Chapter 156 The Second Intervention
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The 60th night of the Tester Life. Inside the Magic Tent bedroom.
”Ah, ngh… Lord… my Lord…”
After finishing a third round from behind, I flipped Sheena onto her back and drove back inside. My “Masterpiece” of a girl was built for this; the missionary position hit her sweet spot perfectly, and her reaction was even more explosive than it had been from the back.
”Damn, Sheena… you feel incredible,” I muttered.
She was a “Famous Instrument”¹ in the literal sense-her internal walls were lined with natural, rib-like ridges that gripped me with every thrust. I leaned down, tangling my tongue with hers. We didn’t even kiss; we just tasted each other, our breath hitching in sync with the violent rhythm of my hips.
”Ah! Yes… right there!” Sheena cried out. “Rub against it… please… it feels so good!”
I broke the kiss, grabbed her thighs, and hiked them over her shoulders in a deep “cunt-flip”². I stood over her, gripping her ankles, and began to hammer into her like a pile driver.
”Deep… it’s so deep!” she gasped, her cool, composed face finally shattering into a mask of pure heat. “The tip… it’s hitting the neck of my womb! Lord, I can feel it hitting… ah!”
I watched her face contort with pleasure as I kept up the brutal pace. She reached up, seeking my tongue again, but I simply let my saliva drip down into her open mouth. She swallowed it greedily, her throat working as she took every drop. The sheer sense of conquest surged through me, and I hammered down even harder.
”I love you, my Lord… please… more,” she whimpered. “Give me your warmth… give it all to me…”
”I love you too, Sheena. Take this.”
I was already at my limit. In this “Quick-Draw” mode, my stamina was a hair-trigger.
”Give it to me! Make me yours again!”
She stared into my eyes, her arms spread wide in total surrender. I pulled back one last time and drove home with everything I had, emptying myself deep inside her.
The heat flooded her. Sheena went rigid, her cervix taking the full force of the blast. She hit an immediate, forced climax, her internal ridges convulsing and clamping down on me like a vice. I kept pushing, pulse after pulse, making sure every drop reached her. When I finally pulled out, the air rushed back into her with a wet, popping sound.
Her p**sy stayed clamped tight, refusing to let a single drop escape. I stared at her for a moment, satisfied, and let go of her ankles. Sheena collapsed into the bedding, her limbs twitching in the aftershocks of the orgasm before she finally drifted into unconsciousness.
Beside her lay Sayaka, already out cold, her legs splayed like a frog’s as she leaked the remnants of our earlier session. Seeing her like that-the “class representative” type reduced to a mess-made my pulse jump again.
But I knew when to stop. Pushing them further would break them. I really wanted to take my time, to savor it without the “Quick-Draw” setting, but my libido was a monster. Even after a full day, I needed sixteen or seventeen rounds a night just to feel human. Without the speed-up, I’d be at it until dawn, and these two couldn’t handle the volume alone.
”Sorry for the rough ride,” I whispered, stroking their hair. I kissed their foreheads, wiped them down with a warm towel, and pulled the covers over them.
I walked into the living room, still buck-naked, and cracked a cold beer from the magic fridge. I sat at the desk by the fireplace and tapped the portable Magic Crystal.
Seven more to go.
I opened the Shop menu, navigated to “Slave Purchase,” and moved to tap “Wall-Butt Succubus”³. But my finger froze. There was a new line of red text at the top of the interface.
**[NOTICE: Wall-Butt Succubus services are now restricted to Testers who have reached the 6th Floor or higher.]**
I stared at the screen, my eyes widening. “Are you kidding me?”
This was a disaster. The Succubus Queen was tightening the screws. This made the food price hikes look like a joke. Right now, every tester who wasn’t in the top-tier capture groups was probably losing their minds.
It was a brilliant, cruel move. Most of these guys had leveled up, their stats-and their s*x drives-surging along with their ranks. They were trapped in a dungeon with no entertainment and no women, and now their only release valve had been cut off.
