Dungeon Overlord: Monster Girl Harem!

"So what's your name?"

Leonhardt didn't show the woman any respect since she treated the women in his dungeon with dirty looks and talked down to him. He didn't bother trying to act interested or kind.

This woman was a bitch.

"Indra."

And just like he expected, the woman curtly responded, looking away from him and striding towards another teleportation pane... "We cannot get to the dungeon meeting with a single portal because your dungeon is low class and spawned in a backwater area."

"This bitch!"

Nyxara's body almost lunged forward, and both hands were ready to draw her blades.

If not for Leonhardt grabbing her waist and pulling her close.

"Don't get angry, be good."

"Gah... Ngh!?"

Outside the tower, they stood; the stars and darkness flickered like magic.

Once Leonhardt and Nyxara teleported to the next place, they found themselves in a strange space. The platform was a hex shape with countless floors above and below, and several hexagon-shaped foot panels on each floor with a bronze colour.

Leonhardt checked them with his Arachne Sight.

[Portal 1E]

Destination - Demon Capital

Access - Rank A

'A portal to the demon capital, but it seems I don't have the rank to enter...'

[Of course, this is a special place; once you have gained your rank, you can be transported anywhere designated without issue.]

That fact sounded cool, but Leonhardt noticed that the woman was already glaring at him from the other side of the platform.

Leonhardt couldn't afford someone to set off Nyxara, so he needed to keep her on his leash, and thus whispered in her long brown ear.

"If you ignore her, I will reward you tonight. So follow me, and hold my hand."

"H-Husband..."

"Who is your husband?"

"Ack...!?" It seemed Nyxara didn't realise what she said, her caramel cheeks turning dark purple when she blushed.

Leonhardt enjoyed the women who acted cutely around him, especially the ones who wanted his affection so badly. So he brushed his lips against her ears once again. "Maybe I can let you call me that if you're a very... very good girl."

"Hnnng~ Master?"

"Be good, let's go."

Without making trouble and holding his hand tight, Nyxara followed Leonhardt, who glanced at her before smirking.

"Master, these clothes are strange..."

Usually, she wore leather armour with high exposure, but Asmodeus forced her to wear a black dress with a heart-shaped neckline and puffy shape, hiding her legs and figure from him.

'Although there's less exposure, it enhances her deep, brown cleavage, the shimmer of her dusky skin, and the natural curves boosted by her hard work and constant training.'

"You look beautiful."

Nyxara looked up at him, but he ignored her as they approached the irritated Indra and stepped onto the hexagon.

"Tsk..."

Indra clicked her tongue as the teleportation device began to stir; a purple flutter of luminous lights and glowing golden sigils shone beneath them.

[Portal 1A]

Destination - ????

Access - Dungeon Master

***

The world around them flashed with colour as if it shattered like glass, and they were in another place.

"Ahh!"

Nyxara almost fell as she lost her sense of balance, but Leonhardt held her before she could fall.

A loud echo of voices chattering, the clang of glass and tapping of shoes on a dancefloor... the meeting was nothing compared to what Leonhardt thought.

It reminded him of the balls and tea parties he read about when learning more about human society... hundreds of people, monsters and creatures all lingered around.

Quite a few looked at Leonhardt inquisitively before growing bored as they noticed something.

'What's that strange thing on their hands?'

A large letter appeared on their left hands, but his eyes widened as he read the letter on Indra's hand.

Rank B

Leonhardt glanced around and noticed that most people here were Rank C with a few Rank D's and one Rank E, who looked like some kind of servant. He walked around offering drinks to the Rank C and D monsters.

'Oh, I see... strength is everything here.'

Not just Indra, but the other monsters also seemed uninterested in him since he lacked any type of ranking, and thus, he was weak.

"Hmm... what a weird world."

Leonhardt mumbled as he glanced at Nyxara, who held his arm close.

That's when he noticed the treatment of dungeon monsters... several women stood by their masters' sides with their heads lowered.

Strange monsters crawled along the floor, and others massaged their feet.

'This is going to be annoying isn't it...'

Leonhardt noticed that the lower-ranked dungeon masters weren't weak; some were the same level as Gobbolas and Nyxara.

