Chapter 250: So When Are We Going Down the Labyrinth? (1)
Chapter 250: So When Are We Going Down the Labyrinth? (1)
Dawn.
A group of men had been loitering in front of a certain building since the early hours of the morning.
Every single one of them was impeccably groomed, dressed in what could pass for formal suits.
Only a few weeks ago, some of these men had been miners swinging pickaxes in the lower floors of the Fermaton Infinite Labyrinth, while others had been jobless bums, wasting away at home on a daily diet of nothing but bread and soup.
There was only one reason why these men, who used to be idle, were now out and busy preparing while others were just waking up to start their day.
This was their "labor" uniform.
Unless they were dressed in attire reminiscent of a noble’s butler, or had just come from washing themselves at the "Public Bathhouse"—a newly established facility in Fermaton—they weren't allowed to participate in this particular job.
While swinging a pickaxe in a magic stone mine required physical strength and stamina, digging through this different kind of cave required sexual prowess and hygiene above all else.
"Hey, look! The 'Armband' is coming!"
At the shout of a man in a suit, everyone’s eyes turned toward the man walking from a distance.
Flutter.
The man in the suit wore a blue armband on his left arm.
As if symbolizing his status as an administrator belonging to the Fermaton Castle, he had blue epaulettes on his shoulders. Clinging to his arm was a woman wearing an incredibly beautiful dress.
She had no horns, wings, or tail, but everyone knew.
That woman was a succubus.
Specifically, a succubus who had been a virgin, now serving as the exclusive succubus granted to the "Armband" wearing that blue tag.
"Ah. Is everyone here?"
The Armband scanned the men gathered in front of the building.
As he began counting heads with his finger, the men straightened their clothes, desperate to make a good impression.
"You there, the gray-haired older man with the greasy hair."
"Y-yes? Are you talking to me?"
"Did you actually wash your hair?"
"O-of course! Mr. Armband, I washed thoroughly!"
"...It looks like you just rinsed it with water instead of using soap."
At the Armband’s sharp gaze, the men standing next to the gray-haired man began to glare at him as well. Sensing the atmosphere, the man pointed to his own head.
"P-please, give me one more chance! I'll go wash it right now, it'll be quick!"
"Go home. You can't come with us. I don't know if you'll be back tomorrow, but if you do, make sure you actually wash your hair."
"Ugh...!!"
The man was kicked out.
He retreated on his own, unable to withstand the stares of the others.
If the departure was delayed because of one person, it wouldn't just be a nuisance—it would be a significant loss for all of Fermaton.
"We will now move to the destination."
The Armband stood at the front holding a flagpole, and the men lined up in two columns behind him, marching in step.
Their expressions were nothing short of solemn.
Like heroes heading to the front lines, or soldiers on a mission, the men followed the Armband with disciplined, powerful strides, passing through the castle gates and heading outside the outer walls.
They walked along a road paved by golems, passing through fields toward a farm where wheat swayed heavily on both sides.
"Whoa."
Even while marching, the men couldn't take their eyes off the fields.
Succubi were farming.
Dressed only in underwear like bikinis, the succubi were picking apples from the trees by hand and filling crates with armfuls of fruit.
"Those are the apple saplings they brought in, right?"
"I heard they exported succubi and bought entire apple trees to plant... to think they'd use succubi to harvest them."
The men licked their lips as they watched the succubus farmers.
While seeing them farm was unexpected, it was thanks to those farmers that these men could now enjoy immense wealth as contract laborers receiving massive daily wages.
"We've arrived."
The Armband stopped in front of a massive, warehouse-like building.
Inside the warehouse, which looked large enough to fit thousands of people, strange scents and sounds seemed to leak through the sealed doors.
"Gentlemen, from this moment on, idle chatter is forbidden. The moment you enter, you must move your bodies as hard as the wages you're being paid—no, even harder than that."
"""Yes, sir!!!"""
The men shouted vigorously at the Armband’s command. The Armband reached into his coat and began handing something out to the men one by one.
"You don't take the Penisilin right at the start. Use it only if your erection fails or if you can't get it up after pulling out midway. Even if the succubi are trying to get you hard and it's not working, that's when you take it. Any questions?"
