Volume 8 Chapter 19 The Fifth Floor and a Date with Camilla
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
On my way back from the library, I happened to run into Dietlinde-san.
Just as I had with Clarissa-san, I made sure to mention our upcoming dungeon date.
I cast the usual Fatigue Recovery Set (Temp)¹ on her and handed over some sweets, keeping the portion small enough that she wouldn’t feel burdened by the gift.
You wouldn’t guess it from her icy demeanor, but she apparently has a massive sweet tooth.
It’s a shame Henriette caught me with the treats, but hopefully, this makes up for it a little.
* * *
Liese and the others have been leveling up steadily; the Crows on the fourth floor don’t even give them trouble anymore. Because of that, I decided we’d push forward to the fifth floor a bit early.
The recommended level is twenty-one, and the new threat is the Beetle—or, in plain Japanese, the kabutomushi. They don’t have any hardening skills, but their VIT is so high that physical attacks barely leave a scratch.
Since our party is still missing a dedicated tank, Liese and Ilse might find the going a bit rough.
(Well, I suppose that’s all part of the experience.)
On the other hand, Camilla’s Illusion Magic² and Fire Magic³ are incredibly effective here. She’s perfectly suited to be our main damage dealer on this floor, though she can stick to being a debuffer if she prefers.
This is really her time to shine as the party’s centerpiece. While the floors leading up to the fourth were open plains, the fifth floor marks the beginning of a forest biome that lasts for a while.
With visibility dropping, the importance of scouting skills has skyrocketed. I’ve already given the three of them magic items disguised as pendants, so they should be able to track enemies without any issues.
(Honestly, between the dragonewt and the beastmen, their noses are so sharp they could probably manage even without the skills.)
”Your Fire Magic is really doing work, Camilla,”
”Thank you, Master desu!”
”Good girl. You did great.”
”Ehehe~♡”
As I praised her, Camilla broke into a beaming smile, her tail wagging so hard it was practically a blur. It was a heavy responsibility for her, but clearly a rewarding one. I patted her head, careful not to let her melt into a puddle of affection right then and there.
”Dammit, these Beetles are way too tough!”
”Ilse, there’s no point in grumbling. We just have to do what we can.”
”I know, but… it’s still frustrating, Liese-san.”
Liese and Ilse were both struggling to land meaningful hits. Ilse, in particular, was still only level eighteen; unless she hit a weak point, her arrows just bounced off.
I figured the bellies were soft enough to pierce, but from her position in the rear, Ilse had a hard time getting the angle. It wasn’t just Ilse being vocal about it, either; Liese’s tail was drooping with disappointment.
”You’re both doing fine. Liese, you’re pinning the enemies down properly, and Ilse, you’re still landing critical hits on their eyes every now and then. You’re a little under-leveled for this floor, so don’t let it get to you.”
”Thank you, Master.”
”You’re right. Thanks, Daisuke!”
When I patted their heads, Liese’s tail began to sway rhythmically again, and Ilse flashed me a wide, confident grin. It looked like their moods had recovered.
However, as the sole vanguard, the burden on Liese was immense. I wondered if I should have her equip a shield and a one-handed spear to match Cassandra’s style. She really needed to be able to pull off the tank role.
”Liese, do you want to try using a shield?”
”…Yes.”
(She looks like she hates the idea…) Liese was clearly devoted to the spear; she probably didn’t want anything distracting her from her weapon of choice.
”It’s fine either way, so just do whatever you prefer, Liese.”
”Understood. If possible, I’d like to keep going as I am.”
”Fair enough.”
(She really takes pride in that single spear…) Forcing her would only kill her motivation, and I was sure Liese understood the difficulty better than anyone. I decided to just wait and see how she handled it.
* * *
In the evening, I finally went on my date with Camilla—something that had been delayed far too long because our schedules never lined up. My one-on-one with Meta was set for the day after tomorrow. Chronologically, Meta should have been first, but she apparently stepped aside for Camilla.
I had wanted to meet up at the Fountain Square, but in the eyes of the public, Camilla is a slave. A dressed-up slave wandering around without her master is just asking for trouble, so I had to settle for starting the date from the house.
”You really do look lovely in cute clothes, Camilla.”
”Thank you! You look so cool too, Master! Ehehe~♡”
”Thanks.”
While the starting location was a compromise, we both looked the part. She was wearing a stylish outfit that Ines and the others had helped her pick out during my solo dungeon runs or on Yellow Days.
She’d bought it with the allowance I gave her—though, technically, it was the profit from the monster materials she’d helped hunt, so I wanted her to spend it however she liked. Her dress was a one-piece similar to what Sylvie favors.
It was simple but far from plain; instead, it highlighted her natural innocence and cleanliness. Compared to her usual dungeon trousers and light armor, the “gap” was incredible.
