Chapter 75 The Breaking Point
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Tester Life Day 30: My Room – Sanada Yakumo
I was dreaming.
It was a memory from my time in the cartel – back when I was the boss’s personal shadow, and a rival faction decided I was too much of a nuisance to keep breathing. They sent a honey trap. She was white, beautiful enough to be dangerous. In the dream, I was the fool who didn’t know better; I picked her up at a bar and took her back to a cartel-owned hotel, the night progressing with a suspicious, easy rhythm.
The trap sprung just as I was heading for the shower. I felt it – a razor-thin sliver of killing intent prickling the back of my neck. I hit the floor on instinct. A projectile hissed through the space where my head had been a microsecond before. In the same motion, I let fly a knife.
I didn’t even wait to see what she’d fired. My blade buried itself in her chest. I was on her in an instant, watching the blood spray from her lips as I bound her tight, neutralizing the threat. Then, I grabbed the bottle of lotion from the bathroom counter, lubed up my meat, tore her clothes to shreds, and took her right there on the floor.
She held on just long enough for me to peak, the final, desperate clinch of her body dragging the pleasure out of me. It was a close call. If she’d died a few seconds sooner, it would have been necrophilia.
Later, I found the needle gun. The darts were tipped with a neurotoxin that would have shut my heart down in minutes. If my time on the battlefield hadn’t wired my nerves to twitch at the slightest hint of malice, I’d be a corpse.
The memory of that cold shiver was so vivid it woke me up.
My eyes cracked open to find I was still in bed, lying on my side. Sayaka was there, her head bobbing rhythmically as she worked on my c**k. Another shiver ran down my spine – this one was real. I glanced over my shoulder and saw Sheena, her tongue tracing wet, hot lines across my back.
”So you’re the one who triggered that dream,” I muttered.
Between Sheena’s teasing tongue and Sayaka’s expert mouth work, my resistance crumbled. I let out a low growl as I came, my seed filling Sayaka’s mouth just as Sheena leaned over to pull me into a deep, messy kiss.
Once I was spent, Sheena swapped places with Sayaka, burying her face between my thighs to lap up the remains with a thoroughness that only a loyal slave could manage. While she cleaned me, I pulled Sayaka’s breasts to my face, breathing her in as I ran through the logistics of the previous day.
Yesterday had been a success. We’d pushed through the 6th floor and took down the Guardian ¹ – a Goblin Soldier. The moment the doors groaned open, I sniped the bastard from twenty-five meters out with a double-charged Fire Bullet. Rock handled the rest, a living mountain of armor that trampled the smaller grunts into the dirt. Those who survived the initial charge were left for Sayaka to finish off.
I’d left the dying Soldier for her, too. She needed the XP more than I did.
Fire Bullet was definitely my go-to. My accuracy with it was already surpassing my skill with a handgun; at twenty meters, I could land a center-mass shot every time. The loot wasn’t bad either: two black iron daggers and a Grade-4 Mana Capacity Recovery Potion. I handed the daggers to the girls – I already had my heavy knife, and they needed the reach.
We’d poked our heads into the 7th floor, just enough to let Sayaka get a feel for the goblins carrying rusted steel, before calling it a day. Back in my room, a double titfuck had taken the edge off the adrenaline, and we’d turned in early. I’d put two loads into each of them before they passed out, bringing their daily quota to nine rounds each, including the dungeon sessions.
Sayaka had tried to claim she could keep going – her new stats were giving her a hell of an endurance boost – but I just stroked her hair and told her to save it for tomorrow. Then, I headed to the living room for Wall-Butt duty ².
Lilith was first. The “Semen Toilet” branding I’d inked onto her skin was starting to fade, so I took my time overwriting the insults, making sure she knew exactly what her purpose was. After two rounds of internal disposal using clothespins and a kokeshi doll to keep her occupied, I asked her to keep an eye out for adult toys – ddos, vibes, anal beads. She looked confused, so I sketched them out for her. If any of the slaves had brought personal items into the dungeon, I wanted them listed in the Shop.
