Chapter 42
Chapter 42
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 42
Chapter Title: Whispers of Doubt (3)
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The first prisoner stepped in.
His face was tense with nerves as he entered the training room's wall-pussy chamber, but even as he faltered at the more blatant changes from yesterday—
Squelch.
He shoved his cock into Gentia's pussy.
Yesterday, he'd thrust in with a face full of tension, but today he seemed almost relaxed about it, taking his time up to the insertion.
"......"
The one actually getting fucked was a succubus, but Gentia, seated opposite, wore an expression of utter humiliation, as if it were her own hole being plundered.
She probably never imagined the first guy on day two would pick her.
"Looks like this means I win our bet, right?"
"Not... yet."
Gentia's resolve hadn't broken.
Whether she trusted her men or just had too much pride to admit defeat, who knew.
Squelch.
The man came faster than expected.
Part of it was surely the succubus pussy clenching tighter than anticipated, but he treated the real hole like a disposable onahole, pounding away until he blew his load and pulled out quick.
"Hmm...?"
Just like Kite on day one yesterday.
Forced into rape and creampie, yet acting like the creampie was his ticket to survival.
"......"
I leisurely enjoyed Eris's massive tits while keeping a sharp eye on the scene.
I had my suspicions.
'The captain's influence is still holding strong.'
Captain Kite.
There was one thing he could still control.
Handcuffed with magic restraints, unable to muster strength or wield a sword, but his rank alone let him command his subordinates.
Creeeak.
The door opened, and the first man left.
"Mm..."
Succubus No.1 tilted her head, looking somewhat dissatisfied.
"What's up?"
"No, it's just... it feels different from yesterday."
Succubi No.2 and No.3 were new from yesterday, but at my request, No.1 stayed in the same hole, spreading her pussy just like before.
"We switched up the order."
"No, not that."
"Then what?"
"The cock from the fifth guy yesterday—it didn't make him cum this easy..."
"You can tell guys apart by their dicks without seeing their faces?"
"We're succubi."
Even for a succubus, that seemed iffy, but—
"To be honest, for low-rank succubi like us, dicks are more reliable than faces for telling them apart..."
"......"
What could I say if the cock sommelier said so?
Succubi were the real experts on dicks, not me, so I had to take her word for it.
In that case.
Especially because of that.
"He came quicker than expected."
I was now certain of one possibility.
"Gentia. Seems your husband's controlling their cum timing."
"What?"
"If they want creampies, he's probably ordered them to bust quick and get out."
All conversations inside the prison were monitored.
More precisely, my underlings pretended not to listen but reported the gist of what was said.
"Sneaky little shit. Acting like a captain."
"......"
No verbal orders? Then maybe hand signals.
"Nothing's more bullshit than a man controlling another man's dick game. Especially when it's another dude—a superior no less. Man, that must suck."
And it pissed me off too.
"Humans can't be given an inch. You show 'em a little slack, and they start scheming to twist everything in their favor."
Typical human behavior.
But I was the Demon King's side, nearly falling for he's tricks.
"Bring in the next one."
The second prisoner entered.
He was the first one from yesterday, stepping in a bit more familiar but still hesitant.
Of course, the succubus pussies were spotless.
No traces of the previous user, impossible to tell who'd creampied where.
"......"
The man was searching for something.
Glancing between No.1 and No.2, hunting for a clue.
'He noticed?'
Did he spot that No.2 pussy didn't match his memory?
Or—
Squelch.
He hesitated but still thrust into No.1.
Just like before, a few quick pumps, then he came even faster than yesterday and pulled out.
"Hmm."
Time to cum: four minutes.
Even accounting for nerves making him blow early, it was suspiciously short.
"Um, excuse me."
The second guy timidly raised his hand.
"I-If it's not too much trouble, c-could I touch that ass once?"
The man pointed at the succubus ass he hadn't fucked.
"Trainer."
"Yeah. Tell him it's fine, but no fucking."
"Th-Thank you."
The second prisoner cautiously reached for No.2 pussy.
Squeeze.
He gripped the ass hard.
Maria, the No.2 girl beside me, trembled but no one paid her any mind.
He'd only grabbed the ass tight.
"Thank you."
The second man quietly left.
I pulled out of Eris's mouth mid-blowjob, then inspected No.2 succubus's ass.
"Ha."
Look at these bastards.
