Your fondest dream is to one day lend your corruptive power to a noble and beautiful lady knight and then savor her slow descent into depravity, madness, and villainy.
Unfortunately, you are currently stuck in your pedestal, incapable of movement. It is a comfortable pedestal, and the Dungeon Core has told you that you're in a secret treasure vault, a room that adventurers covet and seek out for reasons no monster truly understands. Someone will eventually find you, and when they do they will certainly pick you up, for you've been presented as a Venerable Holy Sword to all adventurers.
Still, eventually is eventually, and you might get picked up by a man instead of the beautiful lady knight of your dreams. You need to... >Convince one of the nearby monsters to come pick you up. >Focus your energies and attempt to float away. >Make enough noise that the secret treasure vault is not so secret anymore. >Be patient. Good things come to those who wait.
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AnonymousID:7eNGxXo605/17/26(Sun)16:41:08
>>6414220(OP) >Convince one of the nearby monsters to come pick you up. Come here you goofy little Orc... C'mere. Pick me! Grab me! Wouldn't you like to die in a fight a beautiful fancy lady? Hmmmm?
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AnonymousID:PzhYY+EM05/17/26(Sun)16:45:12
>>6414220(OP) >Be patient. Good things come to those who wait. >Like cute adventurer women like you seen in your dwarven tapestries
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AnonymousID:A/ihwna105/17/26(Sun)16:59:09
>>6414220(OP) >>Convince one of the nearby monsters to come pick you up.
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AnonymousID:0NEyW6EX05/17/26(Sun)16:59:42
>>6414224 >Be patient. Good things come to those who wait. For the first 50 years. We could be patient and practise convincing that "slaying troll children is absolute necessity for the greater good. And those who oppose it are actually evil themself" or something If fate isn`t kind, and 50 years is not enough - give up and. >Convince one of the nearby monsters to come pick you up.
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AnonymousID:Rdb3qRI+05/17/26(Sun)17:03:10
>>6414220(OP) >Be patient. Good things come to those who wait. Maybe we can get really good at singing battle hymns (in our mind) while we wait. Girls like a sword that can harmonize really well.
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AnonymousID:PzhYY+EM05/17/26(Sun)17:29:06
>>6414232 I'll okay convincing a monster if it's reasonably feminine enough. Especially a goblin.
Small monstergirl with comically oversized weapon is my bag.
>>6414238 Nah, ifour goal is to corrupt someone innocent and wholesome, we should not compromize. In fact, I think even human male knight is better temporary carrier that any monster - if we will be able to pretend to be totally good and wholesome, convince him to take a female disciple and then tragically die while leaving us to her, of course (there is also possibility for revenge baiting there).
Being patient is more or less spinning the gacha and seeing what sort of waifu comes out.
>1 - an ugly monster comes and takes you from the pedestal >2 - a manly adventurer comes and takes you from the pedestal >3 - you thought you got picked up by a beautifully lady knight but in fact he is a man >4 - this damn rotten halfling bitch is pretending to be way younger than she is, it's weird and inappropriate. >5 - this roughspun adventurer lady isn't noble at all! >6 - this lady isn't a knight but holy shit her tits are huge this is awesome. >7 - this lady knight is covered in scars, what a shame, you can help her with that. >8 - this lady knight was already evil and was looking for a cursed sword specifically! >9 - this is the perfect ideal princess knight that you were hoping to corrupt. >10 - huh? there is something about this lady knight, it's as though she knows what you are... and is excited...?
>>6414297 Damn. Put us back, harlot! (Guess, we stuck with her).>>6414297
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AnonymousID:UImSRbJR05/17/26(Sun)19:42:02
>>6414297 kek what a ball-buster >"Yes... Feel the hatred course through you... Embrace the darkness... Enter the v-" >"I've already.. You, uh, you don't need to do that." >"Oh. You don't... Need any corrupting?" >"No. Look, maybe you just take that side of the bed for a minute, I've got a trick, and I'll just..." >*Dark energy pulsates across her figure, the sounds of men gnashing their teeth, women wailing, and beasts being slaughtered by the dozen escapes from deep within her and a peak of thunder tears across the sky with a furious crack* >"Oh, uh..." >"It's ok, you're still a great sword. It's really not you, I've always been the only one that's able to corrupt myself and being forth an inner evil. It's just easier for me to commune with the demonic if I do it myself."
