Dungeon Overlord: Monster Girl Harem!

Leonhardt watched the woman's figure vanish into the hidden room, a smile coming to his lips as he stood from his seat. Attention returned to the Rank D. His lips curled into a malevolent smirk. "Hey, Trash."

"W-What the fuck did you say to me, Unranked!?"

Rock trembled beside Leon, who sat back on the couch, his legs crossed and arms spread along the backrest. "I called you trash, a Dungeon Master who is weaker than my cute dark elf, are you not embarrassed?"

Leonhardt's finger danced along Nyxara's neck, each touch causing her to tremble with ecstasy, even though he barely touched her skin.

A sudden lull in the music and voices echoed.

"Y-You shouldn't have said that... It's against conduct..." Rock's stuttering voice didn't contain anger or aggression but worry.

The poor Kobold trembled as he spoke with bouncing whiskers.

'Strange, we are rival's yet this Kobold is worried about me.'

"Conduct?"

This code of conduct was something new to Leonhardt, and the furry mascot gained his attention. But the room wouldn't give him a chance. The furious Vellod started to point and shout at Leonhardt with loud shrieks.

"You have insulted my honour! I challenge you to a ranked Duel!"

Leonhardt's eyes snapped around the room, his senses spread to their limits to hear conversations and gather information.

"Oh my, a duel? How exciting, it's been so long!" A feminine monster sucked on her pipe after showing a delighted smile.

"Do you think the Newbie has a clue about the code of conduct... didn't you see who guided him, she left straight away."

"Ah... that haughty bitch who only bows to the strong."

'Hmmm?'

From their conversations, Leonhardt learned that the woman who brought him here wasn't specifically a bitch to him and seemed just to hate the weak. He couldn't wait for the moment he overtook her and paid her back. 'Well, I am starting to become a little sadistic...' The image of her prostrating herself naked with a pig's tail shoved in her ass.

[When were you anything but sadistic!?]

Ifrit betrayed Leonhardt's self-image in an instant.

(Fufu~ that image in your head is so strong we can see it here, wow... I am a little jealous...)

"Sure, but you'll be fighting my proxy."

"How dare you!" Vellod's forehead bulged with his immense anger, but Leonhardt shrugged, his eyes shifting to Nyxara, who looked up at him with a curious expression. Her wet gaze betrayed her true feelings, though.

'She wants to fight, this dark elf... she loves fighting.'

"A proxy!? Do you have no pride as a Dungeon Master?" Vellod's deep, hoarse voice echoed through the entire venue. Many others nodded with him, and jeers and voices called Leonhardt pathetic.

"Pathetic... Pride?" Leonhardt's hand slipped inside the dress of Nyxara, his hand squeezing her soft breasts, the warmth he felt as his fingers sank into her flesh more delectable than any riches the world could offer.

"Haaan~" Nyxara covered her mouth the moment Leonhardt pinched her swelling nipples, blood rushing to her chest as the pleasant feeling of his caress spread through each nerve, driving her crazy. "M-Master~ it's good... Nnngh..."

"I have pride that my summoned monster will never lose to the likes of you!"

Leonhardt's words made everyone collectively hold their breath, watching him confidently fondle the breasts of the dark elf in his lap.

'Her breasts are so damn soft.... and really comfortable.'

"Haa... Haan.... Mmmn...!?"

Despite her body heating up, the mere touch causing her skin to fill with goosebumps, Nyxara's will to fight, to prove Leonhardt right, grew faster.

"So, Vellod are you scared to fight her, to learn she is superior to you? A dungeon master should never forget the monsters that allow him to prance around like a fool."

Leonhardt's eyes narrowed, twisting Nyxara's erect nubs. The moment breathing reached the right level of arousal, he pulled away. "Fight him Nyxara. I will grant your biggest desire tonight if you crush this fool"

"Who would be scared of some dark skinned elven whore!"

"..."

Although he didn't answer, Leonhardt's face darkened to the dungeon master's words, so much so that he almost skewered the man where he stood.

"M-Master, do you mean it?" Wet lips, a blushed face and her eyes dreamy and aroused. Nyxara asked Leonhardt with a sweet and seductive voice, her hands clutching his thigh. "Can I really have what I want the most?"

Leonhardt leaned close to her, and with a sudden movement, he bit the tip of her ear.

