Dungeon And Slave: The Lustful and Violent Slave Harem of the Guard and Students Chosen as Testers for the Succubus Dungeon

Chapter 2: Succubus Test Dungeon

I woke to the sound of water dripping from somewhere, and the first thing I saw was a strange rock emitting a faint bluish-white glow.

The rough texture of rock against my back told me I was lying down.

I sprang up instantly, drawing my baton in a fluid motion and scanning my surroundings.

A small pond, surrounded by neatly cut stones, was a short distance away, with numerous students in navy blazers collapsed around it.

Looking further, I saw a considerable number of students scattered about.

It seemed we were in a space about the size of a sports field, enclosed by rock walls.

I pulled my phone from my pocket. No signal. So, we’re either deep in the mountains or underground?

A mass kidnapping? No, abducting this many people would be impossible. And what was that phenomenon where everything went so dark I couldn’t even see my own hands?

Did that shady neighboring country drop a nuke or something? Was it a direct hit that caused a blackout? Are we in the afterlife?

As I furrowed my brow, grappling with the sudden change in environment, the other students began stirring, some sitting up as they came to.

I saw them looking around, shocked. Some were panicking and shouting, while others, reaching the same conclusion as me, muttered about whether we were dead. A few even yelled about an isekai summoning.

Isekai summoning? Oh, right, I read manga like that after returning to Japan. Stories about being summoned as a hero to defeat a demon king or as a dungeon master—pretty interesting stuff. Come to think of it, that 18+ eroge I played recently had a similar setup.

But there was no magic circle under my feet like in manga, nor was I enveloped in light. Instead, the world went pitch black, and nothing was visible. It feels more convincing to think we died.

Maybe a nuclear war broke out without me knowing? A strike near Kanagawa, close to the capital, wouldn’t be surprising.

If it was going to come to this, I should’ve spent all my savings living it up, I thought, when suddenly a woman’s voice echoed in my head.

“Just over 300. Well, that’s about right.”

The voice was beautiful, seductive, the kind that made my cheeks and groin heat up just hearing it.

“What? Where’s that coming from?”

“Where are we!?”

“No way, an actual isekai summoning!?”

The students around me, faces flushed, reacted to the sudden voice.

I started to wonder if this might actually be an isekai summoning, getting a bit hopeful. If so, could I get a cheat like a magical dick or a charm skill?

“Isekai summoning? Fufu, no. This is my dungeon, created in the place you were before.”

Huh? A dungeon? Created? In Japan?

Wait, wait, so we got caught up in some dungeon emergence or something? No, what did she just say? “Just over 300, that’s about right.” So, she planned to drag us in from the start?

“What the hell’s going on!? Send us back!”

“Where are the girls!?”

“Hey! Where are you, huh!? Show yourself!”

The students around me shouted. In times like this, staying quiet and gathering info is the smart move, but expecting that from normal high schoolers is probably asking too much.

But like they said, I noticed there were indeed no female students here.

As the uproar escalated into a chorus of complaints, the woman spoke in an annoyed tone.

“Be quiet, you lowly creatures.”

The moment she spoke, all sound stopped.

Looking around, everyone was clutching their throats, faces frozen in shock.

I tried to speak, but no sound came out. It seems some mysterious power sealed our voices.

In the silence, the woman introduced herself as the Succubus Queen, leader of the succubus tribe.

Then she began explaining matter-of-factly.

Her explanation, summarized, was this:

- The demon god Zazard ordered her to create a dungeon on Earth and collect many souls.

- All demon tribe leaders are preparing to create dungeons on Earth.

- The succubus tribe, ahead of the others, built this test dungeon to investigate this world and the strength of its humans.

- We are to be testers in this trial, demonstrating the strength of this world’s humans.

So, Earth is apparently being invaded by demons, and we’re testers for a dungeon they created.

I’m beyond confused.

To think a fantasy manga-like scenario would actually happen. And not as a dungeon master, but as a tester… I think there was a manga like that, but I’d rather be the dungeon master. I’d make an ero-dungeon.

Ignoring our expressions of confusion, anxiety, and despair, the Succubus Queen continued.

“The place you’re in now is a hall near the entrance of my dungeon’s first floor. Naturally, there’s no exit. But rest assured, this is a safe zone, so no monsters will appear. I’ll provide you with a base for living here.”

As she spoke, wooden doors began appearing one after another on what had been bare rock walls. There were easily over a hundred, arranged at regular intervals, half-encircling us in the center of the plaza.

As the students gaped at the sudden appearance of countless doors, the Succubus Queen explained the base.

According to her, the base is called a “My Room.”

Beyond each door is a room in a separate dimension, accessible only to the person who first opens it.

Inside are the bare necessities for living, plus a magic crystal that allows purchasing weapons, armor, food, and other items.

By venturing deeper into the dungeon, defeating monsters, and collecting magic stones, we can exchange those stones at the magic crystal for DP—Dungeon Points, a currency usable only in this dungeon—to buy food and avoid starvation.

Finally, she mentioned that to prevent us from dying too easily, she cast a simple enhancement spell on our uniforms.

After that, her tone shifted from detached to one tinged with amusement as she addressed what we’d all been wondering.

“Oh, and those girls who were with you? They’re useless as combat testers, so I’ve stored them as Slaves in another dimension. Well, the ones too old got disposed of.”

Huh? The girls are Slaves? As in, actual slaves!? Disposed of the old ones? Does that mean the vice-principal and the nurse too?

As I reeled from the word “disposed,” she continued, sounding even more entertained.

“There are about 240 Slaves in total. You can purchase them with DP. Once bought, they’ll obey their buyer absolutely, thanks to the lust tattoos I’ve placed on them. Use them as sex slaves or whatever you like. Defeat the monsters I, the dungeon master, have prepared, and prove the strength of Earth’s humans. If you gain enough power to impress me, I’ll let you and your Slaves leave this place alive.”

With that, the Succubus Queen’s voice faded.

I was more shocked than I’d ever been in my life.

Buy the women from the academy to make them sex slaves? Is that kind of ero-manga scenario even allowed? Is this for real?

And if we prove our strength, we can leave with the Slaves? What happens to the girls and teachers who don’t get bought? Will they be disposed of like those who didn’t become Slaves?

This… does that mean I have to earn DP and buy Slaves to save them?

Could this be a grand justification to build a slave harem?

The swimming club beauty who greets me daily, the blonde exchange student who runs in with bread in her mouth, the volleyball team’s temp coach, the gorgeous counselor—all as sex slaves?

No, wait, it can’t be that easy. She said this is a dungeon, and we have to defeat monsters.

The price is our lives.

Hmm, no problem.

I don’t know how strong these monsters are, but I’ve been in a kill-or-be-killed environment since I was a kid. If they’re picking regular high schoolers as testers, they probably won’t throw dragons at us right away.

In manga and games, you always start with weak monsters.

I’d love a cheat ability, though.

Wait, I don’t see the head guard or my other colleagues. Now that I look, the academy director, grade-level heads, and other teachers are missing too.

The 30-something PE teachers and coaches are here. The head guard was in his 40s, so anyone over 40 got cut?

“I see. So older men are no good either.”

There were some decent guys among the guards and older teachers… but they’re gone, huh.

So, they want to test the combat ability of younger men. Makes sense.

I offered a brief silent prayer and returned my baton to its holster.

First, I should check out this “My Room” thing.

While the students and teachers were still too shaken to move, I headed toward what looked like the dungeon’s entrance—a cave-like opening—and opened the nearest door, stepping inside.

Now, what’s this room like? What’s for sale with this magic crystal? And how much to save the female students… I mean, the sex slaves? Time to find out.