Chapter 69 At That Time, the Slaves… ② – Twenty Knights – Sana
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
……Test Dungeon, Lake Field Training Facility, Second-Year Twenty Knights – Sanae…..
”Huff… huff…”
”Hey! You’ve got some real stamina, Sanae!” Karen called out.
Morning run time.
As we jogged around the lake, American exchange student Karen pulled up beside me, her massive chest bouncing up and down as she chatted.
Her proportions were insane as always. She had to be about my height, but damn, those curves were off the charts.¹
I shot back at Karen.
”You’ve got stamina yourself—hard to believe you’re in voice acting.”
”Voice acting’s all about endurance, girl. I trained hard before coming to Japan.”
”Got it.”
I did kyudo too, running to build stamina and focus. Pretty similar.²
”But seriously, how long are we stuck doing this?”
”Till someone buys us.”
I answered bluntly. Didn’t want to talk about it.
”I keep wondering when that’ll happen. Or… do I just think that? No one’s been bought except Sayaka.”
”I’m good like this.”
Better than becoming a s*x slave. No way I’d spread my legs for some guy I don’t like and get treated like property.
”But you’ll get bought, Sanae. You’re the perfect Japanese lady type.³“
”With these sharp eyes?”
What part of that screams perfect Japanese lady?
It’s always been that way. Because of kyudo and my black ponytail, everyone calls me one.²
Then it always follows: “If your eyes were softer, it’d be perfect.”
Sorry for the hooded glare!
That’s why I hate the label.
”You think? I think it’s cool.”
”Save the flattery.”
”Say? Not sure what that means, but I wanna get bought soon. Haven’t had meat in over three weeks. Food sucks, it’s all s*x drills. Leticia’s wasting away without sweets, losing her spark.”
”Leticia, huh.”
Must be rough for her.
I glanced back at the silver-haired little girl struggling at the tail end.
French exchange student, first-year animation major. Skipped grades back home, so at 13 she’s stuck running and s*x training with us.
All torture for her undeveloped body.
Short, skinny… but those b**bs are huge. Really 13?
Watching Leticia run, breasts jiggling painfully, Karen—staring worried beside me—spoke up.
”I wonder how Sayaka’s doing~”
”…No idea.”
”Who do you think bought Sayaka~”
”I said I don’t know.”
Sayaka… my one true best friend.
’I got bought! I’ll beg them to get you too, Sanae! Everyone else for sure! Just wait!’
That day, Sayaka vanished with those words. Next day, rumors flew: who shelled out for pricey her?
Probably locked up now, some teacher’s or student’s plaything…
”Ah man, I wanna get bought soon too~”
”Hmph! I’m fine staying put.”
”Ehh~? Leftovers get culled, you know? I wanna live, bust out, see Mom and Dad. Ahh, if only Yakumo bought me~”
”Yakumo?”
”That guard! The rugged hunk.”
”Oh, that stupid-strong, villain-faced guard.”
Sayaka called him cool too, now that I think. Deeply chiseled face—handsome, sure. But that mug’s too scary.
Scar and piercing eyes? I’d buy ex-mercenary overseas. Day one in the dungeon, he massacred nonstop.
Horned rabbits aside, goblin near-humans? Smashed skulls no mercy—chilling.
”Yakumo’s no villain. Super kind nice guy.”
”Hmm.”
Saw him chatting English with Karen once, smiling… Maybe decent under the scary look.
No judging books by covers. I should know best.
”Bet Yakumo bought Sayaka. He’s deepest in, solo so raking cash.”
”Could be…”
Possible, yeah. But honestly? Don’t wanna know.
Knowing might unleash rage I can’t control. Guy who s*x-slaved my best friend? I’d kill him.
Sayaka’s sweet. Probably selling herself, crying inside, to save me.
Imagining it boils my blood.
”So I want him to buy me~”
”Yeah, hope so.”
Not for me.
We chatted more, then Karen fretted over Leticia and jogged back to her exhausted self.
Morning drills done, nasty lunch down.
Then the s*x training I loathe kicked off.
”Okay! Reverse cowgirl next! Shake those hips good—make him feel amazing!”⁴
Fellatio drill over, on instructor’s cue, we all laid the dummies flat and straddled backward.
Dildo at the crotch—laid flat for cowgirl, but we slammed butts down in pistons.⁴
Karen and Leticia beside me.
All big-chested; every slam, breasts jiggle and sway wildly. Even 13-year-old Leticia.
Mine aren’t small, but not that bouncy.
Thinking that, I lifted and dropped my butt with the rest.
”Nn!”
Doll’s ddo grazed my slit—voice slipped out.
