Dungeon And Slave: The Lustful and Violent Slave Harem of the Guard and Students Chosen as Testers for the Succubus Dungeon - Chapter 79: Demon Instructor

Chapter 79: Demon Instructor

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

The shut-in group, now armed and armored, numbers 33.

I order them to form parties of six or seven.

As expected, several loners cause uneven groups, so I shuffle them into smaller ones.

From the five parties formed, I have them choose leaders and distribute Goblin magic stones—two per person, 66 total.

“With these, buy breakfast, a bento, and a cheap backpack. Be back here in 20 minutes. If you get scared and don’t show, fine. That food’ll be your last supper.”

I smirk, and they all pale, shaking their heads.

It’s harsh, dousing their newfound resolve, but they’re just hyped up, some swept by the mood.

To avoid dragging them to the dungeon’s depths later, I need to show I’m serious.

“Got it? Dismissed.”

Relieved at getting food, they sprint to their rooms.

Sayaka hugs my arm and speaks.

“Master… you even prepared magic stones.”

Her eyes glisten.

“Well, you can’t fight on an empty stomach, right?”

Ideally, aid would’ve had a deadline, and on the final day, Oida’s group should’ve given pooled stones for food and weapons. Instead, they embezzled and abandoned them penniless, forcing me to cover it all.

“Hehe, true. But watching five parties seems tough. Maybe two or three at a time?”

“Yeah, over 30 at once is rough. We’ll rotate every two hours, teaching them how to fight.”

Luckily, only Guardian-room-looping testers roam the 1st Floor.

With nearly enough shields for everyone, if they stay alert, Horn Rabbits should be easy.

I’d love to let them earn experience, but there’s no time.

Overcoming Horn Rabbit fear and learning safe combat is the best I can do.

As Sayaka and I discuss training, Yuki and the baseball team approach from the NTR bulletin board.

“Morning, Sanada-san. I saw it—you planned to help them, huh?” Yuki says.

“I was a guard, y’know. Adult duty and all,” I reply.

“Heh, sure,” Yuki smirks, the baseball guys grinning.

Their smiles annoy me, assuming I’m soft. But I did intend to help, so I stay quiet.

I’m just covering my ass so the media doesn’t bash me for abandoning them if we escape.

“What’s up?” I ask.

“Some are classmates or friends. If they’re motivated, we’ll help. It’s our duty as academy students,” Yuki says.

“Pfft, nice,” I chuckle.

Cool guy.

“Plus, we owe you, Sanada-san. Time to pay back a bit,” Yuki adds.

“We too. We owe you for the vice-captain thing. We’ll help for a day,” Matsuki says, turning away, rubbing his nose.

What, blushing? Oh, staring at Sheena?

Her bunny ears and exposed cleavage—unlike Sayaka’s cloaked outfit—must fluster him. Uses Wall Butt nightly but still shy, huh?

“Fine, that helps. Handle four parties. Don’t coddle them—tough love, even if they get hurt.”

I pull 20 Grade 5 Potions from my Magic Pouch and hand them over.

“Seriously?” Yuki asks.

“No big deal, I’ve got plenty.”

I’ve got 40 left. Need to clear out those wooden treasure chests.

“Alright, we’ll use them,” Yuki says.

“Do it.”

Yuki and baseball captain Wakamiya discuss and divvy up the parties.

The baseball team’s large, so only 10, including Wakamiya and Matsuki, stay; the rest head for regular exploration.

With Yuki, Wakamiya, and 20 others, we spread a map, coordinating to avoid overlapping hunting grounds.

Soon, the shut-ins return.

Food’s perked them up, faces more lively.

None stayed behind.

No escape now—cowardice means death.

From the gathered shut-ins, I take charge of the six-person party led by the “gozaru” glasses guy, the first to resolve to fight.

He’s about 170 cm, average build.

Probably chubby before, his loose student uniform is layered with a leather jacket, gauntlets, knee pads, a round shield, and a club.

Aiming to be the main tank, it seems.

Three others with shields can sub-tank, covering blind spots.

“We’re heading to hunt Horn Rabbits. With shields, they’re no big deal. Their only attack, a charge, can’t reach your neck, and reinforced uniforms protect covered areas. Even if something happens, we’ve got plenty of potions, so fight without worry.”

“It’s safer than our first fight, but…” glasses guy says.

“What, you’ve fought before?”

“Aye, we were the first students to enter the dungeon.”

“Oh, you’re the ones Yuki mentioned.”

Yuki said some students entered before them, got injured, and fled, revealing monster types and attacks.

So, it was glasses guy’s group.

They look like classic otakus, not athletic types.

“We thought slimes would appear, like in anime or games. But it was Horn Rabbits. Couldn’t handle blind-spot attacks, got pummeled,” he says.

“Idiots,” I groan.

