Chapter 37

Chapter 37

I Became a Prisoner Trainer in the Dungeon.

Episode 37: Let’s Do Well Going Forward (5).

I made a bet with Gentia.

-“I, I believe in my husband! My husband, Kite, will definitely choose me!”

She declared that she trusts her husband.

That trust might indeed be trust in her husband—

“But it’s distrust pushed to the extreme.”

The belief that at least the last person would choose her.

The certainty that, even if no one else did, this one person surely would.

Among the seven men captured as prisoners here, six had consecutively betrayed her, leaving her desperate to cling to the last one—the strongest rope she wanted to hold onto.

The other six prisoners had stabbed Gentia in the back to survive.

This wasn’t something that would end in a single day, and if it repeated tomorrow, who knew what new choices might arise?

Gentia made her choice.

Without even knowing what it meant to work for the Demon Lord’s army, she agreed to the bet, certain that her husband would choose her.

“Trainer.”

While heading to retrieve her husband, my secretary Lilith grabbed my sleeve.

“I have a question.”

“Something you’re curious about?”

“Is it really okay not to place a ‘contract’ on her?”

“A contract?”

“Yes. A magical contract, [Geas], I mean.”

“Oh, you mean the kind of mark engraved on slaves?”

Lilith was offering advice under the guise of a question.

“Are you worried? That Gentia might go back on her word later?”

“…Yes.”

“Because she’s human?”

“Yes.”

She’s concerned that even if Gentia lost the bet, she might make excuses or change her terms.

“It’s fine. This time, it’s actually more effective without such restraints.”

“More effective without a contract or magic…?”

“Something like that.”

I pulled Lilith by the shoulder as we walked down the corridor.

“There’s no need to impose restrictions or add more conditions. Nor do we need to secretly talk to her husband while fetching him.”

“That’s…”

“Did you perhaps think of that? Suggesting we whisper something to her husband where Gentia can’t hear?”

“…”

“What would you have done?”

“Me, you mean?”

“Yes. If you were the trainer, what would you have done?”

“T-That’s!”

Lilith suddenly raised her voice and waved her hands.

“H-How could I dare take the trainer’s place…!”

“It’s not a loyalty test or anything like that—I’m genuinely asking for your opinion. If I think your suggestion is better, I’d turn around right now and place a magical contract on Gentia.”

“…”

One round of social maneuvering considering the other’s position was enough.

And noticing what the other truly desires is also part of skillful social interaction.

“…I’d secretly inform her husband.”

“Inform him of what?”

“That the six before him stabbed his wife in the back.”

“…”

An interesting and effective choice.

“And the effect of that?”

“It would bestow despair upon the adventurer leader, knowing his wife was used by his subordinates.”

“Exactly. That would definitely be effective. Males tend to lose it when they hear their woman was taken by someone else.”

Even knowing it was due to rape, men as creatures often react with particular sensitivity.

“If you let him know that, it’d surely cause a rift among the male prisoners. Tension would build between the six subordinates and their leader.”

“Yes. It’s about sowing discord.”

“Right. But… does that conflict only arise if you tell him?”

“Huh?”

“Do we need to tell him?”

By now, we were nearing the prison where the captives were held.

“They’re eagerly screwing away.”

“…They must’ve been starving, ahem.”

Already there, the second and third succubi were enthusiastically devouring the male prisoners’ cocks in a 3:1 group sex session.

“Stop it! Ejaculating inside a succubus drains your life force—it’s dangerous!”

The adventurer leader and Gentia’s husband, Kite, gripped the bars and shouted at his men until his voice gave out.

He must’ve wanted to reach through those bars and yank his subordinates away from the succubi’s clutches.

But the subordinates and Kite were in separate cells, facing each other across a passageway.

“Interesting.”

As I deliberately made my footsteps audible and approached, the prisoners’ dicks came to a halt.

“…!!”

Kite’s eyes widened, his pupils trembling.

No matter how much he shouted, his men—seemingly entranced—had kept going, ignoring his cries that their lives were at stake.

“Y-You guys…?”

The moment I appeared, they stopped thrusting.

Even with their dicks still buried in the succubi’s pussies, they swallowed hard and watched me cautiously.

Some even started to slowly pull out and distance themselves from the succubi.

“Hey, keep fucking.”

Turning my back to Kite, I quietly raised my index finger toward the six men screwing the two succubi.

“I’m just here to pick up the final offering.”

Shh—

With a smirk and my finger to my lips, the captive men swallowed hard, forced awkward smiles, and slowly resumed moving their hips. The gangbang with the succubi continued.

“Secretary.”

“Yes.”

“It’s the last one. Drag him out.”

Clatter—

At my command, Lilith instantly conjured magical chains, wrapping them around Kite.

In an instant, he was bound and dragged out from beyond the bars. I walked leisurely back down the corridor with Lilith.

“Adventurer Kite.”

And then—

“From now on, you’ll have to make a choice.”

Unlike what I’d told the others, I began explaining right there in the corridor.

“You’ll be faced with two pussies.”

Though there were three holes, one was reserved for me.

“One belongs to your wife, Gentia.”

