Hunting Tournament

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As night fell, the tavern owner had his waiter light the oil lamps. The tavern was dimly lit but already packed with customers. Unlike the usual sparse crowd of villagers drinking and boasting after meals, some of the guests today were noticeably different.

This was a small town called Catheran, located on the border between the kingdoms of Barton and Karans, a lawless region. The town wasn't wealthy, so few people usually came here. But today, the town was bustling with people. Humans, elves, night demons, orcs—species that rarely gathered together—were all present. Most were clad in armor, and among them were many high-ranking officials, nobles, and generals. This extraordinary gathering told everyone that a grand event was about to take place.

Because of Catheran's special location, far from the control of the two kingdoms' capitals, it had become a lawless place. However, it possessed a large ancient gladiatorial arena ruin. Initially, it was just a place where bandits and robbers would engage in fights that didn't even qualify as duels. Later, they gradually began to wager their goods, money, and even women.

As time went by, this event gradually grew in scale. To ensure the preciousness of the goods, the competition was held only once every one to two years, and now every four years, to give participants time to gather enough high-quality supplies.

With the increasing quality of the goods, more and more powerful forces began to participate. Although this illegal competition was undoubtedly a major stain on the law, the audience included many nobles from the royal city, so other countries could only turn a blind eye. They came mainly to watch the participants brutally fight for rare treasures or beautiful women.

The competition had few rules, divided into group battles and individual battles. Once the competition began, until one side surrendered or died, the victor would obtain all the treasures and property pledged by the loser. If the loser pledged a woman, the victor could enjoy that woman until the end of the competition, which was a full month. Of course, if the opponent died, the woman would belong to the victor, but even for the surviving loser, their woman would be basically ruined after a month.

Many victors even have sex with their "loot" on the spot after winning, which is a major highlight of the competition. Of course, the quality of your goods determines the stage you can participate in; the better the "deposit," the more generous the corresponding "reward."

Starting tonight, this simple bar has become the registration point for the competition, and people have gathered here early, many hoping to witness just how lavish the "performance" of this year's competition will be.

Chapter 1 First Encounter

"Ah..."

I yawned and sat up in bed, realizing it was almost dark outside. I was a little hungry, so I got out of bed and prepared to go to the tavern for a hearty meal. Although the tavern was simple, the landlady was an excellent cook. Thinking this, I left the room.

A strange discovery: there were an unusually large number of people today. Yesterday, the inn was nearly empty, but today it seemed fully booked. After finally squeezing out, I noticed a few people still queuing outside, peering in, seemingly disbelieving the "rooms full" sign. This town already had a small population, so this sudden influx was odd. Even stranger, many of them were carrying weapons. Had some rare monster appeared nearby? The thought excited me; perfect for gathering materials to upgrade my dual swords. But first, I needed to fill my stomach.

§ As I approached the tavern, I saw several shadowy figures lurking in the distance. Curiosity compelled me to investigate. I quietly approached. Several young men were standing with their backs to me, seemingly robbing me. Even at this distance, they hadn't noticed me behind them; their weapons were clearly just for show… I stopped to see what was going on.

"What do you want?"

The speaker was a young woman with long ears, clearly not human, but the moon was obscured by clouds, so I couldn't tell if she was a night demon or an elf.

"Hmph... The competition is about to begin... I thought we'd only bet a little and watch the fun, but we've stumbled upon a stray piece of trash..."

The speaker seemed to be the leader of the group. As he spoke, he moved closer to the woman. The woman drew a dagger from her waist and swung it wildly. The leader was startled and staggered back a step. I was about to help, but seeing the woman draw her weapon, I didn't move. My master always taught me not to interfere in other people's fights. The surrounding men laughed and jeered.

"Boss's been stunned!"

"Boss, if you're not going, I'll go!"

The leader cursed as he drew his knife. With a "bang," a flash of light appeared, and the woman's dagger was knocked to the ground. The leader rushed behind her and grabbed her. Before she could even react, she was disarmed. I think I underestimated these guys' abilities. It seems this leader has some skills.

"Let me go!"

The woman's shout interrupted my thoughts. When I came to my senses, I found that the leader had placed one hand on the woman's breast and was kneading it. His other hand had somehow switched to a dagger and was pressed against the woman's face. He was licking the woman's face with his tongue as he spoke.

