Chapter 24

Chapter 24

I Became a Prisoner Trainer in the Dungeon.

Episode 24: Rape? Pure Love? Rapelove! (2).

After sending Eris back to her solitary cell.

“Ugh, I feel like I can live now.”

I threw myself onto the bed.

Even though sex had taken place in this bed just a few hours ago, the bed was completely dry and fluffy.

‘This must be magic.’

Was it called cleaning magic?

Since this was the training room, this bed was enchanted to return to a clean state at any moment.

By just snapping my fingers, the wet bed sheets dried up and all the smells disappeared, allowing me to comfortably throw myself onto the bed like this.

‘In my days as a porter, I really suffered.’

With no money, how could there be proper laundry?

I had to get used to the stench, hoping my nose would get blocked, and even when covered in filth, I couldn’t wash it every time.

Spells for daily life were quite expensive.

Since most activities were inside dungeons, daily life magic did develop, but the issue was that it was quite costly.

In this training room, I could enjoy such magic freely.

Although it’s true that the convenience of this lifestyle mainly involved dealing with the aftermath of sex.

But who cares?

The fact remained that no matter how much blood I might shed on this bed, a single snap of magic would make it clean again.

‘Is cleaning magic also a kind of regression magic?’

How did it clean things, I wonder?

Did it return to a certain condition like how I reverted to a past state?

Was the point of return when it was at its cleanest?

Or when someone last used it?

I didn’t know.

With my meager magical power, I neither used nor learned magic, so what was the point in analyzing the principles of magic?

‘Magic can be outsourced.’

The succubus secretary was an excellent mage.

Of course, most of the magic she had used so far had been specialized for training and prisoner management, but that’s exactly why she’s the most helpful to me as a trainer.

‘Is she a virgin?’

It’s absurd to think a succubus could be a virgin, but who knows?

If she was a virgin, the possibilities opened up in many ways.

‘I hope she’s a virgin.’

The whole universe seemed to be praying for my life to go well.

As if compensating for all the hardships and trials I had faced, my life as a trainer had been going smoothly, at least.

Where else could you find such a good situation?

Knock, knock, knock.

“Hm?”

The sound of knocking resonated.

There was no reason for anyone to knock at this late hour.

“……”

There was nothing in the training room to defend oneself with.

But there were tools for training.

Rustle.

I grabbed the whip with fringes like a horse’s tail.

Although it’s meant for corporal punishment and hitting, if used with some magic on the bed, it could be used for a new kind of ‘training.’

Knock, knock, knock.

The sound came again.

“Who is it?”

[“I am Natalie from the Supply Corps. May I come in?”]

A crisp voice.

I tried to remember, but I had never heard such a voice before.

“……”

I cautiously opened the door.

Outside was a succubus with pink hair pushing a cart like one from a hotel.

“……Who are you?”

I gave her a once-over from head to toe.

Her large chest, bigger than her head, combined with her secretary attire, made her figure so striking it was almost violent.

“I’m Natalie, newly assigned to the Supply Corps of the training regiment. I’ve been ordered to supply what the trainer needs.”

“Something I need?”

I pointed at the cart.

“I haven’t ordered anything, though?”

“This is a midnight snack.”

“……”

I subtly stepped back.

While I was slightly wary of those who weren’t my succubus secretary, the fact that this was my first time seeing her was more concerning.

“Were you transferred from another regiment?”

“Yes, that’s correct.”

“Which unit were you originally in?”

“I was in the Espionage Corps.”

As I stepped aside, Supply Corps member Natalie pushed the cart inside and placed it beside the table.

“Espionage Corps, huh. Your main duty must be collecting and handling information.”

“Yes.”

“Aren’t you unhappy about being reassigned here?”

“I just follow orders. No matter where I am, my duty to the Demon Army remains unchanged.”

“……”

Maybe it was because she was a succubus.

If she were a vampire like Chief Steward Akamondu, she would’ve said ‘For the Vampire Legion’ first.

‘Doesn’t matter.’

The Vampire Legion was, after all, part of the Demon Army.

If we compared it to a country and its local government, saying you served the Demon Army, which was like the nation, was more appropriate.

Clink, clink.

Supply Corps member Natalie began to take food out of the cart.

“……”

The types of food looked quite horrific.

Filled with greasy, fatty meats, with not a single vegetable in sight, just protein and fat.

“Enjoy your meal. Please leave the dishes and utensils on the cart outside, and I will collect them.”

“Is this dinner?”

“Huh?”

“I’ve already had dinner.”

“……?”

Supply Corps member Natalie tilted her head.

“……I apologize. There seems to have been a mix-up.”

Supply Corps member Natalie frowned and bowed her head.

“No, it’s fine. Since you’re here, we can’t just leave it.”

Although it looked more unappetizing than a Drake steak, this body was that of a young man in his early twenties.

‘When it comes to alcohol and meat for a midnight snack, I can handle it.’

I was not being greedy.

But what should I say about the meals of the Vampire Legion? At least since I was reincarnated into this fantasy world, they had been much tastier than anything else I had eaten.

