Chapter 3

Chapter 3

I Became a Prisoner Trainer in the Dungeon.

Episode 3: Human Disqualification? Rape Master Pass (2).

Night fell.

After the succubus secretary left, no one else came.

Only food was delivered.

Grilled meat, soup, and a large amount of vegetables like cauliflower.

It wasn’t luxurious, but it was a lavish meal for a prisoner.

Eating it felt like the last meal a prisoner would have.

If the training succeeded, I’d be able to eat like this tomorrow too.

But if it failed?

Maybe the meat I was chewing now would become me, served on some demon’s table-

“…….”

Fortunately, it’s not human flesh.

Not that I had eaten human flesh before, but I knew because it had the familiar texture of pork.

…Whether it was the meat of an orc killed in battle or pork from a pig farm, I didn’t know, but if I didn’t want to end up like this slaughtered meat, I must survive.

No matter who I raped, no matter who I conquered, I must succeed in the training.

To ensure that this dinner wasn’t my last supper, I chewed the meat thoroughly, not leaving a single bit of sauce.

“The time has come. Apprentice Trainer.”

The succubus secretary tidied up the meal while holding a candelabrum.

“Please follow me. I’ll guide you directly to the training room.”

“…….”

“You seem very determined. Then, let’s have a brief conversation on the way.”

Click, click.

The sound of the succubus secretary’s high heels echoes through the basement corridor.

“The adventuring party you were captured with was ‘Silver rank’, with a total of 15 members. Correct?”

“Five women, ten men.”

And I was one of those ten men.

“Currently alive are four women and three men, including you.”

“…….”

“Some died resisting even after being captured, others died refusing to work off their fines when they couldn’t pay.”

“Any survivors who returned home?”

“None yet.”

That made sense.

Considering the group we came with, we weren’t skilled enough to conquer a dungeon of a demon lord’s officer.

It was just bad luck.

The gate-like trap inside the dungeon we entered enveloped us in gray mist, summoning us here.

After that, well, we were all captured.

“The men can all be killed for all we care. In fact, they can be used.”

“To what extent?”

“The goblin before you, about 30 days ago…”

The succubus secretary smirked, continuing calmly.

“He failed to corrupt a female, so in his anger, he made the captured men gang rape her.”

“…….”

“He created a situation where she was betrayed by the men she considered comrades. She lost her will to live being gang-raped by them.”

“A failure then.”

“Yes. She wanted to commit suicide, and one of the men ended up killing her.”

“…….”

That was probably why the previous trainer, the goblin, was executed.

Demons could die too.

As a human, there was nothing strange about my head being chopped off.

“You can use the men however you want. But the women… you must not kill them or mutilate them.”

“Because they’ll be used as part of the demon army’s forces?”

“Yes. They are to be at the forefront of the Vampire Legion in the future, and if they go out with missing limbs, it won’t be ‘stylish’.”

Stylish.

From this short conversation, I roughly understood the ideal image the Vampire Princess expected from a trainer through the succubus secretary.

‘Is it like a modern 19+ superheroine falling into corruption?’

Usually, in such scenarios, the heroine loses her mind to lust before ultimately getting marked with a womb tattoo, fully corrupting into a female.

“Of course, if pain is necessary for corruption, that method could be used…”

“If corruption was forced by such pain, my turn wouldn’t have come.”

There were plenty of experts in violence in the demon army.

Many demons like goblins or orcs were adept at using their cocks to torment women.

But only I, as a human who understood the physical limits of humans, could make them submit with a cock, turning them into beings loyal to demons.

I must be the only one.

Otherwise, I’d be dead.

“One more question. How is success in training determined?”

“It’s judged by sex magic.”

“Sex magic?”

“We’ll cast a special spell on you.”

The succubus secretary lightly brushed her hand towards my eyes.

“Can you see it here?”

The succubus secretary calmly lifted her shirt.

Her waistline and smooth abdomen were beautiful enough to make one gulp, but her action was too formal and official to match her figure.

“Can you see it?”

“…I can’t see anything.”

“Yes. It’s normal not to see it now.”

“……?”

“Later, the ‘womb tattoo’ will start to glitter here.”

Womb tattoo.

It seems like it was indeed a womb tattoo.

“When the pink tattoo turns completely black, when it’s nearly 99% saturated with sexual energy, that’s when reason collapses.”

“…….”

“At that moment, if you make her swear loyalty as a vampire, she will truly become a demon.”

Click.

The succubus secretary stopped in front of a wooden door at the end of the corridor.

“One more question, perhaps the last one.”

