Chapter 32
Chapter 32
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 32
Chapter Title: Let's Get Along From Now On (2)
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There was something called a food taster in the palace.
Back in the Joseon era, there were people who tasted the king's food first before he ate it.
It was a job where they risked their lives to check if the food was poisoned or not.
They were said to receive quite a hefty salary that included danger pay, but it was a profession where they staked their lives three times a day—or more.
Here, we had a poison-testing soldier.
"It's safe."
Natalie had transferred all of my breakfast onto her own plate and meticulously tasted every bit to confirm its safety.
"No poison."
"......"
"You can trust me."
Of course I trusted her.
The meal seemed to have been prepared with extra care from the Vampire Princess—far more refined and thoughtful than yesterday's breakfast.
Natalie must have been grilled about it too, but with Casey getting into such hot water, the soldiers in charge of my meals had probably tightened up their discipline.
"What happened to Casey?"
"......"
"Did they drag her off somewhere and her whereabouts are now unknown?"
"Officially, an announcement went out that she made a grave mistake with the Trainer and was sent to the disciplinary room."
"A mistake, huh. What kind?"
"She prepared monster food that could have caused major problems for the Trainer and tried to feed it to him... And gloriously, I discovered it and reported it, so that's how it was summarized."
"I see."
Monster food wasn't something a regular human could just eat.
Even those who cooked meals daily in dungeons had to distinguish between monsters that could be eaten and those that couldn't, and monster cuisine needed to be adjusted to suit human consumption.
But trying to feed it straight up like that?
It was no different from intentionally trying to kill someone.
"Any word on the Beast Legion?"
"...Nothing specific."
"Ah, so they haven't told you that much."
"......"
Natalie bowed her head deeply.
True to her intelligence unit affiliation—or rather, despite it—she hadn't obtained any information beyond the official channels.
'Has she been demoted?'
If the reassignment wasn't just routine, she might have been sidelined for lack of ability.
Or perhaps she was a spy planted from within the intelligence unit to watch me.
'There's no rule saying spies have to come from outside.'
Just like what Natalie went through with Casey, the Vampire Legion might have sent eyes to monitor me from within.
It could serve the dual purpose of removing an underperformer.
"Natalie."
"Yes, Trainer."
"If someone approaches you later... Did the secretary give you any instructions?"
"Lil..."
At my glance, Natalie immediately shut her mouth.
"If you mean the Secretary, she instructed me that if anyone from outside asks about Casey, I should say I was ordered to keep it confidential and excuse myself."
"I see. A fitting order."
On the surface, at least.
"No orders to report directly to her or anything?"
"No."
"Report to me or her. Even trivial things. And if they try to pressure you with authority or rank..."
It was possible.
"Mixing a bit of truth with lies to confuse them wouldn't be bad."
"Truth mixed with lies...?"
"Say the Trainer pulled a prank at dinner, and when he noticed, he tried to feed the prepared food to the cook, causing a scene. Something like that."
"A prank..."
"If they ask for specifics, say you forced wine into her pussy and made her drink it that way."
"......"
Natalie's face paled for a moment, but I winked lightly and lifted my glass of beverage.
"Usually, saying that much will make them drop the interrogation."
"Why tell me this...?"
"You're intelligence, right? Figure out the rest yourself."
I couldn't spoon-feed her everything.
Not that I was trying to develop her or anything—
'Actually, grooming her wouldn't hurt.'
I'll spare her because she's a virgin.
She showed such guts by showing up as my poison-tasting secretary even after I deflowered her yesterday—like she'd been raped.
I decided to look out for her.
'Can't send her off to the breeding farm with a guilty conscience.'
Sending a woman I'd never slept with, or a non-virgin after one go, to the breeding farm was fine.
If sex and training were for that purpose from the start, even if I stuck it in, her end destination was still the breeding farm.
But a virgin?
Unless she was utterly hopeless and useless, it was right to keep her by my side and take care of her.
No other reason.
Just the fact that she was a virgin was reason enough to value her immensely and keep her close.
"Natalie."
"Yes, Trainer."
"I feel like having some sex while eating."
"...Pardon?"
"I'll eat. You eat my dick."
".....Pardon?"
I took off my pants, exposing my cock, and sat back in the chair.
"Come on."
"Um, wait..."
"Straddle me. You can reach the food by leaning back over your shoulder."
Though with Natalie's petite build, there was no risk of spilling food on her shoulders.
"Th-that..."
"Or should I have you bend over and place the plates on your back to eat?"
"......!!"
Ah.
Come to think of it, there was something called naked sushi.
'I was told not to play with food, but that can be quite humiliating too.'
If I ever capture some insolent countess's daughter at the beach someday, I should experiment.
Not sure if that'll happen, but if it's useful for training, I wouldn't mind calling it valley sake instead of naked sushi.
