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

Chapter 29: Collection

Tester Life Day 12, Test Dungeon First Floor, Transfer Room, Yagumo Sanada

Arriving at the 1st floor transfer room, I find many students gathered around the transfer circle.

They’re all from parties that advanced to the 2nd floor.

In the three days I’ve been exploring the 4th floor, their numbers have grown. This room, originally 10 meters square, has doubled to 20 meters square.

Seems the room expands as more people use the transfer circle.

When I appear on the central circle, a familiar group glares and clicks their tongues.

The kickboxing club guys. I’ve been seeing them here since the day before yesterday.

They probably hate me the most. I beat them senseless—physically, pride, everything—in front of their underclassmen for excessive hazing under the guise of sparring.

I glance at the tongue-clickers, and they click again, all looking away.

Snorting at them, I step off the circle and head for the rock wall automatic door exit.

Reaching the main path and heading to the dungeon exit, I step into the Great Plaza and get called out.

“Hey, guard.”

Looking toward the voice, I see the gym teacher Oida leading a group of teachers.

“What do you want?”

Annoyed at being bothered by these guys, I answer gruffly, and Oida’s brow furrows.

“Still don’t know how to talk, huh?”

“If you just wanna complain, I’m leaving.”

“Tch, we’re collecting magic stones for students who can’t fight, starting today. Hand over one.”

“…I see.”

On the tenth day, when food prices doubled, the shut-ins begged the teachers for help…

They chose to help instead of abandoning the students.

As teachers, that’s expected, but still.

“How long you planning to keep this up?”

“Until the students can fight.”

“With people covering their food costs, you think they’ll decide to risk their lives fighting?”

Yesterday and today, I saw a few groups, likely shut-ins, fighting near the dungeon entrance. The food price hike must’ve made them feel the threat. They bought discounted weapons, half-crying, fighting desperately.

Still, just a few groups. Maybe 20, 30 at most. At least 50 are still holed up.

They’ve missed their last chance. Out of DP for weapons, they’re begging teachers again.

Giving handouts to them won’t make them fight.

“Ngh…”

My words leave Oida speechless. The teachers and coaches behind him look grim.

Yeah, no one thinks they’ll fight.

But as teachers, they can’t abandon them… right?

“Set a deadline.”

I offer that advice, then reach into my backpack, grab a handful of magic stones, and hand them to Oida.

He catches them with both palms.

“Tch, this many? Wait, these stones are big… no way!?”

Shocked at the twenty-something stones, Oida’s even more stunned that they’re larger than the horn rabbit stones collected from others.

“Don’t bother me for more. Later.”

The coaches are fine, but dealing with these teachers daily after exploring? Hell no.

“W-Wait! Where’d you get these!?”

“Monsters from the 3rd floor up.”

Telling Oida that, I leave quickly for My Room.

It’ll be interesting to see how long other students keep contributing.

While they risk their lives fighting, the shut-ins hide in safe rooms, getting food handouts.

The teachers collect stones to help them.

Eventually, the students’ anger will turn not just on the shut-ins but the teachers too.

Why should we give our hard-earned stones to people who won’t fight?

When that happens, can the teachers keep supporting the shut-ins?

I warned them to set a deadline.

That means cut them off when it’s up.

If they don’t and keep helping, the other students will reject them, and they’ll go down with the shut-ins.

Oida, will you take my advice and steel yourself to abandon them? Or go down with them?

I get that you care about the students, but can you stick to that in this extreme situation?

If you pull it off, I’ll respect you. But I doubt it. Humans care about themselves most. Me included.

Back in My Room, I shower, then, in just boxers, buy a soda from the shop and chug it.

Taking a breather, I grab my backpack to settle the magic stones.

“About 25,000 DP. With what I gave Oida, it’d be 2,000 more.”

The past two days, I cashed in 24,000–25,000 DP. Today’s haul was higher due to the monster house. Though I donated the extra.

Cashing in coins, my balance hits over 270,000 DP.

