Dungeon? This Tree? Why Don't You Join Me for Lunch? (Dungeon Core)
Chapter 71: Fairy Pancake Mix

Chapter 71: Chapter 71: Fairy Pancake Mix

Now, there were many things which could have made the day better, but my three lovebirds settled on bed sport...

Anyway!

I had to find a way to make pancakes for Desmond! That was what happened in all the love stories! You did the bed sport, and then you made the pancakes!

And there was also something about cigars, but I didn’t want to have anything to do with those!

They were stinky, killed you slowly, not to mention that they made your teeth look yellow and rotten!

How was one supposed to eat anything with such teeth?

"Edda, this is important," I began, knowing that I was slowly going on the system’s nerves. "We need a pancake mix which even Desmond can stomach!"

Edda gave me the three dots of doom.

Those three dots, which show one that the system had seen the message, but also that said system has a couple of things to say.

The red, bold, dots of doom!

"Look here, you," she began, which was followed by more dots. Oh, so that’s how it feels to have that said to you? Hm... not good. "There is only one dungeon which produces this. But all of the pancake mix goes to the Archdemon Aron!"

"Archdemon... Aron

Edda began to write again.

"Yes, your Aron is actually Aron the Dread!" I could read the gloating in those words as she began to write again. "But that is not all! He is the boss mob of the World System!"

I blinked.

Oh.

Pan was at war with Aron? How was that supposed to work?

"Just give me a sec," I wasn’t mad. Aron had the right to a private life. More than that, he was not someone who was connected to the hip with me.

But some things had to be corrected while there was still time.

I tiptoed silently towards where Aron was napping. My hands were becoming sweaty. Now... I’ve done it with him.

But all the times I had Nate to... fill me up, if you know what I mean.

But now, I was going to try to get the bed sport done with just Aron.

"Edda, barrier," and my clumsy attempts had to be seen only by him. I was sure that the two Boliari were going to laugh at me, should they see them.

I began to undress.

My vest fell to the floor. Then I unbuttoned the first five buttons of my shirt. Letting it loosen up, exposing my chest.

Then, well, I unbuttoned my pants, but didn’t take them off. Aron had to think I was a mess.

A horny mess...

As I sat by him, I looked at his peaceful face.

This was him? The eldritch horror which got an entire Adventurer’s Guild to march alongside a dungeon core and a dragon?

This was a boss mob?

"Aron," I whispered in his ear. I really should stop underestimating him. Man, those arms of his were so...

Before I knew it, I was under him. He was smiling gently down at me.

"Hey, Sylvan," his breath was hot, his voice as smooth as silk.

I smiled right back.

All the strange advice I had read on the World System’s Blog about how to keep your man happy flowing out of my head.

"Hey," I repeated, like the drake I was.

His smile widened.

"Hey, hey," he was adorable. This teasing was so soft and fluffy!

"Hello, Bunny-bun," I whispered back at him, my hands going in his hair. "Bunny-bun-bun!"

I waited to see what he was going to come up with after that one.

He smirked.

"Foodie," he began, leaning in, his nose nuzzling against mine. "Nymph."

His red eyes were shining. Ah, darn it! I was getting the hang of the Cute Teasing ™

"Archdemon," I told him, my hand resting on the back of his neck. "Boss mob."

He began to blink at me. Oh, I could see that his pale skin lost all of its color.

"When were you going to tell me?" Everything was making sense now. Why he lost his mind, going into full berserker rage.

He was a mob, who might have been kidnapped from his dungeon. Man, Aron must have been gripping to his sanity for dear life.

"Never," he admitted, rolling off me. I was on his lap seconds later. His chin resting over my head. "I didn’t want to scare you."

"I am the Foodie Nymph. Leader of the Nymph Union," I told him. It was quite the union... with me, Pan, Aurora and Doran. Honestly, Doran was the best of us all.

The only heavy hitter.

"And I am at war with the World Dungeon," besides, I needed to take over the Necromantic Union.

But my mind had already put two and two together. If I helped Pan take over Belladonna, then he was going to just tell the dungeons of the Necromantic Union to enter the Nymph Union.

After that, it was all going to be sunshine and lollipops!

Or so I thought.

"Yes, you are," Aron’s eyes were shining. I could feel as someone else’s mana was trying to shape his own.

"Whom do you love more?" I whispered, as I laid both my hands over his. "Us," I didn’t need to tell him who "us" was.

We, Desmond, Nate, the kids and I, were a unit. Aron couldn’t just have me.

He had made that clear when he had added Nate to our soul bond.

"Or Belladonna?"

He sighed.

"She created me," oh... "But... she is not my soulmate."

I saw it. A contract. One which was flickering. I heard as he took a sharp breath.

She was going to kill him! That was the only thought I had in my mind.

I didn’t even read the contract. Something I had made use of more than once to trap other dungeons, mobs, humans, gnomes, what-have-you...

The strange and ancient mana evaporated in the air.

I heard a ping!

"Congratulations, Sylvan the Foodie Nymph! Aron the Dread, the current Archdemon, has agreed to be your Dungeon Master! That bumps your level from E to A! Oh, happy day!!!"

"Dungeon Master?" I yelled!

Aron chuckled, biting my neck.

The rest was bliss... but I was still mad, darn it!