Adventurer Zentia prayed to the goddess.
Just as when they had sworn before the goddess’s statue that the two of them would grow old together, she earnestly wished for their love to last forever.
Had he been a good man?
She did not really know.
It was true that he was highly capable as an adventurer, but there had always been many women around him.
She understood that.
Because he was so capable as an adventurer, and that had seemed attractive to them.
He had problems, such as beating his subordinates when he got drunk, but in terms of adventuring ability alone, he was unquestionably outstanding.
But perhaps that had been the root of the problem.
His subordinates had chosen her.
Why?
Because she had taken such good care of them?
Or simply because she was their superior’s wife?
Or perhaps because they wanted revenge?
She did not know.
Not one of those who had chosen her had told her why.
It was certainly the succubi who were being raped, not her, but the men thrust their cocks inside them while clearly imagining that Zentia was the one they were penetrating.
Zentia could see every one of them clearly from beyond the wall.
She had seen the faces of those males, thrusting their cocks into the succubi while thinking they were her, rejoicing as they did so.
She had even seen one of them involuntarily cry out in pleasure, “Nghh, sister-in-law,” before hurriedly changing his expression.
Betrayal. Disgust. Nausea.
Separate from the fact that they had fucked the succubi, a genuine revulsion toward those who had once been her comrades slowly welled up inside Zentia.
She knew.
She knew that the true culprit behind all of this was that wicked instructor who had orchestrated the situation.
If he had simply killed them quietly in the first place instead of doing this, she would never have had to experience any of it.
And yet.
Little by little, Zentia began to grow anxious.
She would have felt at ease if he had only come soon, but the instructor seemed to be deliberately—
No.
He had done it deliberately.
After watching exactly where the other men had thrust their cocks, he had deliberately chosen Zentia’s husband last.
The odds had been reduced.
There were only two possibilities.
Either some strange whim had taken him, or he had simply been aroused when he rammed his cock into the hole of the mad vampire pretending to be a priestess in the vestments of the Goddess’s Church and made her suck it.
Although Zentia herself was bent over with her face toward the hole and could not see beyond the wall, she could infer what was happening behind it merely by turning her head slightly to the side.
“Ah, kahak, haaah...!”
The vampire, who had been wearing the expression of an inquisitor ready to kill a heretic at any moment, was now drooling with pleasure.
“Mngh, guh, hooh...!”
She gripped the handle beneath the bed with both hands, desperately clenching her teeth and struggling to endure the pleasure.
Her eyes looked as though her pupils might roll right past their sockets, and drool streamed from her mouth, but she seemed to be trying to hold herself back so that the person thrusting his cock into her—the instructor—would not notice.
It was a different expression from that of the succubi being brutally raped.
A completely different expression from those succubi who had seemed so relaxed, irritation mixed into their faces as though they were dissatisfied despite being raped.
It was the very expression of a female steeped in pleasure.
For an instant, an absurd thought crossed Zentia’s mind.
Perhaps that woman had really been a human priestess who had succumbed to the instructor’s cock and fallen into depravity, becoming a vampire female.
Step. Step.
Footsteps could be heard.
Someone’s footsteps approached from beyond the curtain.
The instructor had lied.
He had said that those beyond the wall could neither hear nor see anything.
Perhaps, as he had told the other men, he had said something like, “They’re tied up securely behind the wall, so you can fuck without worry.”
But in truth—
“.......”
She could see and hear everything.
As though it had been arranged deliberately, only Zentia was free to see and hear.
More precisely, only half of her was.
A blindfold covered her face, and earplugs had been stuffed into her ears.
But the instructor had left her hands free, as if toying with her.
“.......”
Someone was approaching.
Zentia thought.
If it was her husband—
He would know who his wife was.
No, this was a question with only one possible answer from the beginning.
It was not a matter of guessing who was inside each hole. They had been told exactly who was where.
She was in number one.
Her comrade Maria was in number two.
Number three was impossible, since the instructor was fucking the vampire there, but—
In that situation, naturally, the choice would be—
Squish.
“Nngh!!”
“......?”
For an instant, Zentia nearly let out a voice without realizing it.
“Mmph, mmmph, mmmph!!”
Number two.
Her comrade Maria screamed in a voice full of panic.
Even as drool leaked from the gag stuffed into her mouth, she cried out, turning her blindfolded head repeatedly from side to side and flinching with every movement.
Unlike Zentia, she had managed to lower her hands beneath the bed and was desperately trying to move her handcuffed wrists, attempting to do something—anything.
But squish, squish.
The sound of a man thrusting his cock into a woman from behind continued to echo.
Not number three, the hole where the instructor was fucking the vampire.
Number two.
“.......”
The sound of a cock being rammed into Maria—the female comrade who was not her—
For a moment.
A certain phrase flashed through Zentia’s mind.
—The people lying inside don’t know who’s fucking whom? Heh heh heh.
The instructor’s wicked voice.
Even though she knew that it was all intended to drive them apart—
Thud, thud-thud, thud-thud-thud.
The sound of thrusting coming from beyond the hole was horribly familiar.
“.......”
Slowly.
Without making a sound, Zentia removed her blindfold.
Then she took out the earplugs herself.
The only restraint she wore was the gag stuffed into her mouth.
She could not remove the gag, which had been designed to prevent her from speaking, but—
“Mmph! Mmmph, mmmph!”
“.......”
Unlike Maria, who desperately tried to convey something through her muffled cries, Zentia did not even feel the urge to say anything.
