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

Chapter 78: The Last Chance

Tester Life – Day 32 – Morning – My Room – Sanada Yagumo

I wake to Sayaka and Sheena giving me a double blowjob, savoring it before ejaculating.

The sight of them alternating to catch my spurting semen feels sacred on this post-rest morning.

I call to them as they lick the cum off each other’s faces with their fingers, getting out of bed earlier than usual to shower together.

Last night, after a day of sex with Sayaka and Sheena, I only called one Wall Butt.

Freyja showing up first makes me suspect this room’s monitored.

Not that I have anything to hide. We’re imprisoned in this dungeon—surveillance is expected. Feels like being a prisoner.

I’ve gotten used to Freyja’s infinite tentacle pussy, managing to make her climax twice.

The sensation of her tightening vagina and writhing tentacles at climax nearly breaks me.

Even without face-to-face sex, she’s that good. I’d never tire of her, or Lanaoa. Mia’s healing vibe is tempting too.

Greedy thoughts aside, Sayaka, all smiles, brushes my teeth, and expressionless Sheena shaves me. I leave the bathroom first.

They’ll handle hair removal and skincare before drying their hair, so I buy breakfast in the living room.

In the shop, I eye a “Ring of Protection,” a magic item shielding from all attacks. Nice, but 300,000 DP is steep.

Sayaka and Sheena join me, and we eat breakfast.

After, we watch a “World’s Puppies” DVD on the TV while I sip Sayaka’s coffee.

Sayaka and Sheena collect trash and clean the bedroom.

Once done, we relax on the sofa, then head to the service room.

I gear up, and while they change, I step outside to check the scene.

Near the dungeon entrance, shut-ins beg, clutching their stomachs, some lying down, too weak to sit.

During the break, they were moved from the entrance and fountain, grouped together.

Other testers react variably—scorn, pity, or shouting annoyance. The shouters are likely Kickboxing Club guys, always bold against the weak.

Oida’s group is there too.

They pass the shut-ins, now beggars after being abandoned, with grimaces.

The shut-ins glare at Oida’s group with resentment.

See? That’s what helping gets you.

Gratitude lasts only while aid flows; cut it, and they hate you.

They don’t deserve mercy. Let them choose: live or die.

I warned Oida to set a deadline for aid—give them time to resolve to fight, then cut them off if they don’t.

But he lacked the guts to abandon them, dragging on support, skimming stones collected from students.

He probably thought he could keep extorting stones. In this place, teacher authority doesn’t last. Suspected of embezzlement, students ditched him fast. Laughably pathetic.

In the end, he tossed them out penniless at the worst time, with food prices quadrupled. Some “teacher’s duty to protect students.” Utterly irresponsible.

They’re an eyesore, and bad for Sayaka’s mental health.

Time to clear them out.

I turn back to the room.

With Sayaka and Sheena, now geared, I instruct them to tie up the service room’s weapons and armor with rope.

It’s a lot.

Over 30 iron knives, 20 clubs, and about 30 wooden round and small shields combined.

Armor includes nearly 15 sets of gauntlets, knee pads, leather vests, and pants.

I stuff what fits into my Magic Pouch; we carry the rest.

Sayaka and Sheena, puzzled by my intent, follow as we leave.

Testers’ gazes in the Great Plaza lock onto Sayaka and Sheena.

Ignoring them, I head straight for the shut-ins.

I dump the weapons and armor before them.

A loud clank echoes through the plaza.

Too weak from hunger, they only turn, looking confused.

The otaku-ish glasses guy and his group widen their eyes at Sheena’s bunny ears.

Looking down, I speak.

“Hey, you losers, waiting to starve after failing as parasites. Here’s your last chance. Choose: wait for starvation or fight to live.”

My words turn their faces to fear.

I continue, unfazed.

“Fight, and as a guard who protected the academy, I’ll fulfill my final duty. I’ll train you to handle Horn Rabbits. This is your last shot to survive. Miss it, and no one will help you. Starve or gain the means to live. Pick one.”

“No way! Fighting monsters is impossible!”

“I don’t wanna die, help us, Guard-san!”

“No more pain, please…”

“It’s scary… I can’t.”

“Fine, starve.”

I coldly dismiss their whines and excuses.

They fall silent, heads down, crying.

I press harder.

