Chapter 7 Dungeon Expansion Ver.①
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Kanata leaned back from the Console, letting out a long sigh. “Phew. That should do it for now.”
”Nice work, Kanata!” El’s voice chirped out of nowhere, catching him off guard just as he was about to take a breather. He turned around, and there stood Alma, dressed in a frilly maid outfit, holding a tea set with trembling hands. Perched atop her head was El, her mischievous grin practically glowing. It was clear as day—Alma was under El’s control, her body moving like a puppet on strings.
”Uh… g-good job…” Alma stammered, her cheeks flaming as she fumbled with the tea, pouring it with awkward, unpracticed movements.
”Hey, Kanata!” El piped up, her voice teasing. “What do you think of Alma-chan?” With a flick of her will, she made Alma’s body spin in a little twirl, striking a cutesy pose that was equal parts playful and provocative.
”El…” Kanata’s voice carried a warning edge, his eyes narrowing.
”What?” El smirked, her grin widening. “Heh, don’t give me that look!”
”GJ!” Kanata shot back, a reluctant grin tugging at his lips.
”Right?!” El beamed, her devilish smile practically sparkling with pride.
Alma’s face burned an even deeper red, her body frozen by El’s control. She couldn’t move, couldn’t hide. The maid outfit she wore was a gothic lolita dream—black lace, ruffles, and a skirt so short it barely qualified as clothing. But the real kicker? The chest area had two neat little cutouts, right where her n***les peeked through. To a casual glance, it might’ve passed as a quirky design choice, but up close, it was impossible to miss the exposed skin. Alma squirmed, her embarrassment screaming through every twitch and fidget. Hiding it would only draw more attention, but standing there, on display, was its own kind of torture.
”El, I gotta say it again—GJ!” Kanata chuckled, shaking his head.
”Hehe, then how about a reward?” El’s voice dripped with mischief as she guided Alma’s body forward, her lips inching toward Kanata’s.
”N-no…!” Alma’s voice cracked, her eyes wide with panic. She’d been kissed before—too many times—but the resistance hadn’t faded. She fought against it, even knowing it was futile.
El didn’t care. Alma’s arms, controlled like a marionette, looped around Kanata’s neck, pulling her lips to his in a forceful kiss. “Mmph…!” Alma’s muffled protests vibrated against Kanata’s mouth as his tongue slipped inside, relentless and invasive. It teased her own, coiling around it, grazing her teeth, even nibbling lightly before tracing the edges of her mouth with deliberate care.
”Nngh… ugh…!” Alma’s whimpers grew louder, her body trembling under the onslaught.
Kanata pulled back with a gasp. “Phew, Alma, you’re too cute.”
”Stop… please, just stop…” Alma’s voice was barely a whisper, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.
”Say that all you want, but your body’s begging for more,” Kanata teased, diving in for another kiss, his lips claiming hers with renewed intensity. The wet sounds of their mouths filled the air—soft smacks and quiet slurps. “Mmm… chu… mmmph…!”
While their lips tangled, Kanata’s hands wandered. One slid to Alma’s chest, teasing the exposed skin, while the other slipped lower, sneaking under the tiny skirt. Alma’s body jolted as his fingers found her clit—no underwear to shield her, as the maid outfit’s rules forbade it.
”Nnngh!” Alma’s body arched, a sharp gasp escaping her.
El, still pulling the strings, made sure Alma couldn’t pull away. Instead, she pressed Alma’s body closer, guiding her hips to grind against Kanata’s hand, drawing it deeper into her core. “No… stop…!” Alma shook her head frantically, her voice a desperate plea.
”Saying no, but you’re soaking wet,” Kanata murmured, his fingers moving with purpose, the slick sounds echoing as he teased her further.
”That’s… not true… no…!” Alma’s protests dissolved into a cry as her legs were forced apart by El’s control, leaving her vulnerable to the relentless stimulation.
”Nooo…! Ahh…! Ohhh…!” Alma’s voice broke into moans, her body shuddering under the dual assault on her clit and senses.
”C’mon, feels good, doesn’t it? Let it all out!” Kanata’s voice was low, encouraging, as his fingers slipped inside her, stroking her inner walls with precision.
”Nooo…!” Alma’s scream was half-pleasure, half-pain as her body convulsed, the overwhelming sensations pushing her to the edge. Her hips bucked, her muscles clenching as wave after wave crashed through her. “No…! I can’t…! Ahhh…!”
Her body trembled violently, but El’s control kept her upright, refusing to let her collapse. “Please… no more… let me go…” Alma’s voice was a broken sob.
”It’s okay, Alma,” Kanata said softly, his tone almost gentle. “You can come as many times as you need.”
”W-what…?” Alma’s eyes widened, fear creeping into her voice.
