Chapter 31
Chapter 31
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 31
Chapter Title: Let's Get Along Well From Now On (1)
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Training merely ends with corrupting them into females through sexual pleasure, but torture derives its meaning mostly from threats severe enough to bring them to the brink of death.
'Is the payoff from all those movies and plays I went to so often finally showing up here?'
I'd imitated the lines and methods of torturers from the movies and plays I frequented on dates. It seemed those experiences might have shaped me into who I was now.
'Not a waste of money, that's for sure.'
The saying that every experience turns into blood and flesh later on wasn't wrong.
Back then, they were just trivial moments spent with someone, never imagining they'd prove this useful.
-Oppa. I told you this seat sucked, right?
......
'Now that I think about it, that's annoying. It wasn't even her money we spent on those shows.'
The dates had cost for two, sure, but let's put the past behind and focus on the present.
Even if that past stirred up rage, I could vent it on the enemy right in front of me.
How?
"If you don't tell me who you were thinking of, I'll pour it all in."
The moment I prepared to unleash my hatred and resentment toward some woman.
"I-I'll talk!!"
Casey finally broke.
"I'll talk, so please... hic... don't make me bloat up...."
"......"
I halted the wine bottle's angle.
Then, staring indifferently at Casey, I shot her a look urging her to continue.
"I-It was...."
"Hesitating?"
"In-Instead of making me talk!! I mean, it's not exactly 'instead,' but please protect me...!"
"...Protect you."
"From this."
The secretary Lilith openly grimaced.
I reached out a hand to cut off what came next—
"How dare this traitor speak of protection."
—something like that, probably.
"But once you've betrayed once, betraying a second time is easy. The one you thought of, the one who ordered the trainer's assassination—betray them."
"Urgh...."
"Either way, the moment one betrayal gets exposed, you're as good as dead. Instead of getting exposed as a traitor and discarded like trash, wouldn't 'counter-betrayal' offer a better shot at survival?"
"Counter-betrayal...?"
"Exactly. Counter-betrayal. Or in other words, a 'double agent.'"
I glanced briefly at Lilith and the Vampire Princess.
"The details are for the Vampire Princess to decide, but I can offer a suggestion. Turn you into a double agent and have you report 'falsified' info on what happens here."
"Th-That...."
"No other missions besides the assassination? Hmm. Then you're useless as a double agent. Just behave yourself—"
"I-I'll do it!"
Casey tucked her tail.
"I-I'll do it, so please spare me. Please."
"Hmm...."
[Casey.]
The Vampire Princess spoke.
[Who ordered you to assassinate the trainer?]
"Th-That was...."
[Answer. I don't like asking twice.]
"......The Beast Legion Commander."
Casey confessed.
"The King of Beasts, [Bahamut]...."
Bahamut.
Beast Legion Commander.
It was a surprisingly unexpected name to me, but honestly, it didn't matter much.
'Demon King Army internal politics are the Vampire Princess and Chief Adjutant Akkamond's domain.'
A trainer just needs to train well.
Focus on my assigned role.
And that role mostly involves handling females—
[Trainer Azazel.]
"Yes, my master. Command me."
[......We've got the intel. I'll handle this traitor myself.]
"Understood. If I may ask, how do you plan to use her?"
[......Hah.]
Honestly, I felt a twinge of fear even asking.
Worried it was a needless question—
[Turn her into a pregnancy factory for mass-producing aphrodisiacs.]
The Vampire Princess's words sent a chill down my spine.
"Pardon?"
[Thanks to you, we've confirmed the slime nesting in the succubus womb absorbs fluids and divides while pregnant with aphrodisiac components. Isn't that right?]
"Yes, but...."
Two slimes had already been born.
The one still inside Casey was thriving, steadily multiplying outside.
[More aphrodisiacs mean easier training, but we can sell them or use them strategically too. Endless possibilities.]
"......"