Mia was next. I made her read manga while I explored her tighter entrance. She has a natural talent for it; the way she reacts when I hit the right spot while she’s distracted is top-tier.
The night ended with Lanora, not Freya. Her god-tier internal texture ³ – that legendary, ribbed friction – almost had me tapping out early. I managed to make her peak once before she milked three loads out of me. She gave my c**k a playful flick with her tail as she left. A passing grade for her surprise inspection, I suppose. But I was still unsatisfied. I really needed those toys from Lilith to level the playing field.
Back in the present, I ushered Sayaka and Sheena into the shower. While they were occupied with the steam and the soap, I pulled up the Shop interface to handle breakfast.
”Tch. Of course,” I said quietly.
The prices had spiked. The 150 DP breakfast set was now 200. Lunch bentos were up to 240, and dinner was a steep 400. That’s 840 DP a day just to keep the three of us fed. Roughly 8,400 yen.
Oida is probably having a goddamn aneurysm right about now.
At these rates, the low-level grunts on the 2nd floor are going to be starving. The Wall-Butt will become a luxury they can only afford once every few days. The Student faction won’t have a spare point left to subsidize the shut-ins.
The 3rd floor is going to turn into a mosh pit of desperate people. And with other capture groups likely hitting the 4th floor soon, the gap between me and the rest of the pack is shrinking. I’d spent three days power-leveling Sayaka, which was necessary, but it had cost us time.
Still, Sayaka can handle herself against goblins now, and Sheena is a beast of a bodyguard. I considered pushing to the 8th floor today, but looking at Sayaka’s tired eyes, I decided to give them a rest day. With Sayaka taking over the mapping duties soon, we could afford a small detour.
I closed the Food menu and checked my stats. Still D+. Not surprising, since I’d been funneling every kill to Sayaka. I pulled up her Management Screen.
**Rank: E.**
She’d jumped from F+ to E in a single day. Over two hundred kills plus a Guardian. It took me much longer, but then again, I was farming rabbits while she was taking down high-level goblins. It made sense.
She can now fire off twenty Water Balls on a full tank – thirty if I pump her full of potions. She’s finally becoming a proper combat mage.
”Actually… it feels like a waste to stop here,” I muttered to myself.
Water Ball is fine, but if she’s going to be my magic girl, she needs a broader repertoire. It was time to teach her some new tricks.
If we’re going to tackle the eighth floor, our biggest threat is a back-attack. Getting caught in a pincer move means a window of vulnerability before anyone can rotate to provide backup.
With Sheena on point, I’m fairly confident, but there’s always that one-in-a-million disaster. Beyond her physical evasion, she needs a solid layer of magical defense just in case.
”Water Wall⁴ it is, then,” I muttered.
It’s the perfect utility-it can stall a flanking pack of goblins or soak up a volley from their archers. I wasn’t sure about the exact radius, but it had to be wide enough to shield at least one person.
I tapped the purchase button for the Water Wall magic. A blue grimoire, embossed with the image of a surging wall of water, materialized on the stone floor.
I went to close the menu, but a flash of white caught my eye. The Light Magic tab.
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**Light Attribute Magic**
* Light Grimoire:* 30,000 DP⁵
* Heal Grimoire:* 50,000 DP
* Cure Grimoire:* 50,000 DP
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”Light… Light, huh,” I said to myself.
I mentally cycled through the tropes from every anime and manga I’d ever consumed. Usually, Light meant a floating orb that trailed the caster, providing a steady, hands-free radius of illumination. Low maintenance, high utility.
”Even if it doesn’t follow us automatically, having a fixed light source during a goblin rush would be a massive help,” I thought.
Sure, it makes us an easier target for the archers, but visibility works both ways. My Fire Bullet accuracy would skyrocket. In a quick-draw contest, I’d take being able to see over hiding in the shadows any day.
My balance sat at 850,000 DP.
Between buying Sheena’s spare maid uniforms, her underwear, and the Water Wall book, my funds had dipped since the power-leveling session started. But I wasn’t about to play it cheap when it came to survival.