>>6414302 If she is flat we can simply bully her until she uses our powers to grow a fat chest. It won't be a total corruption, but we have to take a victory wherever we can.
"Fufufu..." a woman with red eyes and a menacing aura finds her way into your hidden vault home. "It has been six hundred long years since I began my search, but I finally found you, Cursed Sword Laevateinn..."
That is your name, yes.
"The peerless dark sword said to cleave the rising sun and bring about eternal twilight..." she throws back her hood to show the face of a refined and aristocratic beauty, with raven black hair and a smile that leaves you intimidated... and yet also makes you stand at attention with anticipation. "At last, that power shall lie in the hands of someone worthy to receive it."
Look, lady, you're attractive and all, but you really just want to corrupt innocent women and turn them into evil thots.
Hell, you can live without the evil! You wanna take women who don't see themselves like that, and make them a seductress!
"Now, Laevateinn, lend me your power!" she declares, and then does something you didn't expect. She unclasps her cloak and lets it fall to her ankles. "Together, you and I shall cast down the usurpers, and put those slaves of the Light where they belong... on the bottom!"
Oh. She wasn't wearing anything underneath the cloak.
Well, even if she doesn't have the attitude of your ideal princess knight, she certainly has the type of body you'd want your wielder to have. And from the way she licks her lips, you expect the pair of you will be in sync on how to put all those goody two-shoes on the bottom. Not perfect, but you can work with this. Skip the slow burn corruption - which would have been enjoyable, but time consuming - and go straight for the fun parts where you conquer the land with unrelenting force.
She grasps your handle and pulls you from the pedestal. A mental link establishes between the two of you, and you answer her request with a: [Kay. Let's fuck up all the bitches.]
"Let's~"
>Let her take the lead for now. >Give her some ideas, playing the adviser. >Push her towards something you want to do through the power of your curse. >Assume direct control. Or, well, with how she is it would more be a [Synchronize] than that.
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AnonymousID:Rdb3qRI+05/17/26(Sun)20:19:03
>>6414319 >Let her take the lead for now. I'm in the passenger seat. Ask her if full frontal nudity is the new style of the times. It's hard to keep up with fashion when one is locked in a secret treasure vault.
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AnonymousID:lynzioFC05/17/26(Sun)20:22:24
>>6414319 >Let her take the lead for now. Best to get a handle on how this harlot does things.
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AnonymousID:PzhYY+EM05/17/26(Sun)20:22:57
>>6414319 >"...Oh. That's all you got up there?" >Give her some ideas, playing the adviser. >"Wwwoooooo... Bikini armor is a classic evil villainess wardrobe staple... wwooooooooo... Skulls can be used as both codpieces and pauldrons..."
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AnonymousID:0NEyW6EX05/17/26(Sun)20:24:17
>>6414319 + 1 to >>6414325 >>6414326 She knows something about current state of the world (hopefully). We don't.
[Wielder... wielder...] As the Dark Lady returns to the surface, still buck naked aside from her crimson cape, you try to plant a good idea in her mind. [Revealing armor is a staple for Dark Ladies to wear...! The more skin you reveal, the more evil you are...!]
"Your strength as a blade was rumored, Laevateinn, but the sages of destruction never spoke of your wisdom." She gives you a sly grin and a thumbs up. "Why do you think I'm wearing nothing but a cape? In this world, exposing yourself is a skin, and I have sworn to be the greatest of sinners."
[That is very good, but how can you lead others to sin if you expose everything from the get-go?]
"Explain," she demands, a spark of curiosity in her eyes.
[Nudity is exciting, and the Dark Lady's sublime beauty cannot be understated.] And isn't that the truth. A pretty face, a slim waist, a pair of large soft pillows that are the stuff of men's dreams - your wielder has a blessed physique. [However, do you know what is even more exciting than nudity alone? What will tempt men far more effectively than a naked bosom alone?]
"Tell me," your wielder demands, and you obey.
[The prospect of nudity.] You tell her. She is wise indeed, for her understanding dawns quickly. [An outfit that looks like it should fall off - but doesn't - tempts far more than forgoing clothes. Once the clothes has been removed, the sight is comforting and lovely. Dancing on the edge of decency and indecency, however... this way, your every motion will make those greedy eyes seek the moment everything spills out.]
"Understood. You are the Cursed Sword, and I am the Dark Lady. I shall wear whichever harness you prepare for me."
