Mid-mid-low-mid-low-mid.

It wasn’t even the strong-weak-weak-mid-strong-weak rhythm you’d use for thrusting. So why was I suddenly rattling off this mid-low pattern? Because that was the streak of mid-grade and low-grade magic stones I’d been getting in a row.

"Forget Ose and Amy—at this point, Lucifer’s the real problem."

The Lucifer magic stone gacha.

With absurdly terrible odds, it could cough up a highest-grade magic stone, and it was the only way I had to get the high-grade stones I needed right now. And yet I’d failed to land one for six days straight.

The first day I got the magic stone gacha, I used it with Shaitan. The egg I got that time was a mid-grade stone.

Day two I brought in Lune (mid), day three Eila (low), day four Gremory (mid). Still nothing. On day five, I didn’t even bother calling anyone in—I just shoved the leftovers in after injecting Flauros’s root, and out came a low-grade stone. So on the last day, I finally roped in Luna, the dark elf queen, and managed to get a mid-grade stone.

"It’s a gacha you can only do once a day—at this point shouldn’t a high-grade one have popped out already?"

"Isn’t it ’cause you’re not sticking it in yourself?"

"Ugh. You want me to shake my hips for Lucifer? Hard pass."

"Why not?"

"Because she makes it painfully obvious she’s only doing it under duress. Once or twice is fine, but when it’s nonstop like that, any urge I had just evaporates."

I pointed at Lucifer, tangled up in Flauros’s tentacles. Every part of her was wrapped up in them, except the spot where she needed to lay her eggs.

"Flauros, open your mouth for a sec."

At my order, Flauros pulled the tentacle it had stuffed in her mouth out. With her eyes still wrapped up by a tentacle-dick, the second Lucifer got her mouth back, she started shouting.

"I told you, it’s a matter of probability! Haven’t you heard of independent trials?! It’s just bad luck—why do you keep blaming me?!"

"See that. Still zero reflection. Bad luck? Lucifer, our legion is the kind that rigs the odds themselves!"

"That’s ridiculous! Where does something like that even exist?!"

"Tentacle Drasil, Flauros—the one currently giving you a dedicated tentacle service—is the proof!"

I lifted Lune up high and held her out toward Flauros.

"When I used a summoning scroll with Lune’s help, a 4-star monster popped out in a single shot! And what about you?! I rolled out the whole ace lineup of our legion to channel energy into you, and all I get is mid-grade and low-grade?!"

"I’m just catching what you’ve already finished and leaking out! You only stick it in and pull it out for, like, three seconds a day!"

"Correct yourself! The way you put it makes me sound like a quick-shooter. I thrust up top for over an hour before I cum and stick it in, you little brat."

To the very end, Lucifer refused to admit the problem was on her side.

"I’m letting you live, and I’m even letting you experience getting buried in tentacles here in our legion—so put in the eeeeeffort to lay a high-grade or highest-grade! Effort!"

"That’s not something effort can fix!!"

"Getting awfully comfortable with those tentacles lately, huh? Want me to call up every orc we’ve got and flip you around?"

"H-hiiick..."

The threat broke her. Just to drive the point home, I’d had a handful of orcs gangbang one of the adventurers right in front of Lucifer as an example. After that, she didn’t backtalk anymore.

’It was staged, not the real thing, though.’

When I’d asked for volunteers, seven of them raised their hands. I secretly held a gangbang-acting contest behind Lucifer’s back and put the most convincing performer front and center for her. Lucifer totally bought it—thought I was really tossing her aside—and grabbed my ankles, begging me not to.

"So watch yourself. Push me the wrong way and I’ll do it, Solomon or no Solomon."

"...hic."

Lucifer bit down on her lip and started to sob. At the same moment, up on the ceiling, Flauros shook a tentacle at me to signal.

"Oh, past midnight already? Then let’s get this over with. Who should I call in..."

"Master. Why don’t you just do it with her for once?"

Lune looked up at me from where she was curled against me, laying on the cuteness. I was floored—the last thing I ever expected from her mouth was a suggestion to go stick it in Lucifer.

"Flauros. Shrink a tentacle and plug Lucifer’s ears. And Lune—by ’do it,’ you don’t mean...?"

"Thrusty-thrust. Start to finish."

"No way. She hates even tentacles—you think a dick would be any different?"

