Chapter 27
Chapter 27
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 27
Chapter Title: From Now On, I'll Train You (1)
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I know that Creampie Regression activates when you creampie a virgin.
I can't confirm the conditions definitively yet, but I'm operating under the assumption that as long as she's a virgin—no matter who—a creampie will trigger it.
My knowledge has expanded.
Separate from my own perceptions, I've learned that if the target is a virgin, a creampie lets me regress.
But.
'Why the hell is a succubus a virgin?'
I couldn't wrap my head around it.
'Why is a lust demon a virgin?'
Succubi are a race that survives by feeding on men's essence.
Just as vampires sustain themselves on human blood, succubi absorb human semen to live.
A virgin succubus?
What kind of nonsense is that?
It's no different from those subculture mobile gacha games pulling the "Actually, I'm a virgin~" card to boost sales on their succubus waifu.
Besides, there wasn't any blood when I first thrust in.
I checked down there just in case, but there wasn't a drop of blood anywhere.
'Do succubi maybe not have them?'
It's possible.
Just like Eris had her first period during knight training, I can't outright rule out that Natalie might be the same.
Which brings me to this.
'Why hide that she's a virgin?'
After returning from death.
Right now, post-creampie, with my mind racing at full speed.
'One of three reasons.'
I pieced together why Natalie hadn't admitted she was a virgin—even while getting raped.
One: Fear.
Maybe she thought if she said she was a virgin, I'd go even harder because I like them.
It's already widely known that I prefer virgins, and that info has probably spread like wildfire through the Vampire Legion.
As part of the intel unit, she wouldn't miss something like that.
Two: Shame.
Maybe admitting she's a virgin succubus is more humiliating than getting raped.
Succubi are lust demons.
Saying she's a virgin means she's never had sex—which also means she's never drained a man like the others.
Just like a guy admitting he's a 30-year-old virgin might get laughed off online as "lol incel" but is awkward to say IRL, being a virgin might be an even bigger taboo for a succubus.
Three: Least likely, but...
'A virgin masochist?'
A virgin succubus with a rape fetish.
Getting raped by a human would be humiliating, sure—but if she's got those masochistic tendencies, she might actually get off on it even more.
'The annoying type?'
The kind who says "no" with her mouth but clings with her pussy.
'Can't be helped, then.'
I confirmed it.
This succubus named Natalie has no idea she brought poison.
'Innocent.'
Just a virgin who got used.
In that case, I'll turn the tables and use it against them.
"........."
Silence stretches on.
I've been deep in thought long enough that Natalie's post-orgasm shivers have faded, and she's starting to sneak peeks at me.
"......Hoo."
I let out a soft breath.
"That was good."
I exhale in the most languid tone possible.
As if I'm savoring the afterglow too, I pat her thigh and lean my head back.
"Must be because you're a succubus, huh?"
Time to probe a little.
"Incredible. No way I'd have guessed that pussy was virgin."
"N-not a virgin!!"
Bingo.
She freaks out.
"Not a virgin?"
"O-of course not! A s-s-succubus couldn't possibly be a virgin!"
"Fair point."
If she really wasn't, I'd be on my third round of "May I cum inside?" by now.
"Yeah. If you'd been a virgin, I might've gone a bit gentler."
"G-gentler...?"
"I've got this personal creed."
I stroke her leg lightly with one hand, like a massage.
"No matter if it's rape, I'll make sure a virgin girl feels more joy from sex than anyone."
"What does that...?"
"I'm gonna be fucking for life anyway, so might as well start her off enjoying it, right? Better to begin with pleasure than pain. Like this."
I slide my cock back inside her.
Semen and juices mix with a slick squelch, but Natalie clamps her hand over her mouth again, stifling moans.
Squelch, squelch.
I rock my hips leisurely.
Unlike the violent pistoning from before, I lean forward, rubbing and grinding my cock against her sensitive spots.
"Haa...."
I deliberately let out an aroused sigh.
"What am I gonna do with this pussy?"
I smack my lips, moving slow like her pussy's driving me crazy—in the best way.
"I wanna keep eating it up. You bringing meals every day from now on?"
"Th-that's...?"
"Or did you prepare that food?"
I thrust deep, bringing my face close.
"Huh? Tell me. Did you cook it yourself?"
"The food was prepared at the restaurant... I just brought it."
Natalie blushes and answers honestly.
Her eyes show a hint of disappointment at the totally different thrusting.
'Even a succubus can't resist this?'
In a world where rape is the norm.
She's probably never heard of sex that fulfills a woman's fantasies like this.
"Too bad. I wanted to try something you cooked yourself."
"I, um...?"
"Shh. Right now, I'm the one eating you."