”Ready to go?”
”Yes, Master!”
Camilla was glowing as she clung tightly to my arm. I could feel her breasts pressing against me; they were still small, but there was a definite swell there. It had only been two months since I took her in, but she was growing fast. (At this rate, she might actually end up being quite well-endowed…)
”Master?”
”It’s nothing.”
When it comes to a private date, the garden is the standard. It’s where I took the other three, and I wanted to show Camilla that I valued her just as much as them. I’d checked with her first, of course, though her answer was a predictable, “Anywhere is fine as long as I’m with you, Master!”
The early autumn garden was pleasant as the sun began to set. It was a bit too early for the leaves to start falling—maybe another month or two.
”Camilla… you’re still uncomfortable around your old master, Gerta, aren’t you?”
”…Yes.”
It was something I needed to confirm, but as I expected, the trauma was still there. Her mood did a complete 180; she slumped forward, her eyes downcast, and her tail wilted sadly.
Originally, Camilla had been Gerta’s porter and slave. By the standards of my old world, she’d been brutally abused. In this world, it was a gray area—Gerta didn’t even realize she was being abusive. Camilla was starved, forced to sleep alone in stables, and beaten for every minor mistake. After years of that, her eyes had been completely dead when we first met.
Then she’d been caught in a Dungeon Upheaval⁴, separated from Gerta’s party, and nearly killed by wolves before Rin—a fellow transferee and Ice Mage—saved her. I’d treated her with my Healing Magic⁵ afterward.
I knew returning her to Gerta would just lead back to more abuse, so I fought Gerta in a duel for her ownership and won.
(The fact that Gerta and I ended up as friends with benefits was a complete curveball, though.)
Because of that history, Camilla has a massive psychological block when it comes to her. I’m sure a stable life is helping, but it’ll take a long time to heal.
Since I want to eventually welcome Gerta as a lover, getting Camilla’s blessing is a must. I’m hoping she can overcome this sooner rather than later.
”Sorry for asking such a heavy question.”
”No, it’s okay. I’m just happy to be with you every day now, Master.”
She gave me a smile, but it lacked its usual bubbly energy. (Damn. I messed up.) Even if this was the only time I could ask while we were alone, I’d moved too fast.
We reached a bench and sat down, with Camilla sticking close to my side. If we were inside, I’d have her on my lap, but that’s a bad idea in public. People get married young here, so they’d just assume we were about to start “doing it” right there in the garden.
”Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?”
”In that case… I want you to hold me. Tight.”
She looked up at me with expectant eyes. I’d just convinced myself that the lap thing was a bad idea, but if this was what she wanted as an apology, I couldn’t say no. We’d be reaching that stage in a few months anyway; this was just a little ahead of schedule.
”Alright. Come here.”
”Yes!”
She scrambled onto my lap instantly, and I wrapped my arms around her, squeezing a little more firmly as she’d requested. I stroked her hair to soothe her. When I first took her in, it was coarse and matted; now, it was soft and fluffy. It felt just as good for me as it did for her.
”Ehehe~♡ Master~♡”
(She’s such a softie…) She was already in a better mood. She held onto me with everything she had, pressing her body against mine. She started nuzzling her cheek against my neck—probably an unconscious way of marking her territory. Her tail was whipping back and forth in front of me.
”Camilla, a beastman’s tail is a pretty big deal, right?”
”Sniff… nnh… ♡ Ah! Yes, that’s right. You only let family or someone really close touch it.”
I decided not to tease her about the fact that she was too busy sniffing me to answer right away. I’d never actually touched her tail before. Even her fox ears I only grazed occasionally while petting her; I hadn’t gone in for a full-on “fluffing” yet.
My other close beastmen are Juliet, Ilse, and Gerta—plus Rita, Nora, Elisa, and Mia. Liese has a tail too, but as a dragonewt, she’s in a different category. Juliet is fine with me touching her when we’re alone, and Ilse is no problem since I wash her in the bath. I’ve even grabbed Gerta’s during a particularly rough session and she didn’t mind. I hadn’t touched anyone else’s, though.
”If you want to, Master… I want you to touch it.”
”Are you sure?”
”Yes. Because… we’re lovers… aren’t we? ♡”
She was actually the one being proactive. In a way, she might be the boldest of them all.
”Then I won’t hold back.”
”Nnh♡”
Camilla’s tail was thick and incredibly soft; beneath the layers of fluff, I could feel the firm muscle of the core. Juliet is a cat-type, Ilse a tiger, and Gerta a lion, so they aren’t nearly this “mofu-mofu.” She must be using the good shampoo and conditioner because my fingers didn’t snag once. I kneaded and stroked the fur, enjoying the new sensation.
”Haa…♡ Haa…♡ Master…♡”
”Ah, sorry. Did I go a bit too far?”