"Oh, come on. You never know. Maybe if Master sticks it in her and she cums while laying an egg, a high-grade stone’ll actually pop out."

"Huh... you think?"

Kind of a reasonable point, honestly. Lune slipped her hand into my pants and started working on my Rok Junior, which hadn’t gotten fully stiff yet.

"Right? There’s an elf legend, you know—a houseplant raised with love, or one raised with neglect, which one grows better?"

"An onion that had nasty trash-talk and foul language yelled at it every day."

"...Master?"

Lune’s eyes went sharp and she grabbed my shaft hard. The pressure was perfect stimulation for my now rock-hard cock, but Lune’s message came through loud and clear. I gently tickled her ears and kissed her forehead.

"Yeah, yeah. You’re saying if Lucifer lays an egg while actually hitting orgasm, we’ll get better results."

"Basically. You’ve changed lately, Master."

"Changed how?"

"You’re the guy who stuck it in a unicorn and in a tentacle plant’s roots. But with a pretty girl like that, no dice? Don’t tell me you’ve turned into a picky eater."

"...No way."

If there’s one thing I’m a picky eater about, it’s that godawful silver hairtail.

"Lune, thanks. I got so lost between all your chests I forgot myself for a minute there."

"Hehe. Then do it. She needs to feel Master’s sticky love at least once, too. That way she’ll stop whining like that from now on."

That last bit really didn’t sit well with the elf’s ears, apparently. Steeling myself, I pulled out my dick—fully stiffened up thanks to Lune.

"Flauros. Wrap Lucifer’s whole body up with tentacles. Thick enough that she won’t notice when I go in. Leave only her crotch exposed. Skip her rear."

At my order, Flauros ruthlessly wound several thick layers of small tentacles around Lucifer’s body. Everything except her lower belly—her crotch and pussy visible between her spread legs—was buried under tentacles.

"Open her ears just a bit."

While Flauros pulled the tentacles out of Lucifer’s ears, I grabbed my cock and lightly tapped it against her folds.

"Last chance. Screw this up again and I’m sending you off to a brothel that sells you to humans and siphons off their money and mana. Through the anal hole only, mind you."

"I-I’ll try my hardest! I’ll do well, so please don’t do that!"

I had zero actual intention of doing that, but Lucifer was shaking like a leaf. Her flushed, twitching mound pulsed like it was trying to signal just how hard she was working at it.

"Let’s get started, then."

Slide.

I pushed into Lucifer slowly, starting with the head. This was a hole I’d already nutted in and pulled out of countless times, but it was my first time going in from the very beginning like this.

"Hiiick!!"

Shuddering.

The second I went in, Lucifer was already drooling and cumming. I’d only put the tip in, and her whole pussy was vibrating like an earthquake had hit it.

"Whoa, she’s losing it already and we just started."

Her pussy’s reaction was something else right off the bat. Normally she’s so drenched in love juices that I just slide in and out without her feeling much, but inside, Lucifer was clamping down on me awkwardly and desperately, like a virgin.

"Haaah, kugh, hgaaah...!"

Lucifer was tossing her head side to side, moaning like crazy. She looked more in heat than the elves who’d been hit with the lust curse, and I couldn’t help feeling a chill.

"Am I gonna be okay if I go in any deeper...?"

"Master, want me to help?"

"Nah. I’ll just go in quick and wrap this up fast."

I had a mountain of stuff to get to after this. I adjusted my angle and pushed my cock all the way in.

Squelch, squelch.

That wasn’t the sound of tentacles. Lucifer’s walls were squeezing me tight from the very start. Every fold on her walls felt like it was screaming for me to come deeper in and not leave.

"Heh, your face said you hated it, but your body’s way more honest!"

I’ve stuck it in enough places to recognize it. This woman was craving a man right now. After spending ages being broken in under training, she wanted a living, breathing man—not a slime dildo or a tentacle.

"How does it feel right now?"

"I don’t know...! I’ve never felt this way before...!"

Lucifer was slack-jawed with her tongue hanging out. If it’d been Lune or any of my other girls I’d have snatched that tongue up immediately, but Lucifer wasn’t quite at that stage yet.

"Here, suck on this at least."

I grabbed a strand of Flauros’s tentacle and pushed it into Lucifer’s mouth. The tip of the tentacle had the exact same shape as my glans, so Lucifer was basically biting down on my cock with both her upper mouth and her lower mouth.

