Chapter 259: 43rd Floor: A New Directive
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 259: 43rd Floor: A New Directive
Click.
As I entered the room, my eyes met Malcolm’s.
“...?”
Malcolm stared at me for a moment, a look of confusion on his face.
“Hieeek!! W-Wait! So suddenly!! G-Get out!” he shrieked, flustered and clearly startled.
“Hmm...”
I see now. He wasn’t getting dressed, he was getting undressed.
My eyes fixed on the raging elephant attached to his lower body, and I slowly backed out.
That guy. Judging by his personality, I thought he’d be as small as a little girl’s, but he’s quite... ahem.
A moment later.
“Wh-What brings you here?”
Malcolm greeted me, a slightly dumbfounded expression on his face.
His room was a private one, but it was sparsely furnished. It felt a little empty.
“I came to ask about what happened that day. First, what’s this about me giving blood to the vampire? I’d also like you to tell me everything that happened while I was unconscious.”
I cut straight to the chase.
“Uh... I’ll tell you everything, one step at a time. And from now on, you don’t have to come find me like this. The guards are supposed to report to the Warden’s office during their shift changes. I’ll let the others know to do the same starting today.”
“I see. You should have said so sooner. Then what just happened wouldn’t have happened.”
I was a little embarrassed myself, but I, Lee Do-hee, was now back to being the Iron-Blooded Prison Warden.
The Iron-Blooded Prison Warden would never get turned on by the sight of a magnificent, formidable cock that looked like it would pleasantly fill her pussy to the brim and ecstatically pound her cervix the moment it got hard... Huh?
N-No, she absolutely does not get turned on!!
My face isn’t red, is it?
“...”
Malcolm squinted at me, then let out a small sigh and began to recount the events of that day.
He said that after seeing me captured and violated by the tentacles, he realized it was impossible to handle alone, or even with all the guards. So, he went down to the 9th basement floor.
There, he tried to persuade the True Ancestor Vampire, but the vampire had been deceived by humans so many times that he wouldn’t budge, even when Malcolm pleaded, “This is to save her!”
So, left with no choice, Malcolm had made a contract to give the vampire my blood in exchange for his help.
Apparently, the persuasion process alone took nearly two hours. He said that if the True Ancestor Vampire hadn’t already known him, he might have just killed him out of annoyance. In a way, he had put his life on the line.
But still...
“My blood? Why did you make a contract like that?”
“W-Well, without it...”
“...I suppose you’re right.”
I had to admit when I was wrong.
If Malcolm hadn’t done that, this Trial would have ended in failure, and I would have given birth to hundreds more of those tentacle bastards.
As for giving my blood, he said it could be done anytime.
The vampire had waited for hundreds of years; waiting a few more weeks was apparently no big deal to him.
“And the others... ahem, did they notice what was done to me? You didn’t tell anyone, did you?”
“Of course not! I haven’t told a soul. Some of the sharper ones might have an inkling, but I doubt they know about the birth, right? I hear it usually takes a week for the tentacle spawn to be born...”
Right, now that I think about it, my Fertility had drastically shortened the tentacle’s gestation period. They might suspect I was fucked by a tentacle, but they would never imagine I’d gone through pregnancy and childbirth.
“Alright, you saved my life. If there’s anything you want later, let me know. As long as it’s not something weird, I’ll grant it. For the record, I did not consent to what happened with the Tentacle Monster, so asking for a night with me or anything similar is out of the question.”
I patted his shoulder in praise.
“Haha! It’s alright. I was just doing my job. In that case, when I want a day off sometime, maybe you could cover my patrol duty for me, Warden!”
“That’s an easy one.”
Malcolm really seemed like a decent guy.
If it had been a sex maniac like Berto, he would have shoved his rock-hard cock in my face and demanded I spread my pussy right then and there.
A kind-hearted fool who wouldn’t know what to do with it even if I offered.
But then again, you can never truly know what’s in a person’s heart.
