Chapter 10
Chapter 10
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 10
Chapter Title: Obtaining the Strongest Weapon Through Death (1)
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As an adventurer mingling with the prostitutes, I often got asked a few questions by them.
-Oppa, how are you so good at sex?
I was just doing what came naturally, but to them, I was some kind of sex expert.
How did I know?
-Can't you just go all day today? I already talked to the manager.
-You call her manager?
-Ugh, come on...
If a prostitute wants to sleep with me so bad she's been holding off for days and clearing her schedule, that says it all.
It's not like other guys can't have sex.
I once joined an adventurer party that was into orgies for a bit, and I saw them at it—they definitely weren't bad.
But how to put it.
Their style was overwhelmingly masculine, all about scratching that itch, macho pounding that dominated everything.
Once these girls got a taste of modern-style sex, romantic and different from that macho stuff, how could they go back without their eyes spinning?
In other words, blowjobs, foreplay, focusing on her pleasure over your own— that kind of thing is fringe here.
Mainstream is just shoving your dick in, thrusting hard, and blowing your load, treating the woman like a living onahole.
Married couples might be different, but for one-night stands, it's all about the guy chasing his own pleasure.
So macho is the default here.
But even in this world's mainstream, what I'm doing right now isn't normal.
Using aphrodisiacs is macho sex at best—basically rape, honestly—
"Ahh, hah, haaah...!"
But getting a woman so lost in ecstasy she's on the verge of death? Definitely not mainstream.
"Feels like you're gonna die, right? Huh? No need to answer. Your pussy's speaking loud and clear."
The Female Thief can't speak.
All that comes out is moans soaked in pleasure.
"Your eyes are totally rolled back. Where'd that girl go who was squirming and trying to escape just minutes ago?"
"Heh, hehng, heuuht...!"
The Female Thief's eyes glaze over.
Her mouth goes slack, her mind unravels.
"Dick... dick...!"
Her head fills with nothing but craving for pleasure.
Her pussy clenches tight around the cock already buried deep, begging for more intense bliss.
"Euhht, hheehht...!"
A chuckle escapes her.
It's like she realizes her reason's breaking, mocking herself for chasing instinct over everything else.
"Hehng, wha-what am I... doing right now..."
But even as reason flickers back for a moment.
Lick.
"!!"
I lean down and lick her stiff, peaked nipple, and her back arches like a bow.
"Haaauht!!"
Fine tremors ripple from her arched belly.
With the aphrodisiac making her lower half burn, hitting her erogenous zones amps the pleasure even higher.
"Yeah, feels like heaven, doesn't it?"
I slide the hand gripping her breast up along her collarbone to seize her throat.
"Want more sex, or should we stop?"
"Ah, aaah..."
The Female Thief can't answer.
But her body's telling me everything.
Squeeze.
Her hands are bound, but her legs have some freedom.
One leg wraps around my back, pulling me in—think she wants to stop?
"Hey."
I gently grip her throat with both hands.
"Betray humanity, become a demon servant, and you'll get pleasure even greater than this."
"......!!"
I apply the lightest pressure, and focus sharpens in her hazy eyes.
"Betray humanity, swear loyalty to our princess. I'll give you stronger pleasure than this."
"Ah, kahk, haaak...!"
Is the choking pain snapping her out of it?
No.
I'm holding her throat like a delicate doll, careful as can be.
Yet her aphrodisiac-soaked mind clears bit by bit. Must be the mental shock outweighing the pleasure.
"Wha-what...?"
The Female Thief's words return.
"You... fuck...!"
Anger, shock, fear, disgust flood her eyes.
Clear hostility toward me, mixed with self-loathing for getting lost in pleasure moments ago.
"You...!"
She bites her lip and thrashes, but the magic cuffs hold firm.
"Why? Because getting fucked by a traitor to humanity makes you wanna die? Humiliating?"
"Trai-tor...! How dare you wear human skin...!"
"Wanna die then?"
She flinches at my words.
"Betray humanity and live, or nobly sacrifice for your precious humankind?"
"......."
Betraying humanity.
Siding with demons.
Even through the haze of losing her mind to the aphrodisiac, that's common sense here—makes her snap awake.
Sentiment I can't grasp.
She was raised believing demons are the enemy from birth, but this world isn't mine. My judgments differ.
Life matters most.
I know from dying.
"If you don't say it before I cum, I'll just kill you."
"......Kh, kheuk?!"
I tighten my grip on her throat.
At the same time, I roll my hips gently.
Not pounding away.
Caressing her insides, pressing the tip against her folds, teasing her depths.
"How's that? I can give you even stronger pleasure. Who knows? You might get over a hundred times your current assets as reward."
"Kr, kahk, haak...!"
"Just changes who you kill. You've slaughtered demons in dungeons before—now it's humans. Or don't kill, just enslave them as 'demon slaves.'"
