Chapter 23

Chapter 23

I Became a Prisoner Trainer in the Dungeon.

Episode 23: Rape? Pure Love? Rapelove! (1).

There was something called the Stockholm effect.

To be more precise, there’s something called the suspension bridge effect.

In situations where adrenaline was pumped out of the body due to danger, if one received help from another, the sense of security and excitement could be mistaken for affection towards that person.

Where was Eris right now?

“Uh, ah…”

She knew everyone but herself was dead.

She must have been prepared to be killed from the moment she was captured, but when she actually thought she was going to die, she didn’t want to anymore due to various thoughts.

It’s the same even now.

Eris knows she could die, but she doesn’t intend to let go of the lifeline she’s found to survive.

“Ah, ah, hah…”

She didn’t struggle.

She didn’t resist fiercely, try to retreat, or even hit me with her handcuffed hands in defiance.

“Uh, it’s too… big… gently…”

If there’s any resistance, it’s just her pleading with me because she’s still scared of the unfamiliar penis entering her.

“Don’t do that.”

I didn’t deliberately push my penis forward; instead, I let go of Eris’s waist, relaxing.

“Uh, huh…”

There was no need to emphasize my presence by thrusting forcefully.

Every time Eris shook her head from side to side, she tightened her vagina herself, and just those brief moments of tightening in the midst of calmness were enough to stimulate me.

“Haa, haa.”

Eris’s sighs covered my neck.

Trying to escape from me somehow, yet her eyes keep glancing at me, gauging my mood.

‘She must be curious.’

Why was I constantly showing consideration towards her?

Eris was a smart woman.

If she weren’t, she wouldn’t have agreed to the deal.

She’s always aware that I still hold the power over her life and death.

At the same time, she clearly sensed that I was treating her very specially.

But.

“Is this enough? I want to put it in more now.”

“W-wait…”

“Wait?”

She was not unaware that this special treatment was directed only at her.

“You seem to be misunderstanding something.”

“Uh, uh…?!”

I roughly grabbed Eris’s hips.

“I’m doing this to enjoy sex more.”

“Uh, uh…”

A slight sense of humiliation and shame crossed her face.

Yet, at the same time, her resistance lessend.

As I released my grip, her body naturally fell down, and Eris, trembling, ended up impaling herself on my penis.

“Good, well done.”

I reached up to stroke Eris’s head.

Her expression relaxed for a moment, but then she stiffened it again, glaring at me.

“You, you’re not going to cancel the deal, are you?”

The reason Eris was so submissive was, of course, because of the secret agreement regarding the Alvatea family.

“I-if this is to deceive me…”

“I won’t deceive you.”

I pulled Eris’s nape closer, bringing our faces near.

“I promise. If you obey willingly, the bloodshed will be minimized.”

“…”

No bloodshed?

No one died? That was just something the priestesses of the Goddess Church would say; this was the Demon Army.

“How much blood the people of the county shed depends on you. The more you satisfy me, the less blood will be shed in the county.”

I wiped the sweat trickling down Eris’s cheek with my thumb.

“Every drop of sweat and love juice you spill means less blood for those you want to protect. Understand?”

“I, I understand.”

I planted the idea.

I framed the situation.

“The harder you work to please me, the safer Alvatea County will be.”

Sex with me wasn’t just simple sex.

“The treatment and response of our legion to Alvatea County will change depending on how much you satisfy me.”

Serving me sexually, dedicating her body to me, was actually protecting her family and her people.

“What big thing am I asking for? Did I tell you to swing a sword against humans, or to torture and dismember someone with orcs?”

If she refused or didn’t work hard during sex with me, she knew the worst-case scenarios she thought of when first captured in the dungeon might happen to her.

“Answer?”

“I, I understand…”

“Hmm.”

At times like this, the response should be ‘I understand, sir’, but this was my design flaw.

Since I made a deal with Eris, the daughter of Count Alvatea, it was natural for her to think of me as an equal or less.

‘Where would a lady like her go?’

She was a noble and an excellent knight.

Without the handcuffs, she could overpower and kill me in an instant, so using informal speech wasn’t surprising.

“Uh-oh.”

“…?!”

I lifted Eris’s arm high.

Then, pressing her body against mine, chest to chest.

“Open your mouth.”

“Uh, uh…”

“If we’ve made a contract, we need to seal it with a stamp?”

“Is this what you mean by a stamp?”

“What better stamp is there between a man and a woman?”

I said this while already poking her cervix with my penis.

“We’ll have to keep having sex and kissing from now on, so shouldn’t we start getting to know each other now?”

“Uh…!”

“Or stay still.”

I supported Eris’s lower back with one hand while grabbing her nape with the other.

Gripping the back of her head like a basketball isn’t particularly romantic, but applying just enough force to prevent her from pulling away or escaping was a slight warning to Eris.

