Dungeon Overlord: Monster Girl Harem!

The time after gaining his rank flew by, with people changing how they interacted with him, and the following day, he sat beside Rock while watching some exotic female monsters dancing on the arena stage.

Leonhardt found the dungeon master's meeting dull when he looked towards the closed doorway for those above B-Rank.

"I bet the true meeting happens behind those closed doors."

All the people in the main hall and lower halls cared about was pissing contests, comparing each other and bullying those with a lower rank.

"Rock, does anything special happen today?"

Nyxara still hadn't recovered and slept inside the room, though she seemed to be undergoing some kind of change.

'I didn't intend for that to happen though...'

His thoughts drifted off to Nyxara, the way she acted during sex and how cute she was when denying her climax. He couldn't help but smile while sipping the strangely sweet drink with a strong alcoholic taste.

The entertainment wasn't bad, but it felt lacking. The food was good, but nothing special; he would have had a better time sitting in an inn, eating the proper meals instead of this buffet-style feast.

"Well eating Zafira's chaotic cooking might be better."

"Boss?"

Rock finally responded, maybe because Leonhardt accepted him as a vassal or at least for now, he would take care of the Kobold.

Not because he was kind or helped him a little.

The truth wasn't so gentle and kind; instead, the reason was that Leonhardt could crush him and his dungeon without trouble.

[Try not to drink too much, this place isn't safe.]

(Stop worrying so much, Ifrit... the only danger is those arrogant demons!)

'I'll keep my mind focused, don't worry.'

He downed his glass before placing it on the table.

After looking around the entire place, he could see that the other people were trying to get more powerful individuals on their side.

It reminded him of humans, like they tried to build connections with stronger nobles or warriors. "Amusing..." They all looked down on other races like humans and goblins, yet the dungeon masters were nothing special.

"Rock, do we have to say for the rest of this day? Is there anything special that happens?"

Leonhardt crossed his legs, placing them on the table. He no longer cared for acting noble or elegant; there wasn't a reason for him to behave differently for these brazen pigs.

The Kobold shook his head.

"No, Boss. Only the afterparty is something to look forward to."

"Huh... Well, guess I am too young to enjoy this."

"Hahaha, Boss, what do you mean? You sound so old."

"Hmm?"

Leonhardt, as a Chimaera, was barely half a year old.

He wondered how long he had spent alive in that small, cosy lab with his 'mother', the archmage... Those memories of being a fairy lingered, and the stronger Leonhardt became, the more he understood it wasn't a dream or illusion.

'Though does being reborn into a new existence count?'

While he thought about these boring issues, a group of figures approached the corner that Rock had booked for Leonhardt, a perk of reaching C-Rank.

"Well, well, well, look what we have here." The leading male, a demon with messy hair and dark grey skin with white cracks running down his arms, blocked the view. A long spear with a broad, curved blade hung from his back, and a few daggers strapped to his waist.

Leonhardt gazed at him without a care, showing him the finger and pointing to the other side.

"Fuck off," He said while sipping on another drink. It was sweet, but the alcohol content wasn't high at all.

The demon narrowed his eyes as he tried to hide his anger.

"Who do you think you are, Inferior trash!?" A second demon made a scene, Leonhardt looked at them and couldn't tell if they were a male or female.

'How sad...'

The demon mainly wore black leather straps, metal plates covering the vital points, and a few daggers.

Leonhardt placed his glass back down on the table while sighing.

"I don't like demons unless they have big breasts and bowing on all fours like the obedient dogs they are."

A gasp of shock and silence spread through the entire area, nearby dungeon masters who were sucking up to the demons that appeared from the restricted area. The Kobold that sat beside Leonhardt gulped, becoming fearful of the situation.

'They look scared... guess this is one of the bigger fish?'

But the demon in front didn't act; only the two others made threatening movements.

"Do you think because you recieved a good rank on your first meeting, that you're something special or unique?" The demon in the centre was strong; Leonhardt could feel it. Not just his muscular body lacking any weakness, but the heavy, tingling aura of magic that pulsed each time he breathed.