He recounts their trauma grimly. Flustered by my and Sheena’s cold stares, he makes excuses.

They mixed up games, isekai manga, and reality, assuming the first monsters would be weak slimes. Led by glasses guy, animation department students rushed to their rooms after the Queen’s explanation, aiming to save underclassmen or classmates.

They bought weapons, entered the dungeon first, believing early leveling would make them strongest.

But Horn Rabbits, not slimes, appeared. Panicked by their speed and blind-spot charges, they tried to flee, got surrounded, and were beaten.

Feeling mortal danger, they ditched weapons and barely escaped.

Panicked, probably. If calmer, they’d have noticed a downed ally stops a Rabbit’s charge, letting you stab it with a sword or spear.

Game-like confidence led to their first taste of death’s fear.

Traumatized by Horn Rabbits, they shut themselves in, realizing this isn’t a manga or game.

Idiots.

Sayaka gives them a dumbfounded look, and glasses guy’s group shrinks, muttering, “It wasn’t supposed to be like this.”

This’ll be a hassle, I think, leading them to the dungeon.

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“Don’t freeze, Gozaru Glasses! Stop closing your eyes, I’ve said it a million times! Bash it with your shield!”

“Eek! Impossible, impossible! Guboa!”

“Tch, now! Gozaru’s sacrifice stopped the Rabbit! Everyone, beat it to a pulp!”

“Yes, sir!”

After blowing glasses guy back, the Horn Rabbit shifts for another charge. I point, ordering the others.

Six students with clubs and knives swarm the Rabbit, stabbing and pummeling it frantically.

“You’re pulling back, that’s why you get knocked over. How many times do I have to say it, coward?”

I glare down at glasses guy, sprawled from failing to block.

“S-Sorry, sir.”

“If there’s more than one Rabbit, they’ll charge your neck while you’re down. Don’t want to die? Don’t fall.”

“Eek! B-But it’s scary!”

“Then keep being a meat shield for your team’s experience? Without learning to parry or dodge, that wooden shield won’t last.”

“Ugh…”

An hour into training.

We’re near the dungeon entrance, where only one Rabbit spawns, but glasses guy and other shield-bearers keep getting knocked back, giving me a headache.

I expected it, but trauma’s hard to shake.

No choice. Plan B.

“Listen up! Form up around Sheena, protect her. Get knocked back, and you’ll drag her down. Man up and guard the lady!”

“No way!”

“Using a girl as a sacrifice? That’s brutal!”

“Impossible!”

“Shut it! Just hold your ground! Go!”

I kick the whining cowards’ butts, positioning two shield-bearers ahead and one on each side of Sheena.

“Sheena, sorry. Dodge if it’s dangerous.”

She nods quietly.

I chose this because Sheena can dodge, but I didn’t want to use it.

Tense, glasses guy’s group advances, Sayaka and I trailing, watching as we head deeper.

Two hours later.

Plan B worked.

But…

“Eek! Lady Sheena, please lift your foot!”

Terrified, glasses guy’s waist retreats, and Sheena presses her foot against his back, stopping him.

“Hey, Sheena-san! Don’t poke my butt with your rapier! I’ll die!”

She prods a retreating student’s butt with her rapier’s tip.

“Here it comes! Guh, guboa!”

When a student fails to block a Rabbit’s charge and staggers, Sheena kicks them, sending them and the Rabbit flying.

She’s not a frail girl to protect but a demon instructor.

Here’s why: at first, glasses guy’s group braced against Rabbit charges.

But they got knocked back half the time, endangering Sheena.

She dodged, but seeing no progress, she stopped being protected and forced them to protect her.

Hence, this.

Glasses guy’s group is caught between front wolves and a rear tiger.

“Is… this okay?” Sayaka asks, worried, eyeing the brutal scene.

“They’ll be fine. Their uniforms are tattered and dusty, but no injuries need potions. Sheena’s gauging it right.”

Reinforced uniforms resist rapier pokes unless stabbed hard.

Her kicks are measured, causing only bruises.

Thanks to Sheena, they’ve stopped retreating.

She must’ve been a knight or something, knowing how to handle scared soldiers.

“Ow! It stabbed! Your rapier just stabbed my butt!”

“Don’t step on my foot! I won’t retreat! I can’t move—guboa!”

“The rear ally’s the most dangerous! I’ll go forward, it’s safer!”

Finally realizing Sheena’s the bigger threat, they step up, blocking Rabbit charges, even parrying sometimes.

Plan B turned out differently than planned, but it worked, so fine.

“Bring it, any number!”

“No more butt stabs!”

Blood staining their pants’ rears, faces and hands scratched, glasses guy’s group charges Rabbits desperately.

Sheena, kicking butts and poking with her rapier, seems to enjoy it. Sayaka, clutching potions, watches nervously.

I observe from behind, arms crossed, nodding.