"Come on."
"Y-yes, got it. But... how long until the sex ends...?"
"When I finish eating or after one creampie."
"......"
"It's part of the training routine."
I decided to make it so starting today.
"Gotta bust one right after waking up in the morning, and I'd prefer a creampie."
Morning save.
The day starts with sex, ejaculation, and save.
"Straddle me already."
"...Understood."
Natalie obediently climbed on top of me.
She hiked up her skirt, pulled her panties aside, and mounted my cock with ease.
Squelch.
Come to think of it.
Natalie wasn't wearing stockings today.
Breakfast, save, successful.
Doing extra exercise or burning calories with post-meal sex was one option, but with morning business to handle, I opted for efficiency.
"Dalia."
"What is it."
The white-haired, red-eyed vampire priestess, Dalia.
"Why did you call me... Ugh."
The first corruptee wrinkled her nose the moment she entered.
"Sex in the morning?"
"Why? Not allowed?"
"If you have that much energy, pray to the goddess first..."
"Me having sex is my prayer to the goddess."
"Blasphemous bastard."
Dalia grumbled as she sat across from me.
"So, why'd you call me?"
"Just checking how you've been lately."
"What?"
"Anything the legion's had you doing since you fell?"
"......"
Dalia stared at me silently for a long while.
"......"
Was she wary of someone else?
The only other person in the room was the secretary Lilith, who had arrived after breakfast.
If she was watching Lilith—
"Blood."
"Blood?"
"They're drawing my blood regularly. Enough not to cause anemia."
Dalia rolled up her sleeve.
"......"
Her arm was covered in bruise marks like needle punctures from sharp fangs.
"What? Feeling pity?"
"No. Just surprised you're still producing blood even as a vampire."
"I'm drawing it myself."
"You, yourself?"
"Yeah."
Dalia mimed aiming her fangs at the bruised area.
"Chief Adjutant Akkamond said that if I diligently carry out the Trainer's missions, he'd overlook me making a goddess statue in my room."
"The Chief Adjutant...?"
"Yeah. He said eventually I'd come to follow our Vampire Legion willingly... Heh, but strictly speaking, I'm not part of the Vampire Legion. I'm more like a dispatched priestess purging traitors here."
"......"
I'd pushed her toward mental breakdown with that deal, but Dalia seemed tougher than expected.
"I don't know what you think of me, but when I'm in solitary, my time is entirely mine—except testing the faith of captives before killing them. Otherwise, it's just cleaning my cell, praying, and crafting goddess statues."
Had she awakened after killing the men who gang-raped her?
"Why draw your own blood?"
"I mentioned making goddess statues earlier? I'm mixing my blood, infused with holy power, into the clay to craft them myself."
"...That far?"
"She commanded me to do so."
Dalia clasped her hands in prayer and smiled wickedly.
"I want to gift a goddess statue laced with my blood to the Vampire Princess. I wonder what her reaction would be? Would she lick it in bloodlust? Or would the goddess's power purify her?"
"......"
No need to dwell on that topic with Dalia.
"Enough. Dalia, I called you because you have a job today."
"A job for me?"
"Yeah."
I snapped my wrist as if swinging something.
"This afternoon, Chief Adjutant Akkamond heads out for human hunting."
"......Oh."
"Word is, intel came in that Gilbert Baron's territory is assembling a large force to send into the dungeon this morning."
"Hmm..."
Dalia tilted her head.
"I wouldn't think the Gilbert Baron's house could take on the Vampire Legion? And you're not asking me to fight..."
"No."
Obviously, I expected our legion to win.
"You and I need to set selection criteria."
"Criteria?"
"Yeah. More bluntly, let's compromise in advance on how you'll judge based on my training scenarios."
"Compromise... Specifically?"
"We're doing rape training. But I won't train every woman myself."
Even if I stuck my dick in them, unless it was a virgin succubus pussy, humans were no different from an onahole unless they were top-tier.
"Got a question."
"Ask."
"If I lower a succubus just enough for her hole to show from below, call it the 'goddess's pussy,' and say I'll spare her if I fuck it."
"......"
"When I fuck it, is that execution-worthy?"
"......Heh."
Dalia smirked and clasped her hands.
"Whether it's a succubus pussy or your asshole, knowingly fucking something called the 'goddess's pussy' is blasphemy in itself."
"Why bring up my asshole specifically?"
"Exactly that. Claiming something that's not even real is the goddess's pussy is blasphemous enough..."
Dalia licked her lips and clenched her fist.
"But knowingly fucking what you call the goddess's pussy is blasphemy, so execution it is. Though, no matter how much you call it a pussy, anyone could tell it's a succubus."
"Ah, that."
I pointed to the wall.
"Stick it in the wall and cover it so only the pussy shows."