Chapter 41
Chapter 41
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 41
Chapter Title: Suspicion's Dark Ears (2)
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Training doesn't have to be limited to one person at a time.
Just because I was betting against Gentia didn't mean I had to leave Eris to pitifully masturbate alone to relieve her pent-up lust.
'I've got the system in place now. Can't I just let it run on auto from here?'
The ideological vetting of the prisoners through glory hole gangbangs from behind the wall had run once yesterday. All I had to do was tell my subordinates to follow my lead exactly, and it would proceed automatically.
Just like here in the training room.
No different from yesterday.
Of course, there were a few minor changes.
One.
"The number of succubus volunteers has increased?"
"Yes."
This system was surprisingly popular among the low-rank succubi.
"I thought they hated it because getting raped by humans was humiliating."
"They said there was some novel thrill to it since no one found out they were succubi."
All three succubi must have shared their satisfaction with those around them.
"Personally, it looks like slacking off to me."
"Slacking off?"
"Normally, when they're not absorbing essence, they're put to work expanding the dungeon. Instead of slamming pickaxes into the ground, they're getting slammed by cocks. From their perspective, what better public service could there be?"
"......."
Ah!
I got it.
I hadn't known they were physically expanding the dungeon by making succubi wield pickaxes, but that made their demand surge even clearer.
"I see. Well, as long as the succubi volunteering for the training room cooperate, it's all good for me."
Public opinion in the legion matters.
At least one of them might notice and mention any plot to kill me.
"By the way, Trainer. Aren't you calling Dalia?"
"Only if there's someone who's abandoned their faith. Why?"
"No. Nothing."
Lilith tilted her head as she glanced at the empty chair number three.
'From the way she's acting, that power from yesterday wasn't anything special after all?'
Maybe it was just shocking that the vampire priestess had climaxed so intensely her eyes rolled back.
If so, it might seem odd that Dalia wasn't here today.
"Chair three has a succubus pussy, but no Dalia. Instead, I'm taking that seat."
Change number two.
"I've been sitting around just watching, and it's making me antsy. I figured I'd get some sex while keeping an eye on the prisoners choosing their pussies."
"So that's... what that is."
Lilith gulped and pointed at the prisoner I was leading in by the chain attached to her neck.
"......Her, right?"
"You could say that."
She wore a helmet over her face and nothing but a prisoner's garb, but this woman was Eris.
'I originally planned to drag her in naked except for the helmet.'
But she'd begged me not to make her go fully nude, so I'd brought her here clothed in exchange for another deal.
"She's my exclusive pussy for the day, responsible for servicing my cock. Right, pussy?"
"......."
Eris nodded heavily.
A flicker of murderous intent flashed in her eyes peeking through the helmet, but at the same time, she was clearly aware of the prisoners sitting opposite the women already impaled on cocks.
'She must recognize someone.'
Adventurers from Baron Gilbert's territory.
Some had probably come to rescue Eris specifically.
Even if Eris didn't know her, there could be women who knew her.
That's why she was obediently following me now, doing her best to hide her identity.
"Then let's relax and enjoy some service while we chat."
I sat in chair three, dropped my pants, and pulled out my cock.
"Service it."
"......."
Eris silently knelt before me.
Her face was still hidden by the helmet and mask, but she reached up with her slender hands and gently gripped my cock.
Handjob.
She'd felt my cock inside her pussy countless times before, but today, Eris would discover the joy of servicing it with her hands.
What joy is there in a handjob?
She'd learn that herself as she did it.
'Handjobs are just foreplay for pounding her later anyway.'
I hadn't brought Eris here just to get handjobs while the seven men creampied others.
I planned to creampie her too and have my fun.
So.
"Shall we leisurely enjoy her service and continue yesterday's bet, Miss Gentia?"
"......."
As Eris serviced my cock on her own under the auto-training protocol, I turned my eyes to Gentia, who sat demurely in her prison garb on her chair.
"Same conditions as yesterday. I'll vet the prisoners. Positions unchanged, terms the same."
"......."
"I even gave you an advantage in our bet out of consideration."
"......Indeed."
