Chapter 32

Chapter 32

I Became a Prisoner Trainer in the Dungeon.

Episode 32: Let’s Do Well From Now On (2).

There was something called a poison taster.

In the Joseon Dynasty, there were people who would taste the food before the king ate to check for poison.

A job where one risked their life to determine if there was poison in the food.

Though they received a significant salary that included hazard pay, it was a profession where one risked their life for every meal—or more.

Here, there was a poison taster as well.

“It’s safe.”

Natalie transferred all the breakfast given to me onto her own plate, carefully tasting each bite to confirm its safety.

“There’s no poison.”

“…….”

“You can trust me.”

I did trust her.

The meal seemed much more refined and considerate than what I ate yesterday morning, perhaps because the Vampire Princess instructed her to be careful.

Natalie must have been disciplined as well, but with Casey gone, the soldiers in charge of managing my meals have become very disciplined.

“What happened to Casey?”

“…….”

“Was she taken somewhere and disappeared without a trace?”

“Officially, she was sent to the punishment room for making a grave mistake to her trainer.”

“A mistake? What kind?”

“She tried to trick the trainer by preparing a magical beast dish that could cause a big problem… I had the honor of discovering and reporting it, so that’s how it was settled.”

“I see.”

A magical beast dish couldn’t be eaten by an ordinary human.

Just like how those who cooked every day in dungeons distinguished between edible and inedible magical beasts, human consumption required adjustments.

But to just feed it to someone?

It was as good as telling them to die.

“What about the story of the Demon Beast Legion?”

“…Nothing special.”

“Oh, they didn’t tell you that much?”

“……”

Natalie bowed her head deeply.

Despite being part of the intelligence unit, she currently had no access to information beyond official reports.

‘Has she been demoted?’

If the reassignment wasn’t just a simple move, perhaps she was demoted due to incompetence.

Or maybe she’s a spy sent here from within the intelligence unit.

‘There’s no rule saying spies can only come from the outside.’

Just like what happened with Casey, there might be eyes watching me from within the Vampire Legion.

Or maybe they had just removed someone with insufficient skills.

“Natalie.”

“Yes, trainer.”

“If someone tries to approach you later… has the female secretary told you anything?”

“Lil…”

At my gesture, Natalie immediately closed her mouth.

“If you mean the secretary, she instructed me that if anyone from outside asks about Casey, I should avoid giving any information and maintain confidentiality, and then excuse myself.”

“Indeed. That’s a sensible order.”

On the surface.

“Did she tell you to report to her personally or anything like that?”

“No.”

“Report to me or her. Even the smallest details. And if the other side tries to pressure you with authority or rank…”

There’s a possibility.

“Mixing some truth with lies to confuse them might not be a bad idea.”

“Mixing truth with lies…?”

“The trainer noticed the prank at dinner and tried to feed the food to the person who prepared it, causing trouble. Tell them something like that.”

“A prank….”

“If they ask specifically what the prank was, tell them the trainer forced someone to drink wine by inserting the bottle into their vagina.”

“…….”

Natalie’s face went pale for a moment, but I winked lightly and lifted my drink.

“Usually, they won’t interrogate you further after that.”

“Why are you telling me this…?”

“You’re from the intelligence unit, aren’t you? You should figure out the rest yourself.”

I couldn’t spoon-feed her everything.

I was not trying to make her grow, but-

‘No, it wouldn’t hurt to help her grow.’

Since she was a virgin, I should give her some leeway.

Because she showed courage by appearing in front of me as a poison taster despite being assaulted yesterday, I had decided to take care of her.

‘Can’t just send her to the birthing farm with a bad taste in my mouth.’

Sending off a woman who had never had sex or one who was not a virgin after one encounter to the birthing farm was one thing.

If sex and training were done with the intent of sending them there, even if I had intercourse with her, the end result was still the birthing farm.

But if she was a virgin.

If she was not completely useless, it was right to keep her around and look after her.

There was no other reason.

Just because she was a virgin, she held too much value to be merely used for that reason.

“Natalie.”

“Yes, trainer.”

“I feel like having sex while eating.”

“…What?”

“I’ll eat, you eat my cock.”

“…..What?”

I took off my pants, revealing my erection, and sat back down.

“Hurry up.”

“Umm…”

“Climb on top of me. I can reach over your shoulder to eat my food.”

Despite saying that, Natalie wasn’t so big that I would spill food over her shoulder.

“That, that…”

“Or should I make you lie down and put the plate on your back to eat?”

“……!!”

Oh.

Now that I think about it, there was that thing called naked sushi.

‘They told me not to play with food, but it’s quite effective for humiliating someone.’

If I ever captured some insolent count’s daughter at the beach, I should try it.

I didn’t know if such an opportunity would come, but if it helped with training, why stop at naked sushi? Maybe even waterfall wine.

“Hurry up.”

“Yes, I understand. But… how long will the sex last…?”

“Until I finish eating or after one round of vaginal sex.”