Virgins-only room, so ddo down. Non-virgins insert for real.
15 cm inside? Terrifying.
Sorry others, but glad virgin. Mixed feelings watching Leticia’s smoother hips.
That girl doesn’t have an ounce of stamina, yet she’s throwing herself into this training and the maid lectures with grim intensity.
Even at her young age, she must realize the reality of her situation. She’s desperate to make sure she isn’t discarded after being bought.
A heavy gloom settles over me as I turn my gaze to the dungeon feed, split into twelve displays upon the wall.
There, I see our teacher and my classmates locked in a desperate struggle with monsters known as Kobolds⁵.
They’re all covered in wounds, yet they keep fighting like their lives depend on it.
Is it to save us?
No. It’s so they can turn us into s*x slaves.
That’s just how men are.
Just like that man who tried to r**ape me back in middle school, they see women as nothing more than tools for their own pleasure!
How revolting! This is exactly why I loathe men!
While I’m shuddering with pure disgust-my hips still rhythmically grinding-the instructor’s voice bellows through the room again.
”Eyes front! Next is the Spider Cowgirl⁶! Use your legs! I want short, violent thrusts!” the instructor barked.
At the command, the entire line rotates 180 degrees atop their dolls in unison, bracing their knees and slamming their backsides down against the artificial groins.
”Nnh… hah… hah…” I panted.
I keep up the rhythm while staring at the wall ahead. The display has switched to a different group.
And there, I see the figure of the guard.
But for some reason, the guard is currently fighting against Kobolds.
Wait. Weren’t they fighting Goblins until just the day before yesterday?
If I recall correctly, he was supposed to be leading a pack of armored Kobolds, fighting alongside them.
It shocked me when I first saw it, but Letitia told me all about it with breathless excitement-something about ‘Taming’⁷ and turning monsters into allies.
The guard moves through three closing Kobolds, his black machete a blur as he hamstrings them with impossible speed.
He’s as terrifyingly strong as ever.
But why go for the legs? With his skill, he could have taken their heads or split their torsos easily.
As I’m tilting my head in confusion, the guard makes a gesture, as if speaking to someone behind him.
I assume he’s barking orders to his tamed Kobolds, but then the camera pans to follow his line of sight.
”Wh-!?” I gasped.
The sight on the screen forces a sharp cry from my throat.
”Hey! What was that sound?! The only thing you’re allowed to let out is a moan!” the instructor yelled.
”Y-yes! I’m so sorry!” I apologized.
Shrinking under the instructor’s wrath, I apologize while continuing to pump my hips.
When I manage to look back at the screen, there stands Sayaka, dressed in a leotard-like outfit and a witch’s hat.
Why!? Why is Sayaka there?!
No, I already know. It’s the guard. The guard bought Sayaka.
And now he’s dragged her into that dungeon by force, making her fight.
Don’t give me that crap, you bastard! Dragging a girl into a lethal dungeon and forcing her to fight?! You really are a villain! What if my best friend gets hurt-or dies?!
”Hey! Men aren’t going to be happy if you’re grinding with a terrifying face like that! You’re going to gross them out! If you can’t enjoy yourself, I’ll just force you into heat!” the instructor threatened.
”I-I’m sorry!” I cried out.
Scolded once more, I try to suppress my fury, forcing a hollow smile onto my face while I continue to move.
If I’m subjected to ‘Forced Heat,’ it’s all over. I heard about a few girls in the other groups who got it; they were all screaming like animals, lost in a mindless frenzy of climaxing.
I can’t let myself be seen in such a pathetic state-not in front of Karen, or my seniors and juniors.
Ugh, Sayaka… I bet that beast of a guard told her it was the only way to save me. That’s why she’s fighting.
The thought makes hot tears prick at my eyes.
On the screen, Sayaka is methodically driving a knife into the necks of the downed Kobolds.
To think he’d make her do something so gruesome… the Sayaka I know is so kind, she must be crying inside.
My heart breaks for her, and the tears finally spill over, tracing wet paths down my cheeks.
Once all the Kobolds are dead and Sayaka has finished gathering the Magic Stones⁸, the camera focuses on her and that beast of a guard.
Wait… did that bastard just put his hand on Sayaka’s stomach?
What is he doing?
No… surely not…!?
In an instant, Sayaka’s legs begin to tremble violently. The guard barks an order, and she braces her hands against the wall, thrusting her rear out.
The guard reaches for her crotch, sliding open what looks like a zipper. Then he opens his own fly… is that-his p**is?!
No! No, no, no!
”STOP ITTTTTTT!!!” I screamed.
I screamed at the top of my lungs the moment his member nears Sayaka’s backside.
