Chapter 65 A Reunion Between Man And Frog (1/2)

Now normally, Damien would've probably smacked the weird futa-woman into the ground for using such an uppity tone and daring to point a spear in his face.

But recently, very, very recently, he's felt so much more calm and peaceful. He didn't feel the crippling need to put people in their places. In fact, even his desire for purge had lessened. Yeah, he was a changed man for the better.

Is this the effect of having a good woman?

So in response to the spit the woman unintentionally threw in his face he merely took a finger and pushed the tip of her weapon away.

”Hey, I'm just here looking for some sexy slime girls. Don't mind me.” He threw the first floor's guardian roo over his shoulder and turned away.

But Riley had other ideas. ”....Slime girls, you say?” Her tone was riddled with intrigue. ”What's that?”

He looked up into the hole he'd made. The light from up above shone down upon his face, giving him a worldly air of mystery and wisdom. ”The dreams of men, personified.”

He was sure that sexy slime girls would have only the softest and most elastic breasts in the world, capable of growing to any size.

And why was that important? Because Damien had a dream….a dream where he was enveloped by breasts. Surrounded by warm, slippery pillows akin to being back in your mother's womb.

This was a dream that had sprouted within him ever since he knew of the great Slime Girl Goddess, Suu!

Indeed. Even in this life, even with his thoughts of turning Vee into a goth girl later on, even with her and Mary's as yet unrivaled busts haunting his mind….Damien's memory of Suu's potent weapons of destruction still plagued his soul. Those massive mounds that jiggled and bounced in a way that left one thoroughly entranced. Those large, innocent eyes, too, were….

They roused the dark thoughts of men. They stirred the desire to protect.

You wanted to guard her from all the evils of the world! You wanted to mercilessly corrupt her yourself!

These dichotomous instincts merged together and rendered you incapable of escape.

Oh, Suu….

There must be slime girls in this world. Damien didn't want to believe in an isekai where slime girls didn't exist. He had never seen one in the games, but surely, surely…!

His eyes shone with fanatical light.

These were eyes with which he held upon first seeing Minerva. Eyes he would possess when looking at Vera and imagining the splendid goth girl milf she could become.

They were eyes belonging to a man who had long since devoted himself to discovering the profound truths of ero! One who would chase his passions to the edge of the world, and then even further beyond!

And Riley, a futa-woman with the soul of a true fat bastard, felt this dauntless fanaticism. It radiated from the youth's very being, resonating with her on the deepest of levels. This was surely...fate!

There were no words needed. Riley was certain.

”An aura of such splendid enlightenment can come only from the most cultured of individuals.” She ordered her women to place down their spears. ”It is a pleasure to meet you, O wise one.”

Damien's clear, undiluted gaze bore down on her. There was respect and liking in that look. Despite having exchanged so few words they could feel the kindred spirits in one another.

”No, comrade. It is I who has had the pleasure of meeting you.”

”Come, have a drink. Tell me more of these sexy slime girls you speak of..”

”I would love nothing more.”

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And just like that, she led him away.

Meanwhile everyone else had no clue as to what the flying fuck was going on. Milly and Dr.Schitt, however, merely went with the flow and followed after them.

Rory and Rohk gave each other a glance. But it was their youngest of the party, Patrick, who voiced their thoughts.

”Should we…?” He trailed off.

Cedric, the bearded man, grunted. ”I don't think we have a choice. We don't even know where we are and the only exist I can see is up there.” He pointed upwards. ”Does anyone else have wings? Or a flying throne?”

Which was another thing, What was up with that? They doubted even the richest of Nobles would have such an extravagant magical Artifact. Who was that kid? Perhaps a Royal from some powerful nation?

Though he didn't give off that sort of impression judging from his mannerisms. Not that any of them ever met a Royal, but one could assume they wouldn't be as eccentric as this guy seemed to be.

That said, they were also curious of that girl Patrick attempted to save. She was the one who gave a feeling of regality in her bearing. Head held high, back straight, with a calm and confident gait. She was young but attractive in appearance, her eyes like polished amber framed by silky black threads. The straight sword at her hips never left her hand as if she were ready to draw it at any time, making her seem exceedingly well-practiced in it's wielding.

And despite her having only opened her mouth to spout abuse up till now the voice that'd come from her mouth had been like that of a small bell. Clear and pleasant.

She fit the bill of a Royal well. Although so would the boy who for some reasons called him her ”papa” would too, if only judging from his outward appearance.

”It looks like the leader's taken a liking to the kid. Not sure how she and her followers would respond to us if we randomly walked about. I don't want to test it either. Let's stick with the kid for now.”

Cedric had mixed feelings on that since that kid was the one who got them into this delicate situation, but he was the only reason they hadn't been attacked. Somehow. Apparently whatever he said just a second ago had struck a cord with that….woman?

Charlotte pat the mustachioed man on the back. ”Don't think about it too much. That rascally fellow has the protection of the gods on his side. He even stole drugs from a dragon, this is nothing.” She smiled reassuringly. ”Besides, if worse comes to worst, he'll just kill that vulgar woman and brainwash her so-called harem. A reborn Demon King with a Dragon-Angel bloodline like him won't be put into a situation by something of this level.”

