After giving food—dead monster parts to 25 goblins, Lyssandra mentally tallied the remaining ration.
If this continued, the food would only last a week at most. She needed a new solution.
She looked down at the cave floor, noting the difference from the stone walls of the maze. The dirt here was softer, almost spongy, and rich with the scent of damp earth.
"I remember that item in the shop," she muttered, pressing her fingers against her palm.
The system interface flickered into view. She scrolled through the shop's inventory with practiced ease.
At last, she found what she was looking for.
Seeds. A wide variety of them.
She bought 20 each of button mushrooms, potatoes, and sweet potatoes, draining her LP to 40.
With that meagre balance, she purchased 40 logs of wood.
The items appeared in her inventory, neatly stored and waiting.
"Got the seeds. Tools I can make with crafting. But how about water? That's the most important thing. Since those goblins can survive in this dungeon, there must be a water source nearby."
She exhaled, her mind already working on the next step.
But before she could plan further, she realized the truth, she hadn't slept for at least 20 hours. Maybe more.
She staggered back into the hut, her body aching with exhaustion.
After a few minutes of collapsing onto the cot, she passed out.
When she woke, she was not just tired—she was burning.
An immense urge took hold of her pelvic region. She could feel it pulsing, thickening, aching.
Her dick was hard, desperate for release.
She looked down, her vision blurry with sleep.
A few heads were bobbing up and down.
The five female goblins were servicing her. Three were focused on her cock, her balls, and her cunt. Two were sucking at her nipples.
"Ummm~~~ I don't mind waking up every day like this," she moaned, her hips bucking upward.
Then she came. Hard.
A massive load of semen erupted from her cock, splattering across the faces of the goblins below.
They rotated positions, their tongues and lips working together to drink every last drop.
"Did you all not get any food yesterday?" Lyssandra asked, her voice still thick with pleasure.
"Food? Why do I need food?" one goblin wondered, her eyes glazed over.
"Your stuff is too delicious and yummy. I'm full. Maybe for a week," another added, looking dreamy at her bloated belly, swollen with sperm.
The others nodded in agreement, their minds clearly elsewhere.
"Alright, if that's what you want," she said, standing up from the cot.
She adjusted her outfit, the black bodysuit clinging to her curves like a second skin.
Then, as if by habit, she took her cock and crammed it into her pussy.
Plop.
She shuddered, her body trembling with the sensation.
Normally, this would create a bulge inside her belly. But this time, it was even bigger and more prominent.
"Did it get bigger?" she wondered, pulling it out and taking measure.
Indeed, it had.
But she had already canceled [Slime Mimicry] after the orgy. It should have reverted back to 30 cm.
But now, it was 40 cm. A raging monster.
"This should be inconvenient, but somehow it even arouses me more," she said with a carefree face, plopping her dick back into her pussy.
She walked outside, the cool air of the cave a welcome relief against her heated skin.
A line of goblins was waiting, obedient as puppies.
"Meal time again? How long was I asleep? I need to take a bite too," she muttered, walking to the line and starting to distribute food to the goblins.
Then she took some monster parts for herself. With a flick of her wrist, her arm transformed into a sharp axe.
She grabbed a log of wood inside her inventory and split it into small sticks, then used her fire ball magic to ignite a roaring blaze.
She skewered the meat on a stick and held it over the flames, the sizzle sounds and aroma rose up the air.
Gradually, the aroma started filling the cave. All eyes were on her, or especially, the roasted meat sticks she was holding.
Noticing the gazes, she asked, "You guys don't know how to use fire to cook?"
A goblin nearby nodded like a chicken or…..shaking his head? She didn't understand but his saliva dripping down like a waterfall.
"Fire? I thought it was only used to see the way," another added, his eyes wide with confusion.
"If that's the case, then come over here. I will show you how to at least have a proper meal," Lyssandra said, patting the dirt floor next to her.
The goblins shuffled forward, their movements hesitant but eager.
"First, you need to make a fire," she began, her voice calm and instructional. "You can use flint and steel, or you can use magic if you have it."
She demonstrated, striking a spark against a piece of flint she found on the ground nearby. The spark caught on a pile of dry leaves, and soon a small flame was burning.
"Next, you need to prepare the meat," she continued, holding up a piece of monster flesh. "You can cut it into smaller pieces, or you can leave it whole. It depends on how you want to cook it."
She showed them how to cut the meat into smaller pieces, using her sharp axe to slice through the flesh.
"Then, you need to skewer the meat," she said, holding up a stick. "You can use a stick, or you can use a metal skewer if you have one."
She demonstrated, skewering the meat on a stick and holding it over the fire.
"Finally, you need to cook the meat," she said, turning the stick over the fire. "You can cook it until it's well done, or you can cook it until it's rare. Again, depends on how you like your meat."
She showed them how to cook the meat, turning the stick over the fire until the meat was golden brown and sizzling.
"Once the meat is cooked, you can eat it," she said, taking a bite of the meat. "Delicious, isn't it?"
The goblins nodded, their eyes wide with wonder.
"Thank you, Great One" one of them said, his voice was filled with zeal.
"You're welcome," Lyssandra replied, smiling. "Now, go ahead and try it yourself."
They one by one tried to mimic the process. Some succeeded, their faces lighting up with pride. Some failed, their meat burning to a crisp. Some just didn't care and bit into the bloody piece of meat, chewing with a savage grin.
In the end, they were jumping up and down, excited like they had just discovered fire for the first time. Technically, they had discovered how to cook with fire.
Lyssandra watched them, a small smile on her face.
Then she remembered what to do on her list. She grabbed a nearby goblin by the neck, her grip firm but not crushing.
"Is there any water source around in this dungeon?" she asked, her voice sharp.
The goblin answered, his voice trembling. "Yes, there is a small underground river to the far left of this cave entrance. But that is the habitat of those nasty water slimes."
Then he shuddered, his face contorting into a scary expression. "Every time we need water, we have to pass through those water slimes unnoticed. Otherwise, at least one of us will have to die so the others can make it back."
"This is not good," she thought about those water slimes.
Each had a high-pressure jet skill that could almost cut through stone. Alone, it could be quite easy to deal with. But more than one?
Imagine you have to avoid many. A dozen. Two dozen. All of them firing at once. A horrible way to die she thought.
So she had to make a plan. Then she looked back at the goblins near the fire.
"They have numbers. I have too," she muttered.
She told the goblin to lead her to their armory.
The armory was just a pile of weapons and tools from deceased adventurers. Swords, spears, shields, and bows were scattered haphazardly across the floor.
As she observed the bows, she asked the leading goblin, "I noticed that no goblin used those bows. Why didn't you?"
"We used to use them a lot," the goblin replied, his voice low. "But the more we used them, the fewer arrows we had. In the end, we ran out because human were rarely seen nowadays. So those bows are useless now."
That was a reasonable explanation. A bunch of monsters didn't even know how to use fire properly, how could they make arrows themselves?
Then she noticed, on the other side, a stack of large shields, wooden planks layered on top of each other.
She turned her hand into a lance and tried to pierce their surface.
"Very sturdy," she said, a smile forming on her face. "I think this might work."
A plan was already forming in her mind.