Gentia spoke up.
"You said... to give clear information so they know exactly which woman is getting raped beyond the wall."
Gentia spoke politely, gauging my reaction.
I felt her glance at my erect cock but pretended not to notice and clapped my hands.
"Right. You said if they had clearer info on whose pussy they were fucking, they'd make more definite choices."
Clap.
"Secretary. Show Gentia the front of the wall directly. The new feature on this wall today."
The third change to the glory hole wall.
"...What, the fuck?"
Gentia spat curses at the sight of something prettily hung above the pussy hole.
"Wh-what the hell is this...!"
"What? It's just making it crystal clear whose pussy they're fucking."
No need for us to look if we don't want to.
The item I'd prepared was perfectly implemented in Lilith's hands.
"Even used magic for it. Shouldn't you be grateful?"
Above each embedded pussy.
Right in the fucker's line of sight for instant recognition, I'd hung portraits of the owners on the wall.
Magical portraits.
Reflected perfectly on wide oval mirrors like printed photos.
Not changing like real photos, but I'd only placed human forms of Gentia, Maria, and the succubus who looked somewhat priestess-like among them.
"Now they can kindly see exactly whose pussy they're fucking."
Gentia had come today full of high hopes.
It would be different from yesterday.
In truth, it was different from yesterday.
Even though her own face was blatantly displayed above the pussy hole, it was just an extreme likeness—a portrait—so she wasn't worried about her expression giving her away.
Not as long as no one realized the woman lying in hole one right now wasn't her.
And above all, she feared her unconscious feelings toward her husband—who'd made one wrong choice due to that loathsome trainer's schemes—might slip out.
"......."
Gentia fiddled with the empty ring finger on her left hand.
Though all her jewelry had been stripped when captured as a prisoner, the mark of a married woman lingered deeply on that finger.
Her husband Kite was the same.
Though yesterday—
"Ugh, ughhh...."
"......."
Her comrade Maria bit her lower lip, her body trembling.
Gentia hadn't been able to comfort her yesterday since they weren't in the same space, and even now, Maria had a gag in her mouth, unable to speak.
Yesterday.
Maria had been raped.
By none other than Gentia's own husband, Kite.
"......."
The trainer raping her? That was understandable.
The bastard getting his cock serviced by another female prisoner over there was a Demon King's minion and a traitor to humanity.
Other adventurers raping? That too could happen.
If the choices were only sister-in-law fucking or priestess fucking, fine—but with comrade fucking in between, who'd pick otherwise?
Or so Gentia thought.
What did Maria think?
Was she relieved not to be chosen six times in a row? Or filled with the sting of not being picked as a woman?
And then getting raped by Kite at the end—what did she make of that?
No time to ask.
"The first subject for judgment enters."
With the succubus secretary's words, one prisoner entered.
The order seemed different from yesterday—the fifth man who'd chosen her stood before the wall.
"Gentia. Can you see?"
The trainer getting his cock serviced sneered and pointed forward.
"Thanks to capable succubi casting spells, conversations from this side—right in front of these chairs—don't reach them beyond the wall."
The trainer knocked on the air like a door, and it rippled like a barrier of mist.
"And one more thing. From here, we can see them perfectly."
He snapped his fingers, and the wooden wall ahead turned fully transparent, as if the wood had vanished.
"Magic for the win."
The trainer grinned happily and pointed ahead.
"You. You're hoping he'll make a different choice from yesterday, right?"
"......."
Gentia held her tongue, but she nodded slightly despite herself.
"Too bad."
The man headed for hole one.
"Looks like they betrayed Kite and decided to fuck you instead."
"......."
"But your husband seems clueless that you're getting rave reviews from my men."
"Wh-what...?"
"Men are all the same, full of lies."
The trainer continued with a beaming smile.
"In front of Kite, they said they fucked not you, but hole two—Maria."
"......!!"
"And Kite..."
No.
She tried to block her ears, feeling something about to crumble at those trailing words—but
"Of course, he said he shoved his cock into his own wife."
At those words.
Gentia felt something she'd been tightly clutching inside her snap.