Chapter 40
Chapter 40
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 40
Chapter Title: Whispers of Suspicion (1)
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Originally, I had planned to establish the hierarchy through rape.
The succubi were getting pounded one after another, and their squirting juices got me so worked up that I naturally ended up thrusting into the pussy right in front of me.
One thing I can say for certain.
Vampire pussy tasted even better than a succubus's virgin pussy.
The mere fact that I completely forgot my original plan to turn Dalia into an onahole for a blowjob and jerk off into her pussy—and instead fucked her with full sincerity—proved just how incredible vampire pussy was.
So I started thinking.
What would a woman who was originally a virgin taste like after becoming a vampire?
Or, after tasting her virginity first, corrupting her into a vampire and fucking her again—what would that feel like?
'Virgins really are the best.'
Was it because I finally had some breathing room?
At first, I didn't care whether it was virgins or non-virgins. Then for a while, I got fixated on virgins only.
There's no need to be that stubborn.
The saying "a red skirt is best" starts with "if you're going to anyway"—it doesn't mean you have to skip it altogether.
If you've got the ability, why not just have both?
'Still, fucking Dalia one more time feels a bit...'
The moment I creampied Dalia, her expression had something in it that made my heart drop into my stomach.
'A woman who discovers her faith through rape.'
A madwoman who, even as she was getting fucked by men, convinced herself it was the goddess's trial and felt pleasure from it.
I was the one who turned her into that, but after witnessing it firsthand, I felt a twinge of fear about thrusting into her again.
'Especially that thing at the end—what was it? Holy Power?'
After the creampie, that red light—like mana—filling up her womb tattoo.
It was definitely something holy, yet somehow alien in its energy.
Luckily, it caused Dalia to pass out, so I ordered my secretary Lilith to clean her up.
It clearly wasn't ordinary mana.
I saw Lilith flinch when she spotted the red glow packed into Dalia's lower abdomen womb tattoo, so it had to be some special power unique to the corrupted.
'It's not like they'll make me keep fucking her later to squeeze out that power, right?'
It worried me.
If the Vampire Princess ordered me to creampie Dalia every day to produce that mana, I'd gladly obey and fill her up daily.
But if I had to do it anyway—
'Eris would be better.'
Unlike a pussy that opens only reluctantly even during rape, Eris was gradually warming up to me through our deals.
'The wall durability test is done anyway, and just watching the others fuck gets boring fast.'
Standing there idly watching other guys screw was honestly exhausting.
I couldn't even jerk off, so in the end, only one option remained.
'Train the prisoners she's way, and train Eris her way.'
Eris's training still wasn't finished.
[Meanwhile, in the underground prisoner cells.]
Creeeak.
The iron bars swung open as adventurer Kite stepped into the prisoner cell.
"........."
Kite indifferently scanned his former comrades.
Six men who had survived the Trial of Judgment unscathed—and upon returning, were getting gang-raped by succubi.
"You lot."
Knight Kite quietly opened his mouth.
"Who did you fuck?"
"......!!"
A few flinched and glanced around nervously.
Kite clearly noticed them exchanging looks.
"Speak."
Rage bubbled up inside Kite.
He couldn't be certain yet, but he had no idea how many of these six had fucked her.
"Tell me. Now. Or do I have to ask around myself?"
"C-Captain."
"You fuckers... did you screw Gentia?"
"......!!"
Kite's blatant fury.
At the very least, on the surface, it was the natural outrage of asking if they'd creampied his wife.
"N-No way!"
But one adventurer waved his hands frantically and shouted.
"How could we ever touch your wife...!"
"Y-Yeah, Captain. Calm down. We're not ungrateful traitors who would do that, right?"
"Exactly. This is those damned demons' scheme. We're in a situation where we need to stick together—there's no need to fight among ourselves."
Once one broke the ice, the other men chimed in one by one.
"Brother Kite! I'm disappointed! After all we've done for you, risking our lives, you think we'd touch your wife when our own necks are on the line?"
"Y-Yeah, there were three options to begin with..."
"I'll be honest."
The man who had gone up to the judgment platform first raised his hand and stood.
"If we get released as prisoners later, I'll confess in front of everyone and atone for my sins."
"You..."