I, who wasn’t forceful when penetrating her with my penis, became forceful with the kiss.

Since I was continuously looking at Eris without closing my eyes, she had only one option.

“…Haa.”

In the end, Eris had to slowly open her mouth.

She closed her eyes tightly and opened her mouth to survive.

Lick.

She lightly licked my lips.

As soon as our lips touched, her vagina twitched, and her handcuffed hands, stretched towards the sky, trembled slightly.

Lick, lick.

I kissed her as slowly and leisurely as possible.

It was like a kiss from a K-drama where they couldn’t do a passionate Western-style kiss due to censorship, just wetting the lips very leisurely.

Thrust, thrust.

Her vagina tightened with each kiss.

Since I was focusing on the kiss rather than the penis, Eris’s mind was also drawn to it.

What about her vagina then?

It tightened instinctively.

“…Haa.”

Eris let out a heated moan.

Even without looking down, I could feel the love juice dripping through my penis.

‘Maybe it’s time to change positions?’

I needed to find the most comfortable position for Eris.

I turned us around while still holding her.

At first, Eris was surprised, but she didn’t resist much when I leisurely turned her body while still inside her.

Thrust.

I lay Eris on the bed.

Not fully lying flat, but from the position where she was first penetrated, I ended up on top of her, sticking close.

Lick.

I pushed my tongue from top to bottom.

She tries to clamp her lips to block my tongue, but-

Thrust.

“…!!”

With a light thrust of my hips to push my penis in, Eris opened her eyes wide and trembled.

She came.

Tears welled up in her eyes.

But she couldn’t speak.

“Mm, chup, mm…”

All Eris could do was open her mouth if she didn’t want the penis to go in further.

In bed, there’s a clear sign of who’s on top.

All one needed to do was thrust from above in missionary.

Lick, lick.

I pushed my tongue into Eris’s mouth, mingling our tongues.

She tried to pull her tongue back but soon gently pushed it forward, submitting to my aggressive tongue.

Sluurp.

We really started intertwining our tongues.

I caressed her body all over, matching my hip movements with the rhythm of our tongues, rubbing against her vagina.

Eris’s resistance gradually faded.

Though there wasn’t much resistance to begin with, changes started to appear in her previously still body.

Her legs, awkwardly stretched beside my waist, now wrapped around my thighs.

It must have been hard to keep her legs up.

Yet, while kissing, she seemed to show an uncomfortable look in her eyes.

When having sex, a man should quickly notice where a woman felt uncomfortable or what she wanted.

Where her eyes met-

‘There it is.’

The armpit.

As befitted a noble lady, it’s smooth without a single hair, not something to worry about, but Eris unconsciously glanced at her own armpit while kissing.

Because of embarrassment?

That might be part of it.

Swoosh.

“Ah.”

I pulled Eris’s arm.

At the same time, I positioned her arm behind my neck, slipping my arms between hers to make her hug my back.

“…”

Eris communicated with her eyes.

It was not that she’s hugging me; it’s just that her handcuffed hands were forced to go around my back because of the handcuffs.

“Mm, mmm…”

But once her hands were in a comfortable position.

“…Haa.”

Eris’s mouth opened wider than before, and she gently closed her eyes, beginning to wrap her tongue around mine.

Thrust, thrust.

It was rape, but I matched all the tempo to Eris, like we were having sweet, leisurely sex with a lover.

“…!!”

Eris shivered.

At the same time, she clung to me tightly with her arms and legs, and I ejaculated inside her in sync.

“Ah, haa…!”

Eris let out a moan.

That must be from the sensation of being filled with semen, along with the feeling of fulfillment.

“Eris.”

I fixed her disheveled hair, kissing her cheek.

“…”

While I deliberately kept my penis inside to enjoy the aftermath of ejaculation, I lay down on top of her, staying still.

Shiver.

Eris’s body trembled finely, and I felt her nails digging into my back.

It was not to scratch me with that weak force.

‘Pfft.’

It was the gesture of a female, scratching the man’s back out of pleasure, not knowing where else to put her hands.

Evening.

“Good. This will do.”

After the creampie, I had dinner with Eris and received a letter from her.

-I am alive.

-The Vampire Legion wants to make a deal.

Such content was written with noble eloquence.

“Now, all I have to do is deliver this to Count Alvatea.”

“…”

“Don’t be downhearted. You didn’t betray humanity to survive. You chose the Alvatea family.”

I patted Eris’s head and took the letter.

“Good. Then you can go.”

“Go where?”

Eris blinked.

“Where, to where?”

“Where else?”

I intentionally took my time to answer, and Eris glanced towards the bed but-

“To your private room.”

“…”

“It’s evening. Work’s over. It’s my time off.”

“…”

I pointed outside.

Clench.

Eris’s hand, resting on my thigh, was tightly clenched into a fist, trembling.