“What…!!”

“The other belongs to your comrade.”

“What kind of madness…!”

“If you don’t thrust into one of them, you die.”

“…!!”

Kite stopped dead in his tracks.

Lilith tried to pull the chains, but Kite stood there like a statue, mouth agape, as if struck by a massive shock.

Srrk.

I grabbed Lilith’s hand, lowering it to stop her from pulling the chains.

Lilith obediently halted her attempt to yank them and lowered her hand, while I gestured toward Kite, pointing to the end of the corridor.

“And the pussies in there don’t know who thrusts into them.”

“…!!”

“That’s all.”

No more information will be given.

There was no need to provide more here anyway.

That was all the information the previous six were given.

“…Could it be…?”

Kite growled, bloodshot eyes glaring.

“Those bastards…!”

“…”

I deliberately composed my expression.

Though my helmet hid it, I restrained myself further to avoid letting a smirk slip, pointing ahead for Lilith.

“…!”

Lilith looked at me with eyes that seemed to realize something, then stepped closer with a faint smile.

“The last in line, huh?”

“Indeed.”

The last.

Just like him, the men before him committed something.

And now he had been given the same condition.

“You can’t help but suspect, even without thinking about it.”

1/2. 1/2. 1/2. 1/2. 1/2. 1/2.

“1/64. The chance he won’t feel disgust toward his men.”

The possibility that all six men chose the same pussy.

The chance they thrust into the pussy of a comrade, but not Gentia.

Of course, in reality, it was 1/3, repeated six times.

But Kite could only think of it as 1/2.

“Come in.”

The moment the door with the pussy holes opened—

“…!!”

There were three pussies there, but—

“Choose one of the two. This one’s mine.”

The third pussy, covered by cloth over its hips and hole, was the one I had decided to plug with my dick.

“Choose. Which pussy you’ll thrust into.”

Click.

The moment I inserted my dick, the third pussy—Dalia’s—twitched.

Her stiff legs buckled for a moment, bending at the knees, but I grabbed her hips with both hands without hesitation and rubbed my dick back and forth.

Like I was using an onahole.

‘Is this what using a love doll feels like?’

I had never bought or used a real love doll, but if I did, it’d probably feel like this.

“Eup, eup, eup!!”

The third pussy, Dalia, let out muffled screams.

Though no virgin blood flowed from her pussy, it tightened around my dick as if it had become a virgin hole again after her rebirth.

“What are you doing? Oh, by the way, these women can’t hear anything. Their eyes and ears are blocked right now.”

“…”

“What? Got something to say?”

“The ones before…”

As Kite stepped into the room, he asked me in a trembling voice—

“The ones before… who did they thrust into…?”

“Thrust, you say?”

“…!”

Koo—ung!

When Lilith yanked the chains, Kite collapsed to his knees.

“Such poor manners. Who do you think I am?”

“…”

“Who am I?”

“Jake… Gilberte… The Young Master…”

He knows it was not true.

Even if the real Jake had been replaced, the adventurer Kite didn’t truly think I was Jake Gilberte.

“Exactly. Watch your mouth. Realize that you’re nothing more than a prisoner here, nothing less.”

Click.

Dalia tightened her pussy, as if trying to say something to me.

It was not just an involuntary clench from my dick rubbing inside—it felt like she was deliberately tightening it, plotting some kind of attack against me.

“What are you doing? I already explained everything on the way here. Oh, are you saying you can’t thrust your dick in under the Demon Lord’s army’s orders? If so… you’ll just have to die.”

“…!!”

Honestly,

I could add a few more conditions here if I wanted.

Like, the one whose pussy was thrust into lived, and the unchosen one died.

Or, you could only survive by thrusting into the same pussy as the ones before you.

Toying with him by adding such conditions would be one way to go—

But already, Kite was drowning in paranoia.

‘When he was in the cell, did his men even dare to look him in the eye properly?’

Well.

‘He’s already figured it out. Why his men were watching him so carefully.’

The men dragged to the prison said nothing.

After the first man thrust into Gentia (or rather, a succubus posing as her) and returned, he probably curled up in a corner of the cell, silently wishing time would pass.

The moment the second man thrust into Gentia and came back, the two likely exchanged wary glances.

When the third man came inside Gentia and returned—

Even without speaking, they might’ve traded hand signals, showing their favorite numbers with their fingers.

And so…

A sense of camaraderie had already formed.

The trainer’s threat—that revealing the contents of their actions would mean death—turned their dark desires into a shared secret, binding them as comrades.

And within that bond, Kite must’ve felt increasingly isolated and bewildered.

All the emotions in the gazes his men directed at him.

Pity? Guilt? Or perhaps, superiority?

The triumph of, “I fucked your wife and survived”?

“What are you doing?”

I didn’t know what kind of relationship they have had until now.

“Not thrusting?”

“Tell… me…”

Kite fell to his knees.

“My men… who did they thrust their dicks into…?”

“…Hmph.”

Instead of answering—

“There’s no reason to tell you. This, too, is a trial from the gods.”

I focus on leisurely thrusting into Dalia’s pussy.