"I raped Maria."
"......!!"
At the man's words, Kite's heart plummeted for a moment.
Was it true?
Or a lie?
Was he claiming he fucked Maria—the one in hole number two—to cover up raping the priestess and abandoning his faith in the goddess?
Or—
"......Thanks for being honest."
Kite decided to believe him.
"There's no way you guys touched Gentia. Right? After all the time we've spent as comrades."
He wanted to believe it.
No—he didn't want to consider the alternative.
"...Sorry to Maria, but we can't abandon our faith in the goddess. We're humans."
Kite clasped his hands in prayer.
"We'll overcome this crisis together. Even if the Demon King's army whispers temptations that shake us momentarily, we'll hold firm to our true selves and protect justice."
At Kite's devout prayer, the other adventurer comrades clasped their hands and prayed as well.
However.
Beneath the surface, the men exchanging glances merely swallowed hard.
And even knowing that, Kite deliberately looked away.
The truth.
Only the demons knew it.
And even that truth—whether it was real or not—was unknowable.
All Kite and the adventurers knew was one fact.
Which pussy they had fucked.
Whether they knew whose pussy it was when they raped it.
That was it.
The second morning dawned since the decision to train the seven men and two women prisoners.
By now, the prisoners were probably eating breakfast, waiting for today's judgment.
"Eris."
"........."
I called Eris first thing in the morning.
She was still in her prison garb, but thanks to the shower in her private cell, she looked pristine as she sat across from me to share breakfast.
"What's wrong?"
"........."
"Is it what I said earlier bothering you?"
"Isn't it... obvious?"
Eris scowled and gripped her knife tightly.
"You're going to rape me in front of the adventurer prisoners from Gilbert Baron's territory?"
"It's not rape—it's sex."
"Same difference!"
No, it's not.
Rape is fucking without consent, while sex is a broader term for sexual activity—but
"Don't want to have sex with me? Can't be helped then."
"......What?"
I lightly brushed her off once, and Eris panicked, clearly caught off guard, setting her knife down.
"I-Is that so? I see."
"........."
Yesterday.
All day, I hadn't laid a hand on Eris.
I hadn't gotten a report on what she did alone in her cell, but her reaction told me everything.
"Eris. Is sex embarrassing for you?"
"........."
Eris nodded slightly, as if wondering why I was asking something so obvious.
"Sex is the symbol of our deal. Right?"
"Sex... is a symbol of the deal?"
"Of course. To deal with Albathea County, I had sex with you."
It was a logical leap.
Utter nonsense logically.
"But if you refuse sex with me, I'll have to solve it my way."
But in the training room, the trainer's word was law and truth.
"Guess I'll have to deal with some other noble instead of Albathea County."
"......!!"
I calmly sipped from my glass, acting like Eris meant nothing to me.
"Gilbert Baron's house is a shame to lose, but I know a few places, so no choice but to go there."
"You're... ending the deal?"
"If we're dealing, we should commit properly. Showing this kind of unreliability leaves me disappointed, doesn't it?"
"...Hah, but..."
Eris placed her hands on her thighs, fidgeting with her fingers.
"N-No matter that they're prisoners, they're people who know me..."
"Ah, that's what you're worried about?"
As expected.
Eris was afraid the other prisoners would discover her identity.
"Then we just make sure they don't find out."
"...What are you planning?"
"Sex is fine as long as your identity doesn't get exposed, right?"
"No, it's..."
"No?"
"........."
Eris bit her lower lip and clamped her mouth shut.
"Good, that's the right attitude."
I stood up and had Lilith bring out the item I'd prepared in advance.
"What's... that?"
"One of the training tools used in the training room. To be honest, it's more of a torture device than a training tool."
Clank, clank.
"A mask helmet."
".......!!"
A helmet similar to the one I'd worn yesterday, covering the entire face, was placed on the table.
"Y-You want me to wear... that?"
"Yeah. But it's not just wearing it..."
I pointed below her neck.
"Just this."
"......What?"
"As long as your identity isn't revealed, right?"
I tapped the mask and eyed Eris up and down.
"As long as she don't realize the naked prisoner getting fucked by me is Eris Albathea, it should be fine."
Nude humiliation play is the basics of training.