'Well, he's not a complete fool...'

"Boss...I-I wouldn't provoke him," Rock said in a worried tone as his voice trembled.

"Don't worry, Kobold." Leonhardt hummed, ignoring the poor thing trembling at the sight of demons.

"I don't care about the dungeon's grading System. A certain demoness told me that most powerful demons didn't care for it either, so don't worry."

Leonhardt smiled brightly while looking at them with a mischievous glint.

'What fun... I want to see how far I can go.'

He couldn't help it.

This demon acted differently from how Zafira said they would, so he wanted to know why. And after listening to Leonhardt's response, the demon smirked.

"Oh? I see that you have already submitted to our kind."

'This guy...'

The atmosphere became calmer the moment Leonhardt mentioned a demon, but the way he spoke didn't sit well with him, because the one who submitted was Zafira...

"No, she's the one who submits to me on all fours, begging for my mercy."

Cold.

Within a single breath, the atmosphere froze.

"..."

The demon was silent, but something inside had snapped.

"Take this inferior to our private chambers. I want to watch his suffering before I kill him." It seemed Leonhardt's words struck a sensitive chord.

Leonhardt didn't move as the leather-clad demon snapped her fingers. Two summons appeared—hulking, malformed brutes with molten veins and warped horns, half-minotaur and half-elemental.

Their footsteps cracked the tiles.

One grabbed his arm.

Rock stood, panicking. "Boss—!"

"Sit, Kobold."

Leonhardt's voice silenced him.

"I'm curious what this private room looks like," he added with a faint smirk, eyes drifting lazily toward the lead demon. "Hopefully, it has good lighting. I want to see your face when I slap you silly."

The demon's teeth ground behind his lip, but he gave no reply. He just turned with a flick of his coat and walked back toward the dark hallway behind the restricted gate.

They dragged Leonhardt behind.

He let it happen.

The room they led him into stank of incense, blood, and something fouler—like boiled eggs. A small underground lounge designed like a VIP gladiator chamber: cushions, chains, blades, and an altar-like bed. The walls were carved in abyssal runes that pulsed faintly with a magical whine.

'Hmmm?'

Leonhardt noticed that the Gladiator Chamber was a place with two monsters fighting, but what felt amusing was that both were Dungeon Masters of a low rank.

The lead demon stepped inside last, snapping his fingers once.

Clang.

The doors sealed shut.

"You're either brave or idiotic," he said, unstrapping the blade from his back. "I should tear out your tongue and make you eat it."

Leonhardt let out a slow breath.

Then smiled.

"I can't help speaking the truth, demon women love me."

"You dare—"

"I fuck her every night, you know. She's quite vocal. Likes her ears bitten." He tilted his head. "Especially when I make her beg to drink my—"

A blur.

The demon's spear exploded forward.

Leonhardt's body reacted instantly, kicking away the two summoned minotaurs holding him to avoid the blade that shimmered black in the dull light.

Woosh!

'So demons are just as emotional as humans... maybe worse?'

Because he showed a reaction to Leonhardt fornicating with a female demon, he decided to embellish the story a little. It wasn't a lie that Zafira liked to drink his essence and that her ears were sensitive, but they didn't have sex.

Foreplay was the limit.

"You think being C-Rank makes you invincible!?"

"No. But being hated by demons is starting to become a kink of mine."

His core pulsed once.

Mana flowed through his limbs.

Leonhardt wanted to fight.

This demon was strong enough to put him in danger, and their attributes were almost identical; well, the demon had more attributes, except pure strength.

The atmosphere in the room shifted.

The demon's two summons stumbled, falling to their knees without understanding why their limbs shook or their instincts screamed to flee.

And Leonhardt finally stepped forward, a magical fog swirling behind him like a cloak.

"I'll make this simple," he whispered, fangs showing as he sneered at the demon. "If you don't want to lose everything, come at me like your life depends on it."