I asked the question as she turned her gaze towards me just before opening the door.

“Has there ever been success in turning someone into a demon with this method?”

“……Unfortunately, no.”

“What?”

“The theory is perfect. This is sex magic developed by our master, the Vampire Princess, through research with succubi.”

“…….”

“If we had cocks, we would have experimented ourselves. But the Vampire Legion has relatively few males. The males employed for training were either borrowed from other legions or hired because they were confident.”

“I see.”

There was one glimmer of hope for survival.

“If I were to be the first to succeed, the chances of survival would be even higher, wouldn’t they?”

“That’s why we have high expectations. Conversely speaking…”

“You’re warning me to be prepared if I fail to meet those expectations.”

Sneer.

The succubus secretary opened the door.

Step.

The room exuded an eerie atmosphere.

‘It feels like an AV filming set.’

A place with a black floor and lined with gray equipment.

It resembled the atmosphere of a place where women were harshly tormented and pinned down in AV.

It also felt deep and dark.

Rather than a training room, it felt more like an execution chamber, reminiscent of where medieval witches were tortured for religious trials before being judged.

“There are currently four women alive. If you manage to corrupt even one of them, you will immediately become our legion’s rape trainer.”

“…….”

“What will you do?”

“Let me take a look at the four survivors.”

I scanned the items in the center of the room.

‘All familiar items.’

A warrior’s sword, a knight’s helmet, a thief’s bandana, a priest’s bible.

There were various other items, but those were all from the living ones.

“So, how will you conduct the training?”

“The method… wait. What are you holding?”

“A pen and paper.”

The succubus secretary had fixed paper to a large wooden board and was holding a quill pen with red ink flowing from it.

“Are you planning to write it down?”

“Yes.”

“In real-time?”

“Yes.”

“You’re going to watch and record everything I do from beside me?”

“Because it’s important.”

“…….”

She cared enough to openly watch and record the rape training?

‘I must succeed no matter what.’

If I survived, regardless of being on the side of the demons, I’d be treated as a pioneer in that field.

‘Who in this other world has ever given me such an opportunity?’

The modern world and this one were different.

Unlike the time when there were limitless paths and possibilities in an information society, here the paths to choose from were few, and there were barely any lifelines to grab.

The opportunity was once in a lifetime.

If I missed this chance, it was death.

“…Hmph. Fine. Record or not, as long as there’s no special issue with what I do, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t interfere.”

“Very well. Any other instructions? Physical work, magical tasks, or organizing, just leave it to me.”

“We’ll ask for that when needed. So, I just need to corrupt one out of the four, right?”

“……For now, yes.”

The succubus secretary looked at me with suspicion.

She seemed curious about what plan I had in mind.

Then, I should tell her.

“Bring all four here.”

“……Here, at the same time?”

“Yes.”

Warrior, knight, thief, priest.

All four were women, and in our adventuring party, I had the role of a porter and guard, keeping watch.

“The previous one called them one by one…”

“…….”

She must be worried.

After capturing four women, she’s concerned that I might persuade them all to commit suicide instead.

But it’s okay.

I had lived in this world for 23 years, and I had learned to read the room.

“It’s fine. I’ll show you that I can corrupt at least one of them.”

“……Even if three out of four die, if one becomes a servant of the demon army, that would definitely be considered a ‘success’.”

The succubus secretary nodded vigorously.

“Alright. I’ll bring them all in.”

With a snap of her fingers, guards dressed as wardens appeared, dragging their feet.

‘Skeleton wardens?’

Were they using corpses as wardens for prisoner management?

I couldn’t tell their build, but the faces visible between the hat and uniform looked like human bones.

“Bring all the female prisoners from sections 31 to 35 in C3 level of the prison area. Section 34 is already dead, so that’s four from 31 to 35.”

While I briefly worried if I would end up like that if I died-

Drag.

Four women entered.

Warrior, knight, thief, and priest.

They were dragged into the training room, barefoot, in a single brown dress typical of prisoners, with bread bag-like rags covering their heads, led by chains.

They had minor wounds but no severe bruising or necrosis, just the condition one would expect after a few days in a cell.

‘All familiar faces.’

These were the ones captured with me.

“Let’s get to the point.”

And then.

“Only one of you four can survive. I hold your lives in my hands.”

The reaction was intense.

All four seemed to recognize my voice.

“That’s how it is. Well, imagine whatever you want, but let’s start with a light truth game for an icebreaker? Lie and your head rolls off.”

I dragged a chair from the training room, sitting on it backward with the backrest facing forward.

“Raise your hand if you’re not a virgin among you.”