Chapter 100 - Humiliation Training

The Kingdom of Niosebuk

The name rang a bell.

The country I lived in was called the Kingdom of Reniosegra, and Niosebuk had been trying to invade us for a while. They’d been running shadow ops—planting spies, seducing heirs to trigger political infighting, and fanning the flames between the nobles and commoners to weaken the nation from the inside.

It was such a pain that, a while back, I took a quick trip across the border and assassinated their King.

I’d heard that once the warmongering nation lost its head, it fell into total chaos and wouldn't be a problem for a while... but apparently, I’d stopped paying attention. The receptionist filled me in on what I’d missed.

"Since the sudden death of King Imashinunda I, the Kingdom of Niosebuk has become a literal crucible of chaos."

Yeah, I knew that much. My Queen had told me directly. Their country is a hardcore meritocracy; succession isn't about birthright or being the eldest son. The throne goes to whichever of the King's children is the strongest.

How do they decide who’s strongest? They fight.

So, with the King dead, the remaining princes and princesses have been locked in a blood-soaked war of succession. It’s a ruthless free-for-all. No room for subtle schemes or diplomatic maneuvering—just a brutal, bone-on-bone civil war.

The late King was a tyrant who had apparently sired dozens of children by ravaging countless women, but that number was dropping at an alarming rate every day. The nation’s population was plummeting right along with them.

It’s hard to call them anything but idiots for destroying their own national strength every time a ruler dies, but it works in our favor, so I kept my mouth shut. By all means, keep self-destructing.

I’d left the details to the Queen and had been enjoying my school life, but...

"The struggle for succession has reached a new stage," the receptionist explained. "A few princes and princesses have emerged from the carnage for a final showdown."

She kept talking, giving me the update I’d missed.

"The frontrunner, the Third Prince Gangastra, is obsessed with gathering military power to wipe out his remaining siblings. He’s not just looking within his borders; he’s aggressively seizing resources and personnel from the surrounding areas...!"

"...The surrounding areas?" No way.

"Yes. This city, Kitoteru, is right on the border of Niosebuk. On top of that, we have a dungeon. We received intel that the Third Prince is sending a detachment here to seize the dungeon’s vast resources."

Dungeons are treasure troves. It makes sense that a foreign power would start a war to get one...

In response, the city leadership decided to abandon the town. Even in the middle of a civil war, Niosebuk’s 'Tiger-Wolf' troops are elites. This city’s defenses couldn't hold them off, and reinforcements from the capital would never arrive in time.

Choosing to evacuate to save lives was a bitter, but correct, decision. So that’s why this is a ghost town.

"...Then why are you still here, Miss Receptionist? Didn't the evacuation orders apply to you too?"

"I cannot abandon my duties as a Guild Receptionist."

Her voice had a stubborn, rigid edge to it.

"Our job is to ensure the safety of the adventurers who rely on us. I knew there might be adventurers like you who wander in by mistake, so I stayed behind to warn them of the danger."

"But still...!"

"That’s not all. This city houses a sub-dimensional dungeon consisting of twenty-seven floors. Managing it is the Guild’s responsibility. Even if Niosebuk takes this land by force, I have to ensure the proper handover of records so this region's assets aren't lost...!"

As she spoke with such professional resolve, I finally noticed how pale she was. She had stayed behind out of pride, but she was absolutely terrified.

And for good reason. The soldiers coming for this city weren't human in heart—they were the vanguard of Niosebuk, famous for a cruelty that made wolves and tigers look tame. If they were soldiers from any other nation, there might be room for negotiation. But these people were beasts who only knew how to take. They might just slaughter everyone the moment they arrive.

"It’s not just that. A beautiful woman like you... they might put you through something worse than death...!"

"I know. I've heard the rumors of how Niosebuk soldiers treat captive women. They use them for their own 'entertainment' on the spot, then haul them away as spoils of war to be kept in special facilities. There, they are ravaged daily, forced to bear children to become the next generation of soldiers. Until their wombs literally break...!"

It was far worse than I’d imagined.

If she knew all that, she should be running as fast as possible. Fortunately, I was here. I could scoop her up and outrun any army...!

"No! I have to see my duty through to the end!!"

Man, she’s stubborn. It’s like her sense of duty and her fear have collided, putting her in a state of quiet panic. She’s paralyzed by her own terror and her obsession with her job.

...I might need a "special" tactic to snap her out of this.

"Okay, let's do this."

"Pardon?"

"I don't think you truly understand the horror of being taken by force. It’s going to be incredibly painful and traumatic, you know?"

"I... I intend to endure it as a member of the Guild!!"

"Then prove it."

I’m going to violate you right here. It’s a "simulated" rape, but a rape nonetheless. If you can’t even handle me and end up screaming for it to stop, then you’ll never survive what those Niosebuk beasts will do to you. If you break, you have to leave the city immediately.

