My Dungeon Life: Rise of the Slave Harem

“Matty, are you going to be okay?” I asked

Since his dungeon had been destroyed, I had brought him into my dungeon. Matty didn’t have a lot of particular skills when it came to fighting and being as he was completely bound to the dungeon as Xin and Selena had once been, he wasn’t able to participate in the fight. He had mostly been moping sadly in a corner, even while Elaya was sweating over the apekin and their ingenuity.

However, when we had started to prepare the dungeon for the upcoming battle, he had finally stood up and started to help. The one thing he was particularly skilled at was the one thing we needed. He was good at traps and puzzles, and that was exactly what we needed to keep Roth’s armies at bay. He had taken on and designed several levels for us. However, the entire time, he had moved around with a melancholy-like demeanor that lacked any life.

“I am fine.” He responded in a dead voice.

He was only alive right now because I had brought him to my dungeon and absorbed the remnants of his dungeon. It was one of the reasons I had the dungeon energy to make so many last moment improvements.

“That’s good…” I responded, not quite sure how to deal with young children.

It was true that Matty was probably older than me in years, but dungeons had a very particular problem. Dungeon lore could grow more complex and larger, and dungeons could change and mutate over time, increasingly creating more fallacy and errors, but the one thing a dungeon couldn’t do on its own is progress the story. No dungeon would ever complete the lore without intervention from an outside source.

That meant that no matter how long Matty lived, he’d never mature or grow older. In that respect, he was still a child, albeit a wise and knowledgeable child for his age. He turned away to leave, but I reached out and stopped him.

“I have something for you,” I responded. “It’s Elaya who did the majority of the work. She has some experience and the time to do it. Plus, as a sort of witch-like figure, she has a good understanding of such things.”

Matty turned around confused as I gestured to the door. A moment later, a beautiful woman in a witch outfit stepped out into the light. Matty let out a cry and then charged at her.

“Mommy!”

It was the woman that had been destroyed by King Roth in Matty’s dungeon. She was his second-in-command and an approximation of his mother. Although Roth had tried to destroy her, when I absorbed the lore I had gotten the majority of her pieces. Elaya had carefully patched her back together. She wasn’t the same woman from before, as some of her lore was lost, but she was likely close enough to satisfy a young boy whose mind was already warped by dungeons.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

After a moment, she peeled off Matty’s hands and then walked to me. I thought she was going to thank me for her new lease on life, but she suddenly planted her lips on mine.

“M-Mom!”

As she kissed me, her hand grabbed my butt, and when she pulled away, her teeth bit my lip and pulled a bit. Finally, she turned back to Matty, even while still clinging to me.

“Matty, your Mommy may have returned, but I’m upset about how you have been treating your new Daddy.”

“Daddy!” We both cried out at the same time.

“Yes, Mommy is Daddy’s plaything, so get along properly, okay?” Her voice was singsong and chipper despite saying such a lewd thing.

After a moment, Matty’s face turned red, and then he cried out. “You’re not my dad! I’ll never accept you! You hate you forever!”

He spun around and fled the room. It seemed bad, but that was basically how he was acting before he depressed, so he seemed to back to normal.

“Uh, oh… my precious Mathew is being naughty. I’ll have to spank him thoroughly.” The witch licked her lips. “However, if Daddy wants to spank me first, please don’t hold back!”

I couldn’t help but let out a sigh. She already had hints of such a personality before in her dungeon. Allowing Elaya of all people to piece her back together had only amplified her naughtier tendencies. Now she was a definite sadist and obsessed with me! I’d never let Elaya make another mob again!