Sin System: Demonic Harem After Reincarnation

The orc women in front of him looked rather feminine. Crude leather shorts tightened their wide hips, and monster hide covered their ample breasts.

These green-skinned women had naturally fit bodies. The curvy figures of these female orcs screamed strength and fertility.

Compared to the orcs back in his dungeon, the ones here had human faces. Jake actually found them attractive.

''...And breedable,'' he muttered.

At this moment, he sensed a noticeable mana signature at the 3rd Circle. Jake looked to his right and found some tall orcs heading this way.

''Hoh?''

An extremely sexy orc woman in the middle caught his attention. She was wearing a brown leather outfit and had the lower half of her face covered.

The black-haired woman was carrying a staff with 8 bells. They rang melodiously as she walked, powerfully swaying her round hips.

'This must be the Orc Shamaness.' Jake smiled, seeing the nipples of her chest mounds poking her tight clothing.

The woman's dress had slits on both sides of her hips, letting her supple thighs move freely. Her outfit's cut around the belly showed rough, symmetrical pecs.

Jake noticed the piercing on the shamaness' belly button. This and the numerous tattoos around her body added extra layers of sexiness.

Two tall and muscular Orcs walked beside her, dwarfing the shamaness. She appeared petite in comparison to the 3rd Circle giants around her.

''Greetings, Venerable Earl.''

The orcs arrived and knelt before him. The shamaness spoke in demon language, surprising Jake. He really hadn't thought a mere orc would know it.

''Impressive, you know my tongue.'' Jake motioned them to stand up. ''You may introduce yourself.''

''Thank you for the praise, venerable. I am Shel 'al Furah. What brings you to our village today?''

Only the shamaness stood up and asked. Jake could already taste her agitation as she spoke, but Shel hid the sound of it rather well. Jake had expected this shamaness to have a deeper voice, but it was quite soft.

''What if I say that I'm raiding this dungeon and stepped on some bugs?'' He walked ahead and casually examined this orc lady's stony brown eyes.

''T-Then there is no problem with it, Venerable Earl.'' The shamaness trembled and flinched under his domineering gaze. The village orcs in the surroundings were left in shock.

In all orc tribes, strength is respected above all. And not even the best warriors in this village could deter Shel. That had been the shame of all male orcs who wanted to mate with her.

Without proving that they were stronger than her, no orc could have a chance. This was the tradition. To appeal to a female, a male orc had to be more powerful. Seeing how effortlessly Jake made Shel submit, the orcs were bound to be shocked.

''Master.''

Bella trotted beside Jake. Ruxa was sitting on her. She informed him of the way to the lower floor. Last time, she and Sapheisa had exited the dungeon with a special pass. Her mistress had spoken with the Dungeon Master for it.

Shel actually remembered Ruxa, this gorgon's face. She looked at the demon who stood two heads taller than her and made speculations in mind.

''We probably won't reach the 56th floor in a day. Why don't we rest in this village for a few hours?'' Perry suggested, thinking that she knew what her master wanted.

However, she was this time wrong. Jake had come here to meet Nyssa and this dungeon's master. If possible, he wanted to make them his subordinates and take control of this entire dungeon.

Although he was definitely interested in the orcs, now was not the time to fuck around. That would be foolish as a battle could happen anytime if that mysterious dungeon master willed.

'There are certainly a lot of breedable monsters in here, but the fun has to be postponed...' He thought and shook his head, looking at the women.

…

"So that's how it is… Haven't you brought me more trouble then, Fel Mistress?"

"I did not expect him to come here personally… The demon only sent an imp the last time. I had captured it on the 5th Floor…" Nyssa replied.

As Sren was unable to understand her when she spoke human language, he had to use [Mind Talk] with her to communicate. By speaking on the level of thoughts, the language barrier did not exist.

"A 4th Circle Demon, I do not think that werewolf can fend him…"

"You underestimate Kaine!" The Dark Mage laughed. "Besides, I have sent my trump card to deal with him…"

"Hiss… If you say so, dungeon master." Nyssa seemed reluctant to call him that. "But are you really going to let him roam free inside?"

"He is a fool to enter someone else's dungeon knowing what tier it is at." Sren stood up from his throne and walked downstairs.

"I shall see what this arrogant demon is capable of. Let him come and exhaust himself. At that time, I will strike…"

The Dark Mage didn't say anything after that. He cut the call and flew out of Herion Castle, going lower and lower until he reached the forest below.

There was a cave under a thick, old tree. The mana coming out from there would've sped up Jake's heartbeat. It was immense and powerful.

Wearing the hood of his cloak, the dark mage entered the cave. A deep staircase led down to the place which seemed like an abyss.

Even though this was not the first time he went there, Sren was just as nervous and excited.

Without taking the staircase, he let himself fall freely. One of the rings on his fingers glowed with a red light at this moment.

Numerous mana crystals lightened up the surroundings as soon as he went past them.

After a full minute of free falling, Sren landed on a white plastered ground.

This place looked like the insides of a long-lost temple. It was the deepest region of the Tartus dungeon, the 72nd Floor.

"Master, she is awake!" A blonde boy with translucent wings flew to Sren and informed him.

The mage nodded seriously and followed this Dungeon Fairy. Lith was the only one who knew about this secret other than him.

Flying forward, they reached a humongous door with bloody murals on its surface. It exerted a certain pressure even on Sren, the master of this dungeon.

"Open!" Lith pointed at the door and shouted in a boyish voice.

The ancient door, which appeared like it wouldn't budge at all, immediately creaked open at that single spell.

An overwhelming pressure washed over the mage and the fairy, but they stood their ground.

Inside this chamber, a red-haired teen was chained to the ground by numerous adamantine mana-sealing chains.

The girl appeared like a delicate flower which invoked feelings of protection from anyone who saw her.

When she weakly opened her amber eyes, Sren felt an intense desire to serve her, but he suppressed that feeling.

''Kuh…'' The mage breathed heavily and thought, 'Such a powerful aura, she is indeed a pureblooded Crimson Dragon…'