Chapter 6 The Power of El and How to Earn DP
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Ugh, no way!” El’s voice dripped with exasperation, her eyes rolling dramatically.
Kanata shot her a look. “What else was I supposed to do? It’s not like I had a choice!”
In front of them, sprawled across a tangled mess of sheets, lay the sisters Syl and Alma, both passed out, curled up like exhausted kittens after a long chase. Their soft breathing was the only sound in the dim room, the air heavy with the aftermath of whatever chaos had just unfolded.
El shrugged, her lips curling into a mischievous grin. “Well, for now, let’s just leave them to sleep it off. We can move somewhere else. You’ve got a ton of questions, right?”
”Y-yeah…” Kanata nodded, still processing the sight of the unconscious sisters. He stepped away, leaving them behind as he followed El into the adjacent Control Room.
The Control Room hummed with a faint, otherworldly glow, its panels flickering with runes and lights that seemed to pulse with a life of their own. Kanata sank into a chair, letting out a long breath before turning to El. “Okay, so why’d you do all that?”
El’s eyebrows shot up, her voice laced with mock disbelief. “Seriously? You go *that* far, and *now* you’re asking questions? No way, dude!”
”Hey, that’s not the point!” Kanata snapped, his cheeks flushing slightly.
”Uh-huh, sure, Mr. Noble.” El smirked, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “Thanks for the oh-so-righteous response.”
Kanata glared, his patience thinning. “Just… get to it, okay?”
El stuck out her tongue playfully before her expression shifted to something more serious. “Fine, fine. The main goal? Securing Dungeon Points.”
”Dungeon Points?” Kanata echoed, leaning forward.
”Yup, Dungeon Points. And no, it’s not just some excuse to mess with those sisters, I swear!” El’s eyes sparkled with mischief, but Kanata wasn’t buying it.
*Yeah, right,* he thought, narrowing his eyes. Still, he let her continue.
El launched into her explanation, her voice animated as she gestured toward the glowing panels. Dungeon Points—DP for short—were the lifeblood of any Dungeon Master. Just like the world outside needed money to keep spinning, a Dungeon needed DP to function. Without it, everything ground to a halt.
There were three main ways to earn DP, she explained. The first was natural recovery. Mana, the raw energy floating through the world, could be absorbed and converted into DP. But the amount was pitiful, barely a trickle, and most of it went straight to maintaining the Control Room. It was like trying to fill a bucket with a leaky faucet—useless for anything substantial.
The second method involved siphoning Mana from the creatures living inside the Dungeon. Every living thing inside—be it a monster, a critter, or something else—constantly leaked a bit of Mana, which the Dungeon could soak up. The catch? No single creature produced enough to make a dent. You’d need thousands, maybe tens of thousands, of creatures to generate anything worthwhile. And housing that many required a bigger Dungeon, which—surprise—needed more DP to expand. It was a vicious cycle, like chasing your own tail.
Then came the third method, the real deal: energy fluctuations within the Dungeon. Whenever something big happened—like a monster getting killed, an intruder biting the dust, or even someone getting seriously hurt—the Dungeon could convert that raw energy into DP. Using healing magic or chugging potions? That worked too. The bigger the energy shift, the more DP it generated. Even casting massive spells or using powerful arts inside the Dungeon added to the pool. And if someone died? The Dungeon could absorb their body entirely, turning it into a juicy chunk of DP.
El leaned back, her grin widening. “So, the standard way to farm DP? Lure in monsters, humans, whatever—let ’em fight, let ’em die. The more chaos, the better. Oh, and negative emotions? Those are like gold. Set up traps, capture intruders, maybe even… torture them a bit. It all gets sucked up and turned into DP.”
Kanata’s stomach churned, but El wasn’t done. She tapped a panel, pulling up a display. “Take Syl and Alma, for example. When you, uh, *did your thing* with them, all that fear, shame, and pain? It got converted into DP. Check it out.” She pointed to the screen, where options previously grayed out due to low DP were now lit up, ready to be selected. “See? Now we’ve got enough to build at least a basic floor.”