His fingers zeroed in on a sensitive spot inside her, pressing and rubbing with deliberate intensity. Alma’s body jerked, a new kind of pleasure spiking through her. “Ahh!? Not there…! No…!” Her voice cracked, her body writhing against the unfamiliar sensation.
”Right here, huh?” Kanata’s voice was low, teasing. “Don’t hold back. Let it all go.”
”No! No…! Ahh…! I can’t…!” Alma’s cries grew frantic, her body shaking as he targeted that one spot relentlessly. “Ah! Oh! No! No…!”
”Just let it happen!” Kanata urged, his fingers moving faster.
”No! No…! I’m… I’m…! AHHHH!” Alma’s body seized, her climax ripping through her as her strength drained away, leaving her panting and limp.
”Haa… haa… haa…” Alma’s breaths came in ragged gasps, her face flushed a deep red.
”Feel good, Alma?” Kanata asked, his voice soft but laced with a smirk.
She didn’t answer, but her burning cheeks said it all.
”Hey, Kanata,” El cut in, her voice eager as she spread Alma’s legs wide, revealing her glistening core. “How about it? Ready for the main course?”
”Oh, yeah.” Kanata tugged off his pants, revealing his hardened length.
”No… please…!” Alma’s plea was weak, her voice trembling as Kanata positioned himself, pressing against her entrance before thrusting deep in one swift motion.
”AHHHH!” Alma’s scream echoed, her body arching as fluid gushed from their joined bodies.
”Damn, so tight,” Kanata grunted. Despite having taken her virginity days ago and using her repeatedly since, Alma’s body still gripped him fiercely, her inner walls clamping down.
”Ngh…!” He began to move, each thrust met with a tightening that only spurred him on.
”No…! I’m gonna come again…!” Alma’s voice was a desperate wail, her body betraying her as it responded to his rhythm.
”Go ahead,” Kanata growled. “I’ll make you come over and over.”
Her walls pulsed around him, squeezing tighter with every contraction. “Ngh… I’m gonna…!” Kanata’s voice strained as he pushed harder, his movements growing frantic.
”Nooo…! Ohhh…! AHHHH!” Alma’s body convulsed as another climax hit, her cries mingling with Kanata’s as he released inside her, their bodies locked together in the heat of the moment.
”Haa… haa… haa…” Alma’s breaths were shallow, her body spent.
”Kanata, that was amazing!” El’s voice was practically bouncing, her excitement a stark contrast to Alma’s exhaustion.
”How about we go for Syl-chan next?” El suggested, her eyes gleaming.
”Nah, I already went hard on Syl earlier,” Kanata replied, wiping sweat from his brow. Truth be told, after days of following El’s lead and pushing the sisters to their limits, he was starting to feel the toll. Plus, Syl’s reactions were getting duller—almost lifeless—which was becoming a problem. El’s solution? Toss her to the goblins as a breeding tool once she was “used up.” But Kanata couldn’t quite stomach that. Sure, part of him got a twisted thrill from dominating them, but the morals he’d carried from his old life in Japan kept nagging at him. Every time he gave in to his urges, guilt crept in afterward, a heavy weight he couldn’t shake.
So instead, he gently lifted Alma, cradling her trembling form, and carried her to the room she shared with Syl, setting her down with care.
When he returned to the Control Room, El was waiting, her arms crossed and a pout on her lips. “You’re so half-assed, Kanata,” she huffed.
”What’s that supposed to mean?” he shot back, his tone defensive. “I can’t help how I feel.”
”That half-baked kindness of yours? It’s just gonna hurt you *and* them,” El said, her voice sharp but not entirely unkind. “Whatever. So, how’s it looking?”
Kanata glanced at the Console, pulling up the Dungeon map. “With the DP we just earned, we can at least keep the Dungeon in shape for now.”
El leaned over, peering at the map. “Hmm. Looks simple at first glance, but it’s actually pretty brutal.”
Kanata shrugged. “Gotta invest in defenses, but we’re scraping by on DP as it is. This setup’s the best I could do.”
Kanata leaned back in his chair and let out a long breath, eyes still fixed on the glowing dungeon map hovering above the console. “Alright… let’s make sure I didn’t miss any holes.”
His fingertip traced through the air, sliding across the spectral blueprint as if brushing dust off glass. Lines of runes flickered in response, marking out the four layers he’d painstakingly built. Just seeing them stacked there like a tiny model city made his chest tighten a bit—equal parts pride and exhaustion.
The first floor was the shell, the fake welcome mat. From the outside, it just opened into a bland stone hall, bare enough to echo a single cough. Only Kanata—or anyone he’d personally given access—could use the Teleportation array planted right at its heart. For El and him, it meant an instant blink between this entrance and their Control Room buried at the core. For anyone else, it was just a weird pattern etched into the floor that did absolutely nothing.