Having her first time as rape makes the contrast with this second round—face-to-face, slow and intimate—even starker.
But.
"Oh, right. As a succubus, you must know all sorts of sex magic, yeah?"
"Sex magic...?"
Natalie panics.
I'm acting like we're keeping at it, but asking about something else throws her off.
"Yeah. I've got some experiments I wanna run in the training room, and lucky me, I've got questions."
I phrase it like I'm about to stop.
"I'm researching ways to corrupt with sex magic, and a good idea just hit me. You, go call some people after this."
"......!!"
I grind my cock lazily.
"Ah, aaah...!!"
She shudders hard.
A deep moan escapes.
Tears well up, her hips lift, eyes twitch as tears stream down her cheeks.
"Hoo."
I pull out.
Of course, I'd creampied her a second time.
"Natalie. Sounds weird, I know."
I pat her cheek and sit up.
"But I'm the one saving you."
For real.
After the second creampie with Natalie.
'This is a problem.'
I wiped her pussy with tissue, sent her out, then gulped as I eyed my now-soft cock.
'Without rest, I won't even be able to cum inside anymore.'
Humans have limits.
No matter how much you cum, by 4 or 5, you start thinking "this is tough."
Luckily, with this early-20s body, I could probably space it out over a day or two and hit seven—but toward the end, it'd be dribbling thin, watery stuff instead of proper semen.
And the biggest issue—
"......Hoo."
Post-regression, all the creampies stack their fatigue like one massive load.
My dick isn't throbbing in agony or anything, but my brain feels like it's getting stabbed—headache city.
'Mental fatigue's the killer.'
Game time rewinds with save&load, but the real player wears down mentally—can't avoid it.
"........."
For now, handle the urgent stuff.
'Look after Natalie, make sure no more poison in the food.'
And do it without raising suspicions about me.
Creeeak.
The door opens.
"B-back... sir."
Natalie.
Behind her, two succubi with uncomfortable looks enter.
"You wanted me, Trainer?"
"Yeah."
The Succubus Secretary—
"...Come to think of it, have I ever gotten your name?"
"No. You haven't."
She replies with a colder expression and voice than usual.
"........."
She must've told them I raped her.
No, they had to know.
The bed's still got traces of sex all over it.
'Left it on purpose.'
Even if it dings the secretary's favor a bit, survival comes first.
Asking her name now might fuck things up, so save it for later when things calm down.
"You in the back."
"Y-yes!"
The twin-tailed succubus in a suit answers loudly.
"You the one who prepared this food?"
"Y-yes, sir!"
"Got it. Unit and name?"
"I'm Casey, cook in the supply corps."
"Casey. Right."
I sit up leisurely and approach the food.
"Eat it."
"......Pardon?"
I pop the lid on the sealed food, and Casey's face stiffens.
"I said eat."
"Um, Trainer, sir...?"
"You deaf?"
I roughly drag a chair over and point at the food with my middle finger.
"Fucking eat it."
"........."
Anyone can see I'm pissed about the food, trying to solve it by force-feeding her like some boomer asshole.
What they call a shitty musician.
"Um, Trainer...? Did I do something wrong...?"
"I said eat. Don't make me say it twice."
"Um, Lilith...?"
"......You."
The Succubus Secretary called Lilith openly shows irritation.
"Follow the Trainer's orders."
"B-but...!"
"I said follow them."
Ah, I get why she's pissed.
She's already mad I touched Natalie, and now her name got forced out by this Casey girl—full-on annoyed.
"Th-that's...?"
"What's wrong, Cook Casey?"
I step forward and lock the door tight.
"I'm just praising the cook by having her eat her own creation."
"........."
"Secretary."
"Yes."
If I'd used her name, she might've ignored me.
"Trainer gives an order, and a supply corps cook disobeys. What now?"
"That's...?"
"Just eat the damn food. What's the hesitation? Hm?"
I casually grab the wine bottle, pop the cork.
"For all the cooks who'll serve me well from now on, I'm personally praising her."
"........."
Casey's face pales by the second.
"Gotta have a glass, right? Hm?"
Ah.
Jackpot.
"Trainer."
The secretary Lilith's already-stiff face twists further.
"Don't drink it."
"Huh? Why?"
"It's...?"
Lilith spins around.
"I'll make this bitch eat it first."
The second she says it, she's already grabbed Cook Casey by the neck and snapped her fingers.
Whoosh!
Pink chains erupt from a magic circle in the air, instantly binding Casey's limbs.
"What's this?"
"Poison."
"......Poison?"
"Yes. Poison."
Yeah, I know.
I've drunk it twice already.
"......I almost got assassinated?"
I set the wine glass down in disbelief.
"........."
Even the quiet Natalie goes pale.