Chapter 1

Chapter 1

I Became a Prisoner Trainer in the Dungeon.

Episode 1: I Became The Vampire Princess’s Slave Trainer.

Geniuses who reincarnated into another world used their modern knowledge to forge their own destinies.

They might start a hygiene revolution by making soap, or transform a medieval fantasy into something close to the modern era using modern economic theories.

What about me?

I graduated from an all-boys middle and high school, served in the military, graduated from university, and got a job.

I dated women and even discussed marriage, but we broke up due to practical issues.

“Oppa, is this really all? Is this all the money you’ve saved? …Oppa, are you meeting me just to have sex? Were you just after my body? This is rape! Ahhh!!”

It was a common story.

If you posted it online, you might get some upvotes, but after a few weeks, it would appear in the humor board with degraded quality.

A story that was not pleasant to remember, yet so common that even without posting it online, you’d find one or two people around with similar tales.

So, I immersed myself in work.

I had an inferiority complex, and my pride was hurt.

There were also times when I desperately needed money.

However, I was just an ordinary person.

No, not even a prodigy mocked by geniuses as an ordinary person.

Just an average office worker.

The kind of person who would be the average or median in national statistics.

In fact, my company even fired me before any results came out, holding me accountable.

What did I do after that?

With no family to grieve, I was alone-

‘It wasn’t suicide, I think.’

I died while doing something.

Though my memory of that part was vague, I think I did something I wasn’t ashamed of at the last moment.

If such a person were to be dropped into another world, a fantasy world with magic and elves, what kind of future would unfold?

Nothing happened.Well, something did happen, but it wasn’t particularly successful.

There was no soap.

I tried to remember how to make soap, but all I could think of was solidifying oil in milk cartons.

I failed to make quality paper.

Even when I tried to cut trees and soak them to make thin paper, the low-quality paper was no better than trash compared to the mass-produced high-quality products on the market.

It wasn’t even a household where such attempts could be made repeatedly.

The story of having many children in farming families to raise as labor was something I only read about in books, not something from an actual family-

Correction.

Not even a family, but a commoner household, not even a fallen noble from generations ago, just a poor farm family where kids were born one after another until they were handed a shovel or needle instead of a spoon.

The only real talent I had was making tools from items around the house.

If I had to name the skill, it would be carpentry, which proved surprisingly helpful.

My parents, those characters, would pour thin soup into the bowls I carved with a small chisel, showing some kindness.

If I didn’t do that, I would have been sold off.

Later, I learned what happened to my sold siblings, but even then, I worked hard at carving wood to prove my usefulness.

In doing so, I unintentionally made items helpful for marital relations.

I carved a pestle for grinding fruits, but they used it for something else.

Anyway.

That was about all I could do.

The only other thing I could do after reaching puberty was till the fields and train my body in my spare time.

Not just for physical strength, but also because mercenaries occasionally visited the village.

And others, those living off swords and shields in gray armor.

Through them, I learned about goblins and other monsters in the world, and about the existence of the Demon King.

At first, I laughed.

What was even the Demon King? He’d be killed in one shot by a hero.

He’d have his head cut off by a holy sword or something.

Because of the Demon King, at least I wouldn’t die immediately.

Still, thinking I might need to survive if something dangerous happened, I learned basic swordsmanship from the mercenaries visiting the village.

Thanks to that, I survived.

When goblins attacked and everyone in the village, including my family, died, I managed to kill a goblin with the swordsmanship taught by the old mercenary.

I lost my home in an instant, and I became a mercenary.

I became a handyman for a mercenary group visiting the village, drifting into an adventurer’s town, learning about the world.

A world where there’s a Demon King.

A world with dungeons.

Adventurers raided dungeons for treasures, and among them, there were those who called themselves the ‘Hero Party’.

I lived desperately.

I couldn’t use magic, had no particular talent for swords, couldn’t kill people, but with the skills I honed for survival, I could just protect myself, a mere porter and mercenary.

I didn’t accumulate enough merit to earn a mercenary badge made of expensive minerals like silver or gold.

I could at least get a badge made of brass.

Maybe because of that.

With the brass badge and the daily wages I earned, or by hanging out with the men in the mercenary group, I sometimes spent money on pleasure.

