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

Chapter 80: Training Complete

Tester Life, Day 32 – Night – 1st Floor Guardian Room – Sanada Yagumo

“Get ready!”

“All hands, evade!”

At my warning, Gozaru Glasses shouts orders to his party.

They scatter in different directions, sliding headfirst.

A Big Horn Rabbit’s charge barrels through.

Gozaru Glasses’ group dodges perfectly, and the Rabbit’s horn embeds in the wall.

“Now!”

With Gozaru Glasses’ cry, they rise, weapons in hand, and swarm.

Gozaru clings to the Rabbit’s neck, pinning it to keep the horn stuck.

The others, faces desperate, bash its head with clubs and stab its body with knives.

The Big Horn Rabbit vanishes into black particles without resisting.

“Well done. You’re full-fledged testers now.”

Watching from outside the Guardian Room, I enter with Sayaka and Sheena, praising them.

Even with a known strategy, not freezing and executing planned moves against that massive charge on first sight is impressive.

“Woohoo! We did it! No more begging!” Gozaru Glasses cheers.

“Haha… we actually won. But Sheena-san’s rapier at my neck was scarier,” one says.

“Phew… weird, I got scratches, but my butt from Sheena-san’s stabs hurts more,” another groans.

“My back from her kicks hurts worse,” a third adds.

“That was brutal Spartan training,” they mutter.

“Again?” Sheena asks, brandishing her rapier.

“Eek! No thanks!” they shout, arms out in refusal.

While dissing Sheena lightly, her threat sends them into a panic.

Her Spartan methods worked, rapidly boosting their skills and guts.

I pitied them at first, but this was perfect for cowards. Sheena’s a better instructor than me. Tonight, I’ll reward her thoroughly—I haven’t gotten off all day, and I’m pent-up.

It’s past 6 p.m.

Sheena’s harsh training made them hunt Horn Rabbits eagerly, so I thought they could handle the Guardian. Took longer than expected.

I talked to the testers looping the Guardian Room.

I said to prioritize newbies over loops. They grumbled but nodded. It’s an unspoken rule in games—complain, and you get flak. They’ll yield to others, including Yuki’s groups, later. I’ll have Yuki spread the word to other testers.

Sheena sheathes her rapier, and Gozaru Glasses’ group relaxes.

Noticing a copper treasure chest by the black gate, their eyes light up, and they rush to open it.

“Jackpot! Iron Greatshield and Leather Armor!” Gozaru Glasses holds them up.

The greatshield’s like Oida’s, about 15,000 DP if bought.

Perfect gear for them now.

“There’s a potion too! Dark color—Grade 4!” another says.

Greatshield at 15,000 DP, Leather Armor at 5,000 DP, Grade 4 Potion at 10,000 DP—30,000 DP total. Some chests yield 25,000 DP gear or less, so this is a big win.

It’s late, so I gather the excited group to tally and distribute spoils.

Horn Rabbit magic stones: 93, worth 2,790 DP. Boss stone: 90 DP. Total: 2,880 DP.

Three wooden chests en route held a Grade 5 Potion, copper coins, and a club.

Keep the club as a spare, save the potion, sell the coins—total revenue: 3,000 DP.

Split six ways, that’s 500 DP each. A dinner set leaves 100 DP. If Oida hadn’t delayed, food costs would be half, giving more leeway. Damn him.

But the Guardian’s first-clear reward of 20,000 DP adds 3,300 DP per person, totaling 3,800 DP.

That covers three meals for four days. Breakfast sets for morning and evening, bento for lunch, lasts six days. Plenty. Risking the Guardian paid off, even if they’re battered.

Tomorrow, the 2nd Floor. More Horn Rabbits, better earnings—they won’t starve.

“Guard-dono, can we really take it all?” Gozaru Glasses asks guiltily.

“Don’t need it. You fought hard, but that’s pocket change to me.”

I earn nearly 50,000 DP daily. First-clear rewards go straight to their crystals, and a few hundred DP means nothing.

“True, but… you kicked our butts, taught us to fight, gave us gear and stones, and lost a day’s earnings. We feel bad,” he says.

“That’s adult responsibility. You’ll get it when you’re older. If it bugs you, call it a debt. Pay me back someday.”