"Slurp, lick."

Lucifer started sucking and licking carefully, like the tentacle was mine. Unlike Flauros, which just jackhammered one-sidedly, I alternated my hip motion and thrust up and down in rhythm.

Strong-strong-weak-strong-weak-strong.

I swung my hips in time with the mid-mid-low-mid-low-mid rhythm of the stones Lucifer had laid. Her pussy wasn’t all that deep, so my whole shaft didn’t fit in, but thanks to that the tip kept pressing firmly against her cervix.

Shudder.

Lucifer’s urethra gaped open and burst with clear, sparkling juice. The tentacles wrapped around her started trembling without restraint. If her whole body hadn’t been restrained, she would’ve been thrashing around like crazy.

And the climax of all that movement was the grip of her walls.

"Oof, this is good."

I barely had to swing my hips—her squeezing and releasing on its own was enough to bring me close to the edge. We were technically in missionary with me on top, but Lucifer was the one moving more aggressively.

"Lucifer. If you become a true member of our legion, I’ll give you this pleasure for the rest of your life."

Flinch. At my offer, Lucifer froze for a second. The grip of her walls went slack at the same time.

"Well, okay. Suit yourself."

I slowly pulled my hips back. My cock, which had been pressing into her cervix, started easing out, grazing the folds of her walls.

"There’s plenty more girls besides you, anyway. I’ll clean up and do Lune with something fresh..."

Clench, cleeench.

Tears started running down Lucifer’s cheeks. And at the same moment, love juices started dripping out from below. She was gripping my cock so hard as I tried to pull out that the fluid built up inside came spilling out.

"Heh. Answering with your lower mouth, huh?"

Lucifer didn’t twitch. But her lower mouth was nodding yes, over and over. She was twisting her hips every which way, straining to keep my cock inside her somehow.

"That’s right. That’s the eeeeffort I’m talking about. The effort to please a man!"

I put my hands on Lucifer’s thighs. And with one sharp motion, I slammed my hips forward.

Thwump—!

It was strong enough to lift Lucifer’s whole body. Strong enough to not just poke her cervix but punch right through it.

Crunch!

Maybe the shock was too much. Lucifer bit down on the tentacle in her mouth and her body started trembling violently. The pain of having her entire uterus lifted should’ve overwhelmed her, but luckily that pain turned into pleasure and rocked her brain.

Crack!

Flauros yanked the tentacle out of Lucifer’s mouth. True to its 4-star status, its bite force was no joke—with the rebound from her climax, she’d bitten clean through the tentacle.

"Oh boy, that’s bad. That thing’s packed full of aphrodisiac inside."

"..."

Lucifer went limp, mouth hanging open, vacant. The climax was so intense it looked like she’d blacked out, and her whole body had gone slack.

"Master, she’s out cold. Looks like she lost consciousness."

"...Even if the grip eased up, that’s plenty of effort right there. Yeah. Good enough. I was near my limit anyway."

With a woman I’m used to, I can go an hour or more, but this time I hadn’t been holding back—the plan was to finish quick. Creampies came with their own rush of pleasure and dominance, sure, but what I cared about more right now was the income that was riding on me nutting.

Spurt, spurt.

I came huge inside Lucifer. Not the usual routine where I cum in someone else and stuff the leftovers in her—for the first time, it was start to finish with her, and I nutted inside.

Glug, glug.

I savored the post-nut slump and slowly pulled my cock out. I’d come since midnight, so I’d softened up a tiny bit, but the smallest bit more stimulation and I’d be rock-hard again.

"Should I call Lime over for a cleaning blowjob?"

"No, it’s fine. Flauros. Bring me a root."

At my order, Flauros whipped out a root right away. I shoved my cock into the root, and Flauros basically used the root to wash it, sucking off everything stuck to my shaft.

"Let’s wait and see. Wonder what’ll come out."

"Then can I have a taste while you wait?"

"Of course."

After a quick refresher, I sat down facing Lune in a face-to-face cowgirl position. She wasn’t dead set on making me cum, and I wasn’t dead set on making her cum—we just hugged each other like we were embracing.

Pop.

"It’s out. Lune, I’ve got the bottom. You hold the top."

"And then we twist it off together, right? Hehe."

Lune and I flipped open the capsule at the same time.

"Wow."

Inside, a gorgeous, shimmering rainbow was sparkling back at us.