"Take it as a deposit tomorrow. Let the guys have some fun tonight. Everyone's busy registering at the tavern right now. You?" The henchmen around him watched enviously as their boss's hand roamed from her breasts down to her legs. I was a little stunned by what I saw. I'd been cultivating in the mountains with my master all this time, and aside from the occasional auntie who went to the mountains to do business, I rarely came into contact with women, let alone young girls. Although I'd been down the mountain for almost half a year, I still wasn't used to dealing with women.

The boss's hand kept kneading between the woman's legs. Her short skirt was pushed up by her forearm, revealing a large part of her underwear. His other hand wasn't idle either. Seeing that the woman didn't seem to have much ability to resist, he put away the dagger and placed it on her breasts, rubbing them back and forth. The woman's voice trembled.

"Let...let me go...you...you bastard..."

"Um, this lady wants you to let her go."

My sudden voice seemed to startle them. Several people were so frightened that they quickly turned around and drew their weapons. The leader was also startled, but seeing that he had the upper hand, he stuffed his hand directly into the woman's collar and continued to grope her. Her clothes were so tight that you could see his hand vigorously playing with her breasts, as if he wanted to knead them into a ball. He stared at me and said.

"Hey bro, want a piece of the pie? Let us guys have some fun [full text] and you get a turn too."

I found it amusing and snorted coldly, then crouched down and rushed over. In the blink of an eye, I was right under the nose of one of the thugs. The thug was still staring blankly at where I had been, then suddenly shuddered when he realized I was gone, and started looking for his target. His eyes started to dart down at me, but my fist had already made intimate contact with his chin. His eyes, which had just dartd down, immediately rolled back up along with his body. Having just come down the mountain, I didn't want to be dragged back up, so I decided to teach them a lesson with my fists. Things happened so fast that before the thugs next to me could even see what was going on, one of my brothers had already defied gravity and flown into the air, his splattered teeth making them look like they were watching fireworks.

"Ugh!"

I punched another guy in the stomach, using only a fraction of my strength, and tears were already streaming down his face. The leader then realized he had encountered someone he wasn't going to mess with and quickly shouted.

"Stop, sir! We were blind to your worth! You go first, you go first!"

I stopped what I was doing, dusted myself off, and said.

"What do you mean, 'I go first'? This lady is mine."

After leaving the mountains, I learned that slaves existed, and this woman must be one of the unfortunate ones. I heard him say she was an unclaimed commodity, so I decided to give him a piece of my mind.

Ironically, I kept calling her "this lady," clearly being distant, but the leader knew he couldn't beat me, so he forced a smile and said, "Sorry, sorry, we didn't know this was your merchandise. We apologize for disturbing you any longer."

My master told me to avoid trouble and not to come home if I messed up; he wanted a peaceful retirement… so I casually agreed.

“Oh.”

The leader was taken aback, not expecting me to agree so readily, and then urged his men to run, saying “Okay, okay.” The woman stood there stunned for a while before suddenly shouting at me,

“How did they get away! Arrest them and take them to the police station!”

She didn’t even say thank you, so rude. I ignored her and turned to walk towards the tavern. I hadn’t eaten yet, and I was already using up my energy. Seeing that I didn’t intend to eat and was heading straight for the tavern, she followed closely. After a few steps, she spoke again.

“Are you also here for the hunting competition?”

“Hunting competition? Are there really rare bosses appearing around here?”

Hearing my question, she paused, then said.

"You don't know? Then what are you doing in Kaseran?"

"I was passing through and saw that it was quiet and peaceful, so I stayed here for a while. I just came down from the mountains not long ago, so I don't know much. What's this hunting competition you mentioned?"

On the way, she gave me a brief introduction to the hunting competition, which left me bewildered.

"I didn't expect the outside world to be even wilder than the mountains..."

She seemed amused by my words.

"You keep saying you're from the mountains, which mountain are you from?"

"My master seemed to have mentioned it was called Kashiroshiro Mountain, but I don't remember."

The woman paused for a moment and shook her head slightly. Our rhythm was that I would say [the whole thing] and she would pause for a moment, she would say [the whole thing] and I would pause for a moment...