As for Heal and Cure? They did exactly what a Grade-5 Potion did. I didn’t see the point yet. Maybe they had a shorter cooldown, but I wasn’t about to drop 50k DP just to satisfy my curiosity. I needed spells that changed the flow of combat right now.
”Done,” I said.
I hit the buy button. A white grimoire appeared in the center of the magic circle. The cover featured a geometric sphere with lines radiating outward in every direction-a literal sun in book form.
Remaining balance: 820,000 DP.
With Sayaka finally pulling her weight as a combatant, our income was only going up. I wasn’t worried.
I headed back to the living room and handed the books to Sayaka. She didn’t hesitate or offer a humble refusal this time. Seeing me drop a fortune on two high-level spells seemed to flip a switch in her; she looked like she felt the weight of my expectations. She was actually beaming, glad that she could finally be useful to me-and that Rock would have an easier time on the front lines.
I noticed Sheena give a tiny, almost imperceptible nod when I handed over the Light spell. Confirmation. It really was as useful as I thought. I wished the hollow-eyed girl would’ve piped up sooner, but I guess expecting proactive advice from a girl without a will was asking too much.
Once breakfast was done, we geared up and stepped out.
The main plaza was a hornet’s nest of noise.
Right next to us, a party from the second floor was hounding other students, their faces pale with terror. They were clearly desperate for any scrap of intel on the second-floor Guardian.
But the real crowd was at the fountain. Screams and pathetic wailing echoed from the center of the mob.
Thinking it was a brawl, I pushed closer. It wasn’t a fight. It was a group of skeletal, hollow-cheeked students-the ones who’d refused to fight-clinging to Mr. Oida and the other teachers.
”Let go! The faculty has duties in the dungeon!” Mr. Oida shouted.
”Wait! Please! You can’t just cut the aid!” a student begged.
”We shall perish, forsooth! We shall perish-degozaru!” another cried out, still clinging to his ridiculous persona even as his ribs poked through his shirt.
”Are you really just going to let us starve to death!?” a boy screamed.
”I’m sorry,” Mr. Oida said, his voice flat with exhaustion. “The teachers can’t carry everyone anymore. It’s over.”
”We’ve sold every Potion we had to keep you fed,” Ms. Kume added, looking equally haggard. “We’ve scrapped for every cent, but we’ve hit the wall. You have to understand.”
”So… so that’s it? We just die?” a girl asked.
”If you can’t fight, yes,” a coach snapped. “Every other student here is out there bleeding to earn their keep. We can’t give you a free ride while they risk their lives.”
”You’ve had a month,” Ms. Kume added, her voice cold. “A full month of aid from your peers to find your courage. People have died while you sat here in the shade. We’re done prioritizing you.”
”No… it can’t be…” the group whimpered.
It was finally happening. Mr. Oida and his lot were cutting the dead weight.
Between the collection pool drying up and the other students looking at the “shut-ins” like parasites, today’s price hike was the final nail in the coffin. The teachers had broken. Mr. Oida, Ms. Kume, and the coaches looked like ghosts-hollowed out by a mix of fatigue and the crushing weight of their own failed idealism.
That was the problem with playing the hero. You reach out a hand out of a sense of duty, and the moment the food prices spike, you have to drop them without warning. It was a special kind of cruelty.
There were about thirty of them left-the “Shut-in Brigade.”
With the teachers ignoring them, they turned to their former classmates, begging for a scrap of mercy. But they found none. Most of the students just glared at them with pure, unadulterated venom. There was no room for pity here.
Why would there be? These kids had spent a month in the safety of the plaza while everyone else fought monsters, felt the sting of blades, and watched their friends die. They’d lived off the mana stones others had bled for.
Seeing the sheer wall of hatred from their peers, the shut-ins collapsed. They looked like their bones had turned to lead. It finally sank in: no one was coming to save them.
The teachers took that moment to make their escape. Only Coach Sayama lingered, looking like he wanted to vomit as he stared at the students they were leaving behind to die.
This is on you, Coach, I thought. You followed Oida’s lead instead of cutting them loose when they still had a chance to learn. I wanted him to look. To burn the image of those abandoned kids into his retinas. In a few days, they’d be corpses. Because the teachers had coddled them, they’d never developed the fangs to fight for their own lives. Now, they’d die without even the strength to struggle.