"""None, sir!!!"""
There was no reason for questions.
The men who came for this labor were already veterans who had volunteered for this daily service multiple times.
"Then... we will now begin the 'feeding'."
Creeeeak.
"Ahhh—!"
As soon as the Armband opened the door, screams laced with pleasure echoed out.
The men instinctively stroked their already tightening crotches and entered the warehouse, licking their lips.
The inside of the warehouse was, for lack of a better word, like a poultry farm.
The only difference was that where the feed troughs should be, there were women's pussies, and instead of hens, hungry succubi were lying flat with their legs spread wide.
"Huff, huff, huff."
Inside, men were already working their hips hard against the succubi.
Each man was thrusting for his life against a succubus, while the succubi used milking machines attached to their breasts to squeeze out breast milk.
Was this a ranch, or a red-light district?
It was hard to define, but to put it bluntly, "Succubus Essence Supply Station" would be the most accurate term.
"Hey! Don't overdo it, guys! You can still supply essence just by lying in front of the succubi and sleeping!"
"...Count Ruji Fermaton once said."
The men beat their chests and placed their fists over their hearts.
"If a man gets it up once, he must finish with a creampie."
"We are not lesser men who supply essence by sleeping in front of succubi! True men are those who pour out their stamina until the succubus's womb is filled to the brim!"
"We will squeeze out every last drop! For Count Ruji Fermaton!!"
"""FOR THE COUNT—!!!"""
With a roar, the men charged toward the succubi with unwavering momentum.
Today, as always.
The Succubus Factory was operating smoothly.
* * *
Morning, Fermaton Castle.
"Reporting. The ratio of virgins among the succubus workers has finally dropped below the 30% mark."
"They've all turned into sluts, then."
"From a succubus's perspective, receiving essence through the pussy is much more efficient than receiving it through dreams."
As I skimmed through Yoanna’s report, I couldn't help but marvel at the intense libido of the succubi, not to mention the humans.
"What about hygiene?"
"I have given strict instructions to the ejaculation managers and the Armbands. Since we use magic to censor them before they enter the Succubus Factory, the water quality management is perfect."
"It has to be. This is on a completely different level from the grunt work in the magic stone mines. Thorough hygiene management is a given."
This wasn't just anything; it was the management of a massive number of succubi.
Since large-scale public orgies were taking place, managing the succubi and the humans they dealt with had become a critical matter requiring the most attention in Fermaton.
"Yoanna. How many have we executed so far?"
"Twenty-eight people have been executed."
"That's unfortunate."
Twenty-eight.
It was quite a high number.
These weren't people who died in war; they were prisoners I had sentenced in one-day trials, sent to the gallows, and then thrown into the Infinite Labyrinth.
These twenty-eight prisoners hadn't committed traditional crimes like murder or robbery.
They had committed crimes related to the succubi, and I had shown them no mercy.
The crime of bringing an unwashed member and thrusting it at a succubus after not bathing for a week.
The crime of being so blinded by sex that they failed to provide even the minimum safety measures.
The crime of daring to attempt rape against a succubus.
The crime of trying to force their cock into a virgin succubus who had no intention of having sex.
I demanded strict management from the Armbands regarding sex with succubi. Those who could be called foremen and centurions sought to thoroughly manage not only the regular ejaculation managers but also the daily stamina laborers.
And so, finally, a system capable of handling a large volume of succubi had been established.
"It's about time I turned my attention elsewhere."
"The Labyrinth?"
"Yeah."
After securing the sirens, I had stopped the conquest at the 25th floor.
It couldn't be helped.
During the process of securing a large number of sirens, I had lost Paladin Sonata in an unexpected accident.
Since I had lost a piece of Living Armor that was linked to my own essence—not just a regular suit of armor—it was only natural that it would take a significant amount of time to create a new one.
And that significant amount of time had come to an end.
"Yoanna. You said the armor coming in this time was made in the Empire, right?"
"Yes. It's a style of armor that was quite popular 200 years ago. I know it well."
"...I won't ask how you know that so well."
There are some things in this world you're better off not knowing.
"Let's see. Shall I take a look at my Unit 3 and Unit 4?"
This time.
Two are coming in at once.