I bought prostitutes.

For someone like me, neither suitable for marriage nor dating, there were only two ways to relieve sexual desire.

One advantage I had was that my modern knowledge was somewhat useful in sex.

“Ah, him? Unlike other mercenaries, he’s pretty good at sex.”

I became somewhat famous among the prostitutes.

Rumors spread that I made love like I was with a woman I loved.

I just used some techniques I saw in porn before reincarnating.

I just remembered and practiced techniques and self-care methods shown by a familiar face of an AV actor on YouTube.

I just used a few safe tools that wouldn’t harm the skin.

By following steps like on Earth, sex in this medieval fantasy world seemed quite exotic.

Since it was said by sex experts, it couldn’t be wrong.

If it wasn’t just flattery to make me a regular, in this world, I might be considered something close to a sex expert.

What good was it then?

I couldn’t conquer a dungeon in a day and make a fortune like mercenaries with gold badges, nor could I conjure flames from my hands with magical talent, nor was I born a noble to live luxuriously just by virtue of my status.

Was it okay to live like this?

Was it acceptable to live a life where I was praised for being good at sex with female adventurers or prostitutes?

Such were my concerns, I, ‘Zechs’, a 23-year-old (after reincarnation).

I was fucked.

I joined what I thought was an ordinary dungeon raid, but it turned out to be a dungeon operated by one of the Demon King’s executives.

We fell into a trap, teleported by magic, and were confined somewhere.

Those who resisted died.

Imprisoned in a cell with only one window to tell day from night, I suffered listening to my fellow mercenaries die one by one each day.

And on the third day or so.

As I was slowly being consumed by the fear of death and beginning to accept it.

“I will ask you.”

Kneeling before a woman with white hair and red eyes, sitting on a black throne in what was clearly the ‘Demon King’s Castle’, a vast hall.

“They say you’re very good at sex, is that true?”“……Yes?”

Her sharp fangs were visible between red lips.

Pointed ears stretched out to both sides.

Her skin was unnaturally pale, as if she hadn’t seen sunlight for ages, or perhaps shouldn’t.

“Valuing your skill, I will appoint you as our dungeon’s ‘Rapist’. Refusal means death, as does incompetence.”

“……May I ask a question?”

“A polite human, aren’t you? I permit it.”

“What is a ‘Rapist’?”

One of the four executives of the Demon King’s army, known by the alias ‘Vampire Princess’.

“A rape trainer.”

She threatened me.

“You must train the female heroes or adventurers we capture in this dungeon. Make them truly our allies, capable of fighting actively as our slaves.”

“…….”

“In other words, you will use your best night skills to subdue human women. The method doesn’t matter. Use sex to break our ‘enemies’ we bring, turning them into slaves of the penis, kneeling before me.”

If I wanted to live, rape.

No, I needed to make them sexually submit to follow demons instead of humans.

“For the past decade or so, the Demon King’s army only killed captured humans. But our ‘legion’ is different. We will corrupt human women into female slaves, making them fight and be loyal to our legion as slave soldiers.”

Why pleasure?

Why sex?

“If you succeed in corrupting the captives into female slaves, I can turn them into vampire soldiers stronger than any other.”

That was the most efficient way for this Vampire Princess to build a powerful force.

“Is it just about making them submit through sex?”

“Indeed.”

“Whether using tools or drugs, turning even virgins who know nothing of men into sluts who can’t live without a penis, is that all?”

“Yes. Previous men couldn’t do it. Can you?”

Abandoning humanity, betraying humans by submitting to demons.

“Ha.”

At that moment, I was a little crazy.

“Just give me the order. I’ll turn them into females for you to see.”

Whether it was sex or whatever, the fact that there was a place that needed someone like me.

What did it matter whether it’s humans or the Demon King?

“I’ll have sex again.”

The Vampire Princess, smiling at my words with her legs crossed, was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen-

To be honest.

‘I want to have sex with her.’

Even if I died, I’d want to die after having sex with such a beauty.

“Good.”

The Vampire Princess laughed.

“If you fail, you die.”

Now, I must train through rape, risking my life.

To survive.

For me, rape was survival.