Chapter 22
Chapter 22
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 22
Chapter Title: Ways to Acquire New Prisoners (5)
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About a week had passed since the adventurer group known as the "Jake Party"—registered at the guild—went missing.
"Countess."
Bzzz.
In the training grounds, a lone woman swung her sword.
"Countess."
The young butler approached with a report tucked under his arm, but she was clad in light training gear, wielding a sharp iron blade.
A blonde beauty with green eyes.
Though tall enough to match most men, what stood out most was her ample bosom, even more prominent in her revealing attire.
Above all, her appearance made it impossible to believe she was in her late thirties.
She looked no older than her late—or even mid—twenties, a point always mentioned first when discussing Countess Albathea.
A woman who had become a countess despite her gender.
Right now, she was diligently honing her swordsmanship.
As if scrubbing away the rust from a blade long set aside and reforging it into something razor-sharp.
"......Jackson."
"Yes, family head."
Countess Albathea slowly opened her mouth.
"The Demon King's army has four legions, each with its own distinct nature."
"Yes."
"The Magic Beast Legion devours humans like beasts, the Necromancer Corps incinerates their flesh to leave nothing but bones for skeletons. The Demon Legion turns humans into slaves."
Clank.
"And the Vampire Legion..."
"Uses humans as blood bags."
"Right. Those vile creatures that can't survive without human blood—she've captured our Eris."
Countess Albathea sheathed her sword and extended her hand to Butler Jackson.
"Is this the report compiled by Baron Gilbert?"
"Yes. The advance team was wiped out, but fortunately, one barely survived."
"Survived. From the Vampire Legion?"
"Yes. He said an ancient vampire appeared."
"......!"
For a moment, flames sparked in Countess Albathea's eyes.
"An ancient vampire..."
"Yes. He toyed with the investigation team single-handedly, killing and subduing them at will, then let one survivor go."
"......."
"The mocking words he muttered to himself were relayed as the survivor's dying message. The man was already wounded in the gut, but he passed on this information before passing."
"So this is it."
Countess Albathea took the paper from Butler Jackson and scanned its contents.
"Cut off men's limbs to use as blood bags, impregnate women to mass-produce demons...?"
"It's meant as an insult. Demons can't possibly impregnate humans..."
Butler Jackson avoided naming anyone directly, but among the women targeted by those degrading words was the countess's sole blood relative.
"No, we don't know that."
Yet Countess Albathea shook her head, her voice cold and resolute.
"There are rumors that the demons have recently been interacting with the elves."
"W-with the elves...?"
"And if they're plotting the 'worst-case scenario'..."
"N-no way."
Butler Jackson's face drained of color in an instant.
"Using elves to impregnate women...?"
"It's not impossible. Threaten to kill them unless they mate, and if some yield to the pressure..."
Countess Albathea's eyes twitched faintly.
She touched her neck absentmindedly for a second, then bit her lower lip.
"A child born from a demon's threats in some prison..."
"......."
"E-Eris won't end up like that, right? A child conceived under demon coercion couldn't possibly be born with the goddess's blessing... Oh, Goddess..."
"......."
Butler Jackson closed his eyes and began praying to the goddess.
He failed to notice the faint tremor in Countess Albathea's brow.
"Eris is different from the other bitches."
Countess Albathea declared firmly.
"She'd choose death over begging the enemy for her life."
"Countess..."
"Become a vessel for bearing demon spawn? Ha, what nonsense."
Anger began to seep into Countess Albathea's voice.
"You think my daughter would submit to a demon's cock?!"
"This is a cock."
"......."
"You've seen it before, but this is your first time examining it up close while sitting on the bed."
I stood with both feet planted on the bed, thrusting my cock right in Eris's face.
Eris knelt demurely on the bed, gulped, and grasped it with her handcuffed hands.
The rattling of the chains was a bit grating, but even that sound blended perfectly with the atmosphere.
"This is the cock that went inside you."
"C-cock..."
"Yeah. The cock that creampied you three times deep inside."
Eris swallowed hard.
I didn't know if she'd seen a man's cock before, but her eyes were clearly filled with curiosity about the thick, rigid thing attached to a male body.
"Th-this went inside me?"
"Yeah. You only really felt it the first time, right?"
"U-uhh..."
"You passed out after the first creampie."
I deliberately emphasized the three creampies.
"You really don't remember anything after the second?"
"D-did I really pass out from this...?"
"Yeah."
"......."
