The first prisoner was brought in.
He entered the room with the wall-pussies in the training room with an extremely tense expression, and though he was flustered by the more blatant changes than yesterday—
Schlick.
He shoved his cock into Zentia’s pussy.
Yesterday, he had thrust it in with a face full of tension, but today, even as he inserted it, he seemed somewhat more relaxed.
"......."
The one being penetrated was a succubus, but Zentia, sitting across from her, wore a humiliated expression as if she herself were being fucked.
She surely had never imagined that the first man on the second day would put his cock in her.
"Bet. Isn’t this your defeat by now?"
"Not yet...."
Zentia’s resolve had not been broken.
Whether she trusted her subordinates, or had simply grown stubborn, I couldn’t say.
Schlick.
The man came much faster than expected.
That was partly because the succubus’s pussy was even more arousing than he had imagined, but the man used the real pussyhole like a masturbator, ejaculating quickly and bringing it to an end.
"Hmm...?"
Much as Kite had done on the first day yesterday.
He had no choice but to rape her and cum inside her, as though he were doing so in order to survive.
"......."
I leisurely enjoyed Eris’s handjob while keeping a close eye on the situation.
I had an idea what was happening.
‘It seems the captain’s influence is still alive.’
Captain Kite.
There was one thing he could still control.
He couldn’t exert his strength properly while wearing the magic shackles, nor could he hold a sword, but as captain, he still had a way to control his subordinates.
Creak.
The moment the first man left through the open door—
"Hmm...."
Succubus Number One tilted her head, wearing a dissatisfied expression.
"What is it?"
"No, it’s just... It seemed different from yesterday."
Succubi Number Two and Three had been replaced by different succubi from yesterday, but at my request, Succubus Number One had remained in the same hole and spread her pussy just as she had yesterday.
"I changed the order."
"Ah, no, that’s not it."
"Then what is it?"
"I think that was the same cock that came in and fucked her fifth yesterday, but... I don’t think he was the kind who came this easily...."
"You can identify people by their cocks without even seeing their faces?"
"We’re succubi."
I wondered whether even a succubus could do that, but—
"To be honest, low-level succubi like us can identify people more reliably by their cocks than by their faces...."
"......."
If a dick sommelier put it that way, what else could I do?
Naturally, a succubus would be more of an expert on cocks than I was, so I had no choice but to take her word for it.
If so—
Precisely because of that—
"He ejaculated much faster than expected."
I could become certain of one possibility.
"Zentia. It seems your husband is controlling the timing of their ejaculations."
"What did you say?"
"If what they want is to cum inside you, then he must have ordered his subordinates to finish as quickly as possible and leave."
All conversations inside the prison were being controlled.
More precisely, the prison guards pretended not to listen, while reports came in regarding the general nature of whatever conversations had taken place.
"He pulled off something cute behind my back. Acting like a captain, too."
"......."
If they hadn’t communicated through their voices, then perhaps they had exchanged some kind of hand signals.
"Putting aside everything else, there’s nothing more fucked-up than a man having his cock controlled. And to have it controlled by another man, by one of his officers? Wow, that must be really fucking awful."
And it was fucking awful for me, too.
"Humans really can’t just be let loose. The moment you treat them decently, they start scheming on their own and try to steer the situation in whatever direction is most convenient for them."
It was only natural for humans to act that way.
But I was on the Demon King’s Army’s side—the one being played, or nearly played, by that trick.
"All right. Tell the next one to come in."
The second man entered.
He was the man who had been the very first to put his cock in yesterday, and although he seemed more accustomed to this than yesterday, he still entered awkwardly.
Naturally, the succubus’s pussy had been cleaned spotless.
With no trace that the previous man had used it, there was no way to tell who had cum inside her.
"......."
The man was looking for something.
He glanced back and forth between Numbers One and Two, searching for something.
‘Did he notice?’
Had he realized that Number Two’s pussy, the one he hadn’t fucked, differed from what he remembered?
Or—
Schlick.
Though uncertain, the man thrust his cock into Pussy Number One.
Likewise, he pumped quickly several times before ejaculating and pulling out even faster than yesterday.
"Hmm...."
Four minutes until ejaculation.
Even if he had finished prematurely because he was nervous, he had ejaculated far sooner than expected.
"Um, excuse me."
The second man cautiously raised his hand.
"If it isn’t too much trouble, may I... um, touch her butt once?"
The man pointed toward the succubus he hadn’t fucked.
"Trainer."
"Yeah. Tell him he can. Just don’t let him fuck her."
"Th-thank you."
The second man carefully reached toward Pussy Number Two and then—
Squeeze.
He grabbed her buttocks tightly.
Number Two, Maria, sitting beside me, trembled violently, but no one paid any attention.
He had merely grabbed her buttocks firmly.
"Thank you."
The second man quietly left the room.
While receiving Eris’s handjob, I withdrew from her for a moment and inspected Succubus Number Two’s buttocks.
"Hah."
Look at these bastards.
"They’re not merely controlling their ejaculations—they even left marks?"
"Trainer?"
"Secretary. What does this look like to you?"
"Like he just grabbed her butt rather hard...."
"There are fingernail marks."
Pretending to touch her buttocks, he had left a mark with his fingernails.
"Usually, this means, ‘I came here.’"
