I made a wager with Zentia.
“I-I believe in my husband! My husband—Kite will definitely choose me!”
She declared that she trusted her husband.
That was certainly trust in her husband, but—
‘It’s distrust taken to the extreme.’
A belief that, at the very least, the last man would choose her.
A certainty that, whatever the others might do, this one person would choose her.
After being betrayed one after another by six of the seven men captured and brought here, this was surely the strongest lifeline she wanted to cling to at the end.
The other six prisoners had fucked Zentia in order to survive.
This wasn’t something that would end in a single day. If it continued tomorrow as well, there was no telling what choices might present themselves then.
Zentia chose.
Without even knowing what it meant to work for the Demon King’s army, she accepted the wager, certain that her husband would choose her.
“Trainer.”
On the way to retrieve her husband, the secretary Lilith caught hold of my sleeve.
“I have a question.”
“Is there something you’re curious about?”
“Do we really not need to place a ‘contract’ on her?”
“A contract?”
“Yes. A contract through magic—the [Geass], I mean.”
“Oh, you mean that sort of brand engraved on slaves?”
Lilith was disguising advice as a question.
“Are you worried? That Zentia might change her story later?”
“......Yes.”
“Because she’s human?”
“Yes.”
She was worried that even if Zentia lost the wager, she might change her mind by adding this condition and that.
“It’s fine. This time, it’ll actually be more effective if there are no such restraints.”
“More effective the less there is—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 further conditions. And there’s no need to secretly tell your husband anything on the way to retrieve him, either.”
“That’s....”
“Did you perhaps think we should secretly tell your husband something somewhere Zentia couldn’t hear?”
“.......”
“What would you have done?”
“M-Me?”
“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 ever dare to take the trainer’s place...!”
“This isn’t a loyalty test or an attempt to sound you out. I’m asking for your honest opinion. If I decided your suggestion was better, I might even turn around right now and place a magical contract on Zentia.”
“.......”
Considering the other person’s position was enough for one round of social formalities.
And realizing what the other person truly wanted was also part of being socially adept.
“......I would secretly tell your husband.”
“Tell him what?”
“That the six men before him had fucked their own wife.”
“.......”
An interesting, yet effective choice.
“What effect would that have?”
“You could bestow upon the adventurer captain the despair of knowing that his wife had been passed around by his subordinates.”
“Exactly. It would certainly be effective. When a male hears that his woman has been fucked by someone else, losing his head is the default reaction.”
Even knowing that it had been the result of rape, men as creatures could be especially sensitive to such things.
“If we told him that, there would certainly be discord among the male prisoners as well. A conflict would arise between the six subordinates and their captain.”
“Yes. It would drive a wedge between them.”
“Right. But... does conflict only arise if we tell him?”
“Pardon?”
“Do we really need to tell him?”
By then, we had drawn close to the prison where the captives were being held.
“They’re really enjoying themselves.”
“...They must have been hungry. Ahem.”
Inside, Succubi Two and Three were busily fucking the male prisoners in separate groups of three-on-one group sex.
“Stop! If you ejaculate inside a Succubus, she’ll drain your life force and your life will be in danger!”
Kite, the adventurers’ captain and Zentia’s husband, was clutching the iron bars and shouting himself hoarse at his subordinates.
He must have wanted nothing more than to reach through those bars and pull his subordinates away from the Succubi’s pussies.
But the prisoners and Kite were in cells facing each other across the passageway.
“How amusing.”
As I deliberately approached, making my footsteps audible, the prisoners’ cocks stopped moving.
“......!!”
Captain Kite’s eyes flew wide, his pupils trembling.
His subordinates, who had seemed bewitched no matter how much he shouted, the very subordinates who had cried out that they had to stop fucking because their lives were in danger—
“You... you lot...?”
The instant I appeared, they stopped thrusting their hips.
Even with their cocks buried in the Succubi’s pussies, they merely swallowed hard and watched my reaction.
They were even on the verge of stealthily pulling out and edging away from the Succubi.
“Hey, keep having sex.”
I turned my back on Captain Kite and quietly raised my index finger toward the six men fucking the two Succubi.
“I’m only here to retrieve the final sacrifice.”
Shh.
With a smile and my finger pressed to my lips, I made the prisoners swallow nervously and smile awkwardly.
At the same time, they slowly began moving their hips again, continuing to gang-fuck the Succubi.
“Secretary.”
“Yes.”
“This is the last one. Bring him out.”
Clink.
At my command, Lilith immediately created magical chains around Kite and wrapped him in them.
Kite was instantly bound and dragged out through the bars. Together with Lilith, I resumed our leisurely walk down the corridor.
“Adventurer Kite.”
And then—
“From this moment on, you will be made to choose.”
Unlike what I had told the others, I began my explanation from “the corridor.”
“You will be presented with two pussies.”
There were three holes, but one belonged to me.
“One belongs to your wife, Zentia.”
“What...?!”
“The other belongs to your companion.”
“What kind of madness is this...!”
“If you do not fuck one of them, you will die.”
“......!!”
Kite abruptly stopped walking.
Lilith tried to pull on the chains, but Kite stood there like a stone statue, mouth hanging open as though he had suffered some tremendous shock.
