Signs of a Jackpot Earned in the Flesh

The moment she took a man inside her for the very first time.

For Lufo, the sheer impact of it came crashing down like a cataclysm. Though she didn't fully comprehend the act's deeper significance, she instinctively understood that something that should never have happened had just transpired.

Ah... inside... something tore. I-It feels like I've lost something irreplaceable...

A trickle of warmth traced downward.

The instant blood seeped from where they were joined, Bertin, drinking in the sight, let out an appreciative sigh, a vibrant gleam lighting up his eyes.

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"Whew... A virgin really is remarkably tight. Thank you, Miss Lufo. Thank you for keeping your maidenhood just for me all this time."

"Wh-What in the world are you...?"

"Well, even if I explained it, I doubt you'd understand."

"H-Hyiiik~♥"

A gentle twitch of his hips sent her internal walls squirming around him. That her flesh reacted so violently to such a slight shift could only mean her body was incapable of brushing off the sensation.

D-Dangerous. If he moves any deeper in here...

"Well then, I'll start moving now."

"Eh? U-Eh? W-Wait...!"

A wet, heavy squelch echoed through the chamber.

"Gahaaah~~!"

A single thrust of his hips snapped her head back in an involuntary arch. With that first strike as the signal, he began pumping his waist back and forth. The thick shaft buried to the hilt scraped against her tender interior, conjuring an uncanny, maddening sensation.

Friction grinding against membranes far more delicate than mere skin, fluids secreting where blood had welled—to a maiden who had never known a man, the sensations were utterly alien and intoxicatingly overwhelming.

"Aah, hah, uh... St-Stop it, d-don't move, aah...♥"

"Don't you worry. It only hurts at the very beginning. Once you get used to it, I'm sure you'll start feeling good too, Miss Lufo."

"H-How could something like this possibly feel good...!"

Wet friction squeaked with every rhythm.

"Ah, o-ooh~♥ St-Stop, m-my body feels weird...♥ N-Not that deep... Ah, aaah~♥"

The shaft gouged into her innermost depths, the resulting waves rippling into every corner of her frame until each nerve flared wild and untamed. Yet her limbs remained bound and her mana sealed; all she could manage was to shudder and offer pathetic squirming.

Naturally, such feeble resistance meant nothing. His sadistic rhythm only pressed harder, constricting her breathing and breaking her composure.

"Haaah... It's clenching down just right. It's almost like this pussy was crafted specifically to take cock... A pussy like this, I feel like I'd never get tired of fucking it all day long."

Wh-What is this bastard doing, appraising me like livestock right now...?!♥

"After getting plowed this much, it's about time you felt satisfied. Isn't it starting to feel good, Miss Lufo?"

"A-As if... it could feel good... when you're forcing yourself on me like this...♥"

"Is that so? For someone claiming that, your walls sure clamp down hard every time I hit this spot."

"Wh-What...?"

A heavy, deliberate grind slid deep within.

"Ah, aaah~~♥♥"

With his shaft buried to the hilt, he angled his hips downward and drove home, jolting her entire body off the floor. Her breath hitched, her consciousness grew distant, and in no time at all, her mind was wiped pure white as every single nerve zeroed in on the white-hot pleasure detonating inside her core.

Yes, this could only be called ecstasy. Entirely separate from her conscious will, her body was experiencing overwhelming gratification from this man's monstrous rod.

I-Impossible. What meaning does this act even have, for m-me to end up like this from something so...♥

"Oh, your grip tightened even more. Guess I can pick up the pace now, right?"

"N-No. If you move any more like that...♥"

Slap, slap, slap!

"Ah, o-o-ooh~♥ O-Ooh~~♥"

His strength surged, and his tempo accelerated into a relentless sprint.

Every time their flesh collided, sparks flared in her mind like struck flint. Her expression twisted into an unsightly, uninhibited mess until she abandoned even the will to resist. Only the fragile pride buried deep in her heart and the stubborn refusal to acknowledge this reality barely kept her tethered.

