Dym&Qaz Present: Pokemon Gluttony Dungeon Act 1 Part 4. You really have to do a draw for the part when the girls were belly to belly. SlimDym Digital Artist. I actually do have a sketch of it, I just haven't finished it yet. Misteryus20 Who knows.
A/N: Yo! Well I did say it would be a while to the next chapter. Anyways I hope you enjoy it. Please be warned of inappropriate content from my Grey Faction OC. To the reader who loved my earlier dirty jokes, you'll probably like this one.
Is it wrong to try to pick up Girls in a Dungeon with my scary senpai?
Grey Faction x DanMachi Crossover
Part 4 – Senpai's machinations and kindness
A week had passed since Bell had joined Hestia's familia due to his foolishness in not asking the cute goddess's name. A week since he had joined the familia of one of the most feared adventurer's in the city. The man who was legendary for his ruthless skills and violence, someone who he planned to avoid when he became an adventurer, who was now his senpai…
(Bell Cranel POV)
It actually wasn't that bad.
The training with him thus far had been terrifying, sure. But he was polite and considerate, and rather teasing, though only so far to Hestia and to a lesser extent myself.
What I could do without was his insinuations that I and Hestia were sexually involved, while I'm not adverse to the pretty woman's attentions, I currently have my hopes set on the Sword Saint, as ridiculous as that hope might be. What I do draw the line at was his insistence that his finding us with Hestia sitting on my rear while she drew the Falna on my back was in fact her trying to use me as the 'woman.' Something I took great offense to, while Hestia only blushed heavily, hopefully not picturing a 'penetrating' scenario. Who was I kidding, she definitely was.
Eventually I snapped at the level 5, reminding him that women lack a certain 'something' that would make that possible. Mark-senpai only grinned at me, and only then did I realise I had fallen into his trap. He now knew what it took to get a rise out of me, despite my lingering fear of 'Hestia's Monster,' which hadn't been completely erased over the last week.
A little later I would find out that my rejection of the scenario allowed him to prove that it was in fact possible. I ended up thrown on his shoulder, and carried to the red-light district, where there were lots of beautiful women in scantily clad clothing available for hire, but just as many muscular men who looked at me like I was an especially delicious meal. I now have a much better appreciation of how women feel when a man's eyes roam over them without subtly or consideration. I felt strangely violated after several called to my new Senpai, asking if they could 'have a go' with me when he was done with me.
Mark showed no embarrassment or anger at the implication; he merely ignored them, shrugged, or said: 'That's up to our Goddess,' with a tone that suggested a hint of 'maybe.'
Eventually we ended up at a small store called 'Toys UP Us' which sold sexual aids and fetishist clothing. I had never been in a store like this, my grandfather said they were fun places, but as a kid I doubted such places actually existed. I was proven wrong in a very embarrassing way. I was taken inside, taken along to browse, and he brought a product a woman could wear to simulate being men. He made me carry it back, thankfully in a bag, sadly it had the shop's logo, and I got some very interesting looks on the way back to my new home that overlooked Hestia's bakery.
And once we were inside…
(General POV)
'Hestia, we're home!'
'Welcome back,' Hestia said with a smile, and then she saw the bag and froze. 'W-W-Wha-t d-do you have there?!'
'U-Umm…' Bell stuttered.
Mark merely grinned and said, 'Since you seem to like riding Bell-chan from behind, I brought something for you to strap on to aid in the process until you start having sex the conventional way.'
'Eh?'
A moment of silence…
And outside the bakery, those who were passing by heard the high pitched scream of a very embarrassed girl, followed by a loud thundering slap, a yell of pain, and concluded with the laughter of a young boy.
Scene change: House of Fertility, 3 hours later
Mark sat their quietly at a small table in the corner, a nasty red hand print still stinging on his cheek from where Hestia had slapped him so hard that he was pretty sure she had broken the rules about using her divine power. A few empty glasses littered his table, while he slowly sipped another cider, contemplating the results of his actions over the last week.
Bell hadn't entered the dungeon so far as he had yet to deem the kid could survive even the first level. Sure the kid was fast, but given how small the new adventurer was, being light on one's feet was expected, so Mark began training his body, showing him what exercises did what, and how to fight realistically, as until Bell Cranel grew taller and his muscles thickened, using anything more than small and light weapons was ridiculous.