”No, I’m okay… nnh♡ But… can I kiss you?”
Playing with her sensitive tail had clearly gotten her worked up. Her eyes were glazed with arousal and her breathing was heavy. Fortunately, there was no one around, so a kiss should be fine. She didn’t seem like she’d care either way, though. I gave her a light peck, but she wasn’t satisfied with just one; she kept pulling me back, changing the angle as we kissed over and over.
”Ehehe… thank you♡”
Seeing her look that blissful over a few kisses made me happy. I can’t do any more than this for now, but she’ll just have to be patient a little longer.
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Summary:
Moving from the library to the fifth floor of the dungeon, Daisuke navigates party logistics and monster mechanics. The group encounters difficult Beetle enemies, forcing a shift in tactics and a brief discussion on equipment. The scene transitions to an intimate garden date between Daisuke and Camilla where past trauma surfaces before being masked by romantic tension
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Trivia:
- The exact level difference between Liese and Ilse
- Camilla’s preference for Fire Magic over Illusion Magic as a main attacker
- The specific reason Meta yielded her date slot to Camilla
- Gerta’s lack of awareness regarding her previous abusive behavior
- The detail that beastman tails are usually only touched by famil
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Character Insight:
Camilla demonstrates extreme emotional resilience, pivoting from a trauma-induced mood drop to proactive romantic advances within a single conversation.
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Glossary:
Notes:
• Dietlinde – Slender sheep-beastwoman with fluffy white curls, tiny spiraling horns, and subtle ears, wears crisp Adventurer’s Guild receptionist uniform and low heels in Maultasche Royal Capital. Cool-headed and professionally competent, she wields Water Magic and hides a surprising sweet tooth—recently charmed by Daisuke’s Fatigue Recovery Set and sweets, her stoic demeanor softens into quiet care, drawn to his recovery magic, calming scents, and gentle gestures, nurturing secret affection and dreams of cosmetics.
• Clarissa – Clarissa, a curvy, gentle librarian in the Royal Capital, has soft features, shoulder-length blonde hair, plump lips, and a sweet rose scent, standing ten centimeters shorter than Daisuke. Once a merchant’s daughter, she now offers quiet emotional comfort with bashful, girl-like smiles and “anytime hugs,” masking deep insecurities about her faded glamour and past drunken missteps. Her pillowy build and graceful presence make her a cherished, tender presence in Daisuke’s life—a candidate for his affection, skilled in geography, and yearning to be seen as more than just a relic of beauty.
• Henriette – A dog‑like beastman receptionist and guild clerk, ~160 cm tall with long grey‑white hair, favored by the department head who lets her off‑load tasks. She has a dual personality, is pursued by Thomas’s unwanted advances, and is interested in Daisuke.
• Liese – Standing 170 cm, she is a Grey Dragonewt spearman with grey-blue hair, thick horns, and grey scales along her neck and limbs—daughter of a Red Dragonewt father and Blue Dragonewt mother. As Daisuke’s disciplined vanguard and first slave, she is earnest, hardworking, and Level 19, relentlessly training to gain experience. Polite and composed, she guides the other girls with quiet authority, her tail thumping subtly to betray emotion, yet always maintaining decorum—even during meals. She is happiest when Daisuke returns, loyal, dutiful, and unwavering in her service.
• Ilse – A 17-year-old tiger-kin archer with a petite, boyish frame, medium-short gold-and-black hair, pointed ears, and a thick, expressive tail that wags when happy. Former bandit turned loyal party member at level 18, she was taken in by Daisuke and now works for the Beunemünde Merchant Guild. Energetic, cheeky, and stubborn, she teases Daisuke like a close guy-friend, flirts for sweets, and mixes sharp common sense with perverted humor—hates fighting Sheep, loves candy, and possesses Faint Resistance and Mind skill. Unwaveringly devoted, her antics mask deep loyalty and a heart that beats for her found family.
• Camilla – Fourteen‑year‑old fox‑beastkin, ~140 cm, thin, brown short hair, fluffy tail that thumps when excited, ears twitch when nervous, slave‑marked ear, simple accessories. Illusionist/fire mage, formerly abused slave porter for Gerta. Deeply attached to Daisuke as slave‑lover, craving his scent, headpats and approval; clingy, attaches to his arm, obeys, melts at his touch, helps chores, stands up to Yumiko, favored by Rin, rescued from Gerta’s duel.
• Daisuke – Mid‑40s Japanese reincarnate with a youthful, green‑god‑blessed face, short hair, lean build under 170 cm, in modest armor, one‑handed sword and buckler. Gale Party leader who hides dragon‑slaying feats, mentors his polyamorous harem (Ines, Regina, Dietlinde, Cassandra, Rin, Meta, Camilla) with strategic empathy. Endless stamina, alchemy, healing magic, “Sense Malice,” and the unique Onanist class; balances dungeon quests, power‑leveling, and tender post‑mission care while keeping multiple romances.