If they had their phones, they might have lasted a week. But most of the low-level losers couldn’t afford the “My Room” smartphone upgrade. They were going to be climbing the walls. And once you’ve tasted a Succubus-once you’ve felt a girl with “Famous Instrument” traits-your own hand just doesn’t cut it anymore.
”This is going to get ugly,” I muttered.
The gap between the “haves” and “have-nots” just became a canyon. Most testers still didn’t own a “Soul-less Doll”⁴. If I had to guess, eighty percent of the population was still flying solo. The ones who had been stingy, the ones who didn’t perform well during the Wall-Butt sessions-they were the ones with nothing.
There were rumors of magic-stone vibrators being sold, but they were bulky, primitive prototypes. They wouldn’t stop the coming storm.
The testers had two choices: push desperately for the 5th Floor or start “sharing” the Dolls.
The Kendo and Archery clubs were already stalled on the 4th Floor. If they got desperate enough, they’d stop bickering and start throwing bodies at the Monster Houses just to find the exit. But the guys still stuck on the 3rd Floor? They wouldn’t make it in time.
They’d turn on each other. They’d demand the Doll owners “contribute” to the guild.
The Dolls didn’t have egos, and they could be healed with potions, but they still had memories. If a girl like Sheena woke up later and remembered being a communal toy for a hundred desperate men, she’d snap.
And the owners? They cared about their Dolls. They’d heard the rumors that enough “deposits” would eventually wake the Dolls up, giving them a real companion. They weren’t going to hand over their future girlfriends to a mob of s*x-starved thugs without a fight.
It was going to be a bloodbath. NTR⁵-the real, ugly kind-was about to become the primary cause of death in this dungeon. I remembered how it felt to lose a girl when I was thirteen. It breaks something in you. Seeing your “beauty” get used by a crowd? That’s how you create monsters.
I looked at the door to the bedroom. I wasn’t safe either. I was walking around with two of the most beautiful “prizes” in the dungeon. The 1st Floor plaza wasn’t a safe zone anymore-not when men were this hungry.
”Damn you, Queen. You’re not just poking us; you’re trying to burn the whole thing down.”
I wasn’t going to share my secrets, though. The 4th Floor Guardian room info was mine. Let them rot. If the Queen was going to keep raising the bar, I had to keep my edge.
The only ones I might help were Gozaru and his group. They were idiots, but they were loyal, and they didn’t have a Doll between them. They were going to be the first ones to snap.
”Whatever,” I sighed, finishing my beer. “I’ve got seven more rounds to worry about. Let’s see if this transit pass is worth the trouble.”
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Summary:
Yakumo finishes a high-intensity s*xual session with Sheena and Sayaka, utilizing a ‘Quick-Draw’ mode to satisfy his heightened libido. Upon checking the dungeon shop, he discovers a devastating new restriction: the ‘Wall-Butt’ succubus service is now limited to those who have reached the 6th floor. He realizes this will lead to total social collapse and violence among the s*x-starved testers.
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Trivia:
- Yakumo needs 16-17 e**culations per night to satisfy his rank-up libido.
- Soul-less Dolls retain memories even without an ego, posing a mental health risk if they are shared/raped.
- The Wall-Butt service provides points; 5 points or higher requires satisfying the succubus.
- Monster Houses on the 4th floor have been ‘duds’ for most, providing only low-quality clubs.
- Yakumo is keeping the 4th-floor Guardian room location secret from everyone except potentially his loyal lackeys
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Character Insight:
Yakumo shows a mix of pragmatism and burgeoning attachment. He protects his ‘prizes’ (the girls) not just for utility, but because he understands the psychological trauma of ‘NTR’ and wants to avoid creating ‘monsters.’ He is increasingly cynical about the Queen’s motives.
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Behind the Scenes:
The ‘Meiki’ term refers to a ‘Famous Instrument,’ a common trope in adult Japanese media describing a woman with exceptional v**inal anatomy.
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TL Notes:
Notes:
• 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. Now, her ego is back.
• 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.
• Succubus Queen – The sovereign of the Succubus race and servant to the Demon God Zazard. She possesses a voice described as蛊惑的 (alluring/bewitching) and maintains a stance of absolute superiority over humanity.
• 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.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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