The kid had idiotic ideas of using a two handed long sword, something Mark himself wouldn't bother with if he had to lug the heavy thing around like a normal adventurer. (Support skills for the win!) So he forced Bell to swing one of his heavy swords without rest…for four hours. Arms in agony, Bell finally collapsed, his stubbornness giving out to reality. Meanwhile Mark had been performing the same flowing sword strikes much faster and smoother, matching the end of his third strike with the end of Bell's first, and unlike Bell, Mark wasn't even sweating. He was used to fighting for far longer against massive hordes of monsters, or solo against a high level boss, such fights could last days without rest or pause. One battle lasted for over a week against an adult green dragon, and Mark had actually eaten the flesh he managed to hack off the dragon in order to not starve and have the energy to fight, and the same with the dragon's blood to drink, disgusting, but thankfully not poisonous.
Oddly he had gained a skill from it, though sadly not a level up. He had gotten to level 5 in an absurdly short amount of time, but now he couldn't seem to manage the next level up no matter what he faced. So for now he focused on maxing all of his stats within the level 5 range, so when he became a level 6 eventually, he'd become massively more powerful than the few who had made it to that rank and higher. However… Mark shook his head free of distractions, it was an issue he had when not in combat, finding it difficult to focus on one thing, in the dungeon he was a pure existence; in the dungeon he was Dingir not Mark.
Bell needed to learn to fight like a realistic warrior not an unrealistic image of a hero. Battles lasted a long time, war was grueling and exhausting, and in the dungeon you got to experience that. An endless wave of monsters or evil adventurers, you didn't get to choose your fights or fight at your best. Bell needed weapons and equipment he could use even at the peak of exhaustion or the verge of death.
So no heavy weapons for Bell, at least yet. Currently he had Bell training to use a wide variety of weapons that could be easily carried.
These included:
A short sword, which had a somewhat curved edge, and was intended for slashing attacks and parrying, rather the hacking required with a larger sword.
A short handle one sided axe for deeper wounding attacks, it could also be used to bludgeon if it lost its edge, and was balanced to be thrown as a last resort.
A dirk, a tiny throwing knife that could be applied with poison, Mark always carried many of them in hidden pockets. Bell had two straps of them around his thighs, so he could pull them out quickly. Currently his aim was dreadful but Bell was learning.
Bell still needed a lot of work with them before he could be considered competent, but he was definitely getting better. Having a level 5 teaching him all day every day definitely improved the quality of the training, as well as correcting errors in form and technique before they became bad habits.
The more important issue was naivety; Bell had grown up on unrealistic stories of being an adventurer that would need to be broken. Hard. But until Bell experienced the terror of the dungeon for himself, there was a limit to what Mark could instil in the stubborn brat, and a week wasn't enough time to teach even the basics of the dungeon. It wasn't surprising so many level 1's died soon after joining.
Another week and he would take Bell to be signed up as an adventurer, and then he could start earning again, if at a reduced level as he couldn't take Bell too deep without getting him killed. Hestia would likely never forgive him… and that was the main issue that would interfere with his plans to conquer the dungeon.
Hestia, one of the few remaining virgin goddesses had fallen in love with a human. That wasn't the issue itself, the problem was that it wasn't him or a non-adventurer. He would never die in the dungeon and Hestia knew that, and a non-combatant would be at low risk of dying young. But falling for Bell meant she would always worry for his safety and worse yet he might not return her feelings, which is why he teased and pranked, and pushed them together without consideration. Which led him to being slapped, Mark did not care however, Bell and Hestia had both been blushing furiously afterwards, particularly when he left, saying to enjoy themselves, though whether conventionally or with the toy he had purchased as a punishment for Bell. He had found out the damn kid had a crush on the sword saint, which was unacceptable. The Loki and Hestia familia were not enemies, but neither were they friends, (with a few exceptions) and marriages between groups simply didn't happen. But if Bell tried, it would break Hestia's heart.
Mark refused to allow the goddess who saved him to be unhappy, it was unacceptable. He would make Bell strong enough to survive for now, but he needed more teammates for when Mark/Dingir returned to deep diving in the dungeon. More people would mean more changes in his daily life, and the two years alone with Hestia had been precious. Mark sighed, downing the cider in a quick chug. There was so much he needed to do now, but it couldn't be helped. He would have to balance this additional annoyance with his goals.
'If I cannot quench her feelings…' Mark mused darkly. 'You will accept Hestia's affections, if not… Bell, I will kill you.' He paused, perhaps that was a little cruel. '…At the very least I will have you leave our familia.'
He set down the glass with a delicate plink. The days where he would crush metal cups and glasses in his hands by accident when he got angry had long since passed. Even though he burned on the inside, he didn't allow it to show on the outside, not his gaze, expression, bearing, or grip.
A familiar green haired elf then sat at his table, Alf was a level 6, and had saved his life on one occasion, helping him get to the surface after the battle with the Black Orochi, they had become… perhaps not friends, but more than simple acquaintances after that, exchanging small talk, and occasionally drinking together. She handed him another cider, an elfish brand he noted from the smell, she carried a second one for herself. Elves seldom drank alcohol, but those that did, usually only drank apple or grape wines brewed in their own land. Mark didn't mind, elf cider was very sweet with a surprising kick to it.