I feel some pity for kids thrown into a situation like my childhood, but this is self-preservation. If we escape, teachers who abandoned them will take the blame, and students will vouch for me.

Plus, these guys might be useful somehow.

“Of course! We’ll never forget this debt!” Gozaru Glasses vows.

“I won’t either! Thanks, Guard-san!” another says.

“Sheena-san was terrifying, but I never thought I’d fight like this. Thanks to you all,” a third adds.

“Hehe, wait, Guard-san. We’ll get strong and repay you,” another promises.

“Can we save Leticia-chan now?” one asks.

“Not yet. We’re way behind,” Gozaru replies.

“You mentioned her this morning. Classmate?” I ask.

I recall them calling her “everyone’s little sister.”

“She’s an animation department underclassman,” Gozaru says.

“Leticia-chan loved Japanese anime, came to Japan at 13 to study, a genius artist,” another explains.

“We all doted on her in the department. Then this happened…”

“We dreamed of making anime with her characters.”

“Master, she’s a first-year French exchange student, a Grade 1 Slave in my and Sanae’s room,” Sayaka whispers.

“Grade 1, huh… I vaguely remember a young kid,” I say.

I skipped her due to age, so no clue what she’s like.

“She was in your room? Is… she okay?” Gozaru asks Sayaka.

“…Yes,” she replies after a pause.

“Don’t sugarcoat it for us, please,” Gozaru presses.

“Tell them straight. It’ll motivate them,” I urge, seeing Sayaka’s troubled look.

From what Sayaka’s told me, the training facility’s brutal for a 13-year-old. No way she’s fine.

“Well… she was really down, missing sweets. Training was physically tough… Karen-san helped a lot, so she avoided succubus punishments,” Sayaka says.

“As expected… our cute little Leticia-chan suffering while we…” Gozaru trails off.

“Sorry for being pathetic big brothers, Leticia-chan,” another says.

“Damn it! I want to free her fast!” a third growls.

“We’re way behind. Other animation department guys haven’t progressed far either,” another adds.

“Still, we’ll do it! But we’re a month late. It’s shameless, but if someone tries to buy her before we can, Guard-dono, can you save her?” Gozaru pleads.

“Sorry, Sayaka’s best friend comes first. I’ve got another lined up too. If I’ve got spare funds, I’ll consider it,” I say.

A 13-year-old enduring harsh training is rough, but I’m set on buying Nijikki and Karen with a Grade 1 Slave ticket.

After them, maybe. Karen’s looking after her, so she’ll likely ask too. I only want two Grade 2 girls otherwise, and I’ve told Conquest Teams not to buy them, so they’re safe for now. I’ll grab them as DP allows.

“That’s enough. We know we abandoned her by shutting in. We’ve no right to ask. But since you got Sayaka-dono and Sheena-dono early, we hoped,” Gozaru says.

“She’s your beloved little sister, right? Okay with me buying her?”

Yuki would curse and try to kill me, even if it’s me.

“Naturally, we hate it, but we’d rather avoid Kickboxing Club, Soccer Club, or those rich kid scum buying her,” Gozaru says.

“They’ve been harassing us every time they see us,” another adds.

“They called us eyesores, hit and kicked us, dropped half-eaten sandwiches, saying eat if we’re hungry. Screw them!” a third fumes.

“If they bought Leticia-chan… better you, with Sayaka-san, than them,” another concludes.

“Yeah, they’d do that,” I nod.

They don’t mess with me, but the Soccer Club’s notorious for bringing girls to their clubroom and getting suspended. Others are chronic bullies.

Makes sense. Better me, with Sayaka from her room, than weirdos for Leticia’s sake.

Best not mention the Lust Tattoo registration sex. It’d spark rage and reckless dungeon dives.

So, I agree to buy Leticia after Karen, if I get a Grade 1 ticket.

I tell Gozaru Glasses’ group to get strong fast to buy her themselves. They’re combat-ready now—stronger means bigger returns when collecting my debt.

“Absolutely!” they reply energetically.

I nod, ordering them through the black gate.

We head to the 2nd Floor, then return to the 1st Floor Transfer Room via the transfer circle.