Dungeon And Slave: The Lustful and Violent Slave Harem of the Guard and Students Chosen as Testers for the Succubus Dungeon - Chapter 77: Beggars and a Day Off

Chapter 77: Beggars and a Day Off

Tester Life – Day 30 – Night – 8th Floor – Sanada Yagumo

I have Rock carry a large haul on his back, tied with rope, then return him and Saizou to their Magic Seal Crystals.

Sayaka picks them up, wipes them clean with a towel, and hands them to me.

Maybe that’s why Rock’s so attached to her.

Once, when Sayaka was back-attacked, Rock looked at her worriedly.

He stopped after Sheena handled it effortlessly, but he might sense her affection and care, like cleaning his crystal.

Thanking Sayaka, I take the crystals and step onto the transfer circle.

The scenery shifts instantly to the 1st Floor Transfer Room.

Amid loud tongue-clicks, envious shouts, and testers yelling about calling Wall Butt, we leave.

At the safe Great Plaza, a group of students sits on cushions near the entrance, waiting.

Before them is a washbasin with a sign: “Starving to death. Please spare magic stones.”

The shut-in students.

Abandoned by teachers, they must gather stones themselves, so they beg at tester hotspots like the entrance and fountain.

They’re done for, lacking the wit to offer services like carrying Conquest Team gear.

Refusing to enter the dungeon, they cling to classmates’ mercy.

I catch the eyes of Yuki and the baseball team by the NTR bulletin board.

They look troubled.

No surprise—guilt stings seeing this. Some might consider sharing stones.

But I give Yuki’s group a stern look, shaking my head.

They nod, understanding, and ignore the shut-ins, heading to their rooms.

Pampering them means they’ll cling forever. Abandon them, and they’ll curse you with their dying breaths, forgetting past help. That’s human nature.

I tell the shut-ins blocking my room’s path to move, kick away a student trying to talk to Sayaka, and enter.

At the entrance, Sayaka’s face is dark, likely tormented by guilt.

Damn nuisances, I grumble inwardly, deciding to comfort her with sex. With Sheena, I strip Sayaka’s gear and head to the bathroom.

Showering, I fuck Sayaka senseless to clear her mind.

Tester Life – Day 31 – Day Off – Morning – My Room – Sanada Yagumo

I wake before 6 a.m. from a dream where Mia imprisons me in a cave room. Aria, coming to rescue me, gets defeated, and an angry Lanaoa descends, spanking Mia.

Glancing side to side, Sayaka and Sheena are still asleep.

They’ll wake soon. I’ve woken early before and know their routine.

They get up, lightly clean the living room (alternating daily), and one stays in bed, never leaving me alone. Someone’s always by my sleeping side.

I feel loved.

Even if it’s fake, born from the Lust Tattoo’s servitude.

Love’s an illusion anyway—suspension bridge effect and all. I’ve heard you can fall in love at first sight or cool off from a single word. I wouldn’t know, always after bodies.

I don’t understand truly loving someone, but I don’t want to lose them.

Enough to woo them again if the magic fades on the surface.

What happens to Sheena if we return? Living up there… tough with those too-real ears for cosplay.

After this test dungeon, a real one might appear in Japan. In the chaos, I could claim she was in the dungeon and protect her.

If the government tries to take her, I’ll threaten to expose their abandonment of me and my dad’s colleagues online. Or bring back a youth potion or hair regrowth drug for easier negotiations. Politicians and officials are mostly bald.

Sheena’s body is too good to give up.

Beyond her exquisite pussy, last night her moans were more emotional. In cowgirl, she locked eyes with me, moving her hips eagerly.

Her gaze is sharpening.

Could sex restore her ego? How, if her soul’s gone?

Soul… soul, huh.

What if her lost soul lingers in this dungeon?

A devilish thought: the Soulless Doll description didn’t mention contraception.

Yet it said they periodically seek semen.

What if she ovulates, and my ejaculations cause fertilization?

What if, before implantation, the dungeon reclaims it, returning bits of Sheena’s soul?

It’d explain her improving reactions.

