Chapter 8
Chapter 8
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 8
Chapter Title: Where is the Survival Route? (1)
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There’s this thing called sage time.
Masturbation, creampie, whatever—once you cum, your mind clears up, and you suddenly start making rational judgments. It’s that moment everyone’s experienced, men and women alike: the calm and exhaustion washing over you after an intense climax and pleasure.
At that time, especially for men, rationality kicks in hard.
With that momentary lust sated, you’re not just driven by base urges anymore. You make more realistic, intellectual decisions.
What am I saying?
Right now, I’m extremely clear-headed.
‘Regression?’
I regressed.
I was definitely killed.
Yet here I am, alive.
It hadn’t even been 20 minutes, but I’d clearly ‘rewound’.
"What’s wrong?"
With the Succubus Secretary who’d thrown herself in harm’s way to protect me—the one who’d been killed right alongside me.
"...No, seeing her like this is a bit disorienting."
I pointed at Lady Knight Eris as calmly as I could.
"Are virgins normally like this? Or was it the womb tattoo helping out? I’ve never seen a woman cum this hard and pass out so easily."
"There is a spell to amplify sensitivity several times over, but I didn’t cast anything like that."
There is?
"Purely with your Trainer techniques, you sent this lady knight straight to heaven. Hehe, shall I help you clean up?"
"Clean up what?"
"This, of course."
The Succubus Secretary handed me a handkerchief while eyeing my crotch.
"Leaving it like that looks unsightly, doesn’t it?"
"......."
Last time, I took the handkerchief and wiped my sweat.
But this time, the Succubus Secretary was handing it over to wipe my dick, not sweat.
"Ah, sure thing."
I took the handkerchief and wiped my dick clean—
"......."
"What’s wrong?"
"Nah. Feels a bit early to wipe it off just yet."
I took the handkerchief, folded it neatly, and placed it gently at the foot of the bed.
"Gonna fire one more round."
"Pardon?"
"Not enough yet."
Lust surges up again.
Blood rushes back into my dick, which had softened a touch after the first load.
"Oh my."
The Succubus Secretary looks surprised.
She must be shocked at how quickly I’m recovering.
"Sorry about that. Hehe, you must’ve been starving."
"Something like that."
It hardened fast, sure, but this isn’t just lust.
It’s survival instinct.
I don’t know what’ll hit me in 30 minutes, but this is emergency prep for whatever might come.
"Secretary."
"Yes, Trainer?"
"Can you check the prison cells?"
"The... inside?"
"Yeah. The priestess and the warrior."
As I said that, I straightened the fainted lady knight’s legs into a line, climbed on top, and slid my dick back in.
"I want to see how they’re doing."
"Remote magic for a live feed? Or should I bring them here...?"
"No. Just show me."
I pointed at the fainted lady knight and the thief still standing motionless.
"What happens the moment we step out of this training room."
"...Hehe, got it. I’ll show you right away."
The Succubus Secretary probably thinks this is part of the training.
Truth is, it’s for me to see.
‘That knight who killed me was definitely in the prison.’
About 16 minutes from now, the door to this room gets smashed, and the training room gets raided.
So.
‘Plenty of time.’
No leeway to handle things one by one.
Multitask, maximize efficiency.
One: Manage the prison.
Can’t confirm until the Succubus Secretary casts her remote viewing spell, so just wait a sec.
And two: This miracle granted to me, ‘regression’.
‘Happened right after the creampie.’
Still no clue on the exact conditions for regression.
If there were a status window or system, I could trust and follow it, but I’ve got nothing.
Maybe call out for a status window like in those stories?
...Nah.
The Succubus Secretary behind me would notice immediately.
‘Figure it out.’
My dick’s already buried in the pussy I creampied once.
I rock my hips lightly back and forth, stirring up the slick mess of my own cum inside her with my dick, sorting my thoughts slowly.
‘Death is the trigger. Save and load.’
Play too many games? Brain’s gaming everything, but whatever.
‘Rewind to the last creampie? Or quicksave with resetting safe points?’
Permanent save? Limited uses? Or quicksave?
‘Damn it.’
Too little info when my life’s on the line.
Hell, I don’t even know the conditions for this suspected trigger ‘creampie’.
Rape a virgin and creampie?
No save point on a virgin after one creampie?
Or just rewind to the last creampie in any woman, conditions be damned?
"......."
For now, keep thrusting.
Feels like pounding an onahole just to cum, but luckily this onahole’s a top-tier pussy that milks my dick pleasurably even while she’s out cold, begging for more seed.
"Hoo...."
Not time to cum yet.
Sensation hasn’t built up enough—
"Here you go, Trainer."
Perfect timing—the Succubus Secretary’s spell is ready.