Th-This is wrong, it's insane... For me, to be tossed around like this... by a pathetic demon peon...♥

Lufo the Rampager. Back when she carried that name, anyone weaker who crossed her path cowered in terror. Even cadres of the Demon King's Army kept a wary eye on her and dared not treat her lightly. For someone like her to be handled so unilaterally was absurd, an impossibility that should never have come to pass.

Yet at this moment, she wasn't even permitted to fight back. She could only endure being used as he pleased, yielding even her most secret, intimate core, forced to watch helplessly as her body bucked and swayed to his rhythm.

N-No, this is bad...♥ If it goes on like this, it's really over for me...♥

A sheer cliff of impending ruin sent a chill down her spine. Yet his movements never faltered, and her body betrayed her, responding helplessly of its own accord. Feeling her internal walls tightening to a vice-like grip, Bertin seized the momentum and drove his hips with even greater fervor.

"Haaah, looks like you're about to come. Perfect timing, since I'm at my limit too. Mind if I dump it all inside?"

"D-Dump it... inside...? Wh-What are you...♥"

Slap, slap, slap!

"O-O-Ooh~♡ W-Wait, d-don't thrust!♥ I-If you thrust any deeper right now, I'll go strange, I'll go completely insane~~~♥♥"

"Don't you worry. What happens next is just a woman's natural reaction. All you need to do, Miss Lufo, is relax and leave everything to me."

"N-No, stop, please, I don't want this! I don't want to be pushed around anymoreee~~♥♥"

As his hips accelerated, her eyes rolled back into her head. Spurred on by the sight of her complete unraveling, he gripped Lufo by the waist, drew back, and drove his hips forward in a massive, bottoming thrust.

And at last, with a thick, spurting sound, his seed flooded her innermost depths.

"Gh-Hgyiiit~~♥♥"

The climax that tore through her at the very same instant locked every muscle in her body rigid, followed immediately by an overwhelming wave of lethargy that left her collapsing like a rag doll.

"Phew... That was a lot more than I expected."

With a wet slide, the shaft pulled free, and a thick, milky-white fluid spilled out to fill the newly vacated space. Taking note of the faint streaks of red mixed into the mess, Bertin offered a thoroughly satisfied grin, glancing down at the completely drained Lufo.

"Well, Miss Lufo? How did you like your first experience?"

"Ah... hah...♥"

Utterly wrecked by the sheer intensity of a climax brought on by an internal ejaculation, Lufo couldn't even summon the strength to formulate words. Watching her state stirred a lingering heat deep in Bertin's chest. Once again, his shaft stirred and stood erect as he reached out toward her.

"Haaah, looks like it's reacting again... Guess there's no helping it. I'll have to borrow your help a little longer to calm this guy down."

"St-Stop... No more, please... St-Stop...♥"

Pound, pound, pound, pound, pound!

"Ah, aaah~♥ It's coming up again, it's coming agaaain~♥"

Another round began, repeating the motions until it culminated in yet another release.

For a good while, the wet slapping of colliding flesh was the only sound echoing through the chamber. Finally reaching his absolute limit, Bertin tidied his clothes, basking in a glow of profound fulfillment.

"Phew! Man, it's been a while since I've dumped that much. Thanks, Miss Lufo. Thanks to you, I'm completely satisfied."

Bertin voiced his heartfelt gratitude with an easy smile. But his words never ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠reached Lufo's ears. Drenched from head to toe in semen, the only thought left in her mind was pure relief that the ordeal had finally ended.

"Ah... ugh... ah, aaah...♥"

How many climaxes had she endured since her maidenhead was breached?

Having long lost count, Lufo felt a tumultuous storm of emotions churning in her chest now that the act had finally ceased. Hatred toward the man who had ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠overpowered and used her so thoroughly. Helplessness at her own inability to put up any meaningful fight. Fear of sensations she had never known in all her life. And above all, the crushing humiliation of having the towering pride she built back as a fearsome brawler utterly ground into dust...

Th-This is bad. Truly bad...♥

Trembling, she forced her head up and looked forward. At the end of her gaze sat the energy collector resting neatly on the floor. The brilliant, vivid pink light radiating from it proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that the harvest had vastly surpassed the quota she had demanded.

In other words, the methods he employed were more than sufficient for extracting negative emotions.

A jackpot... I can smell a massive jackpot! I have to seize this, no matter what!

