Chapter 4
Chapter 4
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 4
Chapter Title: Human Disqualified? Rape Demon Approved (3)
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Virgin or non-virgin.
A critically important question, but right now, what matters most to me is their answers.
"I'm asking. You gonna answer or not? Are your hands just decorations? Huh?"
I'm demanding their "truthfulness," not their virginity, in an aggressive, threatening tone.
'Truthfulness is key if I want to survive.'
Humans will do anything to stay alive.
Just like I'm trying to corrupt fellow humans into demons through rape training, those targets can do anything as well.
For instance, betraying me right before they fall.
- "Ahhng, Trainer's cock is so amazing! I'll become a demon, give up being human and turn demon, so pound me harder!!"
Beings who crumble into females and submit before my cock.
- "I can train better than that trainer. Kill that guy and make me the trainer. Women know women best."
Even in front of the Vampire Princess, she could spout something like that just shy of corruption.
No matter how well I can gauge she's mental breakdown and sexual depravity through the Succubus Secretary's Womb Tattoo.
'I absolutely can't trust them.'
All the humans I've seen so far—especially after dropping into this world—have been like that.
They'll do anything to survive, and lying is par for the course.
"If you want to live, act honestly."
"......."
One of the four hesitant women cautiously raises both hands.
The Female Thief.
She's clenching her thighs together and hanging her head low, doing her utmost not to let the handcuffs rattle.
"Anyone else? No hands, and I'll take it as virgin."
No one else moves.
Probably one of two possibilities.
Thinking they might get killed if they're non-virgins.
The thief mustered the courage to confess she's a non-virgin, but pretending to be one when you're not likely means they see non-virgin as a bigger weakness than virgin.
I want to call them out—lying about being a virgin even when your life's on the line?—but that kind of scorn won't help the training.
'What matters is the latter.'
Or refusing to obey me, the demons' frontman.
The former's a common human failing, so some leeway there, but the latter spells big trouble for the training ahead.
In that case, time for an example.
"Hey, Priest."
The Female Priest flinches at my call.
"Priest, you've had sex before."
"......!!"
The priest writhes violently.
"I saw you getting tag-teamed 2-to-1 by those mercenary geezers. Where do you get off lying?"
The chains clash and rattle, echoing through the training room.
"Face. Peel it off."
"Yes."
The secretary snaps her fingers at my order.
Soon, other suited succubi enter under her magic command and yank off the Female Priest's hood.
"Mmph, mmph!"
Was some spell on it too? The bag-like hood comes off, and she immediately starts making noise.
Her light pink hair is a mess, a gag stuffed in her mouth muffling her speech, but those glaring crimson eyes say it all.
"What. Curious how I ended up as the demons' frontman? Or you think I infiltrated the humans from the start? Haha..."
Imagine away.
"Think whatever the fuck you want. Doesn't matter what I am—what matters is I'm the one interrogating you right now, and you didn't raise your hand even though you've already fucked."
"......."
"You lied, huh? Still not raising that hand."
Even chained up, they could lift a hand over their head, just like the thief did.
"Secretary. Those male mercenaries still alive?"
"Yes."
"Send her over. Tell 'em, 'Last pussy you can fuck before you're executed as orc chow.'"
"......."
The Succubus Secretary smirks, one eyebrow arched.
"Handling it right away. Girls? Drag this bitch to the men's room."
"Yes."
The succubi subordinates seem fine with it.
No clue from what angle, but they apparently like my pitch.
'Probably exactly for that reason.'
The last woman these humans get to fuck.
Like serving a death row inmate a feast before the axe still falls.
"Mmph, mmph!!"
The priest resists wildly, thrashing about.
"Mmph, mmph, aaah!! Aaaaah!!!"
But I know from experience—these handcuffs are magic items that suppress stamina and mana to the absolute limit, weakening the wearer.
I learned that the hard way when the first guy figured it out, slipped his, slapped them on a guard to escape, and got killed on the spot.
Aaah—
Her screams gradually die down.
"Good. One dishonest bitch gone. Now, what to do with the remaining three..."
Three.
Down from four.
One of my lifelines just vanished.
'Three left.'
Not just for them—my life too.
"Secretary. Show me all three faces."
"Removing them. One sec."
The Succubus Secretary snaps her fingers, and the bags over the three heads are yanked back and vanish.
Black bob-cut Female Warrior.
Blonde gray-eyed Female Knight.
Green-haired purple-eyed Female Thief.
One thing I've noticed since coming to this world: hair colors and iris shades are wildly unique.
