the top of her cheongsam. She climbed onto the bed, kneeling behind me, and enveloped the back of my head with her braless breasts.

 

Dapunn!♡ Fuyon-fuyon!♡♡

 

It was Oboro’s fluffy, explosive breast pillow. If she didn’t say such weird things, she would be the perfect fox beauty. As I arched my back and gasped, she pulled me into an embrace from behind.

 

“Now, Master♡ How is the young girl’s oral service?♡”

 

“Ugh, uuugh…!”

 

“Hapu♡ Hafu… h-how is it? Pwe-shident…”

 

When she asked me that while looking up through her lenses, I had no choice but to answer honestly.

 

“It’s… it’s the best! It’s a brand new sensation! The sense of immorality is intense, and being licked all over by that tiny tongue while those slender fingers stroke me… it’s incredibly exciting!”

 

“!! Th-thank you vewy much! I’ll wowk even hawdew!♡ Nbo♡ Npo-npo-npo!♡”

 

This girl was not only hardworking but also skillful. While clearly delighted by the praise, she didn’t break her steady rhythm for a second, remaining devoted to her “service.” To guide my genitalia toward pleasure, she was now using her whole body to move up and down, licking, sucking, and stroking me with her right hand.

 

“Uugh, Mine…!”

 

“It seems the time is right♡ Now, shower this sturdy meat-rod with your tongue caresses♡”

 

“Yewsh!♡”

 

Puha! Mine pulled her face away from my crotch, respectfully supported my penis with both hands, and extended her tongue.

 

Chiro-chiro, chiro-chiro-chiro!♡

 

From the base to the shaft, and then to the frenulum. Her small, animal-like tongue tip climbed upward teasingly. This was bad. The stimulation should have been mild, yet I felt like I was already about to ejaculate…

 

“Ngh, it’s bitter…!”

 

The pre-cum dripping slowly from the tip left a bitter taste on Mine’s tongue.

 

“That too is a testament to pleasure♡ It is ‘Reward Juice’ from Master♡ Make sure you do not spill a single drop, okay?♡”

 

“Yewsh! Chuzuuu—churu, chururu…!”

 

“M-Mine, you can stop if it tastes bad―!”

 

I tried to give her an out, but the serious, bespectacled girl shook her head.

 

“No, I was a bit surprised at first, but… to receive such a reward for my clumsy tongue-work… It is the height of gratitude! President, thank you very much! Nro, nro, reroro…!♡ The taste of this honorable penis juice is the greatest reward for me! Rero, rero-rero!”

 

Finally, Mine’s tongue circled the glans and reached the meatus, the end of the urethra. The small slit where not just pre-cum, but semen would soon be released.

 

Chiro-chiro-chiro♡ Chiron!♡♡

 

Under Mine’s brave tongue caresses, I began to leak transparent pre-cum from the meatus. It felt embarrassing yet wonderful and as expected, looking at Mine’s face made me feel like I was doing something truly wicked.

 

“Nngh, rero-chiroro… mmm… these glasses are a bit of a nuisance to move in. Please wait a moment, I’ll take them off―”

 

“Wait!!”

 

“?”

 

I stopped Mine just as she reached for her black frames.

 

“Keep… keep them on. It’s fine.”

 

“Huh? But–“

 

To be honest, since I’d come this far, I wanted to blow my load over those glasses. Ejaculating with everything I had onto the black-rimmed glasses of a twin-bun committee member girl…

 

(Is there a man in this world who hasn’t harbored such a fleeting dream? No, there isn’t! There couldn’t be!! If there is, I’ll kick his ass!!!)

 

That said, I hadn’t been “non-virgin” long enough to be completely open about such fetishes. Therefore, I had to come up with a perfectly reasonable explanation…

 

“L-Look! I want Mine to be able to see the moment of ejaculation clearly too! The moment the white liquid splatters from my cock!!”

 

Even as an excuse, it was the absolute worst. If anything, I’d made it worse. But I couldn’t help it. They say a man dominated by lust has his intelligence drop to one-five-hundredth of its normal level. (According to my own research.)

 

However, this earnest girl responded with….

 

“I see! Such deep foresight… I never would have dreamed of it! As expected of our President!”

 

Ugh, my heart ached… But even more than that, my dick felt amazing…

 

“As expected of Master! To think even of us females who serve as your pets… how truly fortunate we are…♡”

 

The fact that my rationality was failing was partly Oboro’s fault. Mine’s oral service alone was enough to feel incredible, but my face was currently enveloped from both sides by Oboro’s H-cups. My male instincts were reacting on their own to that soft elasticity and the sweet scent of a female.

 

“It is nearly time for the finish♡ Bespectacled girl, intensify your tongue caresses on the tip♡ So that we may behold Master’s masculine ejaculation~♡”

 

“Yes!”

 

Chiro-chiro-chiro!♡ Churo-churo-churoro!!♡♡

 

It was no use. I was coming.

 

Chiro-chiro!♡ Churo-churo!!♡ Chirorororo!!!♡♡♡

 

“Ugh, aah!?”

 

I ejaculated with a bursting sensation, byubu. Thanks to Mine firmly supporting the base of my penis, the massive amount of semen was launched almost straight up, raining down directly onto Mine’s head.

 

“Nhya!?”

 

“Look up, girl! Raise your face and bathe in all of it♡”

 

“!! Yes! Ngh—nnn…♡♡♡”

 

Bicha-bicha-bicha♡ Bichaaaa!♡

 

The thick male juice stained the innocent, bespectacled girl white. The slime clung to the lenses of her glasses, soaked her hair in stickiness, and splattered across her slender cheeks, shoulders, and the pink nipples that had become more erect than before.