Sayaka looked up at me, her face twisted with a silent, agonizing plea.
I didn’t let her speak. I just shook my head.
If we reached out now, they wouldn’t suddenly become warriors. They’d just latch onto us like leeches, draining everything we had. They’d use Sayaka’s kindness as a weapon against her until she broke. Mr. Oida and the others had already conditioned them to be professional victims.
I could laugh in their faces and kick them away if they touched me, but Sayaka? She was too soft for that.
Looking at them, they were thin, but they weren’t at death’s door yet. They had a few days of fat left on their bones. They wouldn’t die today. And as for suicide? They didn’t have the guts. If they had that kind of resolve, they would’ve picked up a sword weeks ago.
I put my arm around Sayaka’s trembling shoulders and turned my back on them. We walked toward the dungeon entrance, leaving the wailing of the abandoned and the jeers of the survivors behind us.
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Summary:
Yakumo reflects on his past as a cartel bodyguard before shifting to current dungeon management. He confirms Sayaka’s massive rank up to E-rank and notices a significant inflation in Shop prices (DP). This economic shift threatens to collapse the student factions’ support systems.
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Trivia:
- Yakumo funneled 100% of the XP from the 6th-floor boss to Sayaka.
- Shop prices increased by roughly 33% across the board.
- Yakumo is specifically looking for modern adult toys to improve his ‘leverage’ over Lanora.
- Sayaka is now responsible for mapping the dungeon floors.
- The term ‘Meiki’ refers to Lanora’s unique anatomical texture
- The protagonist has over 800,000 DP, which is a massive amount compared to others.
- Sheena, while powerful, has no ego and rarely speaks or offers advice.
- The price of food in the dungeon has recently spiked, accelerating the teachers’ inability to provide aid.
- The students who refused to fight have been living off the merit of others for a full month
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Character Insight:
Yakumo’s background as a cartel hitman explains his hyper-vigilant ‘sakki’ sensing. His decision to rest the girls shows a pragmatic form of leadership rather than pure cruelty, recognizing the value of his ‘investments.’
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Behind the Scenes:
The author uses the DP price hike to create external pressure, forcing the ‘peaceful’ student life to turn into a survival struggle.
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TL Notes:
Notes:
• Yakumo – A 25-year-old human male. He has facial scars, stab wounds, and gunshot scars from his time in a war zone. He works as a school guard.
• Sana – Black ponytail, hooded/sharp eyes, kyudo practitioner, average height.
• Sayaka – The academy’s premier beauty and a member of the swimming club. Currently classified as a Rank 1 Slave. She is seventeen years old and a virgin. E-cup. She has blue, short, boyish hair. Her best friend is Sanae.
• Sheena – Beastman Soul-less Doll with rabbit ears and a large chest. Flawless face, approx 165cm height, F or G cup, narrow waist, large hips, and a fluffy tail longer than a rabbit’s.
• Rock – A male Kobold summoned from a Magic Sealing Crystal. He has grey fur, round eyes, and a face resembling a Shiba Inu. He wears a leather jacket and a pilot’s cap
• Lilith – The pink haired maso succubus.
• Mia – The comforting succubus. JC loli succubus; petite; wings and tail; small breasts (tiny tits); small pussy; initially shy, currently aggressive/lewd.
• Lanora – The brown-skinned elder sister succubus.
• Freya – A new ‘Wall-Butt’ succubus with long white hair, a high-class appearance resembling a high school student, and large breasts. She is currently trapped in a wall-style display for slave purchase.
• Oida – A PE teacher with a large build and a plain, non-intimidating face. He was formerly an Olympic developmental athlete for Judo. He uses a greatsword in the dungeon and wears tattered jerseys.
• Kume – An English teacher, suspicious of Sanada. Slicked-back hair, wears a shady expression.
• Sayama – Baseball club coach in his thirties, former professional pitcher with a history of injuries. Pragmatic and anxious about his family and career stability.
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