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Changelog

• Edition 1 (09-24-21)
• Edition 2 (10-13-21): Resized dialogue icons to 70px
• Edition 3 (03-24-22): Added NSFW art. Added 500 words paragraph at beginning. Refined some dialogues and drawings.

Prologue

Countless specks of light hung in the darkness as if Violet stood among the stars.

But she stepped forward, and the lights moved without depth. These ‘stars’ were, in fact, glowing crystal dust stuck on the walls of the tunnel she had taken. The motion perspective had dispelled her romantic delusion of walking on galaxies, leaving only harsh reality behind.

Violet was a destitute sovereign, rotting away in an underground crystal mine. The living conditions were unbearable, as the mere task of taking a shit demanded monumental efforts. An elderly woman such as her didn’t enjoy climbing excessive amounts of slopes just for necessities. And she didn’t remember the last time she bathed.

She would have spent the rest of her life in slums if it weren’t for her last mission to keep watch on a crystal mine while her faction expanded their tunnels. Her debts to her friends would be wiped clean once the Dungeon’s tunnels reached her location. But she would probably die from old age before the mission’s completion.

The entire situation was too unpleasant to think about. So she immersed herself in the fake cosmos that only existed in her mind. She strained her hunched neck to lift her eyes and watched the ‘stars’.

The sparkling dust littering the tunnel was worthless… just like Violet. Yet, they shone for no one else but her during this time of hardship.

Her efforts to escape the bitter truth were in vain, since the lies of her mind were already exposed.

 If only I had some Scorpicore cocktail, these crystals would swirl like galaxies, hehe…

She sighed. Melancholy crushed her exhausted flesh and weathered bones. Her heart ached as she reflected on the dusk of her unfulfilling life.

Violet held the title of ‘sovereign’, the highest rank of nobility. It granted her the ability to summon servants and buildings from other worlds. She was blessed with great magic powers from birth, praised as the greatest creation of the Warlocks and the future champion of the Dungeon.

Yet, she squandered it all and became nothing short of a ‘failure’. She knew what to do in her head, but her heart never listened to it. Her lack of agency was frustrating. It was only a matter of years before she took her last rest among the crystal dust, forgotten by all.

 How? Why?...

Violet didn’t understand what happened to her life. As a result, she could never come to terms with her shortcomings. The promises and hopes of her youth became knives of regret and shame. They stabbed her heart every waking moment, leaving the profound belief that she was inadequate and unfit to exist.

 "Dear eldritch gods, if you hear me… Why did you make me so defective? And for what purpose- Ugh!" Violet bent and rubbed her groaning stomach.

Her pressing need for toilets cut her existential rambling short. She dragged her feet out of the tunnel.

A vast cavern greeted her. It branched into multiple chambers and dark paths. A gigantic pillar of crystal stood in its center, shining way brighter than the previous crystal dust.

A winged woman emerged from another tunnel. She flew around the pillar and dove towards Violet. She flapped her large vulture wings to slow her descent and graciously landed on her talons, which turned into human legs.

Violet froze like a cornered rabbit. The gusts of wind swept through her dirty white hair, smacking her face.

 Oh shit, it’s Lorely! Not now!

Lorely was a ‘harpy hag’. But like all ‘rooks’, she was once a human from another world. She was Violet’s most precious friend.

 "Mistress Violet!" Lorely bounced cheerfully. "I found a source of ore at the surface to expand the dungeon."

Heeeeh, what a pain… Violet loved her faithful servant, but she was still pressed to fulfill her bodily needs.

At this point, she didn’t believe that any amount of work could improve her situation. She stared at the distance, searching for an excuse to postpone fruitless work.

 "But Lorely... The surface is scary." She muttered unconvincing words to ward off the cheerful harpy.

 "Scary? I’m not asking you to go there personally!" The harpy hag chuckled. "Oh well, let’s put it aside if you’re busy." Lorely was familiar with Violet’s emotional resistance to changes. It was better to leave her suggestions to simmer in Violet’s mind before bringing them up again.

 "Y-yeah… I’m totally busy!"

Lorely narrowed her eyes. She sighed at her mistress’ unkempt appearance. She had served Violet since she was an apprentice magician, watching her grow up and bloom into a flower... just to wither in a flash. The 140-year-old sovereign was now a shadow of her former self.

There was nothing to be done about her wrinkles and her saggy chest, but her white hair was spotty with mud. Violet had let her facial and leg hair grow wild. She neglected her body hygiene for so long that a foul stench assaulted Lorely’s nose.

Violet can’t go on like this, Lorely thought.

She could only bite her lips in frustration, longing for the beautiful mistress with whom she used to share passionate nights.

 "How about I take Mistress outside to wash a bit?"

 "Whatever. I am too busy on inspection today." Violet made it up on the spot and walked away from Lorely’s discomforting gaze.