She probably thought I didn't want to talk about it, so she didn't continue asking. When we were almost at the tavern, she suddenly grabbed me and said something.

"Can I ask you for a favor?"

"What?"

"Take me to the hunting competition!"

"Huh?"

Chapter Two ∑ Tavern

"Huh? Are you kidding me? I don't care, but if I lose, I can't save you."

She seemed to have already prepared for this.

"I understand, I'm here because of something important..."

She paused, as if she had something difficult to say.

"Please!"

"Ah, ah, let me think, I'm so hungry, I can't think straight!"

Seeing a glimmer of hope, she followed me toward the tavern, afraid I'd run away... The

∑ Tavern was packed with people outside, it seemed like even getting food was a problem, but hunger was too much to bear, so I forced my way in. The orc I pushed aside glared at me impatiently.

"If there's a good show to watch, there's no need to go to such lengths!"

Good show my foot! I'm starving. As I walked further in, I heard cheers from inside, and a wide-open space opened up before me, a stark contrast to the crowded surroundings. In the center was a simple, ordinary dining table, but the food was all scattered on the floor. In front of the table, a mature woman lay naked, slumped weakly, writhing. Behind her, a burly orc was repeatedly thrusting into her vagina, humming arrogantly.

"Human women are so tight, hahaha, isn't it great!"

He said, his buttocks moving rapidly as he spoke. The woman's large breasts pressed limply against the table, the flesh squeezed out with each thrust moving, making the surrounding people drool. Upon closer inspection, I realized this woman was none other than the tavern owner. It seemed my dinner tonight was completely ruined.

Some people even took off their pants and started masturbating on the spot, uttering lewd words.

"I've wanted to fuck her for ages! If it weren't for the fact that the boss used to be a warrior and I can't beat him, I would have pinned you down on the bed and fucked your cunt raw! I would have held those big breasts in my hands and kneaded them, making you kneel and beg me to fuck you!"

"Yeah! All that pretense of being dignified and virtuous, look at her under that orc's cock, she's overflowing with lust! I knew she was a slut all along!"

"Fuck her!"

The cheers from the surroundings undoubtedly amplified the orc's lewdness. He flipped the landlady over and laid her on the table. Only then did I see that the landlady's hair was disheveled, her face was flushed, and drool was everywhere. She was clearly a different person from the dignified and kind landlady I usually saw. The orc then thrust his thick penis back into the landlady's honey hole and began to pump vigorously.
"No...don't...stop...ah...I'm going to break...don't...do it to me anymore...I'm going to die..."

The orc showed no sign of stopping. One hand gripped the landlady's slender waist, violently rocking her back and forth to penetrate deeper, while the other hand mercilessly kneaded and pressed her enormous breasts, squeezing them into various shapes.

The orc seemed quite satisfied with his spoils for the night, lowering his head to suckle one of the landlady's breasts, making continuous smacking sounds. His tongue, almost twice the length of a human's, seemed to lick around the E-cup breasts with every stroke, making the landlady's nipples appear unusually firm under his licking.

Suddenly, the landlady's waist arched high, and she couldn't even make a sound, her mouth wide open as her whole body trembled. The orc realized the landlady had climaxed and lewdly grinned.

"Haha, you're here so fast, woman. You said no at first, but tonight you'll never remember what your husband looks like again."

Speaking of the boss, I noticed he was unconscious in front of the counter, his face bruised and swollen. It was clearly the orc's doing. Just then, the woman from before squeezed through the crowd, about to complain to me about why I didn't help her, when she was suddenly stunned by the scene before her. The proprietress was still trembling in waves of orgasm, while the orc [the whole text] didn't care at all. His huge penis was thrusting in and out of the proprietress's honey pot, splashing her juices everywhere, some even landing on the faces of the surrounding villagers. Some villagers immediately licked it up, excitedly shouting,

"Good! Fuck this bastard to death!"

The rapid slapping sounds made the entire tavern incredibly lewd. The proprietress lay there like a powerless lamb, letting the orc's thick penis ravage her, each thrust reaching her core. The proprietress slowly regained some strength, and began to moan lewdly again.

"Ah...ah...ah...you're killing me..."