‘What’s wrong with being a bit greedy?’

Perhaps it was compensation for twenty years of eating worse than army food, bread, and soup.

After starving through my childhood after reincarnation, I couldn’t bear to see food go to waste.

“Please go.”

“Yes, understood.”

I sent Supply Corps member Natalie away.

“……Do demons usually make meat this thick?”

When I pressed down on a steak about 5 cm thick with a fork, oil oozed out.

Though there was a slight mixture of aromatic spices with the natural smell of the meat, it was not enough to complain.

It was much better than the rat soup I ate in Baron Gilberte’s slums.

‘I guess I can’t live a life outside of the Demon Army now.’

To enjoy this level of luxury, one would need to be at least a noble of Baron Gilberte’s rank among humans, right?

So, I couldn’t give up the position of a trainer.

Not to mention the wine in front of me, I can never give up on luxuries that a cheap porter adventurer could never enjoy.

‘For the glorious life of Trainer Azazel.’

Cheers.

I poured wine into an empty glass, then held it up to the air.

Sip.

“……?”

The moment I thought the taste of the wine was sour beyond expectation.

“……Huh?”

Along with the sensation of my throat burning.

“……!!”

An agony as if my throat were melting erupted from my esophagus.

Ah.

Fuck.

………

“……”

When I came to.

“Oh ho, huh, ehh…”

In front of me, Eris was making the face of a thoroughly aroused female, craving a kiss from me.

“…Eh, uh, eek?!”

Thud, thud thud, thud thud thud.

A little.

Without realizing it, I moved my body as if I were forcefully pounding into her.

“Ahh, more, please…! Harder…!!”

Fortunately, Eris was now crying out in pleasure, even more than before.

Splurt.

The bed was drenched with the heat of man and woman.

“Aren’t you eating dinner?”

Eris watched me carefully.

Before, I happily ate dinner with the thought of having had my way with Eris, but now, trying to act like a sweet romantic gentleman towards her while eating makes my throat feel like it was burning.

“…I’m good just watching you eat.”

“……”

Eris bowed her head deeply.

It seemed like she was grumbling while blushing, but-

‘Could there be poison in it?’

I was sorry, but Eris didn’t know my true intentions now.

Even though I knew this ‘dinner’ was safe, I made Eris eat food that might have been poisoned.

Crunch, crunch.

Luckily, Eris was fine after eating the food.

I started to eat slowly, but-

“Is there something bothering you?”

Maybe I was not good at hiding my expressions; Eris cautiously asked, noticing my mood.

“If it’s a letter to my mother…”

Eris glanced at the letter on the desk.

The letter was already written, and all that was left was dinner.

“No. Just. I feel fortunate to be able to have this meal so peacefully.”

“Peacefully…?”

“Yes. Isn’t it?”

I stood up and approached Eris, picking up the half-eaten bread she left.

“In prison, you never know when you’ll be given poisoned food, so being able to eat comfortably like this.”

Crunch.

Eris flinched when I took a big bite of her bread, but she soon lowered her head.

“Are you going to poison me?”

“Poison? Maybe. If I were to put something in the food, it would probably be something like slipping an aphrodisiac into your drink.”

“A, an aphrodisiac…”

“I’m kidding.”

I patted Eris’s back, finishing the dinner.

“Once we’re done eating, you should go back.”

“Go back? Where to?”

“Well.”

I pointed outside.

“To your cell.”

“……”

“It’s time to go home.”

And, time for some scheming.

After Eris left.

I activated the magic to clean the bed, then fell into deep thought.

“……”

Assassination.

Of the trainer.

Why?

‘I’ve become an important figure. So why?’

Why would the Vampire Legion want to assassinate me?

The suspect was naturally Supply Corps member Natalie.

That succubus formerly from the Espionage Corps only presented the food with an extremely professional attitude.

‘An assassin.’

Knock, knock, knock.

The sound of knocking resonates.

“Who is it?”

[“I am Natalie from the Supply Corps. May I come in?”]

The situation was no different from before.

In other words, this situation was unavoidable.

‘Fuck.’

But.

If it couldn’t be avoided, I’d confront it, and if possible, enjoy it.

“Come in.”

Without picking up the whip, I boldly opened the door.

“What’s that?”

“It’s dinner.”

“Dinner?”

“Yes.”

“Hmm. Dinner, huh.”

The food in that cart, and especially the ‘wine,’ is a symbol of death.

“Perfect timing. I was hungry.”

“The meal-”

“I’ll eat well.”

I reached out in front of me.

“……?!”

“What’s your name? Ah, it doesn’t matter.”

I grabbed Natalie’s wrist and pulled her.

“For me, sex is like a meal.”

Could she be the culprit?

Or just a pawn?

Or perhaps an innocent woman who didn’t even know that the items she brought were poisoned.

Thud.

I threw Natalie onto the bed.

“Strip.”

Whatever her true nature.

“Or I’ll strip you.”

The answer would come out if I raped her.