“If you choose starvation, begging’s banned from tomorrow. If I catch you, I’ll drag you to the dungeon’s depths and dump you. You’re a nuisance just existing.”

“That’s unfair!”

“You murderer!”

“You’re an adult, help us! You’re school staff!”

They cry but resist desperately at the begging ban.

I scoff.

“Abandoned by teachers—adults with more responsibility than a guard like me, right?”

“Ugh…”

“Damn teachers, ditching us…”

“Shit! What do we do…?”

“I can’t fight… I always flunked PE…”

“I don’t wanna die… Someone help…”

“That’s why I’m giving you this last chance. One more time: choose! Starve or take up arms and fight!”

“Ugh… sob…”

Abandoned by teachers, banned from begging, they cry, faces twisted in anguish.

They know—no one will help, judging by other students’ gazes. They’ll starve in days.

As I silently watch their despair, the otaku-ish glasses guy clenches his teeth, tears streaming, and reaches for a weapon with trembling hands.

His image overlaps with me, the day I was kidnapped and handed a gun.

“If you want to live, take the gun and fight! If not, die here!”

Haha… what’s this?

I’m doing the same as those bastards.

Disgusting.

Tester Life – Day 32 – Morning – Great Plaza – Tsukigase Sayaka

“Choose! Starve or take up arms and fight!”

Master’s cold words hit the shut-in students.

Watching one reach for a weapon with trembling hands, crying, Master briefly looks sad, then smirks.

That expression tightens my chest.

His eyes aren’t smiling.

They look sorrowful, resigned.

No… if Master forces them to fight and regrets it, especially if someone dies, he won’t be himself anymore.

I don’t know why, but my heart aches with that fear.

Master is kind.

He respectfully mourned Noda-senpai’s death, advising survivors to move forward, saving their hearts.

He claims he’s just using Yuki-senpai’s group but helps and worries about them.

Even with the shut-ins.

I always wondered about the service room’s pile of gear.

Knives, wooden shields, gauntlets, shin guards, leather jackets, pants—all from treasure chests. Master had Rock carry them back, never discarding them.

The shop doesn’t buy weapons or armor, so why keep them?

Today, I understood.

Master planned to give the shut-ins, who spent all their DP and can’t buy weapons, a final chance. Long before he bought me.

All to save them.

That’s why he criticized the teachers’ half-hearted help.

He wanted to do this sooner, but they interfered.

He couldn’t forgive their cruelty—giving hope, then abandoning them.

My kind Master… my Yagumo-san is playing the villain.

That’s wrong! Yagumo-san, who thought of them more than anyone, suppressing his heart to be harsh, shouldn’t be hated or resented!

If it comes to that, I’ll… I’ll!

“Please! Help everyone! We need your strength! Save the girls trapped by succubi, trembling in fear of being killed if unsold! Please!”

Before I know it, I’m kneeling, head pressed to the floor, pleading before the shut-ins.

I’ll be his shield!

I’ll protect my beloved Yagumo-san!

Tester Life – Day 32 – Morning – Great Plaza – Sanada Yagumo

Mocking my own actions, Sayaka suddenly prostrates herself, pleading with the shut-ins.

Shocked, I see the otaku glasses guy with “gozaru” speech pause.

Wiping tears with trembling hands, he slaps his cheeks, eyes wide, and grabs a weapon, standing.

“I-I’ll do it! Weak maidens are trapped by demons, and a beauty begs us to save them—any man who doesn’t rise isn’t a man! We’re doomed anyway! I’d rather die fighting for girls than starving miserably! Right, everyone!?”

“I’ll fight! To save Leticia-chan!”

“Me too! For everyone’s little sister, Leticia-chan!”

“Ugh… damn it! Me too! If I’m gonna die, I want to be praised for saving a girl!”

“Shit! Fine, I’ll fight! That’s what you want, right? Sayaka’s fighting—can we keep whining about fear?”

“Hell yeah, screw it! Let’s do it! We’ll bloom as fleeting flowers!”

“Me too! I’ll make hell! Kill! I’ll kill them all!”

The glasses guy’s desperate resolve sparks the despairing shut-ins. Trembling, they grab weapons, shouting.

They don’t want to fight. They’re terrified.

But unlike when I threatened them, their eyes now resemble warriors heading to battle, overcoming fear.

Haha… right, yeah.

A beauty begging to save captive girls? No way they’d refuse.

So, they’re men after all.