Kanata frowned, his mind still reeling. “Fine, whatever. But what about that thing you did? Controlling Alma and Syl like that? What’s up with *that*?”
El’s eyes lit up, and she clapped her hands together. “Oh, that? That’s my unique skill, Marionette!” She explained that this world was full of skills—special abilities that ranged from mundane to mind-blowing. Unique skills, like hers, were rare and powerful, reserved for only a select few. And El? She was one of those lucky few.
”Back in the day, I could use it to control anyone I charmed, no touch required,” she said, her voice tinged with a hint of regret. “But ever since I ended up in *this* form, I’ve gotta be in physical contact to make it work.” She sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly.
According to El, her skill was originally called Thought Control, a beefed-up version of the Charm skill exclusive to high-ranking Vampires, especially those close to True Ancestors. Thanks to her father’s pure Vampire bloodline, El had inherited it naturally. But her mother’s lineage gave it a twist: unlike regular Thought Control, El’s version let her manipulate her targets while leaving their minds intact, fully aware of what was happening. The downside? Strong-willed people could resist it, so it wasn’t as overpowered as it sounded.
”But here’s the fun part,” El continued, her grin returning. “While I’m controlling someone, I can share their senses. So, like, if I’m piggybacking on a girl, I can feel everything she’s feeling—y’know, *everything*.” She winked, clearly enjoying Kanata’s discomfort. “And I can push my own sensations onto them, too. Plus, through them, I can even drain energy. Pretty sweet, right?”
Kanata’s jaw tightened. “So, what you’re saying is… kidnapping and assaulting girls is my job as Dungeon Master? And it’s also, what, your *lunch*?”
”Exactly!” El chirped, unfazed. “The more shame and humiliation you pile on, the better. Consent? Pfft, don’t make me laugh. Negative emotions convert way more efficiently than happy ones. So quit whining and start snatching up more girls!”
Kanata wanted to scream *That’s insane!* but deep down, he knew she wasn’t wrong. Running a Dungeon required DP—lots of it. To attract intruders, they’d need to beef up the Dungeon’s defenses, but that required DP. Summoning guardian monsters? DP. Setting up food production or water sources? More DP. And El’s energy-draining shtick relied on her controlling someone’s body, which meant finding willing volunteers was out of the question. Kidnapping and forcing compliance was faster—and, as much as he hated to admit it, more effective for racking up DP.
No matter how he spun it, the math checked out. If efficiency was the goal, this was the way to go. Thinking about it any longer was just a waste of time.
”So,” El said, her voice cutting through his thoughts, “go lick Alma’s p***y, Syl.”
”What the hell kind of logic is that?!” Syl snapped, her face flushing with anger.
Kanata had issued the command almost casually, but Syl’s reaction was anything but. Waking up to find herself and her little sister Alma bound, only to be told to humiliate Alma further? No wonder she was pissed. But Kanata couldn’t back down. They needed more DP, and the sisters were their best shot right now.
”If you don’t want to, fine,” Kanata said coolly. “I’ll just toss Alma into the goblin den and let them have her.”
Syl’s eyes widened, and she muttered, “You coward,” under her breath, her voice trembling with rage.
Kanata ignored her, loosening Syl’s restraints so she could move more freely, though he kept the rope tethered to her collar. Alma remained bound, her limbs secured, helpless.
Syl knelt beside her sister, her voice breaking. “Alma… I’m so sorry.” She leaned forward, her tongue hesitantly brushing against Alma’s most intimate spot.
”O-Onee-chan… nngh… s-stop…” Alma whimpered, her voice a mix of fear and confusion.
”I’m sorry, Alma,” Syl whispered, her own eyes glistening as she began to lick gently, her movements careful but deliberate.
”Onee-chan! Ahh… n-no… stop…!” Alma’s voice rose, her body squirming against the ropes, but there was no escape.
Kanata watched in silence, his expression unreadable as the sisters’ pained interaction unfolded.
”Onee-chan! Please, stop! I’m gonna… I’m gonna!” Alma’s voice cracked, her body twisting desperately.
”Aah! No… I’m!” Alma’s hips bucked as she hit her climax, her voice echoing in the small room.
