Chapter 16
Chapter 16
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 16
Chapter Title: Pledging Loyalty to the Vampire Princess (1)
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Human nature—what a rotten thing to call it.
When others experience good fortune, we envy and resent them.
When good fortune comes our way, we want to hoard it all for ourselves.
When misfortune befalls others, we hope it doesn't come knocking at our door.
And when misfortune strikes us? We can't bear the thought of suffering alone.
Of course, we label people with such twisted mindsets as "vile."
In a group of ten humans, maybe five harbor those thoughts.
And among those five, one might even act on that "I won't suffer alone" impulse.
That's exactly what's happening now.
"Dalia. Do you want to test Eris's faith?"
"Yes."
Dalia, having washed all the blood off in the shower room, now stood before me in a standard prisoner uniform—brand new—from the trainer's room supplies.
"Isn't that part of the role given to me?"
"Not exactly."
Dalia might want it that way, but from my perspective, it was a different story.
"Eris's pussy is just subpar, but whether she'll fall due to her faith is still unclear."
"......"
"You seem eager to test Eris's faith, but do we really need to use the same methods on her that we did on you? No, we don't."
There are methods tailored for priestesses.
And separate methods for female knights.
"So what, then? Since you got gang-raped by a bunch of men, Eris needs to get gang-raped too?"
"That's..."
Probably this angle hits harder.
"She's already been raped by me."
"......I see."
Dalia's dissatisfaction eased a bit.
She seemed to feel a slight sense of camaraderie just from knowing Eris had been "raped."
Good.
'She didn't see how Eris got raped.'
Humans judge others based on their own experiences.
Since I simply said I "raped" her, Dalia assumes Eris went through something like her own prison ordeal.
'It was rape, technically.'
I gave her a blowjob, minimized the pain of her virgin pussy, and even added foreplay to ensure she only felt pleasure—but yeah, it was rape.
Even if it was sweet, modern lovemaking with a beloved partner, I cuffed her to the trainer's room bed and shoved my dick in, so rape it is.
'Gotta keep that under wraps.'
If I described how Eris was raped, Dalia might flip out.
She could get jealous as a woman: You treated me like that, but her like this?
Not about fondness for me, but unequal treatment.
I could argue it's natural since Eris was a virgin, but—
'What a trainer needs is demons corrupted into demonkind, not virgin pussies.'
Right now, Dalia holds more value than Eris.
If asked which benefits my "survival" more, it's Dalia without a doubt.
'No idea what the Vampire Princess thinks, but as immediate, tangible results go, Dalia's the useful one.'
A woman reborn as a vampire after being non-virgin and gang-raped.
Versus one who lost her virginity to a trainer but isn't demonkind yet.
"Will you turn Eris into demonkind?"
"No reason not to."
"That's why I'm offering to help."
"How?"
"......"
Whispering softly.
Dalia made her proposal.
It was, to me, somewhat absurd—
"You."
"......"
"Are you doing this because you want to fuck me?"
"That could be a method too."
Dalia said it without a flicker of expression.
"To be honest, to prove my faith, I need to keep surviving, right?"
"So you're offering to suck my dick?"
"I'd love to bite it off, but that would end my duty of punishing traitors."
Dalia was hoping.
"Rape me. And use it to blackmail Eris."
"Threaten that if she doesn't become demonkind willingly, you'll vivisect Dalia? Something like that?"
She wanted to test another woman's faith by using her own body as bait.
"Aren't you curious? Whether she'll abandon her goddess to save a comrade. Or let a former comrade be vivisected to uphold her faith."
"......"
The proposal was intriguing, for sure.
But—
"It's not because I took Eris's virginity, but your idea is too extreme."
Forcing an either/or on Eris right now felt like... why bother?
"Instead, next time we capture female prisoners, we'll try your method then."
"Hmm..."
"Or what, you just want to fuck me? Be honest, and I might even give it to you."
"Hmph."
Dalia scowled.
I've tossed casual "wanna try it?" lines before, but she neither affirms nor denies.
'I'll watch and wait.'
Once the Succubus Secretary arrives, I can handle her separately anyway.
No need to lump the two together.
I already had one plan in mind.
'Two-track strategy.'
Virgins with virgins.
Non-virgins with non-virgins.
Virgins would eventually get fucked by me and become non-virgins anyway, but women who became non-virgins through me versus those who started that way? Totally different stories.
"For now—"
Creeeak.
The door opened.
I prepared to greet the Succubus Secretary leisurely—
"......?"
Right in front of me.
"......Huh?"
"Trainer."
The white-haired, red-eyed woman—the Vampire Princess—appeared.
Dressed in a black gown fit for a funeral, she glanced at me before turning her head to scan Dalia up and down.
