Chapter 9
Chapter 9
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 9
Chapter Title: Where's the Survival Route? (2)
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With just a few scraps of information, I could sketch a picture close to outright precognition.
The female thief heading off to the prison under my orders.
The risk that she herself might get gang-raped... or straight-up killed.
On top of that, the sting of defeat as a woman—because it was the knightess who got picked, not her.
Naturally, a burning desire to survive would have kicked in. She'd have racked her brains for any way out.
And reached a conclusion.
Somehow, I have to escape.
"I don't know how."
Honestly, I had no clue how she'd pulled it off.
But now, from what this female thief had just said, a few possibilities sprang to mind.
"P-please uncuff my hands. It'll be easier to serve you with my tits that way."
Desperation dripped from the thief. She was pulling out all the stops to look good for me, to survive—but something felt hidden beneath it all.
Was I just paranoid?
No. My honed instincts from death and regression were screaming otherwise.
-Hey, I'm already headed to prison anyway. Handcuffs can't be that bad, right? At least let me jerk you all off before I die—come on, uncuff me.
Or maybe something like:
-Before I go, uh... can I at least write a last will and testament? Ahh, please uncuff me. I just want to write it properly.
She must have begged the guards for freedom of movement, any way she could.
'Handcuffs—made of magic-restraining metal, right?'
An artifact that suppressed the wearer's stamina and mana.
Obviously, once they were off, she'd be free to unleash her power.
-Got 'em off! Knight! Your fiancée's getting raped by that damn porter!
-What?! You filthy traitor! Where?! I'll chop his dick off even if it kills me!
The bastard who'd been pounding the priest's pussy would have screamed that, stirring up chaos.
It had to have gone down like that.
In other words...
"Hey."
This woman's the reason I died.
"Do I look like a total fucking idiot to you?"
My death stemmed from my own carelessness.
"Uncuff you? What bullshit."
I spat in disgust, tapping my forehead with my fingers.
Fomenting unease to draw out her true intentions.
"You think you're in any position to ask me for favors? Huh?"
Th-that...!
"I said use your tits since your mouth's no good, and now you're crossing the line? Hah. This ain't working."
I grabbed the thief by the hair and flung her toward the bed, slamming her down next to the unconscious knightess.
"Guh, guh?!"
"No foreplay. Straight in."
Wa-wait, hiiik!!
I seized the flailing thief's lower half and shoved my rock-hard cock right in.
Squelch.
Krr, guh...!!
The female thief resisted.
Face buried in the bed, hips yanked up by me, she twisted left and right.
Even impaled, she kept squirming, writhing to escape, bucking her hips wildly.
"Maybe you were hot shit back in your adventuring days, but not anymore."
Th-this...!
"Not with a body that can't even take a proper punch?"
......!!
Pain-filled tears welled in her eyes as she glared at me.
And from that glare, I knew.
"Yeah... this ain't gonna work."
Wh-what...?
"No fun breaking her in, she's no virgin. And she's still fidgeting with her hands, scheming an escape even now."
......!!
Her hands, dangling beneath her belly, kept moving.
Not clenching in pain, but groping for a way out amid the agony.
"Hmm..."
Squelch.
I thrust deeper.
She wasn't wet enough yet, so it was a tight squeeze—but soon, her juices started flowing inside.
Ngh, hngh, krrgh...!!
More pain and humiliation than pleasure in her moans.
She gritted her teeth, trying to endure, but no matter how she fought, the cuffs and shackles rendered it pointless.
"Hey."
Y-yes?
The succubus secretary startled when I called her.
"Got any tools? Like an aphrodisiac to heighten sensitivity."
"We have some cheap bottom-shelf stuff..."
"For her. I'd like to use it."
"Training with an aphrodisiac, sir?"
The succubus secretary hesitated, eyes darting side to side.
"......Well, no reason not to."
She swiped her hand through the air, dipping into subspace and pulling out a vial.
"Here you are, Trainer."
"Thanks."
A fancy glass bottle with pink liquid inside.
About 50ml?
Tiny amount, but plenty. More than enough.
'The problem's her attitude handing it over.'
This was a tool.
Humans used them, sure—but the succubus secretary wore a dissatisfied frown, like she didn't approve of relying on such aids.