And past that hall stood three doors like silent judges. Only one led deeper. The other two just curled around into looping corridors that spat you back at the start, no matter how sure you were you were making progress. He knew. He’d walked it. Half a day wandering in circles until his own footprints haunted him, then another full day just to stumble on the real staircase down. There weren’t even traps on this level—yet—just the slow grind of time chewing through morale. And that was the point. The first floor’s whole concept was “delay,” and it did its job beautifully.
The second floor was different. Bloodier. A single narrow corridor stretched like a vein, and tucked all along its sides were invisible seams—hidden doors leading to tiny lairs where his summoned beasts waited.
Anyone storming straight through without noticing them would end up with claws in their back before they even heard a growl. Worse, wild monsters from outside could randomly get pulled in by a hidden teleport script, meaning stray ambushes could strike at any time.
It was the kind of place where, if your timing was unlucky, you’d get pincered in a cramped hallway with nowhere to dodge. Sheer numbers couldn’t flood it—too narrow—but that went both ways. Getting even a fraction of your group to the stairs alive was the real test here. This whole layer’s concept was “thinning the herd.”
And if they survived that… then came the third floor, the real gauntlet. Four massive chambers linked by thin snaking passages, each chamber ruled by one of his current apex summons: a Troll King, an Orc King, a Minotaur, and the Deadly Poison Wolf. Four bosses. Four little thrones of death. The passages between them were loaded with traps, so many it was almost petty—pressure plates under loose stones, runic glyphs hidden in the grout, swinging blade pendulums that wouldn’t look out of place in some ancient ruin movie.
And even if by some miracle an intruder managed to beat all four bosses and crawl to the final little chamber, they’d just be greeted by a sea of over two hundred glowing Teleportation sigils layered like fish scales across the floor. Only one led to the fourth floor. Step on the wrong one and—zap—back to the entrance they went. The correct sigil shifted every reset. Pure sadism. He liked it.
The fourth floor was… different. It wasn’t meant to kill. It was meant to be lived in. Right now it was just a huge stretch of grassy plain split by a cold river and dotted with glittering mining veins, with a lone mansion sitting like a jewel at its center.
The mansion housed the main core—and hidden inside that, tucked away behind sliding false panels, lay this Control Room. The same room Syl and Alma currently used as their quarters… and their training chamber.
Kanata exhaled and rubbed at the back of his neck. It was kind of wild they’d gotten this far at all. Syl and Alma had been… effective. Too effective, honestly. Thanks to them, the dungeon had grown at breakneck speed. But their DP yields had been dropping fast. No matter how much humiliation El piled onto them now, the gains were barely a trickle. They were probably just… numb.
”Guess that means I’ll have to… bring in a new girl, huh,” Kanata muttered under his breath, voice flat.
The thought made something primal twitch awake deep in his chest, but at the same time his stomach curled. His mind knew what his instincts wanted, but the old, stubborn slice of his morality screamed back that it was wrong. Forcing someone. Breaking them. Even if it worked, it sat like poison on his tongue. And consensual stuff didn’t give much DP. That was the cruel paradox.
He slumped back in his chair with a sigh. “Aren’t adventurers supposed to be the ones coming to dungeons? Isn’t that, like… the point?”
If adventurers came, he could just sit back and watch. Battles between invaders and his monsters naturally bled DP either way, and the longer and fiercer the fight dragged on, the more DP would pour in. It was practically free income—and a perfect way to test all the traps he’d built.
El floated closer, resting her tiny chin in her palm. “There’s only that little village Alma used to live in nearby, right? There probably aren’t any actual adventurers around here at all.”
”…Yeah. Makes sense,” Kanata murmured. “Adventurers only hang around big towns, huh?”
”That’s what I’ve heard,” El said with a shrug. “But I don’t really get human stuff.”
Kanata drummed his fingers on the console. “Then… guess asking Syl would be fastest.”
El’s wings gave a sly little flutter. “Ooh, so you’re gonna mess with them again?”
”Miss Succubus, could you not,” Kanata deadpanned.
”Hey, can’t fight instinct,” she sang back.
”There’s a total bitch in the room. A literal one.”
”How mean! You like it, though,” El huffed, puffing her cheeks out as she darted over and started smacking him with her tiny fists. It was more like being bopped by puffs of cotton than hit, and Kanata didn’t even flinch.
What stung more was how he couldn’t even deny it. What guy wouldn’t, really?
He sighed and rose from his chair, brushing off the lingering soft thumps from El’s mock assault. “C’mon. Let’s go ask them.”
And still bickering, still pretending not to be grinning, Kanata and El headed off down the hallway toward the training chamber.
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