Flicker.
She extends her hand toward the wall by the headboard, and four images appear.
"Ho ho."
Remote viewing magic, like CCTV.
"Can you see every cell from the training room? Special setup?"
"No, it’s a temporary construct from my magic, but..."
"Then let’s install magic stones next time. So I can watch from up here."
"Next time..."
I say it confidently, boldly.
Talking about next time or upgrading the training room screams confidence that I’ll corrupt this lady knight or whoever and become the official Trainer.
"Hehe, understood."
The Succubus Secretary seems more trustworthy than I thought.
-Escape...
This woman threw her life on the line to protect me.
Don’t know why, but as long as I prove I’m a ‘capable Trainer’, she’ll keep guarding and helping me.
"...Hoo."
Mind clears further.
Dick’s buried deep, getting stimulated, sure, but survival trumps the urge to cum.
"Let’s see what’s up in the cells..."
Two cells.
Similar scenes, but different flavors unfolding.
"......."
An orgy feast.
Correction: a gangbang banquet.
The Female Priest tossed to the human men is getting railed by the male prisoners.
I threw her in there to get fucked, but watching the prisoners swing their violent dicks at her like it’s their last supper isn’t exactly a pretty sight.
‘Not some hardcore gangbang porn.’
As I watch intently—
"Shall I add sound too?"
The Succubus Secretary sidles up, voice sultry.
"Can you?"
"Yes. Give me about 10 seconds..."
"Nah, later. Visual’s enough."
The priestess side, the warrior side.
Both getting gangbanged identically.
But the color balance in the images differs: one’s heavy on flesh tones, the other greener.
‘Racism?’
The green side’s showing flesh through torn clothes, so not purely green, but still.
‘Maybe demon sensibilities.’
Thought flickers: gotta live for the demons.
Means I’m not distracted by the pussy I’m pounding right now.
"Hey. Thief."
"W-Why...?"
"Why?"
"Why are you asking...?"
The thief answers, face trembling.
Her eyes on the images, but clearly seeing the two getting gangbanged.
"You wanna end up like that?"
"No!!"
She shakes her head frantically.
"Then what should you do?"
"Th-That’s...!"
"Come here."
10 minutes.
Splurt.
‘Quick save for now.’
I creampie Lady Knight Eris a second time, pull out, and lightly wipe my dick with the handkerchief.
"Hoo."
Then I perch on the bed, legs spread, thrusting my still-hard dick toward the thief.
"Your first mission."
"C-Could it be..."
"Suck it."
"......."
The thief blushes.
"What’re you waiting for? Suck. Oh, and if you try anything funny while sucking, you’ll be sucking goblin dick instead of mine right away."
"Eek...!"
The Female Thief’s face pales.
Clear terror in those purple eyes contrasting her green hair.
Too much pressure might backfire.
But training’s training.
"I-I, um, with my mouth, u-urp, d-do you think I can satisfy you, Trainer...?"
"Think you can’t?"
"N-No!"
She shrieks it out—guess she really can’t do blowjobs.
"Then use those tits."
"Y-Yes?"
"Titfuck it good."
"......."
My gaze hits her chest; she blushes but swallows hard.
Unlike Lady Knight Eris, the thief’s tits are way bigger than a clenched fist.
"Th-Then you’ll let me go...?"
"Hm, maybe."
I’m suspecting one possibility.
"If you don’t betray me and make me cum obediently, I might talk to the ‘higher-ups’ and get you ‘released maybe’."
"......!!"
Before regression.
"Why? Don’t like it?"
"It’s just..."
"Don’t misunderstand. I fuck virgins and non-virgins alike, but I’m worried about your future."
I sent this woman to the basement.
"Worried...?"
"You know other guys’ dick flavors, right? Once you taste mine, no other man will ever make you feel this good again."
Then the knight burst out from the basement and attacked.
"Or wanna go help that priestess over there?"
That knight—where is he now?
"That priestess over there looks overwhelmed against that knight."
Fucking infuriating: he’s diligently backdooring the priestess, pounding away.
No thought of escape, just roaring as he rapes her.
That guy broke out and killed me?
‘That bastard.’
Picture forming.
"Who knows? She’s out cold, so I’m saying—might pick you."
If sending this thief to the basement caused the uprising inside?
"One of you leaves this room, but one stays under my dick for training. Got it?"
"......."
"Or both, maybe. How’s that?"
"I..."
The Female Thief gulps and kneels before me.
"I’ll do my absolute best.... But."
She holds out her handcuffs.
"To serve you better, could you unlock these...?"
"......."
There it is.
‘You.’
In the picture.
The missing link in the prisoners breaking out amid gangbanging the priestess: the one who helped free those rape-crazed men starts coming into focus.