Chapter 2
Chapter 2
-----------------------------------------------------------------
Translator: uly
Chapter: 2
Chapter Title: No Longer Human? Rape Demon Approved (1)
-----------------------------------------------------------------
There are no previous-life cheats.
I possess only the memories of being an Earthling reincarnated here.
No mana to speak of, just a touch of manual dexterity.
And now, someone like me has become a member of the Demon King's army.
"Pleased to meet you, provisional trainer. I am your temporary adjutant."
No.
It's not that I became one.
"Human. You have not yet officially become a slave trainer."
In front of me, a red-haired female demon dressed in a black-and-white butler suit akin to formal attire speaks to me.
Tiny bat wings attached to her head.
Enormous demon wings flapping grandly behind her back.
And the characteristically long, slender tail of a demon.
Setting those features aside, she could pass for nothing more than a stunning beauty cosplaying as a succubus or demon—indistinguishable from a human otherwise.
"Your current status is that of one human prisoner among those captured by our legion. Our investigation reveals you possess neither the means nor family to pay the ransom for your release."
"......."
"Die, or serve our legion. Gloriously, the Vampire Princess has granted you the opportunity to vie for the position of 'slave trainer'."
The demon woman continued in a deferential posture.
"I am the administrative officer assigned to oversee you. Should you rise to slave trainer, I shall become your secretary."
"And if I fail to become an official slave trainer...?"
"In that case."
The demon woman bared her sharp fangs as she gestured around the room.
"What do you see in this room?"
"...Luxurious furnishings incomparable to even a prison cell."
At present, I had been escorted not to a cell, but to another room entirely.
"What do you suppose this room is?"
"The slave trainer's... private quarters."
"Correct. Become an official slave trainer, and this room shall be yours. Fail, and..."
Heh.
"You croak, got it? Human?"
"......."
Her vertically slit pupils gleamed with razor sharpness as the demon secretary curled her lips in a sinister smirk.
As if she might sink those very fangs she's flashing straight into my throat and tear it out.
"Ahem. Consider this merely a warning for failure. A human who becomes a slave trainer is one we can serve as a superior, but failing even this bare-minimum trial... well, trash must be disposed of."
"......."
"So even should you become a slave trainer, please forgive my current rudeness. It's just procedure."
Her words carried barbs.
The nuance was that she treated me—still not an official slave trainer—with such courtesy out of expectation for my success.
In other words, should I fail, that courtesy would invert entirely, and she'd rip into my neck.
"She who commands our Vampire Legion and is my true master, the 'Vampire Princess', holds great expectations for you, provisional trainer."
"Expectations... for me?"
"Indeed. Otherwise, she would never entrust a human with slave training."
"......."
I casually scanned the room.
The most striking feature was undoubtedly the bed—vast enough that even luxury hotels rarely boasted one so immense.
"The previous slave trainer was an orc."
Had she read my thoughts from my gaze?
The Succubus Secretary spread her arms wide, indicating the bed whose edges her reach couldn't bridge.
"Goblins, orcs, trolls, ogres, cyclopes... countless slave trainers have come before, yet never has a 'human' filled the role. Do you know why?"
"Because they must deal with fellow humans."
The subjects of training are humans.
Humans to be tortured, defiled, and at times hacked apart with blades in a frenzy.
"By any chance, do you feel burdened at the prospect of doing such things to humans?"
Had I phrased the question wrongly?
The Succubus Secretary's expression darkened coldly.
"Because you must rape human prisoners without restraint?"
"That's not particularly burdensome..."
"......?"
The Succubus Secretary tilted her head quizzically.
If anything, I was the one itching to turn the question back on her.
"Raping humans or the like—no big deal, it seems. Is there something you find troubling?"
"Are you not ashamed to become a subordinate of the Demon King's army merely to survive?"
"......What, over something like that?"
Ah.
I understood.
"Humans lick each other's boots to survive—so where's the reason they couldn't lick a demon's feet?"
"......Hmm."
Employer be damned—if they're keeping me alive, fed, and housed in digs like these, what's to complain about?
Especially with my life hanging in the balance.
When weighing my survival against 'raping fellow human women' on the scale, I'm not the sort of sweet soul who leaps off yelling 'For those women, I'll choose death!'
"Understood. If you're truly confident, you'll prove it in the field. Tonight, I'll rape the first prisoner on the spot. Have everything ready by then."