The air was knocked out of me with a dull thud.
The next thing I know, an intense pain explodes in my gut, and I’m sent flying into the wall.
”Gah… cough… wheeze…” I struggled to breathe.
The pain is so intense I can’t breathe; I’m on the verge of retching, but I desperately choke it back.
I open my eyes to see what happened, and there stands the instructor, smiling. But the veins bulging in her temple tell a different story.
”Say, what was that ‘stop it’ about? Are you saying you want to quit your training? Do you have a death wish?” the instructor asked.
In an instant, my mind flashes back to our first day of being kidnapped-the images of our teacher and the cafeteria ladies being slaughtered right in front of us.
She’s going to kill me!
”I-I’m… cough… sorry…” I gasped out.
”You said that before, didn’t you? And the time before that,” the instructor said.
”I’m sorry! I’ll be serious this time! I promise!” I pleaded.
I throw myself into a kowtow, begging for my life.
”Fine then. Let’s make sure you’re very serious. ‘This is an order: strip off your panties, spread your legs, and m**urbate,’” the instructor commanded.
”Eh? Ah… my body… it’s moving on its own…” I stammered.
At her command, my limbs betray me. I strip off my panties and cast them aside, spreading my legs wide while my hands reach for my own crotch and nipples.
”Think of this as a treat. Ready? ‘Spend the rest of the night lost in a screaming climax,’” she said.
With those words, the instructor presses her hand against the Crotch Crest⁹ on my lower belly, flooding my system with Mana¹⁰.
”Ah-aaaaah! It feels too good! Ah! Ah! I’m c**ming! I’m going to gooooo!”
”Oh my. You really do live up to your status as a 1st Rank Slave¹¹. You scream so beautifully. And your sensitivity is off the charts. You’ve got a real talent for this. Now, enjoy your little spiral into madness. Come on everyone, move those hips!” the instructor shouted.
”Ah! Nnh! W-wait! Ah! Everyone… ah, don’t look… ah, no! I’m going again!” I sobbed.
I try to call out to the retreating instructor, but my fingers won’t stop their frantic work.
To make matters worse, I’m positioned right where everyone can see me.
God… they’re all watching me touch myself, watching me come over and over.
Karen, Letitia… everyone.
The shame is unbearable… please, don’t look at me…
But it feels so good… my fingers are a blur… my n**les are on fire… nn… ah… ugh… I’ll never forgive him… that beast of a guard… nn… never… aah! No! I’m going to lose control!
For the next several hours, long after the others had finished their training, I was left there to endure a literal living hell of forced rapture.
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Summary:
Sanae runs laps with fellow slave trainees Karen and Leticia, bantering about their grim futures while resenting her ‘perfect Japanese lady’ image. Flashbacks to best friend Sayaka’s sale fuel her rage, contrasted by budding curiosity about guard Yakumo.
Sanae also observes her classmates and her best friend Sayaka fighting in a dungeon via a video feed while she undergoes s*xual slave training. Seeing Sayaka about to be violated by the ‘beast’ guard, Sanae’s outburst leads to a violent punishment. She is forced into a state of continuous, public m**urbation and climax via a magical ‘Crotch Crest’ as a disciplinary measure.
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Trivia:
- Leticia’s exact age (13) and skipped grades
- Virgins vs non-virgins training difference
- The guard is leading tamed monsters, which was previously established.
- Sanae’s hatred of men stems from a specific attempted r**ape in middle school.
- The teacher and school staff were killed on the first day of the abduction.
- The instructor is using magical energy (Mana) to force physical reactions
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Character Insight:
Sanae reveals tsundere core: hates Yamato Nadeshiko label due to ‘harsh eyes,’ protective of Sayaka, intrigued yet wary of Yakumo; mixed envy/pity for Leticia’s skills.
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Behind the Scenes:
Illustration likely depicts running scene or training; ties to ‘Twenty Knights’ group dynamic in succubus dungeon harem setup.
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TL Notes:
Notes:
• Sanae – She struggles with the sexual training and often shows frustration. Vice-captain of the Archery Club. Described as tall with a model-like build and sharp features. She has approximately C-cup breasts and is ranked as a 1st Rank Slave. She is Sayaka’s best friend. Black ponytail, hooded/sharp eyes, kyudo practitioner, average height.
• Sana – Black ponytail, hooded/sharp eyes, kyudo practitioner, average height.
• Karen – An international student from America who often runs to school late with bread in her mouth. Considered a ‘main target’ by the protagonist. Voice acting major, huge breasts, same height as Sana.
• 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.
• Leticia – French exchange student, animation major 1st year, silver hair, small stature, slim, large breasts, 13 years old.
• 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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