He used his arachne sight to watch each monster and dungeon master and found his current strength alone would match a Rank C dungeon master. But Rank B... despite his strength winning out, their attributes were more balanced and dangerous.

'So I should be careful...'

Indra turned back, her eyes narrowed, before huffing.

"I have guided you here, so wait for the Chairman to make an announcement."

That was it; she soon vanished into a room that seemed to be a kind of VIP area, because the sight of Leonhardt couldn't bypass the entrance as if some sort of barrier existed.

"Well..."

"Master, what should we do now?"

Leonhardt didn't want to cause trouble, but also refused to be a loser and act like the Rank E and D who were glorified servants.

So he took Nyxara and found a place to sit.

The place was a large room with an enormous dancefloor, a piano playing gentle music, and several tables filled with fancy foods.

What amazed Leonhardt was the difference between rooms; some were like classic human rooms, while others seemed more like BDSM rooms where Dungeon Masters were committing sexual acts.

"This place is annoying..."

"Master, people keep staring at us."

"Well that's because my Nyx is extremely beautiful."

Leonhardt's hand cupped her chest, pulling the bronze beauty onto his lap, and leaning her against his chest, letting her head rest on his shoulder.

"Kya!? Master...?"

"Don't worry, let's just enjoy the moment. Do you want to try this drink? It's sweet."

Before she could respond, Leonhardt swallowed a mouthful and leaned closer to her, kissing her soft purple lips, pouring the wine into her mouth. His tongue slid inside her mouth, making the cute dark elf squirm.

He held her still and felt her tongue wrestle against his for control over the kiss.

"Nnnnph..."

Nyxara whimpered and moaned, her modest chest bouncing in the dress, as Leonhardt pulled back.

A string of saliva dripped down her chin as she looked at him in a blur.

"It's sweet like your lips, haha."

That's when someone spoke to them and soured their mood.

"Here's a fool that doesn't know the rules!" A male with spikes poking from his bald scalp, his skin blue and eyes pure black.

"Oh? And who are you?" Leonhardt noticed his rank.

Rank D

"Someone who is gonna teach you the rules around here!"

Suddenly, a large arm covered in scales appeared from his back and swung down to hit Leonhardt, but he didn't move or even try to, because the man's attributes were below Nyxara, and the Orc warlord he had killed the day before.

'So is this some kind of hazing?'

Leonhardt wasn't sure if they were trying to teach him about manners or just bully the low ranks for fun... either way, he would rather just kill them.

"Trying to hurt my Master?!"

"Nyx... be good..."

Leonhardt's arm held around Nyxara's stomach, her face filled with rage and embarrassment, until his hand grasped her breasts, squishing them between his fingers, the soft, squishy feeling amazing to the touch.

But she didn't want to disobey him or lose the reward he promised her, so she leaned back into his arms, enjoying his touch.

The fist slammed down onto the table, splintering it into shards that scattered around, but it wasn't powerful enough to hurt Leonhardt's skin. The male's black eyes widened in shock before a wicked grin spread on his face.

"So, how about you get on your knee's and serve me, Unranked Trash!"

Leonhardt ignored him and instead peeked over his shoulder, noticing an E rank monster that looked like a hairy dog.

[Rock - Kobold Dungeon Master]

[Rank E]

"Hmmm... Hey you, Rock!"

The kobold suddenly snapped around. It had been a long time since someone called Rock's name.

Known as a dog or a kobold, he turned to the handsome elf-like Leonhardt.

"Y-Yes?"

'He's not so bad, more cute than this ugly blue freak.'

"If I kill this moron, will anything happen?"

"I-"

Before he could respond, another voice cut through them. A female.

"A dungeon master is immortal when at the meetings. So feel free to kill him~"

Leonhardt's eyes fell on the woman, who had curly green hair made of snakes and a voluptuous figure hidden beneath a red cocktail dress, her lower body a snake.

"Thank you beautiful Lady."

He then turned to the D-Rank, who looked at him strangely.

[Vellod - Blue Oni Dungeon Master]

[Rank D]

"No problem, unranked cutie." The lamia winked at him before slithering away, but the letter on the back of her hand caused Leonhardt's chest to throb.

A bold S covered in small snakes.