[We've found a stable way to mass-produce efficient magical beasts. Depending on future births and results, I'll reward you separately. Good work, Trainer Azazel.]
The Vampire Princess clapped, dispelling the magic.
"Wh-Wha...."
Casey stared blankly in shock—
"N-Nooo!!"
—then realized her fate.
"Aaaah! I didn't betray for slime pregnancy! Trainer! P-Please! I'll take your cock! I'll be your double agent like you said...!"
"Too late."
Casey desperately sought my help.
"Master has spoken, so your value is now no more, no less than a slime production farm."
"Wha...?"
This training room held only pleasure and death—no salvation.
"Double agent? You've betrayed once, then twice. A third betrayal's no big deal."
"Y-You tricked me!"
"No trick. You confessed your backer to survive. Master spared you by reassigning you elsewhere useful."
I lightly tapped Casey's lower abdomen with my knuckles.
"To a production role in the supply unit, periodically providing aphrodisiacs to the training corps."
"Ah, aaah...!"
"Congratulations. I don't know how big an impact your slime aphrodisiacs will have, but I'll make sure they outperform eliminating one spy."
I gripped the aphrodisiac slime hard.
It promptly gaped wide, spewing sticky fluids.
Not much volume, but the instant it touched Casey's lower belly, her womb tattoo gleamed brightly.
"Stronger effect than expected."
"It's a slime birthed from a succubus pussy, after all."
Secretary Lilith sneered at Casey as she approached me.
"I'll handle her."
"Yeah. Take care of it."
Clank.
With the magic circle's chains unfolding, Casey was dragged out.
"Whew...."
A bit exhausting.
No sex, but fatigue like after cumming once or twice.
"...Anyway."
But too early to rest.
"Time to settle our accounts too, right?"
"Th-That...."
Supply succubus Natalie.
Raped without knowing, used by Casey to bring poisoned wine.
"What should we do with you?"
"......"
"Join Casey in slime production, or...?"
"I-I'll make sure nothing like this happens again!!"
Natalie screamed at the top of her lungs.
"How, exactly?"
"Uh...."
"Think carefully. What should you do?"
"I'll thoroughly check all meals for you for poison!"
"......"
She hadn't been this disciplined when I first raped her.
'Even better.'
My rape had completely flipped the power dynamic.
"Good."
My rape was the right call.
"Let's get along well from now on."
Creak.
Closing the door.
Natalie, emerging from the trainer's room, gripped the cart she'd brought herself and swallowed hard.
"......"
Thud.
Her legs gave out.
Partly from the brutal rape pounding her pussy, but mostly shock from the training room events.
They weren't ordinary succubi.
Unlike low-grade ones clinging to human semen for direct sex, they survived absorbing semen and mana from wet dreams.
No need for semen like low-grades; food or mana stones sufficed.
That baseline got Natalie picked for intelligence.
Being selected for the elite Vampire Legion—unlike other legions' masses—was an honor.
For a mid-grade like her, even reassignment irked, but Legion service elevated her status among succubi.
Yet such a succubus nearly got murdered.
Almost assassinated without knowing.
Internal spy or not, its existence would make the Legion scour every corner in fury.
"......"
Natalie clutched the cart and stood.
A horrific yet lewd memory flashed, making her gulp.
Supply Casey.
Elite enough for the Legion, yet took Bahamut's orders for sand drake poison wine—impressively covert.
Could she have noticed normally?
Who knows.
She missed the poisoning attempt due to reassignment grudge, true. Even alert like in intel days, low odds of spotting Casey's plot.
Casey might even be more skilled.
But the moment that superior Casey betrayed the Legion to assassinate the trainer—
"...Slime production farm."
—she became mere breeding stock for slimes.
One misstep, and Natalie would join her.
The Legion might even make slime pregnancy standard succubus punishment.
"......"
Fearful and anxious all around.
'But one relief.'
Her virginity stayed hidden.
Natalie sighed in relief, heading to her room.
"Eek...."
Twisting from love juices threatening to drip.