Dungeon And Slave: The Lustful and Violent Slave Harem of the Guard and Students Chosen as Testers for the Succubus Dungeon - Chapter 69: Meanwhile, the Slaves

Chapter 69: Meanwhile, the Slaves – Part 2 – Sanae Nijikki

Test Dungeon – Lake Field Training Facility – 2nd Year – Sanae Nijikki

“Huff, huff!”

“Yahoo! Sana’s got stamina!”

During morning running time.

While jogging around the lake, Karen, the American exchange student, bounces her large chest and chats as she runs beside me.

Her proportions are unreal. She’s about my height, but her curves are excessive.

I respond to her.

“You’ve got stamina too, Karen, for someone in the voice acting department.”

“Voice acting’s a stamina game! I trained before coming to Japan.”

“Is that so?”

I do kendo, and I’ve run to build stamina and focus. Similar, I guess.

“But how long do we have to keep doing this?”

“Until we’re bought.”

I answer curtly. It’s a topic I don’t want to discuss.

“I wonder when we’ll be bought. Hmm? ‘Wondering’ maybe? Nobody but Sayaka’s been bought yet.”

“I’m fine staying like this.”

I’d rather stay than become a sex slave. Spreading my legs for a man I don’t love and being treated like an object? No thanks.

“But Sana, you’ll be bought. You’re a Yamato Nadeshiko!”

“A sharp-eyed Yamato Nadeshiko, right?”

What part of me is a Yamato Nadeshiko?

It’s always been like this. Because I do kendo and have a black ponytail, everyone calls me a Yamato Nadeshiko.

And it’s always followed by, “If only your eyes were softer, you’d be perfect.”

Sorry for my sharp eyes!

That’s why I hate being called a Yamato Nadeshiko.

“Really? I think they’re cool.”

“Spare me the flattery.”

“Flattery? Not sure, but I want to be bought soon. It’s been over three weeks without meat. The food’s not tasty, and it’s just sex training all the time. Leticia’s losing energy without sweets.”

“Leticia, huh?”

It must be tough for her.

I glance back at the silver-haired girl struggling at the rear.

She’s a French exchange student in the animation department, a 1st-year. But she skipped grades back home, so she’s only 13, yet she’s running and training in sex with us.

It’s probably torture for her underdeveloped body.

She’s short and slender, but her chest is large. Is she really 13?

Watching Leticia run, her chest bouncing painfully, Karen, looking worried beside me, speaks.

“I wonder how Sayaka’s doing.”

“…Don’t know.”

“Who bought Sayaka?”

“I said I don’t know.”

Sayaka… my only true friend.

That day, she said, “I’ve been bought! I’ll ask them to buy you too, Sanae! And everyone else! So wait for me!” and vanished.

Since then, everyone’s been gossiping about who could afford someone as expensive as her.

Right now, Sayaka’s probably locked up, a toy for teachers or students…

“Ugh, I want to be bought soon.”

“Hmph! I’m fine like this.”

“What? If we’re not bought, we’ll be killed! I want to live, get out, and see my mom and dad. Man, I wish Yagumo would buy me.”

“Yagumo?”

“The guard! The wild, handsome one!”

“Oh, that ridiculously strong, villain-faced guard.”

Come to think of it, Sayaka called him cool too.

He’s got chiseled features, handsome maybe, but his face is too menacing.

With that scar and sharp eyes, I’d believe he was a mercenary overseas.

I saw him slaughtering in the dungeon from day one.

Horned rabbits aside, he smashed the heads of human-like Goblins without hesitation. It gave me chills.

“Yagumo’s not a villain! He’s a super nice guy!”

“Hmm.”

I saw him talking to Karen in English once. He was smiling… Maybe he’s decent if you talk to him. His looks are fierce, though.

No, judging by appearance is wrong. I should know that best.

“He’s probably the one who bought Sayaka. He’s the furthest ahead and earns tons solo.”

“That’s…”

It’s possible, but I don’t want to know who bought her.

If I knew, I might not control my rage. I want to kill the man who made my precious friend a sex slave.

Sayaka’s kind. She’s probably forcing herself to please a man, crying inside, to save me.

Imagining it makes my blood boil.

“So I want him to buy me too.”

“Good for you.”

Not for me.

After talking a bit more, Karen, worried about Leticia, heads to the exhausted girl.

Morning training ends, and after a tasteless lunch, the torturous sex training begins.

“Alright! Next is reverse cowgirl! Shake those hips to please the man!”

After fellatio training, at the instructor’s command, everyone in the large room lays a doll down and straddles it backward.

We piston our hips toward the doll’s dildo, which is laid flat for cowgirl practice.

Karen and Leticia are beside me.

Everyone’s chests are large, bouncing wildly with each hip thrust. Even 13-year-old Leticia’s.

Mine aren’t small, but they don’t jiggle that much.

Thinking this, I lift and drop my hips with the others.

“Nn!”

The dildo grazes my privates, and I let out a sound.

This room is for virgins, so the dildo stays flat, but in non-virgin rooms, they insert it, I hear.

