I Was Transported to Another World with a Male-to-Female Ratio of 1:3000 and Made into a Breeding Pet for the Demon Lord’s Army - 103

Chapter 103: Side Story: The Formidable Newcomer of the Prison Cell: Aura the NTR!

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“Alright then…”

Dragging the stone tightly bound with spider silk, I hauled it over and placed it at the designated spot.

“Getting some exercise every now and then isn’t so bad, I suppose. Well, not being able to see Ken-chan is a little… No, very lonesome, though.”

Panting from the unusual manual labor, I wiped away my sweat roughly. This place was a gold mine under the control of the Demon Lord’s army, which also doubled as a solitary prison. As part of prison labor, I dug up gold every day, which was then processed into coins.

In ancient times, great criminals were usually executed or burned at the stake, but the current Demon Lord decided, “If they’re alive anyway, might as well make them work,” and had this facility built.

“Hey! You there! What are you slacking off for?! The last Dragonkin who came here worked way harder than you! Get to digging, now!”

Crack!—a whip lashed against a nearby demon who had collapsed. There were many such labor facilities scattered across the Demon Realm, but the jackpot was said to be the “Ken-chan Plushie Factory.”

A recently built facility, apparently they all made plushies stuffed with Ken-chan’s hair. Damn it… I would’ve preferred that place. Of all things, they had to throw me into such a boring dump like this. Getting that angry just because I had a bit of sex with Ken-chan…The Demon Lord was so sensitive.

I had been sentenced to imprisonment for “interference with copulation,” but wasn’t it really the Demon Lord’s pathetically fragile mentality that was at fault? After all, she fainted just from touching Ken-chan a little.

Sure, I might have made her jealous because I carried Ken-chan’s seed inside me, but really, she needed to stop taking it out on me.

“Prisoners! It’s lunchtime! Wrap up your work and head to the cafeteria! Watch your step and don’t fall on your asses, got it?!”

While I was grumbling about the Demon Lord, an announcement blared through the speakers, signaling lunch.

“Sigh… The food here isn’t all that good, but I’ve got to eat for the sake of this child, don’t I?♡”

I gently caressed my belly, feeling the presence of the child I carried. In early pregnancy, nutrients like folic acid—commonly found in vegetables—were especially important. They were essential for cell division and indispensable in forming the complex body of a demi-human child.

“Never thought the knowledge I gathered for the sake of studying males would end up being useful for myself. This too is all thanks to Ken-chan.”

To be honest, I didn’t yet have proof that I was pregnant. Even so, I was certain there was a new life within me! After all, we had loved each other so deeply—not being pregnant would have been stranger!

“Hehe, then maybe today I should load up on vegetables for this little one’s sake.”

“Hey, you there, newbie!”

Just as I was about to head toward the kitchen to order stir-fried vegetables, I was stopped by a group of four prisoners.

“This prison’s stir-fried vegetables are reserved for us Beastkin—Rabbit tribe only, got it, pyon?! If you understand, then get in another line, pyon!”

“Yeah, that’s right, pyon!”

“That’s right, pyon!”

“That’s right, pyon!”

The long-eared demons barked at me in unison, annoyingly loud for their size. They were at least two sizes smaller than me, yet acting awfully bold.

“My apologies. I only arrived here recently, so I haven’t yet learned the rules of this place. Please forgive me.”

“Hmph! As long as you understand, that’s fine, pyon! A newbie should obediently listen to his seniors, pyo—”

“But, I have a very important reason for wanting to eat stir-fried vegetables. So I’m afraid I’ll have to decline. You there, could you make me a large portion of stir-fried vegetables?”

“Got it.”

“W-wait, pyon! I’m the leader of this prison block, pyon! Ignoring me won’t be forgiven, pyon!!”

“Even if you say that, your attitude shows no trace of authority… If you were actually strong, I might understand, but fighting is forbidden here, so you can’t even prove it. Ah, Chef-kun, please add lots of green vegetables if you can.”

“Sure thing.”

“That’s it, pyon! I’m pissed now! I challenge you to a Conviction Battle, pyon!”

“……A Conviction Battle? What’s that supposed to be?”

“A Conviction Battle is simple, pyon! Each side reveals the reason they were imprisoned, and whoever’s crime is judged to be more heinous wins, pyon! It’s a long-standing tradition in this prison, pyon, where species differences don’t matter!”

“I see…”

It all sounded suspicious to me. After all, fighting over something already decided like this, and calling it a “long-standing tradition,” didn’t make sense.

“What’s wrong, pyon? If you back down quietly, I’ll let you off this time, pyon!”

The premise here was clear—this prison was filled with ruthless criminals. Most likely, this Conviction Battle allowed lies and bluffs. And even if they weren’t officially permitted, there was no reason to play it straight.

In other words, the core of the match was whether you could catch your opponent’s lies or verbally crush them—it was psychological warfare.

“So, what’ll it be, pyon?! Are you in, or are you out?!”

“Well, everything in life is an experience. This might be the last time I’m in solitary anyway, so… I’ll accept your invitation.”

“Fufu… That’s the spirit, pyon! First, one of my underlings will show you how it’s done, pyon!”

At that, a scrawny, nervous-looking demon stepped forward.

“Um… I ended up here because my favorite copulation book, “Master-Servant Breeding Play! Don’t You Like Strong-Willed Males?”, got me mocked by my whole village for my unusual fetish. I lost my temper and beat the ones who insulted me to a pulp… And out of spite, I poisoned the village well. About fifty people got sick and were hospitalized. I was sentenced to one month of detention.”

“One month, huh… Well, if it was only poisoning a well, that sounds about right for a light sentence.”

“That’s just an underling’s level, pyon. Now it’s your turn! Tell us your crime, pyon!”

Now, what should I do? If I wanted to bluff, I could say something like “assaulting a male and getting ten years,” or, based on that article I once read in the Demon Newspaper, “using hypnosis on Ken-chan and getting thirty years.” Both would be safe options.

I could just play along for now… Or maybe not.

“Alright then… let me tell you my conviction.”

Smirk…

(Fufufu… All the judges here have already been bought off by me, pyon. Unless she claims something on the level of a national crime, my victory is guaranteed, pyon! If I win this battle and bring such a huge demon under my control, it won’t be long before I rule this prison, pyon!)

“My crime was simple. I stole Ken-chan’s chastity in place of the one who was supposed to mate with him—that’s all there is to it.”

“……Eh?”

My words made the entire cafeteria erupt in shock, voices rising in disbelief.

“N-no way, pyon! But Ken-chan hasn’t even been allowed to mate yet… No, wait, I did see in the Demon Newspaper that mating was permitted recently, and there was even a parade… Th-then, just who did you steal him from, pyon?”

“From the Demon Lord.”

From that day onward, the ruler of the prison changed.

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【Regarding the Laws of Another World】

This world followed a culture of “the strong devour the weak” and a widespread belief that “it’s fine, because healing magic can fix it!” Over time, this created a bizarre legal system compared to human common sense.

Examples:

Assault, intentional poisoning

(1 month to 6 months imprisonment)

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Murder, robbery, arson against non-Dragons, poisoning that cannot be purified even with cleansing magic

(6 months to 3 years imprisonment)

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Making a male uncomfortable in any way outside of copulation

(5 years imprisonment to death penalty)

That is why it is extremely dangerous to falsely accuse someone of molestation in an attempt to extort money or goods. That said, there was also this common belief, “But if we make you fall into pleasure, then it’s fine, right?♡” In fact, the one making the false accusation often ends up imprisoned instead, never able to return to society for the rest of their lives.

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