Chapter 33

Chapter 33

I Became a Prisoner Trainer in the Dungeon.

Episode 33: Let’s Do Well Going Forward (1).

Those captured as prisoners experience a significant drop in cognitive ability.

Due to being taken prisoner in an enemy territory.

Due to the realization that they could die at any moment.

If, by some miracle, they were captured by groups like the vampire legion or demon legion, where ‘hostage negotiations’ were possible, they might hope for a way to survive. However, in the case of the other beast legions or the undead legions, they were consumed by despair, knowing they would inevitably die.

But conversely, if there was even a chance of survival, humans would desperately rack their brains.

Wasn’t there a saying that even if you entered a tiger’s den, you could survive if you kept your wits about you?

That must be an expression revealing the basic human instinct to struggle for survival.

Anyway.

I decided to exploit the phenomenon where, in the midst of that human struggle to survive, they failed to make proper judgments and became fixated only on the information given to them.

To create a situation where they misunderstood and overreacted based solely on the information in front of them, I had Lilith, my succubus secretary, set up a few scenarios.

“Trainer. Preparations are complete.”

Just like right now.

“You must have worked hard preparing in such a hurry. Thank you.”

“Not at all. I actually enjoyed preparing.”

Lilith, my secretary, pointed at the object she had created with an excited expression.

“Just by setting up a partition wall… hehe.”

Before making it, I had already explained to Lilith the purpose of this partition wall, and she had clearly understood how it would function while building it.

A partition wall made of wooden planks.

And in the middle of the partition wall, there were three round holes, each covered with a curtain-like cloth.

“On the other side, I’ve set it up like a bed so they can lie down or crouch.”

Lilith, my secretary, guided me to the other side.

At the end of the partition wall, they had even installed a door for entry and exit, and secured it with a lock and key to prevent anyone from opening it carelessly.

Creak.

When I opened the door and went inside, just as Lilith had said, there was a long bed stretching out.

The supports holding it up seemed designed never to collapse, as if to ensure the entire partition wall and bed would remain stable.

“Trainer, as you instructed, I’ve also prepared restraints to ensure they can’t move on the bed.”

“Good.”

The restraints connected to the left and right of the bed reminded me of those used to bind mental institution patients in American movies, but did the appearance really matter?

What’s important was that the person lying on the bed couldn’t move and stayed in place.

“But Trainer. Do you really think humans will fall for this?”

Lilith asked cautiously.

“No matter how much we hide it, won’t they realize they are a succubus?”

Clatter.

Where Lilith pointed, three lower-ranking succubi dressed in prisoner uniforms were waiting for us.

Compared to Lilith, their wings, horns, and tails were noticeably smaller or shorter. These lower-ranking succubi must consume male essence to survive, relying on sex as their only means of living.

Originally, they would have continued their lives in the lower dungeons of the vampire legion, raping adventurers or inducing erotic dreams to stay alive.

They were succubi who had volunteered in response to Lilith’s recruitment announcement for training support soldiers in the legion.

“Well, I suppose their tails might give them away.”

And, naturally, succubi had tails.

Not sprouting directly from the anus like an anal flag, but growing from the top of the buttock cleft, like other demonkin.

So, if someone were to approach from behind, even if the curtain hid it, there was a chance the tail could be exposed during the act.

“I’d like to make it so only the lower half is exposed.”

“Wouldn’t that be too tight?”

While the tail could be exposed, adjusting it too precisely would make it unusable for the next person. Since we couldn’t adjust the hole for each person who used it, we ultimately had to settle on using the curtain.

“Alright. Just wrap the tail around your body and lie down. All three of you, lie down now.”

Snap.

At my command, the three succubi swallowed hard and approached the bed.

Rustle.

They lay down as if receiving a massage, aligning their legs neatly and sliding them through the holes, adjusting their positions smoothly.

One lay face down, another sprawled out completely, and the third clung tightly to a handle attached under the bed, gripping it with both hands.

“From the back… yes, this is it. This is perfect.”

Perfect.

‘This is it.’

Three perfectly positioned vaginas were lined up against the wall, ready for doggy-style penetration.

The one-piece prisoner uniforms brushed against the curtain, exposing their lower halves completely.

‘It’s less like a scene from a hentai or JAV, and more like something you’d see in a Western porn video.’

Wasn’t there always that kind of concept porn?

At a college party or something, they set up a playful contraption like this, and drunk guys took turns penetrating a line of college girls without discrimination.

Of course, the ones here were all white vaginas, and the males doing the penetrating were all white too.