But what Alf was drinking was simple apple juice, though pressed from the same brewery. Mark often tried to get her to drink alcohol, he had a feeling she would be an interesting drunk, but no luck as yet.
'Hey Alf,' Mark smiled, accepting the drink. 'What brings you here?'
'You,' Alf said simply.
Mark's smile turned faintly smug. 'Oh?' he remarked. 'Are you finally succumbing to my charms?'
Alf snorted, not rising to his bait to embarrass her. 'Calling them charms would be an exaggeration.'
'My heart breaks at another missed opportunity!' Mark declared in an exaggerated fashion. Before schooling his features to normal, she never sought him out; they simply met by happenstance and spent the occasional time together. 'So what's up?'
'I heard an interesting rumour about you,' she began.
'Which one?' Mark asked, as people were always talking about him, seldom anything good.
'Seems you finally have a new familia member after two years,' Alf replied, honestly she was curious. Because of how bad his reputation was, nobody wanted to join Hestia's familia.
'Yeah…It's true.' Mark sighed deep a deep swig of the drink she'd brought. 'Thanks for this by the way.'
'You're welcome,' Alf replied, allowing a brief smile to show on her usually stoic features. 'But you don't seem happy about it.'
'I'm not.'
'Can I ask why?'
Mark sighed, he couldn't handle Alf when she didn't throw out the digs and sharp banter, and her politeness stopped his usual responses. It was easier to be honest, and he wanted to vent a little bit.
'Can you promise to keep quiet about it?' he asked softly, he didn't want anyone to overhear. Fortunately with how noisy and packed the place was, it was unlikely anyone would anyway. The next topic of conversation was conducted in little more than whispers as a precaution.
'Very well.'
'Hestia's in love with our new member.'
'Huh?'
'But he fancies your little kouhai, the Sword Saint.'
'Not going to happen,' Alf said simply yet sternly. Alf despite her young appearance was 99 years old and had been the main trainer, and effectively a foster mother to Aiz, whose own parents had died tragically when she was very young.
'Then we have an agreement. You keep her away from Bell Cranel, and I'll do my best to push Hestia and him together in the meanwhile.'
Alf didn't have problem with this, though Aiz frequently challenged Mark to a sword duel, so he'd need to leave Bell at home. Aiz disliked Mark's violent actions and crassness, hating that so powerful an adventurer was so much in conflict of what she expected of herself and the image of the perfect hero she sought. Despite that lacking, Mark almost never lost to Aiz, the only times she could recall Aiz winning was when she had leveled to 4 and 5 before he had, and trounced him with the sudden superhuman boosts until he achieved the same level up.
Aiz was far more talented a fighter than Mark, he knew it, she knew it, Aiz knew it. However her style was straight forward and head-on. Mark was ruthless, brutal, and used any method to achieve victory. He was no hero, but he had the ideal skills to be an adventurer. This proven when he nearly reached the level 50+ floors solo, something that only Loki's familia in the last few years had managed to beat, and they did it in vast groups. As at level 50 plus, you didn't just have super strong monsters and deadly terrain to deal with, but literal armies of monsters headed by bosses that were level 7 or 8 at the least.
'Very well.'
'Besides,' Mark continued. 'Your Aiz lacks the emotional and societal experience to even contemplate a romantic relationship. She's worse than we are, and we're pretty broken.'
Alf knew Mark well enough to not be offended. He was right; all three of them were too focused on their goals to pursue a genuine romantic relationship, though in Aiz case, she was too sheltered as a warrior, and didn't really exist as a female, let alone as a woman with sexual wants and needs. As much as Aiz was affronted by the existence of Mark, he knew her far better than many of their familiar.
'How very true,' she chuckled.
'But enough about me, it's been a while since we last saw each other. How has life been treating you, sweet Princess?'
Alf flushed very briefly; somehow he made it embarrassing to be called by her title.
'I-Idiot.'
To be continued in part 5
A/N: I made the chapter around 3K this time, quite a bit longer than the others so far.
Status
Name: Mark Green
Alias: Dingir, Mad Adventurer, Hestia's Monster
Race: Nephilim
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Hair: Black
Eyes: Grey / Gold
Height: 186cm (6ft, 1 inch)
Affiliation: Hestia Familia (captain)
Occupation: Adventurer
Level: 5
Achieved floor: 49
Strength: S900
Endurance: S958
Dexterity: B781
Agility: B790
Magic: D567
Exorcist: S
Storage: D
Magic Resistance: C
Skill: Berserker, Dark Store, Dragon Burst
Magic: Sanctitudo, Malo Purget, Origin