I reached out and lowered Lilith’s hand, preventing her from tugging on the chains.
Lilith obediently stopped and lowered her hand. I gestured toward Kite, pointing to the end of the corridor.
“And the pussies in there don’t know which of them was fucked by whom.”
“......!!”
“That is all.”
I gave him no further information.
There was no need to give him anything more here.
That was all the information the six men before him had been given.
“No way....”
Kite growled, the whites of his eyes bloodshot.
“You bastards...!”
“.......”
I forcibly composed my expression.
He couldn’t see it through my helmet anyway, but I restrained my emotions even more so I wouldn’t burst out laughing, then pointed ahead for Lilith.
“......!”
Lilith looked at me with eyes that seemed to have realized something, then approached my side with a grin.
“He’s the final one.”
“That’s right.”
The last one.
Just like him, the men before him had done something.
And he had been given the exact same conditions.
‘He can’t help but suspect them, even without thinking.’
One-half. One-half. One-half. One-half. One-half. One-half.
‘One in sixty-four. The chance that he doesn’t become disgusted with his subordinates.’
The possibility that all six men had chosen the same pussy.
The possibility that they had fucked the pussy of a woman who was merely their companion, rather than Zentia’s.
Of course, in reality, it had been one-third, six times over.
But Kite had no choice but to think of it as one-half.
“Come in.”
The moment I opened the door containing the three holes—
“......!!”
There were indeed three pussies inside, but—
“Choose between the two. This one belongs to me.”
Since I had decided to push my cock into Number Three’s pussy and plug it, her buttocks and pussy were covered with a cloth.
“Choose. Decide which pussy you’re going to fuck.”
Schlick.
The moment I inserted my cock, Number Three’s pussy flinched.
Her stiff legs suddenly gave way and her knees buckled, but without a moment’s hesitation, I grabbed her buttocks with both hands and rubbed my cock back and forth.
As if I were using a fleshlight.
‘Is this what it feels like to use a love doll?’
I had never bought or used an actual love doll, but if I did, it would probably feel something like this.
“Mmph, mmph, mmph!!”
Number Three, Dalia, screamed.
No hymen blood flowed from her pussy, but after being reborn, it clamped down on my cock thickly, as though it had become a virgin pussy.
“What are you doing? Ah. For reference, these women can’t hear anything. Their eyes and ears are blocked at the moment.”
“.......”
“What? Do you have something to say?”
“Those before....”
When Kite entered the room, he asked me in a trembling voice.
“The bastards before... whom did they fuck...?”
“They fucked, didn’t they?”
“......!”
Clang!
When Lilith pulled on the chains, Kite dropped to his knees.
“How rude. Who am I?”
“.......”
“Who am I?”
“Y-You are... Young Master Jake Gilbert....”
I knew that wasn’t true.
Even if I really had somehow become Jake, Adventurer Kite did not think of me as Jake Gilbert.
“Exactly. Watch your tongue. Recognize that you are nothing more and nothing less than a prisoner right now.”
Schlick.
Dalia clenched her pussy around my cock and tried to tell me something.
It seemed she wasn’t merely clenching involuntarily from having my cock rub back and forth inside her. Rather, she appeared to be trying to attack me somehow, using the tightening of her pussy in place of words.
“What are you doing? Didn’t I explain everything while we were on the way here? Ah, or are you saying you can’t put your cock inside them because of the Demon King’s army’s orders? If that’s the case... you have no choice but to die.”
“......!!”
Honestly.
I could have added a few more conditions here.
The one whose pussy received his cock would live, while the one not chosen would die.
Or he could survive only by fucking the same pussy his predecessors had chosen.
Humiliating him with such additional conditions was one possible method, but—
It was already too late.
Kite was consumed by paranoid suspicion.
‘When they were in the prison, could his subordinates even look him straight in the eye?’
Who knew?
‘He’s already realized it. Why his subordinates were watching him.’
The subordinates dragged into the prison had said nothing.
After the first man fucked Zentia—the Succubus pretending to be Zentia—he had probably retreated to the corner of the cell and silently waited for time to pass.
When the second man entered after fucking Zentia, the two men must have watched each other’s reactions.
When the third man entered after ejaculating inside Zentia—
Even if they had not spoken, they must have exchanged hand signals, holding up their fingers to indicate the numbers they preferred.
And so—
A sense of kinship had already formed.
The trainer’s threat to kill them if they revealed what had happened during the ritual had transformed into a sense of solidarity, binding them together as comrades in keeping their sordid desire a secret.
And amid that solidarity, Kite must have continued to feel isolated and perplexed.
He would have sensed all sorts of emotions in the gazes his subordinates directed at him.
Pity? Apology? Or perhaps superiority?
The triumphant feeling of having survived by fucking his wife?
“What are you doing?”
I didn’t know what sort of relationship they had formed until now.
“Are you not going to fuck?”
“Tell... me....”
Kite fell to his knees.
“My subordinates... whose cocks did they put inside...?”
“...Hah.”
Instead of answering—
“There’s no reason for me to tell you. This, too, is a trial from the gods.”
I slowly thrust my cock into Dalia and focused my attention on her.