Let's poke at it.
"Not for corrupting her."
Oh? Then what?
"Just for fun."
"...No training?"
She stared in surprise, but I quietly stroked the unconscious knightess's thigh.
"She's enough for me."
"Then the aphrodisiac..."
"Gonna kill this one with it."
......!!
The succubus secretary's eyes went wide.
S-sur-surely... you don't mean kill her with sex?
"Pleasure overdose? Perfect death."
Uh, th-that's...
"The priest won't cut it. If I want to corrupt someone into a demon, better grab her from the humans' gangbang and break her there."
This was sincere.
Even if the priest had been dragged to prison on my orders, the hell visible through that screen was pure human malice—utter ruin and despair.
Look.
The priest's tear-streaked eyes were unfocused.
Praying to her goddess, who never answered—only men's lust and ecstasy rained down, no holy power in sight.
Prime state for despair and disillusionment with humanity.
But I wouldn't stop it.
Kept the adventurers—including the knight who'd likely busted out of prison—lost in lust.
"Always wondered. Girls say they're 'dying of pleasure,' but does that actually happen?"
Wh-what are you...!
The female thief tensed, trembling hard.
"What're you gonna do to me!!"
"What else? Make you die of pleasure."
Pop.
I uncorked the vial.
The sweet scent wafting out felt natural-ish, but damn close to lube.
Sweeter, like the drugs mixed into whorehouse incense back home—stuff I'd never forget.
Aphrodisiac.
Or whatever amplified pleasure.
S-stop...! Do that and you'll regret it...! Hic, your dick'll rot off!!
"Who said I'd rub it on mine?"
Wh-what...?
Scribble scribble.
The succubus secretary started jotting notes furiously beside me.
Her pen flew so fast over the paper it was almost silent—she was glued to my "non-training" session.
"You know how booze goes straight to your head from the back door?"
I pulled out and gripped her ass hard.
Aaagh!!
"Better hold still. Not into that."
S-stop!! Th-that hole's not for—
"Exactly."
I lowered the vial, pressing the rim to her asshole.
Ugh...?!!
"Clench and it shatters. Want that rip?"
A-ah, aaah...!!
I twisted the cold glass against her cheeks.
She clenched in shock at first, but instinct fought to relax it.
"Good girl. Keep it loose. Heh."
Fear of the unknown pain—of shattered glass—forced her ass to stay slack.
"Sensitivity's gonna spike anyway. Wonder what happens if you absorb it fastest through the best spot. Hm?"
Ngh, hngh, krrgh...!!
"Already kicking in."
I shoved all 50ml in and yanked the vial free.
No time for a plug.
"There, there. No need to freak."
I rolled her onto her side.
Kept going till she lay flat on her back.
........
Twitch, twitch.
The thief went silent.
Eyes rolled back, mouth agape, nipples stiff, body shuddering in fits with unfocused gaze.
"This stuff too strong?"
I glanced at the succubus secretary; she blinked, finally looking up.
"...How did you know?"
"Huh?"
"Never seen an aphrodisiac work this fast."
"Hah."
Modern knowledge cheat, baby.
Like lethal alcohol poisoning from anal chugging.
Swap booze for aphro—way faster uptake than swallowing.
Best would be straight into the pussy, of course...
"All experience."
Squelch.
"Krr.... Still, pro pussy knows how to work it—alive and kicking."
One thrust and her juices flooded out; walls clenched, begging for more pounding.
Why ass injection?
Like she warned—no aphro on my dick.
A little smear wouldn't wreck me.
What really pissed off my cock was something else.
"Rotten bastards."
Still, the men in the succubus secretary's illusory feed were gangbanging the priest nonstop.
Sure enough—the prison riot variable was this thief.
"Secretary."
Y-yes!
"How many minutes since I last creampied Eris?"
"Over... 20 minutes."
Post-regression.
Time elapsed, crystal clear.
"That long? Heh heh..."
Time of my death had passed, but here I was—alive.
"Plenty of time and pussy for another load."
Squelch.
"Time for a test."
A woman I was killing anyway.
If I creampied her and got murdered after... would I respawn cock-deep in her pussy?