# 049 No Way This Woman Is a Saintess
# 049 No Way This Woman Is a Saintess
The main tournament was opening!
The curtain rose on the quarterfinals.
As powerhouses worthy of any stage gathered for the main bracket, people waited for the main tournament to begin, each talking about who would win.
"Who do you think will win?"
"It's gotta be the dark elf, right? She's the best with a sword."
"For me, it's still..."
As discussions broke out one by one over who would claim victory, by far the most eyes were focused on one competitor: the 'Vorpal Rabbit'.
"...Can that woman actually win?"
"Well, for someone who supposedly entered just for fun, she still clawed her way through the preliminaries."
"A guy I know said her swordsmanship is seriously strong."
"If she's got swordsmanship like that, why is she dressed like that?"
"Just... for fun?"
Nobody could guess the reason, but surely there had to be a reason why she'd deliberately dress like that.
Some thought it was because she was naturally lewd.
Some thought it was because her master, the man, wanted to watch a risqué fight.
And yet others thought it was because she was confident she could beat everyone and win the championship even while wearing such an outfit.
"As the excitement reaches a fever pitch!! We'd like to hear a few words from the competitors!! ...Excellent! Thank you for those words! Next up, Vorpal Rabbit!!"
Bounce.
Waaaaaahhhhh!!
An explosive cheer.
The Vorpal Rabbit's appearance, seemingly upgraded yet another level from before, drew a thunderous ovation from everyone.
"Please share your thoughts on advancing to the main tournament!"
"...I will win, without fail, and please my Master."
"Ooooh! In that case, a word for your Master who must be watching!"
"If Ria wins... alone with Ria, just the two of us..."
Waaaaaahhhhh!!
* * *
While Sharia was in the main tournament waiting room.
I was finally able to enter the VIP waiting room.
The private waiting room of Lord Oned Bourbon Jirfangfar III.
The moment I opened the door of the waiting room, emblazoned with my alias in large letters, and stepped inside, the golden spectacle that greeted my eyes left me wholly satisfied.
"Money really is great, after all."
By nature, no dragon existed who hated gold and treasure.
As befitted a VIP room, the interior was decorated with every kind of gem and precious metal, and the main tournament arena was visible at a single glance through the glass window.
'I scattered a hundred thousand gold, so they ought to do at least this much.'
It was probably thanks to my freely scattering vast sums of money around the gambling hall, starting with that hundred thousand gold.
No one would find it odd if a suspiciously wealthy vampire shoved one slave into the fighting pit and dragged another slave along to sexually harass her.
"This room is so superb that even a Demon God could come here to relax."
"......."
"Hm? Why so silent?"
I tugged on the chain toward the woman wearing a collar beside me.
"Hm? Sia."
"......."
Short black hair and crimson eyes.
Skin tone like graphite, the same as when I became the musclebound jock Rape.
A modest chest and a rear end I wanted to grab and fondle at any moment.
And, exactly like Sharia, a bunny-girl outfit.
Who was the bunny girl who would stay by my side while Sharia competed in the tournament?
It was Leticia.
I had disguised Leticia as a typical demon woman, and Leticia had followed me from the inn all the way here with her lips pressed firmly shut.
'Because I can't have her walk in wearing a saintess's robes.'
Leticia was currently being pursued by the Demon Saintesses, including the Illusion Demon Saintess.
Now, what would happen if I, who saved Leticia, brought Leticia into the VIP room?
—Heavenly Demon Saintess Leticia! Submit meekly and become the Rape Dragon's sacrifice!
—This is displeasing. This is my private waiting room; what do you think you're doing?
—If you hand over Leticia peacefully, there will be no bloodshed!!
—Insolent!
The VIP room would immediately be raided.
A fight would break out, and even if Sharia performed well in the main tournament, the main bracket would become difficult if I could no longer move freely in the Land of Darkness.
If things went wrong, Leticia might even discover that I was Rapepral, the Rape Dragon.
'Being discovered doesn't matter, but I should at least stick my cock in before she finds out.'
Only after I've taken her virginity will she become like another Demon Saintess, or else I'll truly bring Leticia to my lair and raise her once like Sharia.
At the very least, I'd rather not have my true identity exposed right this instant.
So, I concealed Leticia's identity.
People would think she resembled Leticia, but there was no way Leticia would wear an outfit like a whore's.
—Look at that, doesn't she look a lot like the Heavenly Demon Saintess?
—Tsk, tsk. You idiot. That's a knockoff of the Heavenly Demon Saintess. Don't you get it? He brought a woman who looks like her so he can spank her ass and fuck her doggy-style right in front of the Heavenly Demon Saintess!
—Ooh. That's a very plausible play. Keuh, as expected of Viscount Jirfangfar III.
—That's just the average in the Land of Darkness. Like that could actually be the Heavenly Demon Saintess? You'd have to be insane to think the Heavenly Demon Saintess would show up wearing an outfit that is literally perversion incarnate.
I had exploited that exact blind spot, and had triumphantly succeeded in grabbing Leticia's leash and making my way into the VIP room.
"...I was certain someone would notice."
"If they've noticed, they'll come find us here. Speak like you normally do. Hm?"
"L-Like I normally...?"
"Yes. Like Ria does. What should you call me, Sia?"
