Dungeon And Slave: The Lustful and Violent Slave Harem of the Guard and Students Chosen as Testers for the Succubus Dungeon - Chapter 42: Instant Exposure

Chapter 42: Instant Exposure

Tester Life Day 15, Morning, My Room, Sanada Yagumo

Waking up to the pleasant sensation in my groin, I lift the blanket to find Sayaka sucking on my cock.

When our eyes meet, she smiles, just like yesterday morning, and shifts to a vacuum blowjob.

Her technique—teasing the tip with her tongue while tightly sucking my shaft—drives me to climax instantly.

As my semen spurts into her mouth, she swallows it down with gulps, not forgetting to stroke the base of my cock with her right hand to milk every drop.

Once I’m done, she kisses the tip, sucking out the last droplet.

With a pop, she releases my cock from her mouth.

“Good morning, Master.”

“Yeah, good morning. Thanks to you, Sayaka, I’m starting the day feeling great again.”

Saying that, I sit up and give her lips a light kiss.

Seriously, she’s incredible. Not just her skill, but how she precisely targets my weak spots.

What an observant girl. She’s got real talent.

“Nfu, I’ll serve you every morning♪ Let’s take a shower next, and I’ll brush your teeth too.”

“Ah, yeah.”

Beaming with joy at my praise, Sayaka takes my hand and leads me to the bathroom.

She washes my body, but when I try to return the favor, she says she’s already showered.

Seems she woke up earlier than me.

After she meticulously washes me, even my butt, we brush our teeth in front of the bathroom mirror.

This moment is, honestly, the most embarrassing. But seeing her happily brushing my teeth, I can’t bring myself to tell her to stop.

If my old comrades saw this, they’d probably mock me like, “Hey, baby♪ Gonna have Mama feed you her milk next?” and laugh their asses off.

After that, in the changing area, she dries me with a bath towel and tries to put on my new, neatly folded underwear, but I firmly refuse. I’m not a three-year-old, damn it.

Leaving the shower, we have breakfast in the living room. Today’s set is rice balls, grilled fish, and miso soup.

Sayaka’s surprised that I devour two portions, but she quickly says it’s manly and wonderful, gazing at me with teary eyes.

Being praised by a beautiful girl doesn’t feel bad. It doesn’t, but I’m scared I might turn into one of those delusional loser guys.

After eating and chatting with Sayaka over tea to let our stomachs settle, I decide to prepare. I buy a bento from the shop and put it in the Magic Pouch.

Potions and spare weapons were all packed during yesterday’s rest day.

I’ve also got ropes, zip ties, a battery-powered headlamp, a lantern, a lighter, a sleeping bag, a tent, emergency food, and plenty of drinks—just in case.

Thanks to the Magic Pouch, my safety’s increased, and I can explore hands-free, which is a godsend.

After buying the bento, I put on my guard uniform. I checked my mana yesterday during the rest day, and it’s still D-rank, so I skip it today.

I only hit D-rank three days ago, and despite defeating a floor guardian, I’ve only fought for two days since. Ranking up is probably still a ways off.

After putting on the guard uniform, I stand in front of the full-length mirror, equipping the Gray Wolf Leather Armor, gauntlets, and knee pads.

Glancing at the mirror, I see Sayaka watching me gear up with a serious expression, but I ignore it and secure a knife and the Black Iron Machete to my waist, then attach the Magic Pouch.

Finally, I strap the Black Iron Small Shield to my left arm, and I’m ready.

“You look cool, Master.”

As I turn around fully equipped, Sayaka claps her hands together in front of her chest and says this with a smile.

Being praised by a beautiful girl really doesn’t feel bad.

“That so? Alright, I’m heading out.”

Saying only that, I leave the living room, stop by the service room, and sling a one-meter-long iron shield onto my back, securing it with rope. This is for the Kobold in the Magic Seal Crystal.

As I put on my boots and tie the laces at the entrance, I feel a gaze from behind and glance back.

