Chapter 77 Beggars and the Day Off
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Tester Life: Day 30, Night. 8th Floor. Sanada Yakumo
I had Rock shoulder the massive haul of loot, lashing it down with rope before returning him to his Magic Sealing Crystal¹ along with Saizou.
Katsuragi Sayaka-san picked up the crystal, wiping it down carefully with a towel before handing it back to me. Perhaps that little bit of kindness is why Rock has taken such a liking to her. I remember a time when Sayaka-san took a hit from a back-attack; Rock had looked at her with genuine worry. Once Sheena stepped in and neutralized the threat, he went back to normal, but I think he understands-he knows he’s being cared for. He knows she polishes his crystal even when he’s tucked away inside it.
”Thanks, Sayaka-san,” I said, taking the crystal from her and stepping onto the teleportation array².
In a flash, the world shifted, and we were back in the 1st-floor teleportation hub. We were greeted by a chorus of clicking tongues and the sharp, jagged voices of those driven mad by envy.
”Hurry up and get back here so we can call for a Wall-Butt!³” one of the testers screamed. We ignored the noise and pushed out of the room.
When we reached the Great Plaza-the designated safe zone-a group of students was waiting near the exit, huddled on cushions scattered across the floor. A plastic bath bucket sat in front of them. Next to it was a scrap of paper with a desperate message: ‘We’re starving. Please, spare some Magic Stones.’
They were the shut-ins.
They had staked out the high-traffic areas-the entrances, the exits, the fountain-camping out to beg from anyone who passed. I suppose it was inevitable. The teachers had abandoned them, and since they had to gather their own stones to survive now, this was their only pathetic option. Even if they couldn’t fight, they could have offered to carry gear for the capture teams, but they weren’t even capable of that much initiative. They were done for.
They stubbornly refused to set foot in the dungeon, choosing instead to cling to the dwindling mercy of their classmates. My eyes met Yuki-san’s as she stood with the baseball club members near the NTR bulletin board. They all looked miserable. It’s hard to ignore a guilt trip like that, and I could tell some of them were considering tossing a stone or two into the bucket.
I caught Yuki-san’s gaze and gave a slow, firm shake of my head. I made sure my expression was cold. She seemed to take the hint, nodding before turning away to lead her group back to their My Rooms⁴, leaving the beggars behind.
If you spoil people like that, they’ll never let go. And if you finally cut them off, they’ll die spitting curses at you, fueled by a misplaced sense of betrayal. They’ll completely forget you were the one keeping them alive in the first place. That’s just human nature.
”Move,” I growled at the group blocking the way to our room. One student tried to reach out and grab Sayaka-san’s sleeve, but I kicked him aside before he could say a word.
Once we were safely inside the room, I noticed Sayaka-san’s face was dark, her expression twisted by the weight of her own conscience. I grumbled inwardly about how those losers were nothing but a drag on our morale. I decided then and there to distract her. Sheena and I helped Sayaka-san out of her gear and led her into the bathroom for a “consolation” session.
Under the spray of the shower, I took her again and again, pushing her until her mind went blank and she could think of nothing but me.
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Tester Life: Day 31, Holiday Morning. My Room.
Sanada Yakumo
I was trapped in a room deep inside a cave, held captive by Mia-chan. I watched from a window as Aria-san tried to rescue me, only to be beaten back. Just as Lady Lanora descended in a rage to sentence Mia-chan to a ritual spanking, I woke up. It wasn’t even 6:00 AM yet.
I glanced to either side of me. Sayaka-san and Sheena were both still fast asleep.
They’d be up soon. I’ve woken up early enough times to know their morning routine by heart. Once they’re awake, they take turns doing some light cleaning in the living room. One of them always stays in the bed, though. They never leave me alone; there is always a warm body pressed against mine while I sleep.
I’m loved, I thought to myself.
Even if those feelings are just a fabrication of the Crotch Crest of Subjugation⁵. Then again, between things like the ‘suspension bridge effect,’ I’m starting to think all romance is just a series of well-timed illusions anyway. You can fall in love at first sight, or lose it all over a single word. I wouldn’t know-I’ve only ever been after their bodies.
I still don’t really understand what it means to truly love someone. All I know is that I don’t want to let these two go. Even if we make it back to the surface and the magic fades, I think I’d just try to win them over all over again.
That reminded me: what happens to Sheena if we get back? Life on the surface would be… complicated. Her ears are far too realistic to pass off as a costume.
