Chapter 32 – Is it Wrong to Start a Harem in a Dungeon? Part 1
POV Damian
Dank.
That's all I could think when I stepped inside. Fucking dank.
The place reeked—stale air, rat piss, mold caked so deep into the stone it probably had its own ecosystem. Somewhere under all that rot was something faintly floral, like the dungeon itself was trying to cover its stink. And somehow…I felt right at home.
The system pinged the moment I crossed the threshold.
Alert: You've entered an area of temporal fluctuation. Time ratio calculated: 1:15.
1 day outside = 15 inside.
Time remaining for Kai's confinement: 60 hours.
"Oh?" I chuckled, rolling my shoulders. "I can work with that."
Do the math: sixty hours outside meant thirty days in here. If I dedicated forty-eight hours to reaching floor twenty, that left me plenty of time to enjoy my prize with Serenya. Thirty days of blood, flesh, and conquest.
Every journey begins with one step.
Floor one looked easy. Corridors of smooth-cut stone, no cracks or crevices, no ambush angles. The whole place was unnaturally well lit, torches flaring violet in their sconces. Too clean for a dungeon. Too convenient. I almost felt insulted.
Then I found my first monster.
A chicken. A massive fucking chicken.
Feathers black as night, dripping blue at the tips like fresh paint. A handful were already ablaze with violet fire, the flames licking without burning. Its eyes glowed wild, fierce—more hawk than hen.
I grinned. Female. A new species Kai had never seen. Good breeding stock. I could already picture her squirming beneath me, feathers in my teeth. The Wildreach's ecosystem? About to be a mess.
I could feel the heat building in my body, lust winding into hunger. But she didn't move. Not even a twitch. She just stared at me like I was beneath notice. Or maybe she was inviting me.
Her mistake.
The system pinged again.
Claim it.
That was all I needed. The heat in me snapped loose, surging like a dam breaking. My power always rose with my arousal. I'd suspected it, but now I knew. The corrupted Monster Mage skill wanted this too.
Good. So did I.
I lunged, foot snapping out in a wild kick. She caught it with her wing like it was nothing, flicking me across the corridor in a burst of force. My body slammed stone, dust showering down.
I laughed as I righted myself, springing off the walls like a ricocheting bullet. She tracked me perfectly, unbothered, eyes calm.
"Got you!" I roared as I slammed down from above, both fists interlocked. The hit cracked across her skull, echoing through the hall. Her head dipped with the blow—then she spun into it and kicked.
The strike landed dead-center. For an instant I thought my organs liquefied.
I hit the ground gasping, ribs screaming, vision swimming. And I smiled. Wide.
The pain lit me up, and my cock twitched at the same time. Oh, yeah. This bird was special.
Mana flared in my veins, bones knitting, burns receding. When I looked back at her, she was watching me with the faintest edge of caution. Her first crack of emotion.
"Prepare yourself, chicken," I grinned, drool dripping from my lips. "Oh, the sweet noises you'll make."
This time I lunged with mana-loaded legs. She didn't expect the speed. For the first time, surprise flickered across her face before my fist caved her beak with a bone-crunching snap. The sound sent shivers down my spine—pure bliss.
She crumpled, body smacking the floor, but still silent. I kicked her across the hall, her frame slamming stone hard enough to crater it.
I went for the final blow.
Then violet fire erupted.
Waves of burning mana slammed me back, searing my skin raw. I staggered, coughing through the blistering heat. She rose, flames climbing higher until her whole body was engulfed. The chicken shape burned away.
When the fire faded, a humanoid stood there.
Hair black as midnight, dripping blue at the ends where violet fire curled. A round, sharp little face framed in feathered bangs. Hawk eyes, glowing purple. Skin an eerie, flawless blue. Black-and-blue feathers traced her arms, her thighs, her chest and hips—arranged like mock clothing, indecent in its modesty.
She raised a hand, flames dancing at her fingertips, and tilted her head. Then smiled. Taunting.
Round two.
Her fire blast roared down the corridor, turning the stone orange with heat. I rolled, skin blistering, lungs filling with smoke, but pain was a toy to me. I came up grinning, ribs creaking, my arm already glowing with mana as I slammed a kick into her gut. She bent with the impact, coughed, but answered with an eruption of violet fire so hot the walls melted.
The flames vanished as fast as they came, but the damage was done. My skin smoldered. My chest swelled, throat closing. I looked like someone had tossed me into a fucking furnace.
I laughed anyway, tears burning down my cheeks. "Not bad, bird girl. Not bad at all."
She panted, sweat dripping down her inhuman skin. That had been her ace. And it wasn't enough.
We both knew it.
My mana flared again, knitting my burns, numbing the pain, pleasure rushing in to take its place. My cock throbbed, visible even through scorched cloth. She saw it. And for the first time, she faltered.
Her head bowed. Submission.
The system pinged.
Taming successful. Name new tamed monster?
My chest heaved. I'd meant to test it, to mimic Kai—stroke her feathers, fake tenderness, pretend to bond like she was family. That's what he'd do.
But me? All that mattered was conquest. She'd bent. She'd yielded. That was enough.
I grabbed her waist, pressing close, her warmth consuming me.
"Magnificent," I whispered, slamming into her with no restraint. "I'll call you Pyora."
The wet slap of flesh and feathers echoed down the corridor. Violet light flickered across the stone as other monsters stirred awake in the dark.
I grinned, thrusting harder, already thinking ahead.
Thirty days in here. Thirty.
By the time I walked out, the dungeon wouldn't know what hit it.