The woman punched me in the back, bringing me back to my senses. I realized I already had a tent pitched down there, and I immediately felt incredibly ashamed. Seeing this lineup for the first time, I'd completely forgotten what to do. I was about to draw my sword and step forward. Facing orcs, I couldn't just play around like those thugs. Orcs were naturally incredibly strong, and they were all at least half a head taller than ordinary humans.

Before I could even take a step, a hand landed on my shoulder, stopping me. I turned around and saw a Night Demon smiling at me.

"Little brother, is this your first time here? I advise you not to get involved in this mess."

I sized him up. He was thin, about a head taller than me, with the dark blue skin typical of Night Demons, and pointed ears like an elf. He had a smile on his face that didn't seem hostile, and I didn't see any obvious weapons on him.

He continued speaking as he noticed me looking him up.

"This orc is Krusa Ironclaw, the second son of Sakrod, the vice-chief of the Northern Kingdom of Loku. He's cruel and lewd. Even if you could defeat him, this tavern has at least 20 henchmen. Even if you were strong enough to beat everyone, you'd have a hard time leaving Katheran alive. Judging by the young lady you've brought, you're probably here to participate. Either you're just here to watch the fun, or you should have registered and left the tavern early. But since you're here for the hunting competition, you should understand that this kind of situation will be common over the next month."

What he said made sense. I thought for a moment and asked, "May I ask who you are?"

"Hehe, just an ordinary Night Demon. Just call me Hiro. May I ask your name, young man?"

"Oh, thank you for the reminder, Brother Hiro. Call me Ren. I don't understand why the owner and his wife are still doing business here when the hunting competition is so dangerous?"

"Hehe, Ren really doesn't know anything and just stumbled upon this rare competition. In previous years, the competition was relatively peaceful, at least it didn't affect the residents of this town, but this year's prizes have attracted many rare figures."

"What prizes?"

"Haha, just the fact that someone will bring out the essence of a Western dragon in this competition. Although dragons aren't extremely rare, the essence of a dragon is a treasure that even hundreds of dragons would only encounter once. If it were used to forge a weapon, it would definitely be a supreme artifact, not to mention that Princess Anlia will also be 'honoring' us."

Suddenly, her clothes were tugged at from behind, it seemed she was very sensitive to the name Anlia.

"Princess Anlia?"

I asked.

"I'm truly impressed, brother. A year ago, the elven kingdom of Yura in the south was conquered, and its destruction was swift and devastating. Princess Anlia became a victim of the war, and the second princess, Celia, is nowhere to be found. I'm afraid her fate won't be much better. Although Princess Anlia may have been subjected to all sorts of humiliation this past year and is not as good as before, elves are inherently noble and have snow-white skin, making them popular prey in the tournament. Not to mention a princess of a kingdom, there are plenty

of men lining up to have their way with her." "You guys, keep your voices down. Go outside and chat."

Hiro shrugged at me, then looked up again, ending the conversation. The surrounding noises suddenly brought me back to reality.

"Ah...slower...I can't take it...ah...ahhh...I'm going crazy..."

The landlady had somehow left the table and was standing on the ground, leaning forward, her hands weakly clutching her breasts. Krusa grabbed her waist, his huge penis somehow inserted into her anus. The landlady was being brutally and skilllessly fucked, moaning incessantly. A villager, unable to bear it any longer, shouted,

"So be it!" He rushed forward and shoved his already swollen penis directly into the landlady's mouth.

"Ah...so good...this little mouth of yours is so...licking me...it feels so good...

it's worth dying for..." He then grabbed the landlady's head and began thrusting vigorously. The landlady's mouth was stuffed full, and she could only make "woo-woo" sounds. Saliva splattered everywhere with each thrust of his penis. Krusa seemed oblivious to the pain, his body trembling with desire. He continued thrusting, his body trembling with pleasure. He was completely absorbed in the sensation, his body trembling with pleasure. He was completely absorbed in the sensation, his body trembling with desire ...
"Ah...ah...I'm coming..."

A thick stream of semen shot directly into the landlady's throat. The villager pushed it in hard, and the landlady could only whimper and swallow the foul-smelling semen mouthful by mouthful. After ejaculating, the villager collapsed to the ground and was immediately pulled away.