Somewhat surprisingly, I also had that kind of appearance.

“Hey. Succubi.”

I went back to the other side of the partition wall.

“Do you want to lie there quietly and receive human semen?”

“…….”

“Answer me.”

“Ah, yes. We do, Trainer.”

The succubi’s responses were a bit slow.

It seemed they hesitated because I was human, but Lilith was behind me.

“Lilith. These girls seem a bit dim. Don’t we have other volunteers?”

“We can recruit more if you want….”

“We’ll do well!!”

The lower-ranking succubi, who were about to be replaced, suddenly straightened up.

“Good. You have to do well. Just lying there won’t cut it. From now on, you need to do your best to pretend to be ‘human prisoners.’”

I handed each of the succubi an object.

“You must not say a word. The only sounds you can make are moans of pleasure while being penetrated.”

They were given gags, typically used for real prisoners or captives.

Though the items had been cleaned, having to put them in their mouths must still feel humiliating for them.

“Your tails must not be exposed. No, even if they are exposed, they must not be discovered before the act. Until we make the prisoners continue thrusting their cocks relentlessly, pretending not to notice even after realizing it’s a succubus vagina, you must never let them know you’re succubi. Understood?”

That was literally a do-or-die situation.

“Do well. I’m not asking for much from you. Just lie there quietly, keep your mouths shut, and when a man approaches from behind and penetrates you, quietly tighten your vaginas and enjoy it.”

From the succubi’s perspective, this might feel a bit humiliating.

Since the humans would think they were human and rape them like that, the succubi might feel humiliated at being treated and devoured like mere humans.

“Remember. This is all for the sake of our legion.”

I made a gesture of lightly grabbing my throat with my hand toward the three of them.

“If any of you make a mistake or carelessly expose your tails, that person will be used as a semen toilet for humans for the rest of their lives. Got it?”

“……!!”

The lower-ranking succubi probably didn’t want to be treated as toilets either.

“Or I could send you to the ‘farm.’”

“…….!!”

At the mention of the farm, the expressions of the three succubi changed instantly.

“We’ll do well!!”

“We’ll do our best to hide our identities and fulfill our roles as vaginas!”

“P-please, anything but the farm…!!”

I don’t particularly enjoy subduing them with threats and fear, but if they reacted like this, it was a different story.

“Good. Let’s do well so you don’t end up on the farm.”

I leaned forward and lightly slapped the succubi’s buttocks with my hand.

Smack.

“So… secretary.”

“Yes, Trainer.”

“Shall we go see the prisoners captured by Chief Stewaerd Akamondu?”

While Lilith locked the door next to her, I turned around and grabbed the roster lying on the desk.

“And coincidentally, there are two women among them. Hehe.”

The number of newly captured prisoners was nine.

Among them, two were women, and the remaining seven were all men.

“They said it was an adventurer team, right?”

“Yes. The Chief Steward captured an entire adventurer team. You mentioned you needed men to corrupt the women, Trainer.”

“The Dalia scenario, huh.”

“Yes.”

The Chief Steward had also heard about how Dalia fell.

“The enemy of humans is humans. The moment they feel disillusioned and betrayed by their own kind, that despair leads to corruption.”

Dalia fell because of the men.

If it hadn’t been for the Dalia case, the men wouldn’t have been captured alive as prisoners.

They would have simply had their hearts ripped out and turned into blood bags.

While it was generally right to handle women first in training—

‘This time, it’s different.’

I wouldn’t target the women first.

“Among those women, which one has had relations with the men?”

“According to the investigation, one of them has a lover among the prisoners. The other is keeping quiet.”

“Is that so? Well, then we can be certain about at least one of them.”

Instead, I’d deal with the men first to ensure the women couldn’t rely on them.

“Secretary.”

“Yes, Trainer.”

“Aren’t you curious? We have three vaginas here.”

Lick.

“One is the vagina of a comrade’s lover, and another is the vagina of an innocent adventurer. And the third one…”

I made the sign of the cross.

“As the vagina of a priestess who believes in and follows the goddess, violating it is the same as violating the goddess.”

Clatter.

“Aren’t you curious too, Dalia?”

“…….”

At the end of the passageway, Dalia, her face hidden by a black robe and mask, greeted me while holding a blood-stained mace and making the sign of the cross.

“Except for one thing…”

Clatter.

“Those who commit blasphemy against the goddess to save themselves…”

“Can be killed.”

-Hehe.

Behind the mask, Dalia smirked.