"M-Master..."
Leticia's face flushed bright red as her fists trembled.
She must never have expected to be placed in this kind of situation.
"That's right. I am your Master. You have no need to be embarrassed. Among those in the Land of Darkness, most people wear clothes with a similar amount of exposure, don't they?"
"......."
It was true.
For the most part, people in the Land of Darkness wore heavily revealing clothing.
They were relatively more sexually open than the people of the eastern continent, and because multiple races were intermixed, the sexual culture itself had a relatively more liberal atmosphere compared to the east.
It was precisely because of this openly liberal atmosphere that I had disguised Leticia and brought her here; otherwise, I would have used a different method.
"So, Sia, you—"
Knock, knock, knock.
A knock rang out from outside.
I snapped my fingers to open the door, and standing there were women whose faces looked somehow familiar.
"And you are?"
"Greetings, Lord Oned Bourbon Jirfangfar III. I am called the Sword Demon Saintess, who serves the Sword Demon God."
A bigger shot than I expected had shown up right away.
The elegant, black-haired woman was...
'Huh?'
Wasn't she the woman who had entered my lair, had her limbs bound by tentacles, and was violated by me?
"This is the Illusion Demon Saintess, and this is the Lightning Demon Saintess."
"......."
The woman who had been trapped inside an illusion magic circle, had sex with me believing I was a prince on a white horse, and then screamed in despair when she realized the truth.
The woman I had mounted on a triangular wooden horse so that every time she sank down, the sexual stimulation sparked like an electric current, making her whole body tingle.
'They're all virgins I know.'
They were all virgins I had taken, each and every one.
The criteria for selecting Demon Saintesses weren't anything like women whose virginities I'd taken, but for some reason, there were only women whom I had held at least once.
And especially, only women whose virginities I had taken.
'Could it be they arranged this on purpose?'
If it was the Ten Demon Gods, there was naturally a strong possibility.
If they needlessly assigned experienced women as Demon Saintesses, public reaction might not be very good, and if they assigned virgins, there would certainly be men who, aiming for their virginities, intended to do weird things like the Rape Dragon.
However, the label of 'a woman violated by the Rape Dragon' served as an immense shield.
How could that be a shield, you ask?
'Because if you mess with a woman the Rape Dragon has touched, you'll end up in a very bad way.'
You messed with a woman the Rape Dragon had touched.
If that happened, afterward, it wouldn't be me stepping forward, but other people who, terrified out of their wits, would destroy that bastard.
—No, what happens if you touch a woman the Rape Dragon has embraced!!
—If, by any chance, the Rape Dragon starts rampaging, calling it a challenge against him, are you going to take responsibility?!
—They say that a hundred virgins die every time the Rape Dragon comes out just once!
Just in case I, of all people, might come out, they'd be scared stiff in advance and destroy that bastard, and the woman who was violated would be first in line to try and destroy the bastard.
—How dare you, with a cock smaller than a dragon's!!
—This sort of thing is just unpleasant! Sex where you just slam your cock in relentlessly, with no pleasure or consideration, this isn't rape!!
—...Isn't that what Rape is?
Anyway.
Having been violated by the Rape Dragon was something akin to existing somewhere between virgin and non-virgin.
Clearly not a virgin, but having lost her virginity in a situation akin to a natural disaster, a so-called honor-virgin, if you will.
Of course, there was a condition.
Because she was violated by the Rape Dragon, she must never carelessly have sex with any other man going forward.
The moment she had sex, she would become a woman who had engaged in sexual acts with multiple men, not a woman violated by the Rape Dragon, meaning the shield of having been violated by the Rape Dragon would effectively disappear.
And so, wasn't the same true for the Demon Saintesses right now?
If they showed up before me after having sex with another man, that would be a suicidal act.
'But that doesn't seem to be the case.'
It might be a little funny to say it was fortunate, but judging by the Demon Saintesses' condition, I didn't get the feeling they had mixed bodies with any other man.
If that was the case, it meant these women had continued to maintain their purity since being violated by me.
"What business do you have?"
Since there was nothing to be displeased about, my voice didn't come out particularly sharp either.
I gladly welcomed the three Demon Saintesses who had come to find me.
"Do the Demon Saintesses wish to watch the match with me? Or do you have something to say about Ria?"
"We came because we wanted to ask about the woman you have with you."
"Hm?"
"What is your relationship with this woman?"
"Ah, Sia?"
Sia from Leticia.
It would be strange not to be suspicious.
But being suspicious was one thing; would I really go around so openly advertising Leticia as Sia?
They were in a state of uncertainty.
They currently had no certainty.
They had only come, half wondering, just in case, upon seeing the face beneath Leticia's appearance, disguised flawlessly as a black bunny.
"Unfortunately, this one is also my slave."
"......."
They didn't look like they believed me at all.
She so closely resembled Leticia that she was simply too identical for it to be dismissed as a perverted play session where I'd brought a look-alike.
Therefore.
Squeeze.
"!!"
"She's my slave; is there some kind of problem?"
I grabbed Sia's backside firmly with my hand.
Lightly caressing it, I patted her rear, pulled her waist toward mine, and held her.
"I'm sorry, but I'd like you to leave. You see, I need to spend some quality time with Sia right now."
Squish, squish.