Chapter 3
Chapter 3
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 3
Chapter Title: Disqualified as Human? Approved as Rape Demon (2)
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Night had fallen.
After the Succubus Secretary left, no one else came by.
Meals were simply delivered.
Roasted meat, soup, heaps of cauliflower and other vegetables.
Not exactly high-class, but luxurious for a prisoner.
Devouring it felt like the last meal of the condemned.
If the training succeeds, I can eat like this again tomorrow.
But if it fails?
Maybe the meat I'm chewing right now will become me, ending up on some demon's table—
"......."
Fortunately, it's not human flesh.
Not that I've tried it, but the texture is unmistakably familiar pork.
...Whether it's meat from executed orc prisoners or pigs raised in a sty, who knows. But if I don't want to end up slaughtered like this, I have to survive.
No matter who I rape, who I fuck, I must succeed in the training.
To ensure dinner isn't my last supper, I chewed the meat thoroughly and scraped every last bit of sauce clean, leaving no scraps behind.
"Time's up, trainee trainer."
The Succubus Secretary tidied up the meal remnants while picking up the candlestick.
"Follow me. I'll take you straight to the training room."
"......."
"You look resolute. Then let's have a brief chat on the way."
Click-clack, click-clack.
The Succubus Secretary's high heels echoed through the basement corridor.
"The adventurer party that captured you was 'Silver rank' with a total of 15 members. Correct?"
"Five women, ten men."
And one of those ten men is me.
"Survivors: four women, three men. Including you, Trainer."
"......."
"Some died resisting capture as prisoners, others refused labor atonement and got killed."
"Anyone make it out alive?"
"No one yet."
Yeah, figures.
Thinking back to the party we gathered when we entered this place, we weren't strong enough to raid a Demon King cadre's dungeon.
We were just unlucky.
The dungeon we picked had a gate-like trap inside. When the gray mist enveloped us, we were summoned here.
After that, we all got captured.
"You can kill the men or use them however. No issue."
"To what extent?"
"The goblin before last—about thirty days ago."
The Succubus Secretary smirked faintly, continuing in a matter-of-fact tone.
"Enraged at failing to corrupt the female, he used the captured men to gang-rape her."
"......."
"He set it up so she'd be betrayed by her fellow human men. In the end, she lost her will to live after being gang-raped by her comrades."
"Failure."
"Yes. She wanted suicide, and one of the men finally killed her."
"......."
That must've been why the goblin—the previous previous trainer—got executed.
Even demons die.
For a human like me, having my head chopped off wouldn't be strange at all.
"Feel free to use the men however you like. But the women... no killing or mutilating."
"Because he'll serve as Demon King Army forces?"
"Exactly. They're destined to be the vanguard of the Vampire Legion. Sending them out limbless or maimed would lack 'style,' wouldn't it?"
Style.
From that brief exchange, I got a rough sense of the ideal image the Vampire Princess wanted from her trainer, via the secretary.
'Like those 19+ modern superheroine corruption stories where the heroine loses her mind to dick and ends up stamped with a womb tattoo, fully turned into a bitch?'
"Of course, if pain is necessary, inflicting it is one method..."
"But if corruption came from brute force pain, my turn never would've come."
The Demon King Army is overflowing with violence experts.
Lots of demons like goblins or orcs who just tease women with their dicks.
But as a fellow human who knows our physical limits, only I can properly break them with dick and turn them into demon loyalists.
I have to be the only one.
Otherwise, I die.
"One question. How do you judge training success?"
"By Sex Magic."
"Sex Magic?"
"We'll cast a special spell on you."
The Succubus Secretary lightly waved her hand toward my eyes.
"See it here?"
She calmly lifted the hem of her shirt below.
Her waistline and smooth abdomen were gorgeous enough to make anyone swallow hard, but the gesture was utterly static and official, mismatched to her figure.
"Do you see it?"
"...No."
"Yes, you shouldn't right now."
"......?"
"Later, the 'Womb Tattoo' will start sparkling here."
Womb Tattoo.
As expected.
"The moment the pink Womb Tattoo turns fully black—that's when she's 99% sex-corrupted, her reason crumbling."
"......."
"If you make her pledge loyalty as a vampire then, she'll be fully demon-fallen."
Click-clack.