But if the rumors are true and a real dungeon is set to appear in Japan after this test, the resulting chaos might be the perfect cover. I could claim I found her in the dungeon and took her under my protection. And if the government tries to interfere? I’ll threaten to leak everything about how they abandoned my father’s colleagues. Or better yet, if I bring back an elixir of youth or a cure for baldness, I’ll have all the leverage I need. Those politicians are practically all bald anyway.
Sheena’s body is just too good to give up.
It isn’t just that she’s a Famous Instrument⁶. Last night, her cries were filled with more raw emotion than I’d ever heard. When she was on top, she’d stare deep into my eyes, her hips moving with a frantic, desperate energy. Her eyes are starting to focus. She’s looking at me, not through me.
Is it possible that her sense of self is returning through the s*x? Can a person regain a soul they’ve already lost?
A soul…
A dark thought crossed my mind. The description for the Soul-less Doll⁷ never mentioned anything about contraception. It only said they periodically crave “essence.”
What if Sheena was ovulating? What if, by finishing inside her repeatedly, I’ve triggered something? If she conceived, and the dungeon tried to reclaim that new life, could that “soul” be flowing back into Sheena instead?
It explains why her reactions are becoming more human every day.
The theory felt solid, if a bit grim. The dungeon was essentially drip-feeding Sheena-san’s soul back into her body, using fertilized eggs ⁸-potential life not yet realized-as the currency for the exchange.
Did she understand this on some primal level? Was the “Soul-less Doll” driven by a subconscious hunger to reclaim herself, leading her to seek out a man’s seed? It was a disturbing thought, but perfectly in line with the twisted logic of a Demon-made dungeon ⁹.
If that was the case, I wasn’t complaining. To me, a cluster of cells before it even hits the uterine wall is no different than what ends up in a discarded tissue. I couldn’t view it as “my child.” Furthermore, as a Beastman, Sheena-san was biologically distinct from us humans. The chances of her actually conceiving were probably astronomical anyway.
The path forward was clear: I needed to increase my frequency with Sheena-san. While we were in the dungeon, I’d focus on finishing inside her as much as possible. I figured if I just lined them both up and made sure Sheena-san was the final recipient of the morning, Sayaka-san wouldn’t have any reason to pout.
I grinned to myself. Creampies-the literal engine of progress.
My internal monologue was interrupted by the sound of the girls waking. Sayaka-san slipped out of the room quietly, and shortly after, I felt Sheena-san’s presence shift toward me. Her hand came to rest on my head, her fingers tracing slow, soothing circles through my hair.
It was ticklish, and as I shifted, I heard a faint, airy giggle.
I thought I was hearing things until I felt the unmistakable softness of her lips against my cheek. A kiss? A purely spontaneous act? It felt like her personality was finally starting to crystallize.
Before the surprise could even register, she pulled my head into the valley of her cleavage. Since we’d slept raw after the previous night’s festivities, it was pure, warm skin. I buried my face in her ample chest, enjoying the heat, though I winced slightly at the lingering scent of my own finish from the night before. Note to self: either keep it off her chest or get better at the post-game cleanup.
Sheena-san eventually pulled me away, her hand sliding down to find my morning wood. She shucked my underwear with practiced ease, her tongue tracing the shell of my ear while her hand began a rhythmic, teasing stroke.
”Ngh…!” I groaned.
The sensation sent a jolt through me, making my hips jump. She giggled again, right against my ear-that same knowing, playful sound.
She moved with a new kind of intent, teasing my pulse points and slicking the length of me with my own heat before settling into a steady, agonizingly good pace. That’s when Sayaka-san walked back in. She didn’t hesitate, dropping her underwear and claiming the space right at my crotch. Her tongue took over where Sheena-san’s hand left off, and the morning’s main event began.
I stopped playing possum, reaching up to thumb Sheena-san’s nipples while I surrendered to Sayaka-san’s expert mouth-work. Eventually, I called an end to the oral, directing Sayaka-san to mount me. I finished inside her in a deep reverse cowgirl, only for Sheena-san to slide into place the moment Sayaka-san dismounted. I took my second round with Sheena-san in a standard cowgirl, watching her eyes as I came, looking for any more sparks of that returning ego.
Afterward, the three of us hit the shower. Since it was a day off, we talked about just lazing around with movies and games. Even in the bathroom, the mood stayed high; I had them both brace against the mirror while I took them from behind, making sure to give Sheena-san another deposit for her soul.
While the girls were drying their hair, I pulled up the dungeon menu to restock. I ordered breakfast and picked up some gear for Saizou. He was the first Goblin I’d tamed, and honestly, the little guy was a natural. He worked perfectly with Rock, using his shield to bait the enemy while Saizou circled around for a quick, assassin-style throat slit.