By the time she reaches the surface, she's no longer naked. The armor you prepare for her is far more titillating than nudity alone. It grows over her like a black and red chitin that pulses with malevolence, leaving her greatest assets all but exposed. It squishes and emphasizes her softness, and weaponizes her gifts against the lusts of mortal men. In short, the perfect armor for a Dark Lady.
"Splendid!" She seems to love the armor, which you suppose is a dream for an exhibitionist like her. "Absolutely splendid! Now, onward, towards..."
>Yon fishing village. >Yon farming town. >Yon crossing betwixt the train lines. >The tower of her witch companion. >Somewhere else?
>>6414393 starting out our dark conquest by destroying a church would be cool and it would let us find pure maidens to corrupt that said we need to know if nuns and priests would have the power to attack us directly via holy magic or something and if we should stay on the down low for a while first
The Convent of the Smiling Sun sits within a lonely valley none too far from the dungeon that birthed you. Simple and idyllic, it looks like something taken from the pages of a picture book. Floating constructs of stone and steel tend to the fields as the nuns spend their days in prayer and solitude. A whole dozen of them appear to have any training as warriors, barely men-at-arms, with a single lady knight protecting them.
Your wielder folds them all like laundry over the course of five minutes. The battle leaves her panting and sweaty, but not because of how much she had to exert herself.
"What's the deal with this, Laevateinn?" your wielder asks you once she comes down from the battle high. "That felt... it was as though my bloodlust and my lusts intermingled and became one... it was incredible..."
[I'm a cursed sword.] you explain. [That's the curse. A Dark Lady simply feels pleasure from swinging me around... had you a noble heart, every clash of swords would have sent you over the edge.]
"Damn," she says. All around her are the fallen women at arms, and nuns who tried to flee. The rest locked themselves in the inner chambers, when it became apparent that flight was death. Even the knight got pushed in there by her subordinates, to protect the rest. "Well, I guess I ought to deal with the corpses... I can break in to take out the rest at my leisure."
[Corpses...?] you ask. [You wound me. I'm not the sort of blade that kills women.]
You aren't a blade that kills, no. Especially beautiful women who would make nice subordinates to your host. Rather than cutting their bodies, you cut at their vital essence and replace it with your own, an act that overwhelms and corrupts the soul. One by one, the defeated women rise to their feet, crimson gems that look like a dragon's eye now embedded in their chests. Their old clothes fall to ash as black ooze set with veins of red covers their bodies like a second skin. The symbol of a sword now glows in all of their eyes, as one by one they kneel before your wielder.
"We are yours in body and soul, my liege," one of the women-at-arms, now your wielder's minion declares. "What would you have of us?"
>Have them swarm the doors and take the inner chambers. >Have them falsely declare victory over your wielder, and stab their comrades in the back. >Have them watch your wielder break through and finish her conquest of this place >Something else?
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AnonymousID:npvNnmKQ05/18/26(Mon)21:06:24
>>6414762 >Have them falsely declare victory over your wielder, and stab their comrades in the back.
Hehe
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AnonymousID:IsEXAq4H05/18/26(Mon)21:21:01
>>6414762 >put on a little show debase and degrade the minions in full view of their sisters, challenge the knight to a duel to "settle the matter", "avoid further humiliation" and forestall a costly (for them) storming of the inner chambers
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AnonymousID:fsxusdSA05/18/26(Mon)22:36:29
>>6414762 >Have them falsely declare victory over your wielder, and stab their comrades in the back. Ingenious as it is devious.
"Get your sisters to open the gates," your wielder commands her newfound minions with a natural poise, as though she were born for such a role. "I care not how you do it, claim victory over my person, or that I had finally fled and you are the ragged survivors. Once the sanctum is open for you, our victory shall be assured."
It does not take long.
The commander of sisters-at-arms announce a hard won victory against your wielder and the need to tend to the wounded in the holy sanctum. A cheer can be heard from within that place, whose doors bar passage to evil, and would leave your wielder weak had she tried to force her way inside. The doors open outward, the Lady Knight pushing them open to welcome her comrades.
Instead she finds herself greeting your wielder's dark magics, a power that you had not lent her. An incantation that prepared as her minions went about their plotting, holding the last line of the Aria until the Lady Knight showed her face.
