Chapter 24
Chapter 24
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 24
Chapter Title: Rape? Pure Love? Rape Pure Love! (2)
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After sending Eris back to her solitary cell.
"Ugh, feels like I can finally breathe."
I threw myself onto the bed as is.
It was a bed where sex had taken place just a few hours ago, but it was perfectly dry and fluffy, without a hint of moisture.
'This is magic for you.'
They called it Cleaning Magic.
As expected of a training room—the bed was enchanted to return to a pristine state anytime.
With just a snap of my fingers, the soaked sheets dried out, and all odors vanished, allowing me to flop onto it without a care.
'Back when I was a porter, I really suffered.'
No money meant no proper laundry.
I'd just hope my nose got blocked enough to ignore the stench and get used to it, but I couldn't wash off every bit of filth that got on me.
Lifestyle magic was pretty expensive.
Dungeons fostered its development since most activity happened inside, but the problem was the hefty price tag.
Here in the training room, I could enjoy it freely.
Sure, the convenience was mostly tied to sex—sweeping away the post-coital heat.
But beggars can't be choosers.
On this bed, whether I spilled blood in agony or whatever, one snap of magic and it was spotless again.
'Is Cleaning Magic a regression spell too?'
How exactly did it get clean?
Did it rewind to a point like I did, when some condition was met?
Back to when it was at its cleanest?
Or to whenever someone last used it properly?
Who knows.
I never had the mana to use or learn magic, so analyzing its principles was pointless.
'Just outsource magic.'
The Succubus Secretary was an excellent mage.
Most of her spells so far were specialized for training and prisoner management, but that's exactly why they were the biggest help to me as a Trainer.
'Is she a virgin?'
A succubus being a virgin sounded absurd, but you never know.
If she was, my options would open up in all sorts of ways.
'Hope she's a virgin.'
The energies of the entire universe were praying for my life to go smoothly.
After all the hardships so far, my life as a Trainer had flowed pretty steadily, despite a few tricky spots.
How many setups this good were out there?
Knock knock knock.
"Hm?"
A knock at this late hour? No reason for it.
"......"
The training room had no real weapons for defense.
But it did have training tools.
Shwick.
I gripped a whip with a lush fringe like a horse's tail.
Meant for corporal punishment, but paired with certain magic on the bed, it could serve a new kind of "training."
Knock knock knock.
The sound rang out again.
"Who is it."
A prim voice.
I racked my brain, but I'd never heard it before.
"......"
I cautiously opened the door.
Outside stood a pink-haired succubus pushing a hotel-style cart.
"......Who're you?"
I scanned her up and down.
Tits bigger than her head, crammed into a secretary suit that made her figure violently mouthwatering.
"I'm Natalie, newly assigned to the Training Unit's Supplies Division. I've been ordered to deliver whatever the Trainer needs."
"Stuff I need?"
I pointed at the cart.
"Didn't order anything."
"This is a late-night snack."
"......"
I subtly stepped back.
Succubi who weren't my secretary stirred a bit of wariness, but more than that, a total stranger worried me.
"Transferred from another unit?"
"Yes."
"Which one originally?"
"Intelligence Unit."
As I stepped aside, Supply Natalie wheeled the cart in and parked it by the table.
"Intelligence, huh. Gathering and handling info's the main gig."
"Yes."
"Not unhappy about the reassignment?"
"I just follow orders. Wherever I am, I'm serving the Demon King Army."
"......"
Succubus thing?
If she were a vampire like Chief Adjutant Akkamond, "For the Vampire Legion" would've come first.
'Doesn't matter.'
The Vampire Legion was part of the Demon King Army anyway.
Like nation and local government—the nation-level Demon King Army took precedence.
Clink, clink.
Supply Natalie unpacked food from the cart.
"......"
The spread looked viciously heavy.
Packed with greasy, fatty meats—no veggies in sight, pure protein and lipids.
"Enjoy your meal. Leave the utensils and dishes on the cart outside, and I'll collect them."
"This for dinner?"
"Pardon?"
"I already ate dinner."
"......?"
Supply Natalie tilted her head.
"......My apologies. Must've been a mix-up."
She grimaced and bowed.
"Nah, it's fine. Since you're here, can't just send it back."
Looked more filling than Drake steak, but this body's a fit early-20s frame.
'Booze and meat go down easy as a nightcap.'
Not gluttony.