*
Lee Do-hee returned to her ordinary life as the Warden.
For one day, she mostly rested, filling out reports.
Her memory of that day with the Research Lab Director was a bit hazy, but she was able to piece it back together with the help of her viewers.
Of course, people who heard about Lee Do-hee’s pregnancy and childbirth late through VODs and community forums showed up to sexually harass her all over again, but maybe I was just too used to their harassment by now. It was only a little embarrassing.
- Look at this fucking bitch, a true female now.
- Honestly, Do-hee enjoys getting fucked now lol
- frfr lmao
- Fact is, she's a mother of twins now.
- Why's she blushing from the sexual harassment?
- Wait a sec?
“...”
From the next day on, I resumed my normal prison life with the guards.
Some of them looked at me with suspicion, while others asked if I was okay, but I just told them it was nothing serious.
“The bastard attacked my ears while trying to talk. I’ll be honest... I let my guard down.”
“A-And then? D-Didn’t you end up having tons and tons of sex?” Berto, the sex maniac, asked me directly, his cock already erect.
“Nothing like that happened. My ears were bleeding and I lost my hearing, but I fought to the very end. I was just badly injured, so I went to the research lab to recover.”
I could see the corner of Malcolm’s mouth twitching slightly from the corner of my eye, but it was a necessary evil to maintain my image as the Iron-Blooded Prison Warden.
Sometimes, a white lie is necessary.
“I-Is that so? Ahem... Are you sure that’s all?”
“Yes. And you, Berto. Who gave you permission to speak to the Warden like that?”
“N-No, I...”
I whipped the guards back into shape with some light physical training and started requiring patrol reports every two hours to ensure no one skipped their duties.
Three ordinary days passed like that.
This time, on the last day, I sent in the reports I had been carefully organizing.
Before long, I received a new directive.
Two directives at once?
It seemed headquarters was in a hurry this time, as two directives came down simultaneously.
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☆ Special Order (1)
Steal the research lab's data.
Equipment will be provided in time with the next supply drop.
Complete within 3 weeks.
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Steal the research lab’s data.
A very concise and clear mission objective.
This is basically the final mission, I guess.
Stealing the lab’s data... I thought we were an alliance, so did something happen to cause a split? And data? Does that mean I just plug in a USB and it transfers?
Of course, I didn't need to worry about the technical details or the political situation.
I can just ask Malcolm about the timing of the supply drop.
And the second directive.
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☆ Special Order (2)
Uncover the Research Lab Director's corruption and investigate and report on the lab's unethical experiments.
Respond within 7 days.
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That bastard Research Lab Director. He was corrupt? But wait, how am I supposed to uncover that...
This seemed difficult unless I got closer to him or became an aide.
Wait, is this an order to approach him intentionally? How? Don’t tell me they want me to seduce him with my body...? Those shameless bastards at headquarters!!!
If headquarters could hear my thoughts, they would have jumped up and down, screaming about how unfair it was.
And unethical experiments? Does that mean there’s something more than just making death row inmates breed with slimes?
I suppose... I’ll have to pay the lab a visit.
I will burn this body to bring glory to my country!
I didn’t actually feel that way, but wouldn’t the Iron-Blooded Prison Warden, Lee Do-hee, have thought something like that?
I am absolutely not going because I’m curious about the lab’s breeding experiments.
*
Inside the research lab on the 3rd basement floor, in the director’s office.
Unlike my medieval-style warden’s office, the director’s office looked almost like a modern doctor’s consultation room.
And there, sitting at his desk, was the bald Research Lab Director, looking at me with a relaxed smile.
“Hoho... So you’ve finally had a change of heart. Did you perhaps receive a new directive from headquarters?”
“Nothing of the sort. I’m merely here to keep my promise.”
I put on a brave face and lied, but...
“Hmm... Does headquarters perhaps suspect that the lab is conducting some other, more illegal experiments? Or maybe, they’ve ordered you to investigate whether I’m committing such acts?”