"One question."
"What now? If it's prisoner details..."
"Why sex, of all things?"
"......."
Even by the intel I'd gathered as a mercenary, this was highly unusual.
"Succeed in training him through sex, and humans will stake he's lives fighting for the Demon King's army?"
"I figured you'd learn naturally upon success, but..."
The Succubus Secretary spoke as if granting a rare favor.
"Only corruption through sex can degrade a human into a true demon."
"......."
A secret of the dungeons unknown to mercenaries—or unreachable by mere porters—and a fundamental law of the world.
"A human not born a demon can fall into demonhood solely through pure disqualification as a human, via sex."
Late afternoon.
Vampire Legion inner reception room.
[You made a human a slave trainer? Are you quite sane?]
From within the black robe, a fleshless skull clattered its jawbone inquiringly.
[Impossible. No—he'll fail. Just like all the countless others.]
"Who knows."
The white-haired, red-eyed woman—the Vampire Princess—shook her head at the black skull's words.
"Failure is overwhelmingly likely, but success would yield benefits beyond words."
[No human has ever succeeded thus far. Many have tried. Even I.]
The black skull shook its head vigorously.
[Humans are humans in the end. Their arms bend inward. No matter how cruel, they won't cross that line.]
"......."
[Some flailed to survive as demon slaves, torturing and brutally slaying their own kin. Naturally, some tried training via rape. But even they merely extracted information at best—none induced true demonic corruption.]
The black skull jabbed a bony finger at the center of its robe.
[You think a human woman would say, 'I'll fall to a demon for trainer's cock!!!'?]
"Why? Worried it might actually happen?"
[You...]
"Worry not. I harbor no designs against your legion."
The Vampire Princess propped her chin on her hand, reclining in her chair.
"This concerns not only bolstering the Demon King's army, but the revival of our bloodline as well."
[Feels like I'm overhearing what I shouldn't.]
"Which is why you won't go blabbing about it."
The Vampire Princess pressed a slender finger to her lips.
"I intend to sever ties with the council's old fogeys. Unlike my sisters, I'll forge a new 'bloodline' as the Demon King's army's vampire clan."
[......!!]
The black skull flinched at the Vampire Princess's words.
[Betraying your clan?]
"Not betrayal. Creating a new vampire lineage separate from the clan."
[Thus, you're gunning for the new Vampire Queen throne? Abandoning what you and the seven princesses all covet, just to shove the entire clan into the Demon King's army?]
"No. As I said—I'll create a new bloodline."
The Vampire Princess tapped the table with faint irritation in her voice.
"The current clan is nothing but cowards. Save for me, directly under the Demon King as a cadre, he're all rear-line rot: blood clots ripping deer throats and guzzling the blood from glasses at parties."
[Turning human women into vampires, then?]
"No easy feat, but worth attempting."
The Vampire Princess tugged her lips to bare her fangs.
"If they're not making vampires of their own volition, the only recourse is forcing the increase."
[......Heh heh.]
The black skull chuckled lowly.
[Least fitting your epithet, by far. The Eternal Night's Virgin safeguarding her own chastity, yet multiplying her kin and retainers through sex of all things.]
"But precisely for that reason, my virginity shall shine all the brighter."
[True enough. Your chastity is the very wellspring of your power. ...That said, no worries?]
"About what?"
[That human—you say he's skilled at sex?]
The black skull swept its hand up and down suggestively.
[What if you succumb to that human's cock? End up conquered yourself, bloodline be damned?]
"Ha!"
The Vampire Princess scoffed through her nose.
"Me, felled by a human cock? Don't make me laugh."
[Sound like a joke to you?]
"No joke—a curse. Who am I? A pure-blooded progenitor vampire, heir to blood from time immemorial. My strength earned me a seat among the 4 Great Cadres of the Demon King Army."
The Vampire Princess flicked her white locks with a derisive snort.
"No way I'd fall to some rag-rapist plunging his dick into woman after woman—or a cock-slave thrusting desperately to survive."
[.......]
The black skull shrugged silently.
[Well, if you say so.]
"It's not 'if you say so'..."
[More to the point—one thing I'm dying to know.]
The black skull leaned in, voice dropping low.
[How good at sex must he be, for you to hire a human fit only for execution and vampire bat fodder as a trainer?]