The harpy followed her mistress to make sure she performed her duties. As usual, she felt the responsibility to bring a smile to others with her upbeat, cheerful attitude. She cleared her throat before cheering Violet.

 "I’m eager to see how much progress we made in the tunnel!"

 "What the... We’re so behind the deadline! It’s hopeless! Why would you enjoy seeing it?"

 "It’s okay~ it’s the Shadow lord’s fault for sending us without enough resources."

Violet stopped in her tracks and turned back, glaring at her servant.

 "You fool! The sole reason I was created was to serve the Shadow lord! Don’t say such rude things." She couldn’t fulfill her purpose, and speaking about it brought her only pain and shame. Riled up, she walked past Lorely to return to her room.

 "Oh no… I apologize, Mistress."

Violet was sent to take charge of the mine’s side with a pack of troglodyte ‘pawns’ and three ‘rooks’. She tried to contribute to the tunnel construction and assigned a bunch of workers on it, but nobody really expected anything from it.

 "Mistress, aren’t we inspecting the warrens? It should be that way..."

Violet grumbled, correcting her course.

 "Come on, it will be quick since we have built no other dwelling yet, though I hope we could make a harpy loft soon!"

Violet averted her gaze in guilt. Once again, she felt embarrassed for not meeting the expectations of her only friend. She was an inadequate leader who couldn’t expand the dungeon fast enough.

She quietly walked behind the harpy, who proudly led the way for her beloved sovereign. The warrens were the home of the dungeon’s staple servants, the ‘troglodytes’. But as they approached their destination, they could hear suggestive moans and grunts.

"Gaah~ More~" a woman said, as a dripping green penis escaped her mouth.

They found their female minotaur rook enjoying an orgy with troglodyte pawns. Her sweating body was covered in thick semen and scratch marks from the sharp claws. With each stroke, her vagina and asshole spurted copious amounts of fluids, which pooled into a puddle on the ground.

She shook her hips, enjoying the double penetration from the green scaly monsters. She moaned as if her life depended on milking out as much semen as she could before getting caught.

"Faster~" the minotaur pleaded.

Her hair and the chains tied to her shackles whipped up and down. Her breasts wobbled from her movements and from the impacts of the troglodyte’s hip against her butt.

Lorely and Violet gasped. The blushing old warlock covered her eyes in surprise.

 "Milia, what are you doing?!"

 "Anh~ it’s boss and the bird brain. Wanna join?"

"You should work instead of-" Lorely’s cheek was struck by droplets of fluids. She cried in disgust.

 "Uaaaaanh~ I’m coming!"

Fluids flew all over the room from the minotaur’s crotch. Her eyes rolled up as she shivered from pleasure.

Violet peeked through her fingers.

Lorely swiped her cheek as veins popped up on her forehead. "Stop ignoring me, cow slut!" She pulled the minotaur’s hair.

Milia’s expression soured. "Ah, so annoying. I’m doing my job of defending this shit hole place, alright?" She slapped away Lorely’s hand.

The harpy stepped back in fright.

The auburn-haired minotaur paid no more attention to Lorely and straddled the troglodytes.

 "How dare you, in front of the sovereign!?" Lorely seethed in anger. She was far stronger than Milia, but she still flinched from surprise.

 "There you were!"

Violet’s third and final rook arrived at the scene, leading her pawns. It was Shaki, the blindfolded troglodyte. She pulled the minotaur’s ear and lectured Milia.

 "You damned cow slut, stop stealing the digging troglodytes! I already found two dead bodies yesterday. You’re going to kill everyone from exhaustion!"

 "Ouch, alright!" Milia stood up, stroking her painful ear.

The dried out green-skinned monsters groaned as they collapsed. Their healthy comrades took them back to rest in the warrens.

 "Can’t we just ask the boss to summon more pawns?"

Violet extended her hand. "Sovereign Grimoire."

A glowing floating book appeared in front of her. She showed it to her Rooks.

The women fell silent upon reading the book’s content.

Except Shaki. She shook Milia’s ear. "I’m blind as fuck. What does it say?"

 "Zero available pawn. Ah damn, we have to wait for Monday."

 "What should we do once the sovereign points run out? Dig with our own hands?"

 "I’m already digging with my two hands, thank you very much!"

They needed to earn sovereign points by developing their Dungeon town.

 "I scouted an ore mine earlier. No fooling around anymore, cow slut! Take some pawns and conquer it!"

 "Hum, that would be great. I will let you mobilize all the troglodytes, but if you don’t want to..."

 "Hmpf."

 "That’s a good idea. Forge me some shovels and I’ll lend you some pawns."

 "It’s not like I want to fuck with troglodytes. I want male minotaur pawns, okay?"

 "Stop being a greedy bitch! Go to work!"

 "Ouch- Alright!"

Milia threw a baleful glance at Lorely and left with her troglodyte friend.

The harpy sighed. "This will really be complica- huh?"

She turned around, unable to find her sovereign.