"[Severance of the Will]" the Dark Lady intoned, and a lance of dark energy leapt from her fingers, striking the Lady Knight upon the breast.
She crumpled like a puppet whose strings were cut.
Then, well, the fleshlings celebrated their triumph as fleshlings often do. Your wielder cut down the remaining nuns as their former comrades held them for her, allowing you to inject your magics into them and make them her loyal swords. Then she picked the virgins from those with experience and one by one despoiled them upon the sanctum's altar with a sword of her own that she grew through her magics. Stained by maiden's blood and something foul and black that dribbled out with it, the divine protections of the sanctum faded.
"And now to christen it anew with the fall of one of their champions~" Your wielder truly enjoyed her work, though it was hours long and seemed rather laborious. She stripped the Lady Knight of her armor and her dignity, taking her in all sorts of ways upon the altar until a malevolent shadow fell upon it. "The Dark Gods are pleased. It is done."
Then, with a brutal motion she punched the brand upon the Lady Knight's gut, and the poor woman vomited out a blue jewel. Your wielder picked it up and inspected it with a smile. "Oho, what a dutiful woman, that her soul shines with such a splendid blue. I hope she was screaming on the inside... Laevateinn, make a puppet of her body, will you~?"
[Of course, my Lady.]
Forces: 1 Dark Lady, 1 Fallen Knight, 50 Minions
>Prioritize making more forces >Prioritize taking out nearby strongholds >Prioritize gathering allies to the cause >(Write In)
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AnonymousID:npvNnmKQ05/19/26(Tue)18:20:50
>>6415154 >Prioritize taking out nearby strongholds
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AnonymousID:Rdb3qRI+05/19/26(Tue)22:07:24
>>6415154 >Prioritize taking out nearby strongholds We need a pervert fortress.
Your Dark Lady spends a bit of time defiling all the holy relics, tainting them with magics and depravities that are between her and the Fallen Knight in her service.
"I was going to spend some time waiting for my allies to catch up and gather our strength, but your power changes that calculus, Laevateinn," your wielder declares. The minions you made for her are all lined up, the skintight uniforms of corruption quite fetching on them all. "We've strength enough now to crush the outposts in this land and blind our enemy to our actions."
[Sweet. Let's fuck up all the bitches.]
She wears the soul of the Fallen Knight on a pendant around her neck when she departs from the convent with her forces. You can hear the woman weeping at what has become of her body and her comrades - it is a rather musical sound that you cannot help but enjoy.
The nearest stronghold is a lone tower-castle that sits atop the side of a cliff, overlooking the nearby valley. It is merciful that your wielder did not set aflame to the convent or any of its outlying structures, otherwise the tower might have sent riders to investigate. What few scouts you find are men, whom don't really interest you that much, so your blade cleaves them in twain rather than converts them into minions.
They probably know something is coming, by the time you arrive, but they won't know what.
>Take the tower during the night >Rush the tower during the day >Enact a prolonged siege to starve them out >Convince the leader to engage in single combat >Something else?
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AnonymousID:Rdb3qRI+05/20/26(Wed)00:44:03
>>6415368 >Take the tower during the night Use the power of (corrupted) nuns to trick and/or seduce the guards and gain entry. After that it will be easy peasy to take the whole tower.
Similar plan to >>6415370 but without waiting. If we plan to "blind our enemy to our actions", we should commit to it, speed and decisive action. Casualties don't matter, we can always make more minions, gather more allies. Don't give the enemy time to discover the fallen monastery, or us.
"We wait until night falls," your wielder declares to her forces. "Until then, we'll hideout here... and if any of the guards drop by on patrol, you know what to do with him, ladies."
The newest additions to your wielder's forces giggle with malicious intent.
Happy circumstance found her the new owner of an inn, previously run by a delicious looking cougar in her mid forties and her six naturally born daughters - the youngest of whom was twenty one. It should be no surprise that none of them had their maidenhood intact, as the inn primarily served as a place where the soldiers who manned the tower and the hard working bachelors of the valley could come to relax. And by relax, you mean receive some special service from the innkeeper or her daughters, whom were all unofficial but prolific practitioners of the world's oldest profession.
The parts of their personality that drew them towards such a sordid side-gig survived getting their hearts pierced by your blade and their souls corrupted by your essence. The daughters became Succubi with seductive powers on par with the nuns-turned-minions martial prowess. The mother became a Succubus Matron on par with the Fallen Knight, whose utterance of "ara-ara" would turn all but the most stout of heart or homosexual male into her plaything.