Excluding my guard uniform, today’s chest haul brings my current gear and items to this:

◻︎ Weapons and Armor

- Iron Machete

- Black Iron Machete

- Iron Small Shield

- Leather Shin Guards ×3

- Leather Gauntlets ×4

- Leather Boots ×2

- Leather Hats ×2

- Leather Pants ×2

- Leather Vests ×3

- Blade-Resistant Robe

- Iron Knives ×15

- Iron Throwing Knives ×12

- Wooden Round Shields ×7

- Wooden Small Shields ×3

- Clubs ×16

◻︎ Items

- Grade 5 Potions ×34

- Grade 4 Potion ×1

- Grade 5 Mana Recovery Potions ×16

Running around, I find about 10–12 wooden treasure chests daily. Chests vanish after opening and don’t reappear in the same spot. But they respawn somewhere on the 4th floor. Today, rechecking spots, I found new chests in different places, confirming it.

The dud clubs hit double digits. I propped them in a corner, but they took space, so I bought a steel hanger rack from the shop—you know, for clothes. I tie them to it with string.

Round and small shields are stacked below. Gauntlets and shin guards still take up space, though.

Potions have stocked up, but selling’s half-price, so I store them. They’re compact and sellable anytime. Keeping them for emergencies.

Mana recovery potions are common on the 4th floor, so they’ve piled up. From testing, they double recovery speed for 3–4 hours, so I’m keeping them too.

“Hm, DP’s growing steadily.”

Past 200,000 DP, “Grade 5 Slave” pops into my head every settlement, but I ignore it.

It’s probably because I want sex with moans and real-time reactions, or blowjobs and titjobs.

But buying now delays a Grade 1 Slave, so I hold off.

I wish they’d add a “pinsaro succubus” service or something, I think, buying a dinner set. It’s Chinese—ramen, fried rice, and gyoza.

I scarf two portions, maintain my gear for 30 minutes while my stomach settles, then dive into wall butt time.

The top batter’s another young newbie.

Yesterday and the day before, newbies always led, all scared without fail.

It’s easy to guess some testers, knowing succubi can’t move, treat them harshly.

Yesterday, guys at the fountain bragged about shoving arms into wall butt pussies or pissing inside. One said he tried anal at the last second, but she vanished right after insertion.

The students are stressed, and boosted physical abilities make them rougher. Wall butt succubi might be taking the brunt.

“No choice.”

I wanna thrust and cum now, but I’ll caress her gently.

I keep it gentle until she’s not scared, managing two loads just before time’s up.

Since hitting E+ three days ago, I need eight loads to feel satisfied, calling four wall butts.

By the way, the noble succubus has appeared daily since our first session.

Lately, she’s stopped showing embarrassment at consecutive appearances, acting cool, though her cheeks are red.

Hitting D-rank this morning, I bet I need ten loads to sleep. That’s five calls tonight. DP’s fine, though. Necessary expense. Feels damn good, too.

Thinking that, I call the second wall butt, and the masochist succubus appears.

Lately, the second is usually the bratty or masochist succubus.

She wags her tail and butt happily, so I attach new weighted clothespins to both nipples. I slather lotion—bought for some reason—on her anus, shove in the kokeshi, and thrust my cock into her sopping pussy.

Each hip thrust shakes her breasts, the weights clashing, stimulating her nipples. Grinding the kokeshi deep in her butt makes her vagina clench and spasm, cumming hard.

I cum pleasurably deep inside, rest, then lift one leg for standing side position. I pound away, tugging the weights on her nipples. Switching to wheelbarrow, I finish a second time.

Enjoyed her for a good while, I wave her off as she vanishes. After a break, the tanned big sister succubus appears.

Usually, the third is the quiet middle school loli succubus, but sometimes the big sister shows up. The next day, the loli appears, begging for manga and acting clingy.

As always, the tanned big sister teases with her tail, so I thrust my cock, honed by the noble succubus, into her, determined to teach her a lesson.

Needless to say, she drains me three times, teaching me instead.

But making her cum inside once is proof of growth.

Finally, the noble succubus appears. I try everything, but she drains me three times in short order, hitting ten loads as predicted, sating my urges.

Am I gonna turn into an incubus or something? I think, half-joking, ending the 12th day’s succubus time.