But Vampire Legion meals were leagues above anything I'd eaten since reincarnating in this fantasy world—way tastier.
'So what if it's gluttony.'
Call it payback for 20 years of worse-than-army grub: bread and soup.
Starving daily as a kid post-reincarnation meant I couldn't stand seeing food wasted.
"You're dismissed."
"Understood."
I sent Supply Natalie out.
"......Do demons always cut their meat this thick?"
Poking the 5cm-thick steak with a fork made juices ooze out.
A hint of spice mixed with meaty gaminess, but not enough to complain.
Way better than rat-meat soup from Gilbert Baron's beggar dens.
'Can't go back to non-Demon King Army life now.'
To enjoy this luxury, I'd need to be a noble at least on par with Gilbert Baron among humans.
So, no quitting as Trainer.
Not the wine in front of me, nor luxuries a cheap porter adventurer couldn't dream of.
'To the glorious life of Trainer Azazel.'
Cheers.
I poured wine into an empty glass and raised it to the air.
Slurp.
"......?"
The wine tasted way more sour than expected.
"......Huh?"
As my throat burned.
"......!!"
Pain like my esophagus melting exploded from within.
Ah.
Fuck.
...
...
...
"......"
When I came to.
"Oh ho, hngh, uheee...."
Eris was in front of me, face twisted in full bitch-in-heat mode, begging for a kiss toward my face.
"...E, ngh, kyaa?!"
Thwack, thwack-thwack, thwack-thwack-thwack.
A bit.
I moved rougher than I realized, slamming my dick in aggressively.
"Ahk, m-more...! Harder...!!"
Fortunately, Eris cried out in even greater delight than before.
Splurt spluuurt.
The bed soaked through with the heat of man and woman.
"Dinner... not eating?"
Eris glanced nervously.
Before, I'd enjoyed dinner thinking I'd fucked her good, but now, playing the sweet romance gentleman opposite her while my throat still burned a bit from the ordeal.
"......Watching you eat is enough for me."
"........."
Eris bowed her head deeply.
She seemed to mumble something, face flushed—
'Poison in it?'
Sorry, but she didn't know my true feelings now.
I'd made her eat the potentially poisoned dinner, even though I knew it was safe.
Crunch, crunch.
Good, Eris was fine after eating.
I started eating slowly, but—
"Something bothering you?"
Did I fail to hide my expression? Eris eyed me cautiously.
"The letter to Mother...?"
She glanced at the letter on the desk.
It was already written; dinner was all that remained.
"Nah. Just relieved we can eat in peace like this."
"P-peacefully...?"
"Yeah. Isn't it?"
I stood, approached Eris, and picked up the half-eaten bread from her plate.
"In prison, you never know when poisoned food might come, but here we eat so comfortably."
Munch.
Eris flinched as I bit into her bread largely, but soon bowed her head again.
"Planning to poison me?"
"Poison? Maybe. If I spiked food, it'd probably be aphrodisiac in the drinking water."
"A-aphrodisiac...."
"Kidding."
I patted Eris's back and finished dinner.
"Once you're done eating, time to head back."
"B-back? Where?"
"You know."
I pointed outside.
"Your cell."
"......"
"Quitting time."
And scheming time.
After Eris left.
I activated the cleaning magic on the bed and sank into thought.
"......"
Assassination.
Target: Trainer.
Why?
'I've become a key figure. So why?'
Where in the Vampire Legion was the motive to kill me?
Suspect: Obviously Supply Natalie.
The succubus from Intelligence had shoved the food at me with nothing but official poise.
'An assassin.'
Knock knock knock.
A knock.
"Who is it."
Same as before.
Meaning, unavoidable.
'Fuck.'
But.
If you can't avoid it, confront it—and if possible, enjoy it.
"Come in."
I approached without the whip and boldly opened the door.
"What's that?"
"Dinner."
"Dinner?"
"Yes."
"Hmm. Dinner, huh."
The food in that cart—and the so-called "wine"—were symbols of death.
"Perfect timing. Starving."
"Your meal—"
"I'll eat well."
I reached forward.
"......?!"
"Name again? Nah, doesn't matter."
I yanked Natalie's wrist.
"Sex is my meal, you see."
Culprit?
Underling?
Or an innocent girl unaware her delivery was poisoned?
Thud.
I tossed Natalie onto the bed.
"Strip."
Whatever she was.
"Or I'll do it for you."
Rape her, and the truth comes out.