The landlady coughed twice, but before she could cough up the remaining semen in her mouth, another large penis immediately thrust in and out. The villagers seemed to have received tacit approval and lined up one by one. The once unapproachable landlady could only obediently lick her ugly and dirty penis.

Rusa thrust into the landlady's tender anus even faster, suddenly pulling out and quickly inserting into her already overflowing vagina. The sudden attack made the landlady's legs straighten, and her buttocks were pushed back hard, making it look as if she herself was yearning to be penetrated by that large penis.

This climax was even more intense. Her vaginal fluid gushed from the crevice, her limbs trembled uncontrollably, and her lower abdomen convulsed repeatedly. The climax lasted a full minute. Krusa seemed to finally decide to surrender, lifting the landlady up in his arms. The villagers in front, startled by the sudden detachment of the landlady's mouth, left a milky white arc in the air, eliciting laughter from those around them.

Those behind could only sigh that it wasn't their turn. Krusa roared twice, thrusting and pounding into her several times with incredible speed, holding the landlady tightly. His enormous penis grew even thicker, and it seemed as if one could see waves of semen pouring into the landlady's tender vagina, spraying directly into her uterus. The landlady had no chance to dodge, letting the thick, hot semen fill her body. Krusa grabbed the landlady's head, shoved his now-soft penis into her mouth, wiped it a few times, and then released her. The powerless landlady collapsed to the ground, her genitals swollen and red from a night of intense passion.

The boss, who had somehow woken up, tearfully took a coat and draped it over his wife, then carried her to the back. Even Krusa didn't dare look at her. Krusa laughed as he pulled up his pants and shouted,

"Bring the wine and food!"

The onlookers, having finished watching the spectacle, all avoided eye contact. A few villagers who had "participated" huddled together, quietly discussing their recent exploits.

"Haha, I told you her mouth technique was amazing! Now you believe me, right? Her pussy is even tighter and more pleasurable!"

"Stop bragging, but I finally got to fuck her mouth today. Normally, I'd be content with just a kiss, but today I got to properly ejaculate inside that mouth I'd been dreaming of."

Afterwards, the chatter resumed normally, with people continuously signing up with their "deposits." Many villagers watched to see who would be the next big thing.

…After what I just did, I was no longer hungry. I never imagined that such an inexplicable dimension existed in this world. She was still standing there, looking dazed. I was already surprised that she hadn't rushed out. Seeing how eager she was to participate in the competition, even wanting to put herself on top of a complete stranger like me, there must be something very important. I asked, "What's your name? You can call me Ren."

She looked up at me and said, "My name is Anya. Please participate in the competition with me..."

I frowned and said, "Let me think about it some more. After all, it's not a small matter."

She didn't say anything more. I was afraid she might encounter some accident, so I let her come back to the inn with me. We didn't say anything the whole way. When we got to the inn, I took a closer look at her. With her snow-white skin and long ears, she was definitely an elf. Upon closer inspection, she was a very beautiful girl. Luckily, it was dark at the time, otherwise those thugs might have fought tooth and nail to take her from me. It wasn't that I was afraid of them, but I was afraid that if things got out of hand, my master would be unhappy. Anyway, since I had been asked to do this, I could only go to the competition tomorrow.

Chapter Three: The First Battle

Sunlight streamed into the bedroom, warm and comforting. I turned over, groggily opening my eyes, and was startled to see a pair of large eyes staring at me from the bedside. I sat bolt upright, and she seemed startled too.

"Ah…" she cried out, falling back to the floor.

"Why did you scare me!"

I exclaimed. She seemed genuinely frightened, her eyes filled with tears as she spoke with a wronged expression.

"I was waiting for you to wake up, but you didn't wake up for a long time, so I got distracted. Who knew you'd suddenly sit up!"

I scratched my head helplessly.

"Ah… ah… let's go eat breakfast first…"
"Oh, after what happened last night, the village chief moved the registration point to the council hall, so it's a bit quieter here. But it's not much better at night; some people don't even pay. But since we earn more than usual, we can tolerate it. It's a pity about my wife... sigh..."

The shopkeeper looked worried again, so we didn't want to disturb him. We ate quickly and decided to go to the arena to check it out.