 

“Ah, it’s hot—! President, your ejaculation is so hot and thick…!♡ Ubu♡ I… I can’t even breathe… there’s so much…!”

 

The sticky liquid clung to her thin lips, coating Mine’s upper body in white.

 

“Now, it’s not over yet, you know?♡ Use that mouth to suck out every last drop♡”

 

“Ah, that’s right! Ndju!”

 

Mine hurriedly tucked her chin, and just as I thought she had latched onto the glans while it was still pulsing,

 

“Djuzozozozo!!♡♡♡ Zuzozo!!!♡♡♡”

 

She sucked with a vulgar sound that a class-president-type girl should absolutely never make.

 

“M-Mine!? Ugwaaaaaa!?”

 

“Djuzo-zo!♡ Ndjudjudjudjudjudjuuuuuu!!!♡♡♡♡”

 

Throb, throb♡ Throb, throb♡

 

In the end, while my face was being squeezed and rubbed between those explosive breasts, every last bit of semen remaining in my urethra was sucked out into Mine’s mouth.

 

“Haah, haah…”

 

“Fu-aaaaah…♡ This… this job is the best…!”

 

Mine swallowed the viscous liquid with a gulp, and with a radiant face that didn’t suit the situation at all, she spoke.

 

“Even with this puny body of mine, I can satisfy the President. It is such rewarding work! I want to serve you even more, much more intensely!”

 

“Mm-hmm♡ I shall continue to train you, so be sure to devote yourself to Master, alright?♡”

 

“Yes! Of course!”

 

Despite being total opposites, the two of them had hit it off perfectly. And to top it all off…

 

“Master, we shall follow you for the rest of our lives…♡ We will make sure to finish this brothel magnificently and grandly♡ Is it alright if we continue construction as planned?♡”

 

“A-Ah… Sure…”

 

Just like that, she had slickly tricked me into officially authorizing the existence of the brothel.

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The day after those events, Imelda and Kia came to visit. Since I trusted this thief duo to some extent, I let them come all the way to the front of my house.

 

“You’ve even built something like this… I’m surprised all over again,” Imelda remarked.

 

She looked bewildered by the fact that a normal house—well, a high-class one by this world’s standards—had simply “sprouted” inside a cave.

 

“Besides, what’s with that walkway? I thought it was some kind of trap.”

 

“Oh, that’s a moving walkway.”

 

I had installed one here just like the one leading to the dummy dungeon. It was also useful for sending that village girl packing.

 

“Seriously, you’re beyond all common sense,” Imelda sighed. However, she seemed to have become quite fond of the bath since her last visit. Her long olive-colored hair was perfectly groomed. Kia, who had also tidied herself up, looked at me and acted somewhat bashfully.

 

“H-Hey, it’s been a while… hasn’t it?”

 

She had even put a hairpin in her hair, starting to show an interest in her appearance. Given her age, she really felt like a little sister to me.

 

(Come to think of it, I have a little sister too. A little sister in this world.)

 

Back when I was in the royal palace, Gerda was the only one among my siblings who was on my side. She didn’t have a very assertive personality. I wondered if she was doing okay in that palace full of horrific power struggles. She’d be about sixteen by now. She was quite the beautiful girl, too.

 

“…You have the look of someone thinking about another woman…”

 

As expected of a thief. Her intuition was sharp. I figured it was best to change the subject.

 

“So, what brings you here today?”

 

“I heard a rather unsettling rumor. I thought I should let you know just in case. I assume you don’t want more people wandering around here, right?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

Imelda and the others gathered information from all over as thieves. Since they were “noble thieves,” they were particularly keen on information regarding their targets: the nobility.

 

“Are you aware of the story that the Third Prince of the Raymond Royal Family is still missing? The prince who committed high treason.”

 

“………… I might know a little about it.”

 

The Third Prince, Alto Raymond—of course, that was me.

 

I hadn’t revealed my true identity to Imelda and Kia, but I wasn’t using a pseudonym either, and Medi and the others called me “Alto” as a matter of course… These sharp thieves probably had their suspicions.

 

“The story is that the Second Prince, Uber, has started a move to search for that prince. It’s been two years… Normally, someone would have died in a ditch somewhere by now.”

 

(Correct. I died in a ditch in a dungeon, and now I’m flirting with beautiful girls.)

 

“Isn’t there a bounty on his head? Are you okay with him beating you to it?”

 

“Hmph. I don’t work as a thief just for the money.”

 

Imelda crossed her arms.

 

“My gut tells me that Prince Uber is the suspicious one. I don’t hear any good rumors about him. I even doubt whether the Third Prince actually committed a crime.”

 

“We don’t forgive bad nobles or royals. On the flip side, if someone was framed by them… We feel like we’d want to be on that person’s side.”

 

“I see.”

 

If the search area expanded, they might discover this dungeon. And if a fugitive prince were found hiding here, danger would follow…

 

“The information helps. Thanks, Imelda, Kia.”

 

I didn’t intend to fully open my heart to humans, but I couldn’t bring myself to hate that entertaining village girl or this reliable thief duo.

 

“Wh-What’s this? You’re being so honest it’s creepy.”

 

“Geez, you’re making me blush…”

 

“In exchange for the tip, want to take a bath?”

 

“”!?””

 

After that, they took a hell of a long bath.

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