I was hoping he might evolve into a Goblin Assassin if I kept pushing him in that direction. He was proactive, too-gathering Magic Stones without being asked and even patching up Rock with a Potion when things got dicey. He was the perfect utility player. I wanted to see him level up as soon as possible.
Since Saizou’s kills count toward my own XP, I decided to keep letting him and Sayaka-san handle the finishes. I found a Ninja Costume in the shop-probably scavenged from some drama club’s supplies-and bought it on a whim. It was pricey, so I bought it a size too big to account for his evolution. I’d have Sheena-san tailor it later. I also grabbed him a leather belt for the spare daggers I had lying around; with ten slots for throwing knives, he was going to be a menace. It was just a shame the shop didn’t carry poison.
My balance sat at 850,000 DP ¹⁰. I closed the screen and stashed the gear in my Magic Pouch just as the girls emerged.
We settled onto the sofa for a traditional Japanese breakfast: salmon, natto, eggs, and miso soup, with a side of spinach in sesame dressing. It hit the spot, but Sayaka-san was picking at her food. I knew what she was thinking. She was worried about the shut-ins back in the Great Plaza-the ones too scared to fight, currently begging for scraps.
She’d been like this since the day I bought her, always worrying about her friends back at the slave stalls. Personally, I thought they were better off forgotten, but I knew better than to say that. Logic doesn’t work when someone feels like they’re the one doing the abandoning.
After breakfast, we put on a movie, followed by our usual lunch-time kart racing. Sheena-san actually surprised us today. She started using items aggressively-dropping banana peels in the most annoying spots imaginable. I couldn’t tell if she was just learning the game or if her old, pre-death personality was a bit of a troll.
Sayaka-san and I managed to hold onto first and second through sheer experience, leaving Sheena-san in third. But instead of her usual blank stare, she looked… determined. She immediately grabbed the controller to queue up the next round.
By the fourth race, she actually bumped me down to third. I had to switch characters to a wolf-girl avatar just to claw my way back to second in the fifth round.
”The Princess is useless…” Sheena-san muttered softly.
I caught it, but I didn’t push. Who was the Princess? A remnant of her past life?
We didn’t have much time for mysteries. We switched to a puzzle game with strip rules. The competition was fierce, and by the time we were all sitting there naked, the game naturally evolved into a three-way marathon on the sofa.
We spent the rest of the holiday on a loop: s*x, nap, more s*x, dinner, and even more s*x. It was exactly the kind of rest a dungeon master deserves.
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Summary:
Yakumo returns from the 8th floor to find former classmates reduced to begging in the plaza. He enforces a cold-hearted boycott of the beggars to prevent them from becoming parasites. Back in the room, he notices Sheena’s reactions becoming increasingly human, leading to a dark hypothesis about soul-reclamation through reproduction.
After a morning tryst involving both Sheena-san and Sayaka-san, they enjoy a domestic holiday. The protagonist manages dungeon logistics and monster training while playing video games with the girls.
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Trivia:
- Rock (the golem) shows genuine concern for Sayaka’s safety.
- The testers in the hub are specifically shouting about ‘Wall-Butt’, a derogatory or meme-like term within the dungeon community.
- Yakumo is already planning his political leverage for when he returns to the surface.
- The ‘Soul-less Doll’ description mentions a periodic need for male essence, but omits biological details like contraception
- The soul restoration theory specifically involves the ‘exchange’ of fertilized eggs.
- Sheena-san mutters about a ‘Princess’, hinting at her former life.
- The protagonist bought a Ninja Costume for Saizou to anticipate his future evolution.
- The tension between Sayaka-san’s empathy for the shut-ins and the protagonist’s cold pragmatism
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Character Insight:
Yakumo’s internal monologue reveals a shift from seeing his companions as mere ‘bodies’ to feeling a possessive need to ‘win them over again’ if the magic ever breaks. However, his methods remain manipulative and predatory.
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Behind the Scenes:
The ‘Soul-less Doll’ theory regarding soul recovery through offspring is a common dark fantasy trope where the dungeon’s resource management system accidentally bypasses its own rules.
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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.
• Saizou – A newly summoned Goblin. Intelligent with a small horn on his forehead and jagged teeth.
• 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
• 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.
• Yuki – A third-year high school student and leader of the Battle Sports Club. He is a national champion in medieval-style combat using swords and spears. He has a severe sister complex. He has hawk-like eyes and a polite but determined demeanor.
• Lanora – The brown-skinned elder sister succubus.
• Aria – The mesugaki succubus.
• Mia – The comforting succubus. JC loli succubus; petite; wings and tail; small breasts (tiny tits); small pussy; initially shy, currently aggressive/lewd.
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