Actually, we'd been in the village for several dozen days and had wandered into the arena a few times, but we hadn't observed it closely. Today, we paid special attention and found that although it was now a ruin, it was still quite magnificent. From afar, we could see two giant gladiator statues at the entrance. One held a shield and sword, in a defensive posture, while the other held a giant axe in both hands, seemingly about to cut the opponent and shield in two. Although the patterns and carvings on the walls were old and dilapidated, we could still see some ingenious designs.

Upon arriving at the entrance, we could hear a commotion inside. Others, like us, were gradually arriving. There were ticket booths at the entrance; entry was free for participants. It was said that the organizers of this tournament were originally the bandits, and had now grown into a powerful conglomerate.

Since we weren't planning to participate, we bought tickets. The arena's gates were indeed grand and imposing; stepping inside made me feel incredibly small. Although I'd been here many times, this was my first time. The arena was circular, but the ring was square, about 500 square meters, completely separated from the audience by a deep ditch. Only eight narrow passages led from under the audience to the ring, and the ditch was filled with sharp blades; falling in meant certain death.

The matches didn't seem to have started yet, but the arena was already almost full, so we had to find a bad spot to sit.

"Ahem, everyone, please be quiet."

A loud voice rang out in the square, indicating the host had arrived. A middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, his portly figure suggesting he'd eaten well, wore expensive clothes that made him look like a glowing ball in the sunlight. He held a Dragon Sound Stone, a legendary stone said to be formed from the condensed saliva of dragons. Whether this was true or not was unknown, but it was often found by explorers in dragon's lair. This stone amplifies sound by a factor of two and reflects it back. After being processed into a spiral shape, it became a sound amplification device.

"The Leisure Line Hunting Competition officially begins today! All participants must strictly abide by the rules; a bet is a bet! Today's competition is the Solo F-Rank competition."

A deafening roar of cheers erupted from the arena.

"What? Solo F-Rank?"

Anya looked at me helplessly.

"The competition is divided into F, E, D, C, B, A, and S levels, as well as individual and team competitions. The level is determined by the quality of the prizes; the higher the quality of the competition, the more generous the prizes, and the more skilled the participants. Of course, the tickets are also more expensive."

Oh, I see. I was just secretly glad the tickets weren't too expensive. Looks like if we don't make some money, we might not even be able to afford to watch the competition...

"The results of the first draw: Number 13 versus Number 7!"

A cheer erupted, followed by the clanging of chains. Two massive iron cages rose from the corners of the arena. One cage contained a large pile of gold coins and several rather unique weapons. The other cage held a slender young girl, appearing to be only 16 or 17 years old, but with a remarkably mature figure, clearly well-endowed with breasts at least a C-cup. She looked quite energetic. Her companion was a middle-aged man in his thirties or forties, a shield-wielding swordsman. Her opponent was an archer in his early thirties, carrying several daggers. With a resounding "thud," the first battle officially began.

The archer leisurely drew an arrow from behind his back and nocked it.

"I noticed your woman when I entered. I didn't expect the gods to have truly chosen you. Where did you get such a beautiful girl?"

The archer glanced at him coldly, raised his shield to his chest, and looked ready to charge.

"Ah...ah...look, the two duelists have begun their mental duel. If I remember correctly, contestant number 7 is Craig Iron Shield, who also participated in the F-class competition last year. However, he lost his wife here last year, and she eventually died suddenly in the winner's bed. This year, he has brought his 17-year-old daughter! Let's cheer for him!"

As the host introduced him, cheers rang out in the arena. But Craig didn't like this introduction. Rage consumed his reason. He used Wind Walk, a fast movement technique that all martial artists know. However, shield warriors usually refine this technique because they are usually wearing heavy armor. Their starting speed is relatively slow, but once they move at high speed, relying on the high inertia brought by heavy armor and using their shields as weapons, they can create a powerful shockwave. In the blink of an eye, Craig rushed in front of the man number 7. But unfortunately, blinded by rage, he ignored the fact that his opponent was an evasion-type martial artist who could quickly dodge the attack. Number 7 quickly flashed behind Craig and drew the bowstring to its maximum.

"I've taken your goods, loser."

With a swift, powerful arrow, Craig didn't even have a chance to surrender; the real duel ended in seconds.