Charlotte had faith in the Damien who seemed able to walk through the world unhindered.

None of them were reassured by that smile of her's. They only felt their heart's turn cold before deciding to not think about whether her words were true or not. And then rationalize she must be exaggerating.

Demon King? Dragon? Angel? Any one of those were enough to stand at the top of the world's food chain. No way that sort of being was in some random dungeon like this.

As they walked Charlotte turned to Patrick, that tall and handsome youth who had so rudely pushed her down that hill to ”save” her.

”You have a pretty okay Aura. You'll make a good disciple. What do you say?” She sent him a piercing look.

The boy's face scrunched up in confusion. ”Um, what was that?”

She jerked a thumb to Damien up front. ”That scoundrel there. Someday he'll surely be a plague sweeping through the lands without impunity. Killing men and bedding women. Slaughtering all those who stand in his way. Purging to his heart's delight.” She had a grim look as she described his future endeavors. ”Riding a charred chariot pulled by horses bearing manes of fire and eyes like coals.” She shook her head. ”Dark times are ahead of us. This is why I train, to stop his mad conquest in the future. But I can't do it alone. I need strong and valiant souls like you to lend me your strength. What say you? Will you follow me and help stand against that rotten bastard's evil?”

Charlotte knew he had his good points. And that he's not THAT bad...but he was surely a crazy guy! Just him existing had set all kinds of things in motion. Like how his actions in the Dry Lands had caused the Alliance to grow alert enough to start raising up new elite soldiers by turning several prestigious schools into military academies.

There simply isn't any way of knowing just how much damage he'll do in the future. Since he does whatever he wants regardless of any consequence that might pop up, he was certainly dangerous.

Charlotte knew her calling was to stop his reign of terror. Of course, she didn't want to kill him...anymore. She certainly would ensure his capture and taming, though.

She could just imagine herself now. Sitting on that cool golden throne of his, the Holy Sword at her side, Greatbow in one hand and a chain in the other. On the end of which would be Damien, kissing her feet reverently while people cheered her name.

A disgusting laugh escaped her lips. ”Kek.”

While Charlotte dreamt of her version of a perfect world, Damien was busy talking to Riley. Apparently, all the inhabitants here were past adventurers who'd fallen into a trap and ended up in this place. Riley herself had dropped into the area some years ago.

When she arrived she was immediately attacked by the men who thought her a monster and ended up killing every man in the compound they were now heading to. According to her the men and women were already split when she got here and had bad relations. Thanks to her killing most if not all the men in the region she became the leader of the women and ended up with a harem.

”Us female Ogrekin can adapt to our situations pretty well. In the absence of males, we were designed to be capable of inseminating and reproducing with most known races as a way of increasing our numbers and continuing the war. Which is how I grew this thing.” She pointed to her prodigious member. ”Works for me, I prefer women anyway. And I think they got tired of scissoring” A perverted chuckled. ”It all came together pretty nice.”

Damien learned that because of the bad blood between most of the men and women before her arrival, new men who found themselves here were either killed or placed into positions of labor.

No one knew who built the feudal-era-looking castle Riley had commandeered, nor knew why this place was made so forgiving as to allow for easy farming of plants to allow them a way to live. Supposedly this place even had it's own seasons.

”I once met an Ogre. Richard. Know him?” He remembered the pleasant and welcoming Ogre fondly.

”We don't all know each other, okay? But actually, I think I have heard that name somewhere before.” Riley's eyes were drawn to that floating sword that followed them closely. But that dark, malevolent aura wasn't how she'd read the Holy Blade being described at all.

”He told me about the elves.”

”Oh, that? Yeah I was surprised to. Isn't that just so totally backwards? Usually it's the Orgres being the bad guys.”

”What the--? How do you know that?”

Riley snorted. ”My owner used to watch that sort of stuff all the time.” She explained.

”Owner?”

”Yup. You won't believe me, but I didn't always used to be the glorious futa you see today. In another life, I was a handsome frog.”

Damien couldn't quite comprehend what he was hearing. ”You were...a frog….”

”Uh-huh. A sexy one. Like for real.” She sighed in reminiscence. ”I didn't have higher thought like I do now at that time, but ever since I came to this world I've had pretty good recollection of my life as a frog. Was nice, man. I had all the crickets I could eat, A sweet crib and my owner even gave me a pretty female frog to keep as a sex buddy. Such a generous guy.” She wiped an imaginary tear. ”I learned a lot of things from him since his computer was at the perfect angle to seek peeks at. Good dude. Such a shame he decided to put on a suit and look for a job. Worst mistake of his life. I mean hell as soon as he stepped out a truck just came outta nowhere and punted him across the street. I saw him ragdolling from the window. Poor bastard. Of course I and that annoyingly clingy Cockatoo starved to death a short while after. By the way, don't ask what a computer and truck are. I barely get it myself.”