"What do you say?"

"I accept! As a Guild staff member, I will prove I can endure any torment! A little 'acting' won't break me!!"

Well then, let’s see what you’re made of.

(And yes, I’m fully aware of how ridiculous this logic is, but let's not let that stop us.)

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And so, it began: The "Rape Challenge" with the Guild Receptionist. The rules were simple: I would play the role of the attacker, and if she could endure to the very end, she won.

I immediately led her to a room with a bed and stripped her bare. I took my own clothes off, too. The city was empty, so finding a bedroom was easy. And besides, being naked is the "formal attire" for sex.

"Um... isn't this a bit strange?"

"What is?"

"Well, you're supposed to be taking me by force, right? But... technically, we're in a bed, and we're both naked. This feels more like a normal—ngh?!"

Her body jumped. She’d probably felt the wet, sliding sensation of a "slug" crawling between her legs.

The red slug—my tongue—traced the groove between the receptionist's thighs and flicked over the bright red ruby at the top, sending a jolt through her.

"Ngh?! Hyaaah!!"

That seemed to be quite the shock for her. As I feared, her body was stiff with tension, and her "gates" were clamped shut. If I tried to force my way in now, it would be nothing but resistance and pain.

So, as "preparations" for the rape, I gave her a thorough session of oral, working to loosen those stubborn walls.

"Ahhh?! Hah... ngh! Hyaaaaah!! ❤️❤️"

Her cries were starting to melt. Sensing the time was right, I brought my raging cock—fully stimulated by her beautiful body—to her entrance.

"Alright. The 'rape' begins now."

The entry was smooth. All that licking had paid off. I didn't know how much experience she had, but the tightness of her unused walls told me she was either a virgin or very close to it. To think she was willing to throw this innocent body to the beasts of Niosebuk... how reckless can you get?!

"Hyaah! ❤️❤️ Ahhh! Ah, ah, ah, ah!! ❤️❤️ Ohh! Hah! ❤️❤️"

She writhed her hips, moaning with a seductive air. She didn't look like a prim receptionist anymore; she looked like a high-class courtesan.

"Ahhhhh!! ❤️❤️ No... no! It feels too good! Being raped feels so good!! ❤️❤️"

I pinned her down in the missionary position, keeping our bodies connected. I figured pressing my weight onto her made it feel more "non-consensual." While I was at it, I pressed my lips to hers.

When we kissed, our tongues naturally found each other, entangling just like lovers.

We held each other tight, our bodies and tongues entwining. Was this "rapey" enough? Her insides were slick and melting, feeling incredible.

"Hyaaaaaah!! ❤️❤️ Ngh! Oh... ohhh!! ❤️❤️"

"You okay, Miss Receptionist? You're being raped right now, you know?"

I figured I should check in. As if suddenly remembering the "rules," she cried out:

"Yes!! ❤️❤️ I'm being raped! I'm being violated! Being held tight and surrounded... this is the best rape ever!! ❤️❤️"

I'm pretty sure that's not a thing.

Suddenly, her body spasmed. She’d hit her peak.

"Um... please call my name... ❤️❤️"

"Hmm?"

"My name is Lapee... ❤️❤️ Won't you call my name while you rape me? I think it would make it even more intense... ❤️❤️"

Understood. I leaned in and whispered into her ear.

"...Lapee. You're so cute."

"Fuuu-hyaaaaaaaaah!! ❤️❤️"

What a reaction. Her walls tightened around me like a wringing wet towel. Her eyes were moist as she looked at me with the gaze of a woman in love.

But remember: this is a "rape." I was pounding away, trampling her "modesty" and "dignity." Even if it was an act, I was "dominating" her, treating her like a tool for my own pleasure. A truly sinful act.

"Since I'm your attacker, I'm going to force you to say things you don't want to! Use the lewd words for your body!"

"My pussy!! ❤️❤️ My pussy feels so good! My pussy loves being pounded like this!! ❤️❤️ I can feel your kind cock making my pussy so happy!! ❤️❤️"

...Wait. Kind cock?

I noticed that hitting the upper wall of her canal got a huge reaction, so I kept at it, careful not to be too rough.

"I can feel the love in every thrust!! ❤️❤️ You're trying so hard to make me feel good!! ❤️❤️"

Alright, time to wrap this up.

My seed flooded her, overflowing from her entrance and staining the bedsheets. I hope the owner of this room isn't mad when they get back.

Anyway, the "rape" was complete. Her dignity was surely shattered, never to return.

"Ah... hah... ❤️❤️"

As I pulled out, Lapee wiggled around and presented her rear to me.

"More... ❤️❤️ Please rape me more! Shove that rapist-cock back into my pussy and love-violate me all over again!! ❤️❤️"

...Well, I guess it’s just an act, right?

Oh. Wait. Did I remember to turn the [Impregnation Switch] OFF?

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