"Wow! What a fast arrow! What a clean fight! Number 7, Rayleigh, has won the first round! Let's see how he handles his spoils! Will he take them home for himself? Or will we feast our eyes on them? Let's cheer for Rayleigh!"

The crowd erupted in a deafening roar.

"Rayleigh! Rayleigh! Rayleigh! Rayleigh!"

These shouts weren't mostly because Rayleigh's fight was spectacular, but rather to ignite his vanity and allow him to display his prowess in front of everyone.

The iron cage bars in the corner slowly lowered. The girl looked at her father's corpse in the distance, tears streaming down her face. Although she hated her father for using her mother as a gamble, she at least understood that their initial poverty had led her physically strong father astray. But she hated him even more for drowning his sorrows in alcohol after losing her mother, finally forcibly tearing open her nightgown one drunken day.

She vaguely remembered that night when her father's rough hands wantonly kneaded her breasts, the pain of his large penis penetrating her vagina, and how he cried out her mother's name as he rapidly thrust into her, finally filling her tender flesh with his wicked seed.

She hated her father for his unrepentant habit of venting his frustrations on her every time. She could vaguely remember his semen on her face, mouth, breasts, vagina, anus, and every inch of her body. But now, her father was lying nearby, and she didn't know why she was crying.

Rayleigh walked over, pulled the girl up, and shouted to the audience,

"Do you want to see?"

"Yes!"

"Who do you want to see!"

"We want to see Rayleigh!"

"Why do you want to see me do this!"

"Watch Rayleigh fuck her!"

Anya looked very uneasy. This morbid atmosphere seemed only she, sitting in the audience, could feel. Perhaps she was putting herself in the girl's shoes, imagining the situation she would face if she lost.

Rayleigh excitedly covered the girl's mouth with his own. He had spent the past two years exploring and desperately gathering this treasure for this very moment. On his journeys, he had only encountered vulgar prostitutes; this kind of girl was what he truly desired. After he was done with her, he could use her as capital for the next competition, perhaps even winning the championship and dominating the elven princess.

Growing increasingly excited, his hands began to roam over the girl's body, kneading her breasts through her clothes, his tongue probing her mouth, saliva dripping from the corners of his lips.

He then tried to pull her clothes down from her shoulders, but they got caught at her elbows. This exposed most of her breasts, making them appear exceptionally alluring. Undeterred, he knelt down and began to suckle one of her nipples fiercely.

The arena fell into an eerie silence, but Rayleigh's voice was unusually loud. Almost everyone present could hear the frantic sucking sounds of his mouth as he greedily licked the girl's breasts. A closer look revealed that the arena floor was inlaid with dragon-sound stones—the organizers had clearly gone to great lengths.

Rayleigh's one hand remained on the other breast, kneading it relentlessly. The girl groaned intermittently in pain. His other hand was already under her skirt, moving rhythmically; it seemed he had even inserted his fingers into her vagina in his haste.

Suddenly, the girl resisted, shoving him away. Caught off guard, Rayleigh fell to the ground with a thud, eliciting laughter from the crowd.

Before the girl could run far, Rayleigh angrily rushed over, shoved her to the ground, and slapped her twice. For an ordinary girl, those two slaps would have taken a long time to recover from. In a fit of rage, Rayleigh tore open the girl's clothes, the sound of tearing fabric filling the arena.

Rayleigh pulled out his penis and flaunted it in front of the girl, then grabbed her hair and pulled her up. The girl could only offer weak resistance, but it was no match for Rayleigh's actions.

He shoved it into the girl's mouth, which immediately bulged. Then Rayleigh began rhythmically thrusting his head back and forth, making slurping sounds. Rayleigh gradually increased the force, thrusting his hips rapidly. Each time he entered the girl's nose, it hit Rayleigh's lower abdomen. Each time he withdrew, the girl gagged, but still couldn't stop Rayleigh's rapid thrusting.

Then he pulled out his penis and flipped the girl over with one hand. The girl lay helplessly on the ground, her buttocks raised high by Rayleigh. He raised his head to signal to the audience, as if he was about to accomplish a great feat. Then he placed his hands on the girl's slender waist, and his monstrous member pressed tightly against her tender bud, slowly pushing inside.