Panting, Alma’s glassy eyes found Syl’s. “Onee-chan…”
Syl looked away, guilt etched into her features, but she didn’t stop. She leaned in again, resuming her task.
”Onee-chan… no… I just came… it’s too much…” Alma pleaded, her voice weak.
Syl ignored her, her tongue moving faster now, more insistent.
”Ahh… I’m gonna again! I’m!” Alma cried out, her body shuddering as another wave hit her.
But Syl didn’t relent, her hands and tongue relentless, pushing Alma further into overstimulation.
”I’m still coming! Please!” Alma’s voice was a desperate wail, her body trembling uncontrollably.
Meanwhile, Kanata’s hands gripped Syl’s hips, his body moving with a rhythm that filled the air with tension. He pressed himself into her, the motion deliberate, unyielding. Syl let out a sharp gasp, her voice trembling. “Ah… aah…”
Her fingers worked frantically at Alma’s core, teasing and prodding, even as the overwhelming sensation of Kanata inside her made her writhe. Her breath hitched, caught between duty and her own body’s betrayal.
”Onee-chan, I’m gonna come again!” Alma’s cry broke through, her voice raw as her body shuddered, pushed over the edge once more by Syl’s relentless touch.
”Haa… haa…” Syl panted, her shoulders heaving.
”Onee-chan… I can’t… anymore…” Alma’s voice was barely a whisper, her eyes glassy, her body limp from the onslaught.
But Kanata wasn’t done. Not yet. He shifted, pulling away from Syl and turning his attention to Alma. He slid into her, his movements steady, forceful. Alma’s body jerked, her voice spilling out in a desperate wail. “No! I just came… it’s too much!”
Syl, still trembling, leaned forward, her tongue tracing the point where Kanata and Alma met, adding to the chaotic swirl of sensation. Alma, overwhelmed, began to move her hips on her own, chasing the pleasure despite herself, her voice rising in a mix of shame and need. “Ohh… Onee-chan… it feels so good…”
”Alma, Alma…” Syl’s voice was a soft chant, her arms wrapping around her sister as if to anchor them both. Their lips met, a desperate, clinging kiss, their breaths mingling as they lost themselves in the moment.
Kanata pressed himself between them, his movements grinding against both sisters, their sensitive spots rubbing against him in a way that drew louder moans from their lips. “Aah! Onee-chan, I’m gonna come again!” Alma cried, her body arching.
”Me too… I’m!” Syl’s voice joined hers, their bodies trembling in unison as they hit their peak, a shared wave of intensity that left them gasping.
Kanata finally released, his own breath ragged as he spilled into them. He stepped back, his hands moving to cut the ropes binding Alma. She collapsed onto the bed, her chest heaving, her body spent. Syl, still tethered by the rope at her collar, pulled her sister close, her fingers gently stroking Alma’s hair.
”Onee-chan… I’m… I’m sorry…” Alma’s voice cracked, tears spilling down her cheeks.
Syl’s own eyes shimmered with tears as she shook her head. “No… I’m sorry too…”
The sisters clung to each other, their quiet sobs filling the room. Kanata watched them for a moment, his expression unreadable, before turning and slipping out of the room, the door closing softly behind him.
* * *
In the Control Room, the air buzzed with the faint hum of arcane panels. Kanata stepped inside, his voice cutting through the quiet. “So, how’d we do?”
El, lounging by one of the glowing screens, barely glanced up. “See for yourself,” she said, her tone flat as she tilted the panel toward him.
The display showed a fresh batch of Dungeon Points, the numbers ticking upward. Kanata frowned, his brow furrowing. “Huh… less than I expected.”
El shrugged, her lips curling into a bored smirk. “Yeah, well, you went to town on them. They’re starting to get used to it, you know? Resignation’s kicking in.” She explained that DP thrived on raw, intense negative emotions—fear, shame, despair. But if the sisters started to accept their fate, their emotions would flatline, and the DP conversion would tank. It was simple math.
Kanata crossed his arms, his voice low. “So… what now?”
El’s eyes glinted, her smile sharp and predatory. “Easy. We just grab the next target.”
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