Chapter 48

    Chapter 48

    I Became a Prisoner Trainer in the Dungeon.

    Episode 48: The Price Of Betrayal (2)

    I even had a thought like that.

    What if Gentia’s breaking point was high, and I had the idea to see how far she would go?

    Perhaps all the men except Kite would have inserted their dicks into Maria, or something like that?

    While continuously watching Kite, whose woman was being defiled, watching Kite become frustrated and despairing, Gentia would feel a thrill, or something.

    If she were a woman with that much patience to control her emotions, she wouldn’t be swinging that mace so enthusiastically right now.

    Thwack, thwack, thwack.

    “Gentia.”

    I called Gentia.

    But she didn’t stop swinging the mace.

    “Stop.”

    In the training room, the trainer’s words were law.

    But Gentia continued swinging the mace as if she couldn’t hear me.

    Should I just leave it?

    But there was one problem with just leaving it.

    “He’s already dead.”

    “…….”

    Gentia’s hand holding the mace dropped limply.

    Blood was streaming from her grip, and her robe was splattered with blood.

    Her face was covered in blood.

    Even a brutal killer in an 18+ movie wouldn’t have that much blood splattered.

    And even on her hand-

    ‘It’s her own blood.’

    She was swinging the mace without even realizing her own grip was torn.

    I thought the blood flowing down the mace was blood bursting from Kite’s head, but flowing backward from the handle was blood flowing from the long tear in Gentia’s grip.

    “Are you satisfied?”

    “…….”

    Gentia lowered her head with a complex expression.

    For a moment, her gaze turned to Maria, who was cowering in fear, but Gentia, who was still bleeding and trembling, didn’t seem to have the strength to stand properly.

    “Secretary. Go wash her and let her rest.”

    “Yes, Trainer.”

    At Lilith’s instruction, the succubi immediately took care of Gentia.

    Although she was human, the succubi, being perceptive, carefully took Gentia to a private room as if she were a real demon lady.

    “Instructor. That corpse can be cleaned up with magic. Shall we take care of it right away?”

    “That would be better.”

    When Lilith called something to the magic stone, other succubi soon entered the training room carrying a large box on a cart.

    Squish.

    Slimes popped out of the box one by one and began crawling on the floor.

    Bloodsucking Slime.

    To call them by a more explicit name, corpse cleaners.

    The Vampire Legion used slimes like this to cleanly clean up the blood, flesh, and corpses that were thickly pooled on the floor.

    “Hoo.”

    That didn’t mean the lingering smell of blood and semen in the room disappeared, but fortunately, the sense of smell was the easiest of the five senses to become dulled.

    You got used to it.

    Even if it was not refreshing, since the door was open, the smell would quickly dissipate.

    In the first place, when you spent time in a training room, even if you didn’t get used to the smell of blood, you tended to get used to the traces of sex.

    “Two people are gone.”

    There were 7 prisoners.

    And 2 died.

    Five prisoners remained, but there were still three men who hadn’t been ‘judged’.

    “Dalia?”

    I called Dalia and whispered in her ear.

    “That…”

    Dalia frowned, but soon nodded lightly at my continued explanation and stood in front of the door in the wall.

    “Then the rest.”

    I turned my gaze to Kite’s subordinates.

    “Let’s continue the judgment.”

    “Ugh…?”

    “Next.”

    “……!!”

    I pointed to Maria and the third vagina.

    “What are you doing? The vagina is empty.”

    “…….”

    The fourth man swallowed nervously and took a step forward.

    Maria’s vagina was already dirty in many ways, not only from the two acts of vaginal sex, but also because of fear and dread.

    Someone might find that to their taste, but it seemed that’s not the case for this man.

    “Ugh, ugh….”

    The man’s footsteps headed towards the third vagina.

    “Hmm, is that so?”

    Nod, nod.

    “Are you really, truly going to violate the priestess?”

    Nod, nod.

    “Finally—!!”

    I smiled brightly at the man and clapped my hands.

    “Finally, someone has made that choice! Yes, you, go in behind there. And witness the ‘truth’.”

    I gestured to Dalia, and Dalia gracefully opened the door to the entrance behind the wall.

    Smirk.

    Dalia gave a suggestive look and winked.

    Then the man swallowed nervously, looked up and down at Dalia, and soon took a step and went beyond the entrance.

    As soon as he entered, he flinched and was surprised –

    “Ugh!”

    “Come on, come on in~”

    The succubus in charge followed right behind, and Dalia immediately closed the door with a faint smile.

    “Again.”

    I pretended to make a mistake and put my hand near the first hole.

    “Aaaaaah!”

    The succubus’s sincere moan was heard from inside.

    At the same time, the sound of slapping flowed in through the first hole.

    “Oops.”

    I closed the curtain again and, with the calmest expression I could muster, pointed forward to the remaining men.

    “Next. What’s your choice?”

    “…….”

    The men slowly, but with clear steps, approached the third vagina.

    “You’re going to fuck the priestess?”

    I had already announced it.

    Fucking the third vagina meant abandoning your faith in the goddess.

    Nod, nod.

    The men nodded vigorously.

    If the succubi hadn’t grabbed their dicks with their tails, they probably would have seen an unsightly sight.