"........."
"......!!"
"Kneel."
With that single glance, Dalia dropped to her knees.
"Ah, guh, urgh...!"
Her body trembled violently, sweat poured down, and her nails dug into her thighs.
"Impressive results. So, even as a vampire, her faith in the goddess remains intact?"
"Guh, urk, urgh...!"
Dalia writhed in agony.
As if her guts, her heart, were gripped in a magical vise and squeezed.
"From the moment you became a vampire, you are bound to obey my commands. That's the fate of a vampire reborn from the blood of the progenitor."
As expected.
'Demons corrupted through training are all absolutely subservient to the Vampire Princess, huh.'
I'd anticipated it.
My role is training and corruption—not operational control.
It stung a little, bittersweet even, that my first success had become an entity obeying the Vampire Princess's orders outright.
But—
'Don't think like that.'
Dalia was human, yes—but also a tool, a minion.
What matters is my survival.
"Trainer."
"Y-Yes!"
"Do you desire this woman?"
The Vampire Princess placed a hand on Dalia's head and turned her gaze to me.
"Since you turned her into a vampire, are you about to claim her as yours?"
"Th-That's—"
"Oh?"
The Vampire Princess approached me.
"Really?"
"I-I beseech you."
Death loomed.
The red hand clutching my throat was formed of mana yet possessed physical force, slowly digging into my neck.
The moment the Vampire Princess gripped and squeezed—
My neck would snap.
Even if I regressed, the outcome would be the same.
Instinct as an adventurer, as a human, as prey.
I couldn't survive whatever this woman did to me.
Not physically.
So, naturally, another method was called for.
"If the first corrupted one—urk—can serve as the foundation for new corruptions...!"
"Continue."
The grip loosened slightly.
'Got her hooked.'
The Vampire Princess stared impassively, but her focused gaze meant she was interested in our conversation.
"This woman, even as demonkind, hasn't abandoned her faith in the goddess."
"Hm."
"And even as demonkind, she desires to punish those who forsake the goddess."
"And so?"
"If I may humbly suggest, why not use this woman as an 'executioner' for executing prisoners?"
"An executioner."
The Vampire Princess toyed with her lips using her index finger.
"How do you plan to execute them?"
"Those who forsake the goddess will be executed in your manner, Master. Though for now, to sate her rage, we bludgeoned one with a mace—but those we 'judge' worthy of death should have their hearts ripped out, their blood used for the legion."
"Judge?"
She asked.
I'd emphasized it deliberately, and she caught the nuance right away.
"Yes. Using the method that corrupted this woman to mass-produce second, third corruptions."
"Hmm..."
"With a verified method at hand, apply it to other prisoners to corrupt them."
"What success rate do you anticipate?"
Jackpot.
"Success rate" had slipped from the Vampire Princess's lips.
"It depends on the prisoner."
"...I want precise figures."
Ah.
This woman's a science type.
"Statistics, you mean? Then allow me to prepare samples for direct statistical analysis."
"Samples."
"There were four female prisoners. We succeeded in corrupting one through training—an extreme 25%."
"......"
"But this woman."
I slowly approached Dalia and placed both hands on her shoulders.
"If we replicate the experiment on priestesses like Dalia's case, even if only one in ten corrupts like her, that's a 10% success rate, isn't it?"
"You're proposing experiments through your training?"
"Yes."
I gripped Dalia tightly.
"And I will establish theoretical custom training methods tailored to each prisoner's case."
"......"
"In the manner you desire, Master."
One thing.
"Until the day 99% of humanity falls."
From the moment the Vampire Princess entered, I'd sensed one truth.
"I shall serve for Master."
She'd asserted her dominance over me and Dalia as the superior.
But—
'She has no intent to kill.'
If she did, her eyes wouldn't look like that.
"...Intriguing."
The Vampire Princess.
"Trainer. What is your name?"
Curled her lips into a smirk.
"This lowly one."
My name.
"Whatever Master calls me becomes my name, but I call myself 'Azazel.'"
"Is that so."
The Vampire Princess snapped her fingers.
"Then."
Red mana instantly formed a chair; she sat, crossing her legs.
"Trainer Azazel. I shall test how loyally you serve me and confirm your sincerity."
Swish.
Her shoe dropped to the floor.
"Trainer Azazel."
At the same time, a flawless, alabaster foot extended forward.
"Kneel."
"......!"
Not a vampire, yet I couldn't help but drop to my knees at her command.
An order?
No—something had bewitched me.
"And."
Toward the foot she proffered.
"Kiss my foot to prove your loyalty."
For reference.
In this world, kissing feet is the ultimate act of a slave's submission to their master.
"Master."
But.
"Will a mere kiss suffice?"
I stuck out my tongue.