Eris's face flushed red.
No matter that it was through sex—or rape—being a knight who fainted from it had to be mortifying.
"Touch it."
"......."
Eris slowly gripped my cock with both hands.
She obeyed my command and held it, but the mana restraints kept her from crushing it.
"Move it back and forth, slowly."
"......."
I was making a female knight give me a handjob.
"You know what happens if you try any tricks, right?"
Of course, I wasn't just going to let her do it without precautions.
Threatening against scratches or bites was basic.
"If you pull any funny business..."
A threat to her life?
Already used that one.
But my philosophy was to keep using a ploy until it stopped working.
And building on the basics for more refined schemes was my strategy.
"Our deal's off. Got it?"
The life at stake in this threat wasn't Eris's.
It was her homeland, her family, her territory's people—the whole Albathea County.
"I-I understand."
Eris snapped to attention and gripped my cock again.
"Shake it. Like shaking a soda bottle up and down with the cap on."
"L-like... this...?"
And then she began moving her hands as instructed.
Her movements were awkwardly clumsy.
Less about stimulating a man and more just reciprocating back and forth, eyes fixed on me to check if she was doing it right.
Kuh. That's the stuff.
Stimulating?
Not really.
Rubbing my cock on the floor would feel better.
But this awkward handiwork—this genuine handjob from a woman who'd never touched a man's cock before—was the real deal.
A blonde blue-eyed knight who could normally crush my neck instead clutching my dick so delicately in place of her sword—how could that not get me hard?
"......Hah?!"
As she fiddled with it, gaze locked unknowingly, Eris suddenly startled and pulled back.
"Y-you're gonna shove it in my mouth now!"
"Oh? You know about that?"
"Of course! We learned about it in knight training—military drills targeting knights! You're gonna grab my head and ram your cock down my throat!"
She was scripting her own R-rated rape porn solo.
But if she was thinking that, betraying the expectation would be effective in turning a woman like Eris into a proper female.
"Hmm, what makes you think that?"
"W-well...!"
"You think I'd grab your hair with one hand and stuff this cock all the way down your throat? Huh?"
"......!!"
I deliberately grabbed Eris's head with one hand and thrust my cock sideways at her.
As I brushed it along her jawline, her eyes naturally followed to my cock, and she gulped.
As if terrified how far that thing might stab into her throat.
"Good. I'll tell you just how deep it goes."
"Y-you...!"
Eris glared at me the moment I lightly threatened her—but
"In your pussy."
"Wh-what...?"
"I'm thrusting my cock in your pussy—so where's that?"
I casually plopped down on the bed, and Eris's eyes darted side to side in panic.
"What, you want it in your mouth?"
"Th-that's..."
Normal women don't like sucking cock.
Even whores only do it to get men hard quick or because they get paid more for it—it's not like they enjoy it.
If a woman actually likes blowjobs, she's one of two types.
The kind who gets off on seeing the man enjoy her servicing him with her mouth.
Or the freak with a cum fetish who loves getting it splattered on her face or drinking it straight.
Eris is neither.
Sure, some pervert like that might show up someday.
But Eris's walls wouldn't crumble to that sadistic approach.
"Come here."
I sat with legs splayed wide and patted my thigh.
Leaning back slightly, my cock stood straight up toward the sky.
"Wh-what do you want me to do?"
"Get on."
"Wh...?"
"Tch."
Sometimes, you had to get forceful.
"H-heek...?!"
I grabbed her waist and yanked, pulling Eris onto me like a stuffed doll, settling her right on my lap.
"W-wait. Not right now...!"
"What? You just touched my cock and you're already wet?"
"Eut...!!"
My cock tip hadn't entered yet, but the wetness I felt was definitely from Eris's pussy getting slick.
She masturbated by herself, huh?
The succubus secretary had reported it.
Couldn't miss even the smallest details.
"Eris."
I forced her to straddle me, supporting her waist lightly with my hands and pulling her down.
"Open your mouth. Gonna kiss while I slide it in."
"K-kiss...?!"
"Why."
"N-no, it's just..."
Eris pursed her lips.
"Why. Don't tell me kissing's your first too?"
"......."
Sometimes, silence was affirmation.
"Ha."
Squelch.
"Guess we'll put the cock in first and talk later?"
The way to train this woman.
Aim for the suspension bridge effect.
The moment I thrust my cock inside.
Twitch.
Her pussy quivered from within, shaking along with the tremor.