Sayaka’s looking at me with a worried expression.

“What’s up?”

“Um… please stay safe.”

“Don’t worry, I’m strong. You saw, right?”

I flash her a grin.

“Yes, you were amazing. But you’re alone, Master, so if something happens…”

“I won’t let my guard down. I’ll definitely come back, so wait for me. Make sure you eat lunch. Oh, and find some interesting movies or dramas. We’ll watch them when I’m back.”

“Yes!”

“Alright, I’m off.”

After tying my boots, I stand, pull Sayaka close by her arm, and kiss her.

Our tongues entwine for about a minute before I pull away, open the door, and step outside.

※

As I leave the room and close the door, I notice the wooden door has been replaced with a condo-style one.

And, to top it off, there’s a nameplate. I can’t believe my eyes when I see what’s written on it.

Below my name, it says [Slave: Tsukigase Sayaka].

I don’t know if this is because of the renovation or if everyone who buys a Slave gets this.

Either way…

“Unnecessary meddling.”

I scowl, muttering under my breath.

It’s probably to motivate the other testers.

Everyone’s likely checking the Slave Catalog daily, dreaming of buying their target girl someday. Some broke guys are probably even jerking off to the bust-up photos.

If someone actually buys a Slave, others will think, “I gotta do it too,” and dive into exploration with gusto. Especially those with lovers or family among the Slaves—they’ll be desperate.

The effect is undeniable.

But for me, who assumed no one would know as long as I didn’t let Sayaka out, this is a major miscalculation.

Worse, my room’s near the dungeon entrance. Tons of testers pass by every day.

If this nameplate was up all day yesterday while I was resting, it’s definitely spread to every tester by now.

“Tch.”

I click my tongue.

From the fountain in the plaza, a group comes charging toward me at full speed.

Leading them is a huge guy with round eyes. Yup, it’s Oida and his teacher crew.

The teacher crew consists of three teachers—PE, English, and math—and three coaches from the baseball, soccer, and track teams, forming a party to tackle the dungeon.

The academy pays decent money to hire more coaches, but those for clubs without morning practice usually show up in the afternoon to lead after-school training. Some only come when the academy’s on break.

Since we were abducted in the morning, these guys were probably caught right after finishing morning practice. Among them, men under 40 became testers.

They must’ve beaten the first floor guardian. Their gear looks pretty solid now.

Oida’s got an iron greatshield, leather armor, and has switched from a greatsword to a one-handed sword hanging at his waist.

Another guy’s in leather armor, and they all carry wooden round shields or small shields alongside their weapons.

The teacher crew reaches me.

Behind them, students around the fountain are staring my way.

Some look like they’re about to cry, others frustrated. Sayaka’s fans or something?

As I’m thinking this, Oida yells at me with a furious expression.

“Guard, I’ve got questions. You bought the second-year Tsukigase, didn’t you?”

“Hey, hey, don’t say ‘bought’ like it’s some dirty deal. It’s protection, protection. The place she was locked up was pretty harsh, you know. She was thrilled to be saved.”

Yup, protection. A girl like her, who could ruin a guy, needs proper protection from me.

“Protection, my ass! You better not have laid a hand on a minor!”

“You’d understand if you protected one yourself.”

For Sayaka’s sake—and mine—I won’t admit to touching her. Let them imagine what they want.

“Don’t dodge the question, you criminal!”

“Shut up, don’t just assume shit.”

I’ve touched her plenty, but it’s consensual. If it doesn’t get out, it’s not a crime.

“We can’t entrust an important student to a guy like you! We teachers will protect Tsukigase. Entrusted by her parents, we have the duty, responsibility, and right to protect our students. Hand her over!”

“Sorry, but Slaves can’t enter anyone’s room but their master’s. Meaning you guys can’t protect her. That’s what the succubus who explained it said, so it’s legit.”

“Don’t lie! You just don’t want to let Tsukigase go!”

“Think it’s a lie if you want. You’ll find out when you try protecting someone. Or… you gonna force me to hand her over right here, right now?”