As the day turns to night, guards begin to show up at the inn in groups of two or three, only to get immediately charmed and devoured by the succubi and their matron. One of them, a shift captain, manages to resist until the Matron turns her charms up and grants him a "gift" that turns him into putty in her hands.
[I'm surprised they're not husks,] you comment at the soul-less bodies that the Succubi now command as their puppets. The sisters and their mothers are rather generous, letting the nuns and fallen knight play with them as well. [Given how they all lost their souls...]
"Succubi need their protectors to remain stout of arm," your wielder explains. "Withering them into a husk would be counterproductive. Now... our forces swell once more, let us take the watchtower!"
It falls pathetically in the night.
It does not even take the word of the Matron to charm the gates open, and when your forces slip inside there's hardly anything the guards can do against them. The succubi turn up their charms, and your minions proceed to happily tired all the charmed men out until "gifts" can be given that make them the succubi's slaves. Even the commander cannot win against them.
The scribe could, because she was a woman pretending to be a man. Unfortunately for her, she wasn't quick enough to send out a raven calling for aid. The minions put her down, putting her at your wielder's mercy.
>Stab her through and make her a new sort of sword-minion >Let the Dark Lady do with her what she would. >Encourage the Dark Lady to simply bind her and make her watch the coming conquest. >Something else
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AnonymousID:sPW0GpEC05/20/26(Wed)22:14:53
>>6415911 >Stab her through and make her a new sort of sword-minion We need clerks. Someone to do all the boring paperwork in place of our Lady (and who consequently will not get laid due to said paperwork). We can't create a new world without paper-pushers after all.
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AnonymousID:DXU6loOl05/20/26(Wed)22:17:39
>>6415911 >Stab her through and make her a new sort of sword-minion
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AnonymousID:npvNnmKQ05/20/26(Wed)22:20:01
>>6415911 >Encourage the Dark Lady to simply bind her and make her watch the coming conquest.
She'll come around to our way of things in her own time. But yes, better to use her as a clerk than as just another sword hand. Evil needs an efficient bureaucracy to get things done on time.
"You can do whatever you want with my body," the clerk declares, eyeing the other sword your wielder openly carries at this stage of the battle. "But you'll never have my heart."
[That can be arranged.] You tell your wielder. [Just pierce her through with me.]
With a cruel smirk, your wielder does just that, growling: "We'll see."
Naturally, your essence pours into her and corrupts her soul into another lurid minion for your wielder to control. Rather than a sword arm or a seductress, this one becomes an administration unit on par with the Fallen Knight and Succubus Matron. She still gets the sexy skintight symbiotic bodysuit that all the other minions get, but where the Fallen Knight gets armor and the Succubi show off more skin, she gets the hat of a bureaucrat that plugs straight into her brain and enhances her intellect.
"Well that was a lie, my lady," the newly christened Infernal Administratrix admits, somewhat bashfully. "You have my body, heart, and soul. Do with them what you will."
Your wielder does. She enjoys her new conquests throughout the night - the Fallen Knight and Administratrix both - while the succubi and the minions play with the new Slave Soldiers that have joined her army. Come the dawn, the tower has turned into a den of depravity, and the soldiers who arrive to relieve their brothers in arms are quickly turned as well.
>Fortify this position and wait for allies. >Sweep into the vale and take the village for more minions >Attack the next major fortification before word of your conquest spreads >Something else
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AnonymousID:npvNnmKQ05/21/26(Thu)03:16:04
>>6416016 >Attack the next major fortification before word of your conquest spreads
Take the major hardpoints first. When we encounter resistance, we can head back and sweep up all the undefended places we haven't corrupted yet for a boost to our forces.
Hopefully we can work our way up to a princess.
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AnonymousID:G8pQHzx005/21/26(Thu)06:19:20
>>6416022 how about leaving a small force at the tower (10x minions, 10x Slave Soldiers, 2x Succubus, 1x Administratrix)?
The soldiers can guard the tower while the minions and succubi corrupt the village. Once that's done the whores can rejoin the main force while the administratrix can act as a steward, direct the village into expanding fortifications, have the soldiers train more soldiers and attempt to contact our ally.
If we leave the tower unoccupied someone will just walk in, I think.