As expected, they were being controlled.
"Ms. Zentia. It seems your husband is still acting like a captain inside the prison, wouldn’t you say?"
"......."
"He orders them to finish quickly, and leaves marks indicating which woman he came inside. But... he apparently didn’t expect me to accommodate his other subordinates."
"......."
Zentia remained silent.
"Then let’s take our time and watch. Let’s see whether the others who come in afterward follow the same conditions."
I went back behind the wall and held my cock out in front of Eris.
Creak.
The door opened, and the next man entered, but—
"That... Maria’s butt...."
He likewise shoved his cock into Pussy Number One and left a mark on Number Two’s buttocks.
* * *
The sixth man left.
Six fingernail marks, left by firmly pressed thumbs, remained on Number Two’s buttocks—Maria’s.
The marks seemed to fade as time passed, but since six men had inflicted injuries upon them in such a short span, the scars remained.
And then came the seventh.
"......."
Today as well, Kite stood before Maria’s buttocks rather than Zentia.
He tried to push his cock straight inside, but at the same time, he swept his eyes from side to side over Maria’s pussy, searching for something.
Then, the moment he discovered the marks left by his subordinates—
He grinned.
He thrust his cock straight inside and came.
Without realizing that the marks were ones I had deliberately carved into Maria’s buttocks with my fingernails, making them identical to those on the succubus, he wildly bucked his hips and raped Maria.
"Will this do?"
"Go back. Your faith has been verified."
Seven ejaculations.
Contrary to what they had discussed among themselves in the prison, Zentia had been creampied six times today as well.
"Zentia stays. You return to your room."
I sent Maria, the Number Two woman chosen by Kite, back to her room.
She quietly slipped away, tears streaming down her face as she kept glancing nervously at Zentia.
There was no conversation.
I had never allowed Maria to speak in the first place, and I had also fitted her with a mask.
"And you—spread your pussy and climb onto me."
"Nn...?!"
Eris recoiled in surprise, but I placed a chair in front of Zentia and seated Eris before me.
Today, instead of facing seated sex, it would be rear-facing seated sex.
Eris suddenly found herself face-to-face with Zentia, though her identity remained concealed by the masked helmet.
Instead, it was plainly visible that a cock was buried in her beneath the prison uniform.
"Yes, ahn, nghh...!!"
Zentia could see the most intimate and shameful part of her body being impaled on a cock, but there was a hint of relief in Eris as she leaned her head back over my shoulder and trembled.
"Zentia."
I caressed Eris’s body from behind and faced Zentia.
"Do you know why you keep getting fucked?"
She wasn’t actually being fucked.
But Zentia was already being passed around by her subordinates.
"Aren’t you curious why your subordinates choose you instead of the woman beside you?"
"......Why."
Zentia—
"Why?"
—took the bait.
Of course she was curious.
She couldn’t tell whether the answer she had arrived at alone was correct, or merely the product of her own delusions.
"Why would that be? Were they simply taking out their resentment toward Kite on his wife’s pussy, Zentia’s? Even today, they fucked you."
"......."
"Or was yesterday’s pussy so delicious that they wanted to experience it again today? Maybe. But if that were the case, why did they all ejaculate so quickly and leave?"
Hadn’t they?
"Have you ever considered this?"
"Considered... what?"
"That Kite is allowing it."
"What...?"
Zentia’s expression twisted.
"Think about it. That man came in last both yesterday and today, and he never fucked you."
"Th-that’s because...."
"Common sense makes it difficult to believe that all six of his subordinates are completely loyal. Isn’t that obvious? After entering this place and seeing that his subordinates wouldn’t readily obey his orders, he couldn’t help but think that way."
With their lives at stake, it was only natural.
"‘Could these bastards have put their cocks inside my wife?’"
"Th-that...."
"At first, he must have been angry. But as time passed, he decided that sometimes it was more advantageous to ‘pretend not to know.’"
"Pretend... not to know?"
"Yes. Pretend not to know."
Zentia’s eyes shook violently.
"Rather than becoming a husband who hunted down and raged at the bastard who fucked his wife, he chose to become a captain who trusted his subordinates and believed there was no way they would put their cocks in his wife."
I toyed with Eris’s clitoris with one hand and flaunted my cock.
"Or was that bastard a pervert who enjoyed watching his wife get fucked by other men?"
"......!"
"Was he perhaps the kind of man who liked watching her get creampied by some other guy?"
"N-no!! He...!"
"Really?"
Her reaction was sincere.
If she had been into netorase, then the direction of her training would have needed to change completely, but—
"I see. Then the answer is clear."
If Kite wasn’t the type to masturbate and rejoice at the sight of his woman being fucked by other men—a man with an NTR fetish—
"Even if they were all the same kind of whore-pussy, he chose not the pussy that had once belonged to him but had been fucked and creampied by other men."
That had to be the only reason Kite had chosen Maria two days in a row.
"You’ve been abandoned. By your husband."
"......!!"
"At first, it may have been suspicion, but by now, it must have become certainty. The man isn’t an idiot."
No matter how many marks had been left—
"He couldn’t possibly be such a moron that he couldn’t tell whether a pussy had been fucked six times in succession, even if it had been wiped clean."
The succubi’s skin was white, and traces of intercourse still remained on the floor.