    “Good. Then go in.”

    I pointed inside.

    “I will lead you to the bosom of the goddess.”

    The two men followed the succubi inside.

    There were seven men.

    One had his dick cut and bled to death.

    Two survived by fucking their superior’s vagina.

    The one called the leader couldn’t stand it and stepped forward, only to have his head smashed.

    The remaining three didn’t choose the defiled vagina, but tried to choose the clean vagina.

    “Now, two have survived.”

    “……Hehehe.”

    Dalia smiled brightly and grabbed the mace.

    “Goddess. Now, three more are going up.”

    “Wait.”

    I grabbed Dalia, who was gleefully making the sign of the cross.

    “Is it right to send them to the side of the goddess? They betrayed her.”

    “Of course, it’s right.”

    Dalia swung the mace around as if asking what was obvious.

    “I will destroy their flesh and guide their souls to the goddess. I am the guide, and judgment belongs to her.”

    Dalia made the sign of the cross and winked at me.

    “They will fall directly into hell by her judgment, as the price for betraying her.”

    “……Um, you know.”

    I patted Dalia’s back and opened the door for her myself.

    “We’ll need to use this place again later, so don’t splatter too much blood?”

    “……Oh, that’s what you were worried about.”

    Dalia chuckled and lifted the mace.

    “Looking at you, you’re not human anymore.”

    “I am human.”

    I patted Dalia’s back and pushed her behind the wall.

    “I’m just a little more human than others.”

    Well.

    After that.

    Three more died.

    About three hours later.

    “How is Gentia doing?”

    Lilith came to me as I was waiting in the room with the cleaned-up wall-vagina.

    “She is waiting for you, Trainer.”

    Lilith clasped her hands demurely over her lower abdomen and bowed.

    “She, me?”

    “Yes. There’s a reason she can’t come here.”

    Lilith gave me a playful, somewhat mischievous smile.

    “Come with me.”

    “Tsk….”

    “What’s wrong?”

    “Did someone important come?”

    At my words, Lilith froze.

    “They came.”

    “…….”

    “I’m pretty good at reading the atmosphere, aren’t I?”

    I patted Lilith’s lower back and walked forward.

    “Did the Chief Steward come?”

    “That’s…”

    “Did the Vampire Princess come herself?”

    “I didn’t say anything.”

    “I can tell at a glance.”

    “How did you know?”

    Lilith walked beside me, looking at me.

    “Do you have something like mind reading?”

    “If you’re going to live as a porter among humans, you have to be really good at reading the room. I also have some natural talent.”

    I lightly pointed to the area in front of Lilith’s chest with my hand.

    “The report is missing.”

    “……!”

    “If the report you’ve been constantly taking care of and organizing isn’t in your hands now, whose hands would it be in?”

    “Ah….”

    “And this direction, it’s that way, isn’t it?”

    I changed direction to the destination before Lilith could guide me.

    “The real, Chamber of Rituals.”

    “……..”

    “But did I specifically tell Gentia? That she would become a vampire if she fell?”

    “You didn’t say that specifically.”

    Lilith sighed and took a step forward in front of me.

    “Master heard the report and gave Gentia a chance.”

    “A chance? Master?”

    No way.

    It couldn’t be.

    The Vampire Princess wouldn’t throw ashes on a finished meal….

    ‘Could it be that she doesn’t like this method?’

    I was worried.

    For the Vampire Princess to suddenly appear like this-

    “They’ve arrived.”

    While I was thinking, I arrived at the altar.

    “I’ve been waiting.”

    The Vampire Princess stood before the altar in a different form than usual.

    “Uh….”

    “What’s wrong?”

    “…….”

    Unlike the appearance I had seen before.

    “Um, did you come straight from sleeping?”

    She was wearing only a thin negligee, similar to a nightgown, and waited for me with her hair tied up with a pen that was stuck in Lilith’s report.

    “…….”

    The Vampire Princess closed her eyes for a moment.

    “I came here immediately because I got a ‘feeling’ while sleeping.”

    She readily answered my question.

    “A feeling…?”

    “Congratulations, Instructor Azazel.”

    The Vampire Princess pointed forward.

    “Thanks to you, we have been able to welcome our second fallen one.”

    The Vampire Princess moved her hand as if wiping away dust.

    Swish.

    As if a barrier disappeared, the transparent curtain spread out in front of the altar disappeared, and something placed inside was sparkling.

    Cocoon.

    A cocoon made of blood-colored magic, like the one Dalia had when she became a vampire.

    “Did you send Gentia there yourself? Master?”

    “She accepted it quickly, without me even saying much.”

    “What exactly did you say?”

    “I didn’t say much. I just told her that if she became a vampire, she could beat to death as much as she wanted those guys who were like her husband.”

    Ah.

    “Just as you told Dalia that she could kill those who abandoned their faith, I also said something similar to this newly born vampire.”

    Is that so?

    “Congratulations, Instructor Azazel. Do you want any reward?”

    “…If Gentia successfully falls and becomes a vampire.”

    I swallowed, the saliva welling up in my mouth, and knelt before the Vampire Princess.

    “The reward I want is….”


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