• Cassandra – 175 cm tall, short brown hair, muscular build; stoic Krieger heir, daughter of a Knight‑Class father and housekeeper mother, once ‘The Ogress’ and Royal Knights VP. Now B‑Rank defense specialist leading the 3rd Unit, bound to serve Daisuke as a slave. Cold aura hides trauma, hatred of Otto and traitorous adventurers, and a thawing intimacy. Late‑twenties, niece of Gunther, wields a one‑handed spear and shield in a counter‑focused style.
• Meta – A 160 cm tall, curvy human priestess in her mid‑20s with straight blonde hair and a warm pink aura. Once a man‑hating duchess, she now loves Daisuke, her fellow adventurer, and radiates devotion. She plays the cute, loyal hostage to Moritz, plans to move into his house, and shares intimate knowledge of Daisuke’s preferences.
• Ines – An 18‑year‑old, 170 cm tall human with long emerald hair and blue eyes, curvy and sturdy, in college‑style heavy armor that highlights her large, heart‑shaped eyes and ample chest. A D‑Rank Magic Swordsman of the Gale Party (Level 21+), she leads the party, harmonizes its core household, and is Daisuke’s lover—shy, logical, deeply affectionate, mature, yearning for a child, her floral‑perfumed, goddess‑like smile lighting up when she looks at him.
• Sylvie – Petite 140cm elven Spirit Mage with long wavy blonde hair, blue eyes, and pointed ears that twitch with mood—formerly known for her blue bob-cut, now radiating a pure, trusting charm. She wears a white blouse and embroidered yellow forest-scented skirt daily, switching to a gothic-lolita dress with lace-up boots for dates. Top-ranked Gale adventurer and Daisuke’s spirit-magic teacher, she masters Water and Wind magic, contracting Intermediate Spirits only in combat while conserving MP. Playful, observant, and motherly, she’s Daisuke’s devoted lover and confidante, seeking his guidance with new people, deeply affectionate yet quietly lonely. Older sister to Camilla, she left her village seeking intense, slow-burning intimacy—her fairy-like smile concealing a heart yearning for tender, melting connection.
• Gerta – 190 cm lion‑type Beastman, muscular and towering, with golden‑brown flipping hair, jagged teeth, a lion‑like tail and a wild predatory aura. Former Beast Fang leader and Daisuke’s ex‑opponent, she wields a greatsword, commands Maten, Magic Blade and Roar, loves strength and masochism, and shares a rough, intense bond with Daisuke that forged his martial‑arts legacy.
• Rin – Tall, long‑black‑haired B‑rank adventurer with massive breasts and a stoic, blunt demeanor. Cool‑beauty façade hides a passionate heart; she’s a brilliant drafter and ice‑magic healer, keenly sensitive to slave abuse. Leader of Yamato Nadeshiko, she dominates Daisuke’s group, shields rescued beast‑man Camilla fiercely, visits weekly, and subtly flirts with Daisuke via chopstick exchanges, planning a home visit.
• Juliet – Eighteen-year-old 150cm cat-beastwoman with a blue bob cut, expressive ears, puff-tail, and large chest, dressed in hot-pants, crop-top, and short jacket; Gale Party instructor who dual-wields a two-handed sword and wields the rare Idaten skill. Tsundere by nature, she relentlessly teases Daisuke—yet only he can soothe her hidden loneliness; when drunk, her stern façade cracks into stubbornly persistent devotion, revealing tender care beneath her brash exterior.
• Elisa – 16‑year‑old horse‑type Beastman, 175 cm tall, muscular lower body, green eyes, black ponytail. Whip fighter, sexual partner of Daisuke, and was purchased by Gerta.
• Nora – Petite beast‑girl with long curled grey hair, drooping ears and a tail, called “Number Two” at Tagtraum and Daydream. She works as a sex worker at Daydream, specializing in oral techniques (Deep Throat), serving Daisuke arm‑in‑arm, playful yet serious, fighting and sharing beds with the protagonist, luring clients with erotic charm and squeezing them dry while using cuteness to toy with men’s hearts.
• Rita – Standing 175 cm tall, this wolf‑type Beastman girl boasts dark brown hair, a fluffy tail and pointed ears. Her athletic, sprinter‑like build shows toned abs and massive stamina, while her long tongue and confident grin mark her as the famed “Number One” of Daydream. Popular and friendly, she thrives on competition and challenges.
• Mia – A petite 145 cm serval‑type beastwoman with golden short bob hair and cat‑like ears, appearing youthful and loli‑cute despite being an adult. She works as a town prostitute, playful yet guarded, her mysterious past and the job driving her growth.
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