"Not just cum control—they even left marks?"
"Trainer?"
"Secretary. What do you see here?"
"Just a hard grab on the ass..."
"Nail marks."
Pretending to grope, he'd scratched a mark with his nails.
"This is usually code for 'I creampied this one.'"
Definitely controlled.
"Gentia. Your husband's still playing captain from his cell."
"......"
"Telling 'em to cum quick, mark who they 'fucked.' But... he didn't count on me playing along for his men's convenience."
"......"
Gentia stayed silent.
"Let's watch and see. Same deal for the rest."
I slipped back behind the wall and shoved my cock in Eris's face.
Creeeak.
The door opened for the next guy, but—
"Uh... Maria's ass..."
Same as before: cock in No.1, mark on No.2 ass.
The sixth man left.
No.2 pussy—Maria's ass—now bore six thumb-nail marks pressed deep.
They faded a bit over time, but six fresh scratches in quick succession stayed vivid.
And the seventh.
"......"
Kite stood before Maria's ass today too, not Gentia's.
He moved to shove his cock in, scanning Maria's pussy left and right for something.
Spotting the marks his men left—
Smirk.
He twisted his lips, slammed in, and came.
Blind to the fact that I'd deliberately carved those exact marks into Maria's ass to match the succubus, he wildly raped her, bucking his hips.
"That do it?"
"Go back. Your loyalty's confirmed."
Seven creampies.
Unlike what they'd plotted in prison, Gentia got six creampies today too—in reality.
"Gentia stays. You, back to your room."
I sent the chosen No.2 girl, Maria, back to her room.
She slipped away teary-eyed, sneaking glances at Gentia.
No words exchanged.
I'd never allowed her to speak, and the mask stayed on anyway.
"And you—spread your pussy and mount me."
"Eek...?!"
Eris startled, trying to back away, but I set a chair before Gentia and sat Eris facing her.
Not face-to-face cowgirl today—reverse, ass toward me.
Eris now faced Gentia directly, but the mask hid her identity.
Instead, her prison garb left the lewd sight of my cock spearing her hole in plain view.
"Ah, nngh, uhnngh...!!"
Her most private, shameful spot impaled on cock for Gentia to see—but as Eris arched back over my shoulder, trembling, a hint of relief washed over her.
"Gentia."
I caressed Eris's body from behind, locking eyes with Gentia.
"Do you know why you're the one still getting fucked?"
She wasn't actually—but her men had already passed her around.
"Not curious why they pick you over the girl beside you?"
"......Why."
Gentia bit.
"Why?"
She had to wonder.
Was her paranoia right, or just delusion?
"What, you think they're just venting grudges on Kite's wife Gentia's pussy? Even today?"
"......"
"Or yesterday's pussy felt too good, so they wanna taste it again? Maybe."
But they all came too damn quick and bailed.
"Ever think...?"
"Think... what?"
"That Kite's allowing it."
"......What?"
Gentia's face twisted.
"Think about it. That man—yesterday and today—always comes last and skips you."
"Th-That's..."
"Common sense says not all six men are loyal. Obvious, right? When they don't blindly obey in here, he has to suspect."
Lives on the line—natural.
'These fuckers... did they stick it in my wife?'
"Th-That's..."
"Started pissed, sure. But over time, he figures 'playing dumb' benefits him."
"Playing... dumb?"
"Yeah. Pretending not to know."
Gentia's pupils quaked wide.
"Not the husband raging at the guy who fucked his wife—instead, the captain who trusts his men won't fuck her."
I toyed with Eris's clit, flaunting my cock.
"Or maybe he's a perv who jerks off to his wife getting railed by others?"
"......!"
"Likes watching random dudes creampie her or some shit?"
"N-No!! He's not...!"
"Oh?"
Genuine reaction.
If he had NTR tastes, training would've gone a whole different route—
"Got it, then. Answer's clear."
If Kite wasn't the type thrilled by his girl getting passed around—
"Even if it's the same whore pussy, he won't pick one that used to be his but got creampied by others."
Kite choosing Maria two days straight? Only reason.
"You're abandoned. By your husband."
"......!!"
"Started as suspicion, now it's certainty. He's no idiot."
No matter the marks.
"Even cleaned spotless, no moron fails to tell a pussy creampied six times straight."
The succubi's skin was pale white, and faint creampie traces lingered on the floor.