She only wanted this nightmarish time to end as quickly as possible.
Squish, squish.
Still, there was one fortunate thing.
Pshhh.
That man was a premature ejaculator.
* * *
“What the fuck?”
Just as I was pounding on Dalia’s cervix and trying to pick up the pace, the man who had thrust his cock into the pussy at number two suddenly froze in place.
Tremble.
The moment I saw his body shaking, a chill ran down my spine.
‘He went in first and started thrusting his hips first, but he came after only a few minutes?’
Five minutes? Three minutes?
I had not even come, and Dalia had not reached climax either, yet Captain Kite, the man who had been fucking her, pulled his hips back.
“Hah.”
“...Will this suffice?”
Kite stepped away with a gloomy expression.
As though he had intentionally finished quickly, he pulled out his cock and retreated.
“.......”
It was somewhat absurd, but there was no denying that he had ejaculated.
“Secretary.”
“Yes, Instructor.”
“Have the others send him to the prison.”
“Underst—”
Just as Lilith reached her hand backward—
“...Um, Instructor?”
“What?”
“Which prison should we send him to?”
Lilith asked in a trembling voice.
Her voice had certainly reached Kite’s ears as well, but—
“The one where his comrades are.”
“......!!”
At my words, both Lilith and Kite flinched once.
“The prison has to be cleaned once a day, right? We have to hold the ‘ceremony’ again tomorrow, so this is how we’ll do it from now on. One will be the waiting room. The other will be the room where the successful candidates stay.”
“...Understood.”
Lilith snapped her fingers, and soon several other succubus subordinates entered and seized Kite.
‘Hm?’
I got the impression that the succubus subordinates were secretly glancing at the women embedded in the wall, licking their lips.
‘Has word already spread?’
The succubi seemed more interested than I had expected.
Other than the succubus who had lain there today, perhaps different succubi would lie there tomorrow.
‘It doesn’t matter, but I’ll worry about that later.’
Creak.
The moment Kite left, I pulled my cock out.
Then I reached toward Dalia’s hips, grasped her waist through the gap in the curtain, and pulled her straight out of the hole.
Crack.
I felt Dalia resist, but I pulled her completely free and brought her before the opening.
“What are you doing? Walk.”
“Ugh...!”
Naturally, Dalia merely lay there.
Tears brimmed in her red eyes, and she glared at me viciously, but—
‘As expected, fucking her was the right choice.’
It did not matter that I had turned her into a vampire, or that she had been handled by another man before me. There was no reason not to fuck her.
I knew she might look like a virgin, but that her pussy was not a virgin’s, so all that remained was to enjoy her pussy while discussing the result of our wager.
“Walk.”
When I prodded the mound of her pussy with my cock from behind, Dalia opened the wall’s door herself with trembling legs and went inside.
“I won the wager, right?”
“.......”
I kept poking Dalia’s pussy from behind with my cock as I lowered myself into the chair where Zentia had been sitting and watching.
“Dalia. Turn around.”
“Turn... around?”
“Straddle me. Like you’re embracing me.”
“......Tch.”
Although Dalia clicked her tongue at my order, she obediently climbed onto me.
She seemed to think that, rather than letting Zentia see her rear-facing position in full, it would be better to face me directly, even if that meant sitting astride me.
Squish.
I pushed my cock into Dalia’s pussy.
My cock slid in quite deeply, fitting around it better than I had expected.
‘This isn’t bad either.’
Whether she had been gang-raped or had sex as a human, after being reborn as a vampire, being fucked by me—and only by me—gave the experience an entirely different sensation.
It felt like having a vampire fleshlight that I could play with as violently as I pleased.
Smack—!
“Eek?!”
I slapped Dalia’s ass hard and kneaded it.
“.......”
At the sound, Zentia stared up at me once, then turned her head away.
“Hey, Miss Zentia. Where did your wager opponent go?”
“......It’s invalid.”
“What?”
“Y-you cheated my husband...! You must have done something, something underhanded...! Didn’t you...?”
Zentia denied the wager.
At that, Lilith twisted up the corner of her mouth as though to say she had expected this and toyed with the chains.
“I didn’t do anything.”
But the real instruction was only beginning.
“Your husband merely misunderstood things on his own.”
“Misunderstood...?”
“That’s right. Tsk. I really can’t understand it.”
I stroked Dalia’s ass and grinned.
“If it were me, even if a woman had been gang-raped by my subordinates, if she were my beloved wife, I would have comforted her by fucking her gently so her pussy wouldn’t hurt.”
“......!!”
“Surely he didn’t avoid her just because his subordinates had already fucked her. Right?”
I also did not know why Kite had not chosen his own wife.
Perhaps it had been out of consideration.
If my wife had already been fucked one after another by my subordinates, her pussy would be terribly sore, so perhaps I should refrain as well.
‘It actually might have been something like that.’
Considering how quickly he had finished and pulled out his cock, perhaps he had simply been thinking only of ‘I have to come to survive’ and ejaculated as quickly as possible.
However—
“Didn’t you imagine it in your head? Your subordinates thrusting their cocks into your wife.”
“.......”
“Didn’t you refuse to fuck her because you thought she was dirty? Well, I don’t know!”
The paranoia was not something only Kite needed.
“How about we try again tomorrow? See who your husband fucks?”
“.......”
“Shall we wager again? Hm? You’ll only make yourself more miserable.”
“......Do it.”
Zentia growled, bloodshot eyes fixed on me as a tear fell from them.
“Make the wager, you fucking bastard.”