Saying that, I reach for the machete at my waist and half-draw it from its sheath.

“Guh… I’m not going that far.”

“Good to hear.”

Oida, who was shouting moments ago, steps back and calms down, so I sheathe the machete.

“But if you’re lying, I won’t forgive you.”

Maybe frustrated that he got intimidated, Oida spits out what sounds like a sore loser’s line.

I give a thin smile, shrug, and reply, “It’s true,” before continuing.

“Leave Tsukigase to me. My room’s been renovated, so it’s spacious with a bath. There’s no better environment for a protected student to live in.”

Pointing at my room’s shiny new door with my thumb, I say this. Then, from behind Oida, a slick-backed, shady-looking English teacher steps forward. Kume, I think his name was.

“That’s right, Sanada-san. We’ve been wondering. How did you afford a Grade 1 Slave? How did you renovate your room? How did you earn that much DP in just two weeks?”

He asks the question everyone’s probably dying to know.

His tone’s polite, but like Oida, this guy hates my guts.

It started when I was new as a guard. I caught bullying in his class during patrols and reported it to the principal.

That got him chewed out by parents, the principal, and the chairman, and he ended up with a pay cut.

He was probably gunning for a promotion. So he resents me for putting a blemish on his record.

It’s his own fault, though. The bullied kid said he reported it to Kume multiple times, but Kume ignored it. When it came to light, he turned it into a grudge against me.

Unlike Oida, he doesn’t have the guts to confront me directly. Sometimes he speaks to me in English, then mocks my “filthy” English when I reply.

But when I started talking in various other languages, his face twitched. I picked up a bit from my old comrades, you know. Don’t underestimate a multinational abducted child soldier squad.

The math teacher, hiding behind Oida, is similar. This short, dandruff-shedding guy seems pissed that I’ve been talking to the new counselor, Wakui-sensei, recently. Apparently, he’s been watching me and badmouthing me everywhere. Wakui-sensei told me so.

The coaches, I just exchange greetings with during patrols. They haven’t said anything specific. They’re not academy teachers, after all.

They’re mostly retired pros or former Olympic candidates, hired as coaches for the academy’s priority clubs. Right now, they’re grudgingly tagging along with the teacher crew, looking annoyed.

Can’t blame them. If they resist, they might lose their coaching gigs. They’re probably worried about their students but are stuck with Oida’s group just because they’re among the few adults. I feel for them. Dealing with idiots must be exhausting.

While thinking this, I speak loud enough for Kume, Oida, the coaches, and the students eavesdropping by the fountain to hear.

“Hm, how to get a Slave and renovate a room? Keep moving forward. You’ll figure it out.”

“So, besides earning DP, you’re saying there might be rewards like Slaves or room renovations, like with the shower room?”

Kume’s sharp, hitting the mark. I just grin at him.

The room renovation was with DP, but no need to say that.

“We done here? I’m heading to the dungeon.”

Pushing past Oida, who’s blocking my way, he lets out a surprised grunt at how easily I shove him aside.

As I head toward the dungeon, Kume hurriedly calls after me.

“W-Wait! You’ve gone past the third floor, right, Sanada-san!? Share the information!”

“Nope.”

Knew they’d ask. No way I’m telling. You guys have more people. If I share, you’ll overtake me in no time, and I’ll lose my first-mover advantage.

If I ever share, it’ll be when I’m way ahead, and only up to the fourth floor, to someone I like.

In other words, I’ll never tell you guys.

“What!? You can’t protect all the female students alone, Sanada-san! Shouldn’t we work together to save them?”

“Then you teachers should explore like your lives depend on it and share info for the students’ sake. I’m just a guard. You’re the ones with the duty and responsibility to protect the students entrusted by their parents, right? Don’t tell me you can’t do it. You’ve got more people than me—it should be easy.”

“Tch, that’s… but as adults—”

“There’s no adults or kids in a fight to the death.”

Leaving only that, I walk away.