Driven by that single-minded conviction, she suppressed every shred of negative emotion swirling inside her. A fierce, predatory spark of professional passion rekindled in Lufo's exhausted eyes.

And so, following the conclusion of Lufo's test, having passed with flying colors by far exceeding the required quota of Negative Energy, I officially proceeded to sign a business contract with Lufo.

"Then let us review the contract terms once more."

"Do you agree to the aforementioned terms?"

"I agree."

"Very well. With that, the general contracting procedures are complete."

Phew. For a moment I thought I was doomed from the get-go, but somehow we nailed down the contract. Now, the merchant group would handle the dismantling of the old dungeon and the groundwork for its reconstruction. Feeling a wave of relief wash over me, I expressed my sincere thanks to Lufo, who had brokered the deal.

"Thank you, Miss Lufo. Thanks to you rating my potential so highly, I can finally get this dungeon up and running."

"There is no need to thank me. I simply saw commercial potential in what you are attempting to achieve."

"Ah, right. From what I did..."

Well, experiencing it firsthand with her own body must have left a pretty deep impression. Probing a bit, I slyly tossed a question her way.

"I'm just glad you enjoyed what we did together."

"L-Like hell I enjoyed it! Being tossed around and violated like ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠that...!"

Remembering what happened must have sent a throb straight to her lower half. Crossing her legs tightly with a face flushed crimson, she took a steadying breath and explained her objective evaluation.

"Setting personal feelings aside, I made an objective assessment that your methods could prove exceptionally effective at harvesting Negative Energy. In reality, there is virtually no other method that can extract that sheer volume of energy using non-lethal traps."

"Hmm. Do traps in standard dungeons usually focus on lethality?"

"Indeed. Most choose to inflict maximum agony or slowly starve intruders to death over an extended period. Fear right before the brink of death yields especially dense negative emotions, so whether fast or slow, the ultimate objective is almost always the death of the intruder."

Right. Except for those in the Demon King's Army, this world was an uncompromisingly grim dark fantasy. In fact, Master Isabella had repeatedly drilled into my head that traps should provide a sliver of hope, prolong suffering, and culminate in a brutal demise. In such an environment, traps like mine, which focused entirely on sexual humiliation and disorientation, were an unprecedented anomaly.

"However, while the traps you design possess zero lethality, they extract substantial volumes of Negative Energy. And that means survivors can re-enter the dungeon, allowing us to harvest from them again and again."

"Hmm. So letting them leave alive can actually be more profitable?"

"Yes. Typically, if you let intruders leave alive, their fear diminishes on subsequent attempts, making them bolder. But in the case of the traps you build... Well, they are simply impossible to ever get used to."

"I concur, is what I state. Master's traps... defy comprehension..."

Yuria, who had been listening in, chimed in with flat agreement. Finding common ground in that sentiment, the two women exchanged glances and nodded in solemn solidarity. Then, turning back toward me, they both glared with eyes dripping with sheer contempt.

Why are they looking at me like that? They're making me feel like a total scumbag... But in the grand scheme of things, considering I don't kill anyone, aren't I actually pretty benevolent by this world's standards?

"Ahem. In any case, until the dungeon is complete, I plan on providing on-site consulting. If resources are wasted or the architecture veers in the wrong direction, our firm stands to suffer massive losses as well."

"Oh! You'll be staying by my side to support me while we build the dungeon?"

"Well, yes. Our business runs on credibility, so it is in our best interest to assist you as much as possible."

Oh man! Not only did she approve the funding, but she's even going to consult for a beginner like me? On top of that, having a gorgeous woman like her as my partner couldn't be more ideal. Grinning from ear to ear, I gave her a cheerful thumbs-up.

"That works out great! I've actually got quite a few new concepts I want to test out, so I was just thinking I'd need someone to participate in the experiments."

Lufo and Yuria both flinched, their bodies freezing in place. Incapable of overlooking those ominous words, both women stared at me with stiff, horrified eyes.

"Wh-What do you mean by that...?"

"Heheh. Well, you'll find out soon enough."

Heheheh. Man, I can't wait. I wonder what kind of dungeon the three of us will end up creating together.