"Kyan~~ it hurts!"

Followed by a low, husky whisper that left her speechless.

"I love your long ears, the colour of your skin like the golden desert... do not lose, I will give you—everything."

"Hnnng!?"

Nyxara's usual aggressive nature crumbled the moment Leonhardt started flirting with her. She flung her head back, biting her lower lip as she tried to hide her whimper from the people surrounding them from hearing.

"I will... I will win for you, Master!"

"Good girl, do your best."

Pah!

The moment Leonhardt spanked her, the atmosphere of Nyxara transformed from an aroused female elf to a warrior. Her eyes sharpened, muscles tensed as she faced the giant Oni with a ferocious gaze. "I will gut him."

'The two are a mismatch...'

[Then why make her fight?]

(Haha, you want to believe in her right?)

Ifrit and Dravanna became so natural for Leonhardt that they almost felt like parts of his consciousness. Maybe they helped steady him in the darkness because he lacked one, but this wasn't just about believing in her.

'It's a test.'

[A test?]

(Oh?)

Nyxara and Vellod stepped towards the huge circular dancefloor, which was now empty... Another Dungeon Master with a low rank guided them and seemed to replace some kind of official.

"This duel is between the D-Ranked Dungeon Master of the Oni Clan Vellod and..." The moment he spoke. His voice was deep and loud, spreading through the room and uplifting people's spirits and interest. Many people started to watch, some making small bets.

"I'll bet 1 C-Grade Core that he destroys her then fucks her in front of that arrogant newbie!"

"Hahaha, true, I'll add a Mana Crystal, same bet!"

'So it seems that is the fate of the loser...'

"I-I think you should call it off... if she loses Vellod will kill her!" Rock's shaken tone helped Leonhardt calm down. He tapped the dungeon master interface and decided to go all out, walking to the group of gamblers.

A shimmer of light shone when someone made a bet, a small golden thread joining the two and likely some form of contract or guarantee.

The betting became hectic, with almost zero bets for Nyxara, who stood quietly and focused on the stage, holding her twin daggers.

Until she heard Leonhardt's loud, unapologetic voice.

"I'll Be an A-Grade Core that my dark elf Nyxara wins!"

[How could you spend all your fortune on that!? An A-Grade costs more than...]

(Oh, can it, old woman! Look at his face; it is so handsome and focused!)

"This foolish kid is going to lose his woman and his cash!"

"Hehehe~ more best, let's drain him dry."

The Dungeon Masters differed from what Leonhardt thought; he wondered if they might be like him. Empty. A being who struggles to hold the same feelings and emotions as a human might have.

'They are nothing more than glorified humans...'

His gaze shifted to the blocked rooms, for those above Rank A and B... it seemed those places were where the real dungeon masters lingered.

Because of this experience, Leonhardt lost all desire to entertain the people in this room; this event was a farce. He would prefer to crush them and grow stronger than build friendships.

Well, apart from the trembling Kobold beside him.

'Rock... this guy seems interesting.'

A monster treated worse than any other, barely classed as a dungeon master, still tried to help and guide Leonhardt.

"Fighting him, a mysterious dark elf from the rooking Dungeon Master's army!"

Leonhardt turned to face the dancefloor, which started to move. A pneumatic sound echoed as the stage hissed, twisting as it ascended.

"We all know there aren't any rules in this sacred duel! Just maim, crush or kill your opponent!" The female announcer seemed happy about this, her abundant charm shaking with each bounce she made.

***

Meanwhile, facing a strong opponent much bigger than her, the blue Oni Vellod was a giant compared to the small dark elf figure; his hulking muscles and wide frame made her look tiny.

Nyxara looked down at her Master's calm expression and knew he was thinking about something.

'Master...'

Her lips curled into a smirk.

'You're so cool...'

The moment she glanced up at the Oni, her eyes sharpened.

"Fuck you!"

She used her skill. [Shadow Step]

A loud thump echoed before anyone could even blink. Nyxara vanished from where she stood, her daggers gleaming with a dark purple hue. Before anyone else realised what happened, blood sprayed across the floor, and Nyxara landed behind her opponent with one of his fingers in her teeth.

"Peh!" She spat the finger away with a sneer at the wincing Oni.

"Don't get cocky, Slut!"

Just as she finished her attack, the Oni shouted in retaliation, his fist a few inches from her face...