"So, shall we have a more heartfelt chat?"
I've only just buttoned the first one.
"Let's talk straight. You've got two options. One: become the communal cumdump for me and the demons here. Two: just die."
"......!!"
All three go wide-eyed at my words.
"Ah, 'communal cumdump' sound off? Sex slave. Human fucktoys."
"Mmph!!"
The black bob-cut Female Warrior twists like she wants to say something.
"Secretary. Ungag her."
"Yes."
The gag comes off, and—
"You fucking bastard!! How can one human do this to others! You're not even human!!"
The warrior unleashes a torrent of abuse at me.
"Ah, yeah?"
I saunter over to the warrior and grab her waistband nice and slow.
"First off, let's check one thing."
"Don't touch a demon's filthy front!"
"Your pussy."
I slide my hand under her ragged prisoner rags.
Rip the panties off in one go and shove fingers into that jungle bush to inspect.
"You trash bastard, ngh, how... dare...!"
"What. Think a lowly porter like you shouldn't be handled this way?"
Bit of backstory: this woman and I go way back, bad blood.
"Should've aired that grievance before we got in here. Oh, wait—we did?"
"Shut it! Ugh...?!"
Nothing special.
Outside the dungeon, she was a somewhat famous warrior, and I was just a worthless porter.
"Humiliating having a foot-mat reject like me finger-bang your pussy? Sucks for you—it's already soaking wet."
Sh-shut... up...!
"The one that needs shutting is your mouth."
I yank her panties down rough, then drop my own pants.
"!!"
The Female Warrior's eyes bulge.
The Female Knight looks away but steals glances, while the Female Thief gapes in horror.
"Heh."
Can't see the Succubus Secretary's face, but she's scribbling away with an amused scratch-scratch.
Probably jotting: 'Trainer dropped pants and whipped out cock.'
St-stop...! Y-you don't mean—
And the follow-up—
Squelch.
"Guh?!"
"What do you know—you're a liar."
I slam my cock in. No blood.
"Not even a virgin, pretending like a pure one? Know what we call that? Breedable slut. Breedable slut."
And I'm the breedable bastard surviving off their lives.
"Fuck, sticking my dick in trash like you."
I pull right out.
Only scorching-hot pussy juice coating it—no blood.
"No hymen blood, yet acting the virgin. You don't deserve a last supper."
I wipe the juice off my cock with my hand and smear it all over the Female Warrior's body.
"Orcs or goblins?"
"Wh-what...?"
"Nah, some of 'em love railing human bitches."
"W-wait. Hold up."
Her venomous glare softens.
Tone gets polite, eyes desperate.
"J-just... a joke, right?"
"Joking my ass. Time's up. I'm busy. Secretary—got any guys itching for human pussy right now?"
Dump the warrior too.
Two left, but I can sacrifice her to cozy up to the demons.
"Hm."
The Succubus Secretary strokes her chin with long fingers, then flashes a grin and holds up two.
"Both available. Call 'em both?"
Forcing my hand again.
If I pick in this spot, the whole training's fucked.
Then her sharp nails'd just sever my throat.
The trainer gig keeps me breathing, but lose it and I'm dead.
"Perfect. Pussy ain't the only hole on a woman."
"...Pfft!"
"Huh?"
The Succubus Secretary bursts out laughing.
"Ah, nothing. Ahem. Sorry."
"......."
She into this vibe?
Can't survive on sex jokes alone—I need results.
"Sending them over."
"...Nah. Tell 'em to come get her themselves."
"Hehe. Please hold."
"Wait! Hold on! You're not serious—"
Clank.
Door swings open. A hulking demon lumbers in.
"Grrr."
"Trainer's orders. This bitch is 'disposed.'"
"Grk?"
"Do whatever. Out."
Secretary issues the command, and the orc—straight out of some hentai game—beams at me like it's Christmas.
"Hm."
"N-no! Wait! I-I'm good at sex! I'll suck your cock, please—mmph?!"
She's clawing at my ankle from the floor, but the orc hauls her off like trash and drags her out of the training room.
"Whew."
The room stinks of orc passage.
I could get dragged out like a dog and croak too, but that terror hits the other two way harder.
"Now... just two left, huh?"
My lifeline: two.
"Don't wanna get hauled off by orcs to die? Better play nice."
My survival rides on these two.
Even so.
If the training flops and I go down.
'Least I can go out balls-deep in a virgin creampie fuck, right?'
Gulp.
I turn my eyes to the Female Knight.