Chapter 50
Chapter 50
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 50
Chapter Title: Widow Vampire (1)
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I'd been terribly tense, fearing the Vampire Princess might kill me, but fortunately, nothing of the sort happened.
"Trainer Azazel. It's about time for the cocoon to hatch."
Instead, she calmly twisted the chair's direction with magic and extended her hand toward me, as if showing off the cocoon.
'What is this?'
Was this woman planning to brush off my death-defying shout with a casual "I see"?
'Some of us were ready to actually die and come back to life.'
The pain of death is felt in full.
Even if regression is a weapon, I don't use it often not because death is trivial, but because the agony is all too real.
It'd be better if my head were just lopped off in one go.
Last time I drank poison from that wine glass, my hand shook like crazy.
Supply soldier Natalie was spared because she was a virgin succubus; if she hadn't been, she'd be a corpse by now.
That's why I'd braced for death this time too.
Yet despite my resolve, the Vampire Princess showed no particular reaction.
'Is this what real vampires are like?'
Is that it?
Even as a human, she assumes it's natural for men to lust after her and want to sleep with her?
'Pretty girls know they're pretty.'
This woman lives up to her looks.
'Well, if she blushed and gave in easily to a little sexual appeal, the world wouldn't be so tough.'
If she were the type to spread her legs just because I was a good trainer and corrupted a few, she'd have let me have her from the start.
'That's why I like her even more.'
I love how she doesn't recklessly throw herself at me but boldly backs off even when I shout about sex.
'As the legion's leader, she needs that gravitas.'
Even if her breasts are heavy and her body light, a leader needs that weightiness.
'And that's what makes the challenge exciting.'
Spreading her legs too easily for anyone would mean she's offering her pussy to other males too.
Thank goodness that's not the case.
At least I don't have to think "no way a slut like her is a virgin," and can entertain the possibility that she might be.
Schrödinger's virgin.
You can't tell if she's virgin or non-virgin until you stick it in, but the fact that no rumors circulate about her bedding other males makes her worth pursuing.
"Behold, Trainer."
And didn't she say it?
There would be rewards commensurate with the achievements.
What if I achieved enough that the Vampire Princess herself thought, "This guy's performance warrants a night with me"?
What if my results were so stellar that she mused, "For a man with this talent and track record, giving up my virginity might be fine"?
'It could happen.'
If I think of the Vampire Legion as a company, the Vampire Princess is the CEO.
I'm the team leader and employee handling the trainer team's vampire mass-production project.
When an employee racks up results and demands something the boss wants...
-I'd like to have a one-night stand with you, boss.
...some bosses might see it as a male smitten by their charms and brush it off.
But what if...
-I want half the company's shares, boss.
Then it's game over. Not just fired—straight to the abyss for insolence.
So.
"Master."
"What is it?"
"Though I haven't been a trainer here long, in the past three weeks, I've produced two corrupted ones."
"You want a reward?"
"No. I want a goal."
As the team leader in charge of the vampire mass-production project, I can now boldly demand this from the Vampire Princess.
"By turning a goddess-worshipping priest into a vampire, I've proven my qualifications as a trainer to you, Princess. You've formally recognized prisoner-me as a trainer and branded me with your symbol here."
"And?"
That's the signal to keep going.
"Now, with a second vampire born, I've shown my training isn't a fluke. Though methods differ, I've given you confidence I'll keep producing vampires."
"So?"
"How far should I go?"
"How far, you say."
The Vampire Princess smacked her lips, clearly pleased.
"You seem like the type who'd produce results on your own if left alone."
"Give me a specific target, and I'll strive even harder to exceed it."
Originally, you shouldn't excel from the start.
superiors might take the results you bled for as the baseline and demand the same every time.
That's human nature.
But the Vampire Princess is different.
"Telling you to produce X corrupted by Y date might just shackle the inspiration of someone like you."
The Vampire Princess isn't the type to count individual trees—she sees the whole forest, and more.
"Until every woman on this land becomes a vampire. Would that be too vague a goal?"
"Shall we turn the entire human race into vampires?"
"That wouldn't be bad either. Don't stop training until the whole world is vampires."
Cover the world in vampires.
Her goals and ideals clearly transcend being just one legion in the Demon King's army.
"But simply saying 'do your best' could lead to slacking, so I should set an immediate target."
The Vampire Princess spread out one hand wide.
"Five."
"......."
"Make five vampires. Virgin or non-virgin, doesn't matter. Just make them vampires like that one..."
Tssseeeak.
The blood-red cocoon split open left and right, and a naked woman with white hair, red eyes, and a short hairstyle slowly emerged.
"...and have them pledge loyalty to me."
"......I greet you, Master."
Vampire Gentia.
As she knelt on one knee before the Vampire Princess and bowed her head, the Princess reached out toward her.
Shaaa.
Red magic poured from the Vampire Princess's hand, soon draping Gentia's body in a black dress.
She looked just like a noble widow whose husband had died.
"I have one expectation of you."
"Command me."
"Kill what you wish to kill. Under the Trainer."
"I shall obey."
Gentia had been reborn like a widow spider.
As if shedding her former human self entirely and embracing her new vampire identity.
"Oh, and."
The Vampire Princess grinned and placed a hand on Gentia's shoulder.
"I've left authority over your pussy to that trainer there, so work it out with him yourselves."
"......."
Even as her pussy was discussed, Gentia said nothing.
"I look forward to meeting here again. Trainer."
Sarahk.
The Vampire Princess spread her wings and departed.
Suddenly, only Gentia and I remained in the ritual chamber, and I awkwardly scratched the back of my neck.
"Hey, Gentia."
"......."
"Though the Vampire Princess said that, to avoid misunderstandings, let me clarify. The bit about authority over your pussy..."
"You gonna fuck me?"
Gentia asked flatly.
"If it's rape, do it gently so it doesn't hurt."
"......."
"What's with that look?"
"Nothing. Just."
Was it my imagination?
"I was thinking vampires all start talking so elegantly."
"......."
"To be clearer, what she meant was mostly to prevent other units from hassling you over your pussy."
"My pussy?"
"Yeah. It's like you're under her protection by authority, so no one else can just fuck your body willy-nilly."
"Who's fucking me."
Gentia gave a bitter smile.
Given that her trigger for abandoning humanity was being abandoned by her husband, her self-esteem seemed pretty low.
"...Seeing you now, maybe I should've spared Kite."
"What?"
Her eyes flashed, and she bared her teeth at me.
"What did you just say...!"
"I should've kept that bastard alive, tied him up, and fucked you right in front of him."
"......What?"
"Exactly that."
I approached cautiously and faced Gentia.
"Show him how the woman he rejected was reborn as such a beautiful vampire, make him experience firsthand that he'll never fuck her again, then kill him."
"......Ha."
Gentia glanced down at my crotch, chuckled, and pushed me away.
"If you wanna pounce, just rape me."
"No."
"You're talking like I'd fuck you right away if I said I wanted sex..."
"I would."
"......."
"At least I'm confident I'd make a better husband than your ex."
"...Pfft."
Gentia laughed at me.
"Not treating me like a cocksleeve instead of a wife?"
"......."
"You can stick it in later if needed. Master's command allows it, and while I'd refuse other men, I could with you. But..."
"But?"
"First, I need some blood."
Gentia bared her fangs in a grin.
"Where's that bitch Maria?"