The dungeon might trade pre-life fertilized eggs for her soul, bit by bit.

Soulless Dolls could instinctively know this, seeking semen to reclaim their souls.

Plausible and creepy. It’s a demon-made dungeon, after all.

If true, I’m all for it.

A pre-implantation egg is no different from semen in a tissue. I can’t see it as my child.

She’s from another world, a beastman, a different species. Pregnancy’s unlikely.

So, more sex with Sheena. I’ll focus on ejaculating inside her in the dungeon. Finishing in her after both their asses are side by side should keep Sayaka content.

Creampies! Creampies pave the future!

As I muse, they wake, and I hear Sayaka leave the room.

I sense Sheena turn toward me, her hand gently stroking my head.

It tickles, and I squirm. A faint “kusu” laugh escapes her.

Thinking I misheard, I feel something soft on my cheek—her lips.

Whoa, a cheek kiss? Is her ego really returning?

Stunned by her unprecedented initiative, she pulls my head into her breasts.

We stripped everything last night, so it’s bare skin.

Burying my face in her soft, large breasts feels great, but my semen’s scent from last night makes me frown.

No more chest shots, or I’ll wipe thoroughly.

She releases me, her hand reaching my morning wood.

Slowly pulling down my pants, she grips my cock, stroking while licking my ear.

Ugh.

I shudder, hips lifting.

Another “kusu” near my ear.

She kneads my balls, licks my nipples, smears precum over my cock, and strokes slowly.

Sayaka returns, strips her underwear, and kneels at my crotch, starting a morning blowjob.

Pretending to wake, I suck Sheena’s breasts, savoring Sayaka’s blowjob.

I order penetration instead, ejaculating inside Sayaka in reverse cowgirl.

Sheena climbs on next, and I finish in her cowgirl, watching her face, before we shower.

Discussing movies and games for our day off, I fuck them in the bathroom, hands on the mirror, finishing in Sheena.

While they dry their hair, I buy breakfast in the living room and clothes for Saizou.

Saizou, the Goblin I tamed yesterday, performed well from day one.

He coordinates with Rock, circling behind while Rock blocks with his greatshield, stabbing necks like an assassin.

I instructed him to aim for Goblin Assassin evolution.

He eagerly collects magic stones and gives Rock potions when injured.

A handy utility and skirmisher. I want him to evolve soon.

Their kills give me experience too, so I’ll have Saizou finish enemies like Sayaka.

Noticing ninja costumes, likely from the drama club’s storage, in the shop, I buy one.

Pricey, so I got a larger size for potential evolution, to be adjusted by Sheena later.

He’s got spare daggers, so I buy a leather belt for throwing knives, holding about ten. He’ll make a fine assassin. Shame there’s no poison for sale.

Checking my balance at 850,000 DP, I close the shop, storing the gear in my Magic Pouch.

Sayaka and Sheena finish drying their hair, and we sit on the sofa for breakfast.

It’s Japanese-style: salmon, natto, eggs, miso soup, and sesame spinach. Tasty.

But Sayaka eats slowly, likely thinking of the shut-ins begging in the plaza.

When I bought her, she skipped dessert, worried about training facility friends.

I think she should ignore them, but words won’t convince her. Abandoning them is abandonment, plain and simple.

After breakfast, we watch a movie, then play our usual kart game post-lunch.

Shockingly, Sheena uses trap items.

Has she learned, or is her old personality resurfacing with her ego?

She places banana peels in nasty spots.

But Sayaka and I, with more experience, take first and second. Sheena’s third but doesn’t freeze blankly like before.

Instead, she operates the controller, prepping for round two.

After a heated last-place battle, she overtakes me in round four, taking second.

In round five, switching to a wolf girl, I beat her, reclaiming second.

She mutters, “The princess is useless.” Someone she served in life?

Leaving that mystery, we play a puzzle game with a strip rule, leading to a heated battle until we’re all naked, diving into a sex marathon on the sofa.

We fuck, rest, fuck, eat dinner, and enjoy a fulfilling day off late into the night.