Dungeon Overlord: Monster Girl Harem!

Smash!

Nyxara's brain shook from the sudden blow, knocking her across the arena, legs staggering as she wobbled before dropping to one knee. "Agh... that hurt like hell." She spat on the floor, still unable to clench the daggers in her hand properly. The blow rattled her, and even now her legs felt like noodles.

'The difference in strength is too big to fight him head on...'

She experienced fighting someone stronger daily—Leonhardt was stronger than this oni.

"It seems you've realised the truth now, you fucking whore!" Vellod cracked his neck as a mist spread from his flesh, the surface like cracked ice. Then his face twisted, lips curling into a disgusting and vulgar smirk. "How is it to fight a real man?"

'What?'

Vellod's words took a moment to register in her mind as she blinked at him, completely confused at first. Then the meaning became clear. It was an insult, an insult directed at the man whom she served and adored.

Unable to control herself, she gritted her teeth and used [Shadow Step]

Figure blurring into darkness, she appeared behind the enemy.

Nyxara twirled the blades in her palms as she used [Dagger Flurry] in succession, almost draining all her energy in a single attack.

Slice!

The first cut sliced across the upper back of the oni, his body shuddering and snapping towards her in retaliation. Vellod's arm swung towards her head with a low howl as Nyxara ducked under the blow and stabbed his armpit in her second attack.

Before Vellod could register the pain, her third and fourth attacks cut into his side and biceps, then rolled away from him.

The fifth cut left a bloody streak across his abdomen.

"Tsk, durable little bastard." She clicked her tongue as the blue blood oozed from her daggers, a faint hiss because of the icy cold.

"YOU!"

The dungeon master bellowed, his body glowing blue as he squatted in a horse pose, fists clenched at his waist. "I will punish you for harming my precious body!"

"Shut up, you annoying fly."

The dark elf's emerald eyes glowed with rage. "You are a thousand years too young to be talking shit to me. How dare you insult my Master!" Nyxara flicked her blades, adjusting her position while wary of the oni's strange atmosphere. He was preparing something, but what? "He is a hundred times better than you in every way, you piece of shit."

'Damn it... what if my master hears my vulgar speech!?'

"SHUT UP!"

Suddenly, ice filled the area like an explosion.

There was a loud crack as the whole area froze in an instant.

"Domain of Frost!"

Vellod spread his arms out and created a large sphere around him.

Inside the sphere, shards of ice flung around in his orbit, cutting through the air.

'That's bad!' Nyxara felt a cold chill run down her spine as she tried to escape the domain's range.

"You can't escape!"

Vellod pointed towards her, and the shards focused into one area—towards her.

A dozen sharp icicles sped through the area like darts, aiming for her as the icy wind froze her flesh.

'Damn it!'

Each second inside the domain sapped her energy and stopped her from recovering. She had to get out of the field. But no matter where she dodged, the icy shards were aimed at her relentlessly.

Nyxara's blades danced in the air, deflecting the ice as shards sliced, tore and pierced her pale brown flesh. The icy wind turned to frostbite, her skin cracking from the cold.

Her breaths became shorter and shorter, the cold burning her lungs.

"Not so arrogant now are you!?"

Vellod shouted, his forehead bulging with veins, eyes bloodshot and red.

"I will kill you, then toss your fucking head back to that pathetic master of yours!" He stepped forward, all the muscles on his body tense and bulging to maintain the domain, "although Dungeon Masters are immortal in this place, a filthy dog like you? Hahaha!"

"..."

Nyxara's emerald eyes dimmed, drooping as they stared at him with contempt. 'I cannot attack while he is in that stance, and I cannot defend like this forever. Think, Nyxara! This is a match to win his affection, his reward!'

"Phew..."

She lowered her daggers, taking a deep breath to focus her body and mind as her stance relaxed.

Nyxara's thinly veiled eyes glared at the oni.

"After all an inferior dark elf cannot fight a true monster!"

"Well, she's nothing but a glorified prostitute, gyahahaha!"

"Her Master must be stupid to lose such a fine product."

The crowd's voices faded, their insults, mockery and lewd comments worthless... she wanted complete focus, her ears tingling and stinging as she focused on the arena, able to hear the faint beat of her heart.

"I believe in you, Nyxara."

Ba-Dump!