Inserting a 15cm thing like that is horrifying.

I feel bad for the others, but I’m glad to be a virgin, though I feel weird watching Leticia, who’s better at hip movements.

She lacks stamina but takes this training and maid lectures seriously.

Young as she is, she knows she must excel to avoid being discarded when bought.

Feeling gloomy, I glance at the dungeon footage split into 12 on the wall.

Teachers and classmates are desperately fighting Kobolds.

They’re injured but fighting.

To save us?

No, to make us sex slaves.

That’s all men are.

Like the guy who tried to rape me in middle school, they see women as sex toys!

Disgusting! This is why I hate men!

Shuddering with disgust while moving my hips, the instructor’s voice echoes again.

“Alright! Face forward for spider cowgirl! Use your legs for short, intense thrusts!”

At her command, everyone turns 180 degrees on the dolls, knees up, slamming hips toward the dildo.

“Nn, ha, ha!”

Thrusting, I look at the wall. A different group is shown now.

Among them is the Guard.

But why’s he fighting Kobolds?

Didn’t he fight Goblins two days ago?

He had an armored Kobold fighting with him.

I was shocked at first, but Leticia excitedly explained he used “Taming” to ally with a monster.

The Guard slashes the legs of three charging Kobolds with his black machete at blinding speed.

As strong as ever.

But why the legs? With his skill, he could’ve hit their necks or torsos.

Tilting my head, the Guard gestures as if talking to someone behind him.

I thought he was instructing his tamed Kobold, but the footage shifts to his line of sight.

“What!?”

I gasp at the sight.

“Hey! What was that voice? Only moans are allowed!”

“Y-Yes! Sorry!”

Scolded, I apologize while moving my hips.

Looking back at the footage, I see Sayaka in a leotard-like outfit and a witch hat.

Why!? Why is Sayaka there!?

I know. The Guard. He bought Sayaka.

And he’s forcing her into the dangerous dungeon to fight.

Damn you, Guard! Making a girl fight in a dungeon!? You’re a villain! What if my precious friend gets hurt or dies!?

“Hey! That scary face while thrusting won’t please men! It’ll scare them! If it’s not pleasurable, I’ll arouse you!”

“S-Sorry!”

Scolded again, I force my anger down, plastering on a smile while thrusting.

Forced arousal would be unbearable. I heard some in other groups went wild, thrusting like monkeys and climaxing insanely.

I can’t humiliate myself like that in front of Karen, underclassmen, or seniors.

Ugh, Sayaka… She’s fighting for me, coerced by that brute Guard.

Tears well up, streaming down my cheeks.

The footage shows Sayaka calmly stabbing Kobolds’ necks.

Making gentle Sayaka do that… She must be crying inside.

Thinking of her heart, tears flow.

After killing all the Kobolds and collecting magic stones, Sayaka and the brute Guard are shown.

Huh? The Guard put his hand on Sayaka’s abdomen?

What’s he doing?

No, it can’t be!?

Sayaka’s legs tremble, and at the Guard’s instruction, she braces against the wall, sticking out her ass.

He reaches for her crotch, opening a zipper-like thing, then unzips his pants… That’s a penis!?

No way!? No, no, no!

“Stop it!!!”

I scream as the Guard’s penis nears Sayaka’s ass.

“Guh!”

A sharp pain hits my abdomen, and I’m blown to the wall.

“Gah, cough, cough!”

The pain disrupts my breathing, and I nearly vomit but hold it in.

Opening my eyes, I see the instructor smiling, veins bulging on her temple.

“What’s ‘stop it’? Don’t want sex training? Wanna die?”

Her words flash memories of teachers and cafeteria ladies killed before us on the first day.

I’ll be killed!

“S-Sor… cough… ry.”

Choking, I desperately apologize.

“You said that earlier too, right?”

“Sorry. I’ll do it properly next time.”

I prostrate myself, begging not to be killed.

“Good. Let’s do it properly. ‘Order: Take off your shorts, spread your legs, and masturbate.’”

“Eh? Ah… My body’s moving…”

At her words, my body moves on its own, stripping off my shorts, spreading my legs, and reaching for my privates and nipples.

“This is a treat. Got it? ‘Go crazy climaxing until night.’”

She places her hand on my Lust Tattoo, channeling mana.

“Ah, aaah! Feels good! Ah, ah, I’m coming! I’m gonna come!”

“Oh? Worthy of a Grade 1 Slave. Nice moans and sensitivity. You’ve got talent. Keep going wild. Come on, everyone, thrust harder!”

“Ah, nn, w-wait, ah, ah, everyone… ah, don’t look… ah, no! Coming again!”

I try to stop the instructor, but my hands won’t stop.

And this spot is in everyone’s view.

Oh… Everyone’s seeing my privates and me climaxing.

Karen, Leticia, everyone.

Embarrassing… Please, don’t look.

But it feels good… My fingers won’t stop… My nipples feel good… Nn… Ah… I won’t forgive… that brute Guard… Nn… Never… Ah, no! I’m gonna pee!

For hours, even after training ends, I’m trapped in climax hell.