The Succubus Secretary stopped before a wooden door at the corridor's end.
"One more—maybe my last question."
Right before she opened the door, I turned her gaze to me and asked.
"Has that method ever succeeded in turning anyone into a demon before?"
"......Regrettably, no."
"What?"
"The theory is perfect. It's Sex Magic our master, the Vampire Princess, developed directly with her succubi."
"......."
"If we had dicks, we'd have tested it ourselves. But the Vampire Legion has few males. The ones we conscripted as trainers were borrowed from other legions or hires who claimed confidence."
"I see."
One lifeline spotted.
"If I'm the first to succeed, my survival odds go way up, right?"
"That's why expectations are high. Conversely..."
"Fail to meet them, and I'm done for."
She smirked.
The Succubus Secretary opened the door.
Step.
The room exuded an eerie vibe.
'Feels like an AV shoot set.'
Black floor, gray instruments hanging everywhere.
Similar to those AV setups for hard, bondage torment and pounding women.
A deep, dark feel to it.
Less a training room, more an execution chamber—like the medieval spots where they'd torture witches with every method before the religious trial stand.
"Four surviving women right now. Succeed with even one, and you're instantly our legion's Rape Trainer."
"......."
"How will you proceed?"
"Let me check the four alive first."
I scanned the items in the room's center.
'All familiar stuff.'
Warrior's sword. Knight's helmet. Thief's bandana. Priest's bible.
Other gear too, but the survivors' belongings boiled down to exactly those.
"So, how will you train them?"
"My method... hold on. What's that you're holding?"
"Pen and paper."
The Succubus Secretary held a feather quill leaking red ink, paper clipped to a wide wooden board.
"You gonna write?"
"Yes."
"In real time?"
"Yes."
"Watch everything I do from the side and log it all?"
"It's important."
"......."
They're putting this much effort into openly spectating and documenting a rape training session?
'I have to nail this.'
If I survive, pioneer or not, demon side or whatever, I'll get respect as the trailblazer.
'Who in this world ever handed me a shot like this?'
Modern Earth was different.
Info society with ceilings but infinite paths and possibilities.
Here, choices are few, lifelines scarce.
One shot only.
Blow it, and it's death.
"...Fine. Record away—I don't care. Just don't interfere unless something special comes up."
"Agreed. Any orders? Heavy lifting, magic, cleanup—leave it to me."
"I'll ask when needed. So, corrupt just one of the four?"
"......For now, yes."
The Succubus Secretary eyed me suspiciously.
Curious about my plan, probably.
Then I'll tell her.
"Bring all four."
"......Here, all at once?"
"Yeah."
Warrior, knight, thief, priest.
All women. In our adventurer party, I'd been the porter, guard, night watch—jack-of-all-trades.
"Previous trainers did them one by one..."
"......."
She's worried, sure.
Rare catch of four women—afraid I'll botch it, talk them into mass suicide or something.
But it's fine.
I've lived 23 years in this world, eaten my share of dirt.
"Relax. I'll make at least one fall, guaranteed."
"......Even if three die, one becomes a Demon King minion—that's clear 'success.'"
The Succubus Secretary nodded vigorously.
"Very well. Bringing them all in."
She snapped her fingers, and rattling figures in warden uniforms appeared.
'Skeleton wardens?'
Using corpses for prisoner duty?
Build unclear, but the faces peeking between hats and uniforms looked like human bones.
"C-Block, 3rd floor—bring all female prisoners from zones 31 to 35. Zone 34's already dead, so 31 through 35: four total."
For a split second, I worried—if I die, do I end up like them?—
Rattle.
Four women entered.
Warrior, knight, thief, and priest.
Paper bags over their heads like loaves of bread, clad only in baggy brown prisoner dresses, barefoot and chained as they were led into the training room.
Minor scratches, but no bruises or rotting skin—just the state after a few days tossed in a cell.
'Familiar faces.'
The ones captured with me.
"Straight to the point."
And.
"Only one of you four gets to live. I hold your lives in my hands."
Reactions exploded.
All four clocked my voice.
"That's the deal. Imagine whatever, but for icebreaker—light truth game to start? Lie, and your head flies."
I dragged over a training room chair, flipped it backward, and straddled the backrest.
"Among you, raise your hand if you're not a virgin. Big tits."