How did he know?
Even though I maintained a poker face, the Research Lab Director nodded as if he knew everything.
“My, my... They did the same thing with the previous warden. If you just cooperate with this one experiment, I’ll let you roam the lab freely. Your headquarters is a bit paranoid, that’s all. There’s really nothing to it. Our lab isn’t that strange of a place.”
What, is he for real?
The director’s nonchalant words confused me.
What if my headquarters was on a wild goose chase? Should I fabricate some corruption to report?
No, I can’t trust anyone. Still, he doesn’t know about the data theft mission yet.
“So, what kind of cooperation are you looking for? Let me say this again: I have no intention of cooperating with any strange experiments.”
Despite my firm tone, the Research Lab Director just chuckled and shook his head.
“Oh, dear... It’s nothing like that. First, please summon the prisoners we’ll be using for the experiment. Here you go.”
The director handed me a piece of paper he had prepared in advance.
On it were the profiles of the prisoners I was to transfer to the lab this time.
They’re all behemoths from the 7th floor. Right, there’s no way he’d use them for a Breeding Experiment on me, right?
Some had cocks as thick as a grown man’s thigh, and one was even thicker than my waist. Something like that could go in... well, it could, but no one in their right mind would even think of trying.
As long as I had my elastic pussy trait, my pussy was invincible, but there was no way he could know that.
“Understood.”
“Then we’ll begin preparing for the experiment right away!”
The Research Lab Director sent me off, then sat back down at his desk with a sinister smile.
*
I went down to the 7th floor with Malcolm.
Through the thick iron bars, I could see hulking monsters growling at me.
We arrived in front of the first one on the list.
Room 7-2.
Warmonger Troll King Bermunt.
Inside was a massive, green-bodied creature that looked to be about five meters tall. It was banging its enormous cock against the iron bars.
Being a barbaric monster, it probably didn’t even think to cover itself.
The sight of that super cock suddenly sparked an image in my mind.
If I did it with him... would it be in this position?
He would grab my torso and pound away as if he were masturbating with an onahole.
I’d be completely helpless, just getting fucked deep by that giant cock, my legs flailing in the air.
Hmm... It’s hard to even imagine what that would feel like.
“Let us out, Warden! Bad Warden!! Booo! You locked us up without even giving us underwear! This is a human rights violation! You barbaric fiends!!!”
The creature’s shouts snapped me out of my strange fantasy.
So they weren’t given clothes.
Not my problem.
My job was to safely escort this thing to the research lab.
I took out the transport sack Malcolm had prepared...
“Are we really supposed to be able to transport them with this...?”
Inside the sack were thick, sturdy handcuffs.
“Were you planning on carrying them, then?”
How were we supposed to transport a creature over five meters tall?
Apparently, this old-fashioned prison had always just sedated them and lugged them away, grunting and groaning, or simply cuffed the more docile ones for transport.
Carrying them would be a bit of a pain.
The lab wanted a total of seven test subjects.
If we took them one by one, we’d have to make seven round trips.
Let’s just get this over with quickly.
A good idea came to mind.
*
A short while later.
A group of hulking monsters, their bodies swollen and bruised in several places, meekly followed Lee Do-hee towards the research lab, their arms and legs in cuffs.
“Warden... you can’t just beat them up like that...”
“Quiet. I was merely educating unruly prisoners.”
Most of them had excellent regenerative abilities.
As long as their brains weren’t scrambled, they would heal on their own with time. That’s why I could beat them without holding back.
That was a great stress reliever.
They were pretty tough, too, which made punching them satisfying.
Meanwhile...
The hulking monsters trailing Lee Do-hee had black eyes and bruised faces, tears welling up as they followed her with expressions of utter injustice.
But inwardly, they were dreaming of revenge.
That human woman is just ridiculously strong... Someday, I’ll get my revenge!
As they climbed the stairs, their gazes were locked onto Lee Do-hee’s plump, bouncing ass.