“……”

“It’s part of the training routine.”

From today, we decided to do it this way.

‘I want to start my day with sex, ejaculation, and save.’

Morning save.

The start of the day with sex, ejaculation, and save.

“Hurry up and get on.”

“…Understood.”

Natalie obediently climbed onto me.

She easily lifted her skirt and pulled her panties aside, then sat on my erection.

Click.

It was nothing new.

Today, Natalie did not wear stockings.

Meal, save, successful.

After the meal, burning calories with sex could be one method of exercise, but since I had things to do in the morning, I decided to handle everything efficiently.

“Dalia.”

“What’s the matter?”

Dalia, the white-haired, red-eyed vampire priestess.

“What did you call me for… ugh.”

The first to fall, she frowned as soon as she entered.

“Did you have sex this morning?”

“So what if I did?”

“If you have that much energy, you should pray to the goddess first…”

“My sex is a prayer to the goddess.”

“You irreverent bastard.”

Dalia grumbled as she sat across from me.

“So, why did you call me?”

“Just wondering how you’ve been doing lately.”

“What?”

“Since your fall, has the Legion been giving you any tasks?”

Dalia looked at me in silence for a long time.

“……”

Was she wary of someone else’s eyes?

There was no one else in the room except for the female secretary, Lilith, who came to work after my meal.

If she was cautious about Lilith-

“Blood.”

“Blood?”

“They regularly drain my blood. Just enough to avoid anemia.”

Dalia rolled up her sleeve.

“……”

There were marks from needle pricks and bruises where sharp fangs had dug in.

“Why? Feeling pity?”

“No. I’m just surprised that even as a vampire, you bleed so much.”

“I draw my own blood.”

“You, yourself?”

“Yes.”

Dalia mimed pointing her fangs at the bruised area.

“Akamondu, the Chief Steward, said that if I do my best in the tasks given by the trainer, they would overlook me making a statue of the goddess in my room.”

“The Chief Steward…?”

“Yes. He said that in time, I would eventually follow our Vampire Legion, but… heh, technically, I’m not one of the Vampire Legion. I’m just a priestess on assignment to deal with the defectors here.”

“……”

I pushed her towards mental breakdown with such deals, but it seemed Dalia’s mental fortitude was stronger than I thought.

“I don’t know what you think of me, but when I’m alone in my cell, my time is entirely mine. Except for testing their faith before killing captured prisoners, the only things I do are cleaning the cell, praying, and making statues of the goddess.”

Did she awaken after killing the men who gang-raped her?

“Why do you draw your blood?”

“I just told you I’m making a statue of the goddess, didn’t I? I’m trying to make a statue by mixing my holy-powered blood with clay.”

“…To that extent?”

“She commanded me to do so.”

Dalia clasped her hands in prayer, sneering.

“I feel like giving a statue mixed with my blood to the Vampire Princess as a gift. What kind of reaction would she have? Would she lick the statue in her bloodlust? Or would her body be purified by the power of the goddess?”

“……”

There was no need to continue this line of conversation with Dalia.

“Alright. Dalia. I called you today because there’s something for you to do.”

“Something for me to do?”

“Yes.”

I made a motion as if swinging something with my wrist.

“Today at noon, Chief Steward Akamondu will go on a human hunt.”

“……Oh.”

“Specifically, they received intel this morning. They plan to send a large force from Baron Gilberte’s territory to the dungeon.”

“Hmm….”

Dalia tilted her head.

“I wouldn’t think Baron Gilberte’s house would dare to challenge the Vampire Legion… Are you telling me to fight?”

“No.”

Naturally, I expected our Legion to win.

“What we’re going to do is set selection criteria.”

“Criteria?”

“Yes. To put it more bluntly, let’s negotiate about how you’re going to judge the situations I envision for training.”

“Negotiate… Specifically what?”

“We’re going to do rape training. But I’m not going to train all the women.”

Even if I thrust into them, unless it was a virgin succubus’s vagina, it was no different from a masturbator for humans unless it was an exceptional one.

“I have a question.”

“Ask.”

“If you hang a succubus upside down so only her vagina is visible and say it’s ‘the goddess’s vagina’ and promise to spare her if I thrust into it…”

“…….”

“When I thrust into it, is that target judged for execution?”

“……Heh.”

Dalia smiled, clasping her hands together.

“Whether it’s a succubus’s vagina or your anus, knowing it’s ‘the goddess’s vagina’ and still thrusting into it is an act of sacrilege.”

“Why bring up my anus specifically?”

“Because it’s literally that. Calling something that’s not even close to the goddess’s vagina is blasphemous, but…”

Dalia smacked her lips, clenching and unclenching her fist.

“Thrusting into something knowing it’s ‘the goddess’s vagina’ is a sacrilegious act, so they must be killed. But even if you call it a vagina, wouldn’t it be obvious that it’s a succubus?”

“Ah, that.”

I pointed at the wall.

“Just cover it with the wall so only the vagina is visible.”