"Uh, uuuh...!"
"Or yeah, that works too."
I lift my torso and thrust deep inside.
"How about getting pregnant with the child of a slave trainer who betrayed humanity for demons?"
"Wha-what...?!"
"Think I'll just let you eat, sleep, and squirt? Gotta be productive. Pump one out every ten months."
"Ah, aaaah..."
Terror overtakes the Female Thief's face.
"Y-You demon...!!"
"Demon? Maybe."
Still human.
Wearing human skin, acting demonic, but human for now.
"Want that? Huh?"
"N-Nooo!!"
"It's fine. After you pop the kid out, demons raise it. From infancy, trained as a demon hero to kill humans."
"......!!"
"If that's no good, cooperating nicely seems best."
I reach for her belly.
"You've got three choices. One: become a human hero factory for demons. Two: no pregnancy, just serve demons and live in luxury."
I rub above her womb tattoo with index and middle fingers.
Her mind's clear from shock, but pleasure surges from below, eroding reason.
"Last one."
I reach for her throat again, gripping lightly.
"Die by my hand."
"......!!"
Heart attack from ecstasy, or choke out in agony.
"Won't hurt, at least. From now on, all your pain turns to pleasure. Right?"
I glance at the Succubus Secretary. She sighs and reaches for the womb tattoo.
"Merciful one."
"If you're dying, might as well go out feeling good, yeah?"
"Ah, aaaah...!!"
The Female Thief screams.
"I'll curse you! The goddess won't forgive! You're not even human!!"
"I am human."
I spit at her as she hurls curses.
"That's why I'm doing this—to survive."
I squeeze her throat.
Her face reddens, the womb tattoo shifts from pink to deep crimson.
"Our ways of surviving just differ."
"Kr, kaat, heuht...!"
"Secretary. Pain-to-pleasure on me too?"
"Pardon?"
"Pussy's squeezing too hard. Feels like it'll burst. Turn it to pleasure. And first..."
With that,
"Injecting baby batter into the hero factory."
Splurt.
"Ah, aaaah...?!"
"Kuhuhu..."
I creampie her deep inside.
"N-No...! No!! I, aaak...!"
"Why? Ovulating? Damn, you might knock up tonight."
"Ah, aaaah... Aaaah...!"
She shakes her head wildly.
But thanks to the Succubus Secretary's sex magic, pain turns to pleasure—we both cry and laugh.
"Whew. Secretary."
"Yes, Trainer."
"Go get that Female Priest over there."
"Pardon?"
"This one's useless."
I pat the Female Thief's cheek and pull out.
"Persuade a despairing one against humans. This bitch? Just kill her."
"Kill her...?"
"Oh. For one last thrill, can you unlock these cuffs?"
"The cuffs..."
"It's fine. She won't kill me."
She might.
"Got the key?"
"...It's a code. 8925. Press that button."
"Got it. Hurry and fetch her. I'll send this one to her goddess in the meantime."
"......Understood."
The Succubus Secretary tilts her head, hesitates at the door, but leaves under my gaze.
"Whew."
Post-nut clarity fades, time's passed.
"Hey."
I reach for her cuffs, dialing the code she gave.
"You, your tits were just—"
Thwack—
A brutal impact slams my gut.
No.
Lower, toward my cock—pain, no, pleasure surges.
Thud, thump.
I topple sideways, something crashes into my head.
"Die! Die, you traitor to humanity!!"
She wields the freed cuffs like brass knuckles, pummeling my face.
I can't move—strength gone—so she grabs my throat with her free hand.
"Die, you scum!! Vermin like you...!!"
"Kr, kruhk...!"
Suddenly, roles reversed.
But.
'I believe in the possibility.'
Death's pain will become pleasure, leading to a new timeline.
'Die, or gain a weapon more valuable than anything.'
If.
My gamble pays off, it'll top any lottery.
But if I die here—
'Fuck it.'
I'm all in, beast mode.
If this death gamble succeeds, I'll never fear death again.
To live, I die now.
"You... you..."
I resist till the end.
Let her kill me before the secretary returns.
"Traitor to humanity—!"
Squeeze.
The world whites out. Amid alien ecstasy unlike orgasm, I lose consciousness.
And.
"......."
In thick post-nut haze, I awaken.
"......."
Where's my dick buried?
Not the Female Thief, but the Female Knight lying straight on the bed.
The Female Thief who killed me with the cuffs—
"Ha."
Bound in cuffs, watching me warily.
The prison burns before my eyes.
So this moment is.
'Second time.'
The moment after I first realized regression and creampied the Female Knight.
"Secretary."
"Yes, Trainer."
"Kill that non-virgin."
Got the info. Time to die.
"Pleasure or whatever—execute her."
Vaginal creampie regression.
If only virgins work, no need to spare non-virgins.