Ba-Dump!

The sound suddenly increased, almost a deafening echo, as her heart raced faster.

"Ahh~ he believes in me.... I feel his gaze, his voice like a soft caress...."

"What the...!?"

Vellod's eyes widened when Nyxara suddenly changed her eyes, no longer fierce but drowning in a strange emotion. She cupped her chest, stroking her body as her hips swayed seductively.

He froze momentarily, confused and worried about a desperate counterattack, the dark elf tossing her daggers in the air.

As the daggers spun around rapidly.

However, when the grip touched Nyxara's palm, her emerald eyes flashed with delight, and she vanished from sight.

Fwoosh~

A figure blurred and disappeared within the domain.

"What the fuck!?"

Vellod's eyes narrowed in confusion, trying to catch the fleeting shadow inside the ice sphere. However, his eyes were not fast enough to see her.

Then, he felt his blood freeze and a sharp, cold pain in his left shoulder, her blade cutting the taut muscles deeper than before, yet she vanished almost instantly... once again using [Shadow Step] to vanish.

No, this was different...

Nyxara appeared on the opposite side of Vellod, his arm smashing her previous image, a mere afterimage as she cut his armpit with a shallow, yet wide slice. Then, again, she vanished.

Shhing!

A figure danced around the arena, the sound of her blade slicing and cutting his blue flesh like a song.

'It hurts...'

'I can't breathe!'

"But it feels good~ watch me, Master, will push myself to the limit for you!'

Her nose leaked blood, as she rapidly appeared in one place, attacked, then vanished again, wounds increasing on the body of Vellod as his ice domain became worthless, unable to keep up with her speed as she disappeared into the shadows.

"YOU!" Vellod's howl shook the arena, and his domain exploded into a burst of sharp icicles.

He stomped on the ground, and sharp icicles formed from the ground, stabbing the area around him.

"Ugh!?"

Yet, even then, Nyxara appeared behind him with her daggers, slicing the exposed flesh. But her blade could no longer reach the oni.

"Hrrk...!"

Blood oozed from her lips as two thin shards penetrated her stomach and chest.

'Ah...'

Nyxara almost stumbled, but her hips wobbled in a strange pattern, the pale brown flesh dancing and twirling seductively, evading a few sharp ice spikes. Yet that wasn't enough for this... her pupils dilated as the pain bit into her flesh. It felt as if the ice gnawed her bones.

'That's not enough... is it?'

Her eyes drooped, her mind in a strange place. The pain was distant, and the desire to win was overwhelming her.

"Oh my god... she's like a skewered lamb!"

"Damn that is one kinky dark elf! Skewered but still fighting."

"Vellod's won it now..."

But despite his advantage, Vellod was panicking, unable to strike the dark elf down. She was not the same as before... from his eyes, she was like a mass of darkness, a misty fog in humanoid shape.

Nyxara dragged herself from the shards, blood gushing out from her wounds. Her leather armour torn and broken, the shredded remains falling onto the floor. Blood seeped down her legs, but the injuries were rapidly closing.

A dagger dangled from her left arm, the other frozen on the ground.

However...

Nyxara showed no sign of stopping as her body swayed seductively. Then, with her chest heaving, she raised her dagger and pointed the tip at the oni.

"I won't fall, even in death." Her growl echoed through the hall, her eyes almost completely dull, one half closed and bloody, yet a strange fire burned within her.

Her pupils dilated.

The pain was a distant memory, almost a numbing pleasure as the cold air kissed her exposed skin.

"Haaah~!" Vellod howled, his muscles tense as the veins on his forehead appeared. "Die!"

And just like it began, he pulled back his fist and then threw it with all his power, lunging at Nyxara with no regret or forgiveness—the punch aimed to kill her.

Nyxara's body blurred, her feet moving with unstable steps as she ducked under the fist, its force and power cutting her cheek with the wind. Instead, she stabbed her blade into his flesh, then dragged the blade across Vellod's arms.

Her power lower

Her endurance at its limits...

However, in her desperation to win, Nyxara tore through the oni's artery, slicing his throat before yanking out the blade. His blood spurted in an arc as she flipped the knife, then, like a bite, she gripped the hilt with both hands.

'Master~ watch me!'

And then drove it into his neck

As a flurry of frozen shards tore through her abdomen.