"Oh! Damn! So tight! Did your dad fuck you properly...? Why is your little hole so tight...? Damn..." Rayleigh said as he began to thrust.

"How is it? Bigger than your dad's, right?"

Every time the girl heard the word "dad," her vagina would twitch. Rayleigh noticed this and slowly pulled his penis out, then thrust it back in hard when the glans was at the entrance of her vagina. He did this dozens of times until her vagina slowly became wet.

"Hahaha, you little slut, isn't it much better than when your dad fucks you! You're already so wet, so I'll make you feel even better!"

He said, and began to thrust vigorously. The girl was so fucked that she couldn't even beg for mercy clearly, and could only moan intermittently.

"No...no...ah...ah...no...please...don't...don't...go in...ah..."

"Is Daddy fucking you good?...From now on, I'm your daddy...I'll introduce you to some uncles later...hahahaha..."

Rayleigh paid no heed to the girl's cries and began to thrust even harder into her tender honey hole, one hand reaching for her breasts, squeezing and kneading them wantonly.

The girl began to slowly make sounds of pleasure, "Oh...oh...um..." The two of them thrust hundreds of times in this doggy-style position, and the girl seemed to have been fucked to the point of ecstasy, unable to distinguish her own state, and began to moan loudly.

"Oh...ah...don't be so hard...ah...Daddy...Daddy...slower...ah...so good...don't stop..."

Rayleigh laughed, the continuous thrusting below making a squelching sound, telling people that the little hole was already overflowing, and occasionally, lustful water would spurt out from the gap between the little hole and the penis, making a squelching sound.

Finally, Rayleigh couldn't resist the thrill of successfully raping the girl. He straddled her and began thrusting his hips forcefully.

"Let Daddy fuck you to death... fuck you to death... my pussy is so tight... ah... ha..."

The girl's breasts swayed with each thrust, her snow-white skin glistening with sweat, creating a stark contrast with the dark, hard body behind her. Rayleigh roared twice, then pressed his entire body against the girl. The girl couldn't bear his weight, and the two of them lay on the ground. Rayleigh's hips continued to twitch slightly, seemingly firing his "ammunition" into the girl's tender hole, while the girl trembled continuously. This attack had clearly brought her to orgasm.

The entire venue was now filled with an obscene atmosphere. Some villagers with families couldn't resist plowing their wives, while those without could only masturbate.

I glanced at Anya, her face flushed, her legs tightly pressed together, seemingly trembling slightly. My own erection was already painfully hard, and I was too embarrassed to speak to her, so I continued watching the arena. The host patted the girl who was kneeling between his legs, diligently sucking his penis, signaling her to move aside. He then zipped up his pants and stood up.

"What a wonderful performance! Let's continue with the next match!"

The audience could only interrupt their "activities."

No more girls were betting on the following matches; after all, F-level matches were mostly minor skirmishes. It seemed the first match was deliberately arranged by the organizers to attract viewers. However, the audience could still witness a battle rarely seen before. But in my opinion, the number of F-level participants was limited; they were mostly just bandits and mercenaries trying to make a quick buck. The duels continued until nightfall. It seemed Craig was the only unfortunate victim of the day. After all, no one would risk their life for such a small amount of money; he was just unlucky to be placed in the first match.

After leaving the arena, Anya seemed to waver in her decision; her unease was written all over her face. The two remained silent, quickly ate at a tavern, and returned to the inn. The tavern owner was still shrouded in sorrow; when we arrived, he was numbing himself with alcohol.

Chapter Four: Revenge.

From Anya, we learned that the competition was held every other day. To allow those who hadn't made up their minds to participate, this day was called "Exhibition Day."

It was called Exhibition Day because the winner of the first day would sell or display their spoils, and black market merchants from all over would gather to sell all sorts of strange and unusual goods. On the other hand, the organizers would release the next day's participants and goods in advance to attract more people to the competition. So, I didn't sleep in and went to the plaza early.

Anya attracted a lot of attention along the way. Although I knew Anya was beautiful, I hadn't seen many beautiful women, so I didn't know exactly what level she was at; in short, she was pleasing to the eye. Today she changed out of her bulky cloak, and her form-fitting clothes perfectly accentuated her slender figure. Sometimes I would stare at her, mesmerized, and she would pout and glare at me.

The square was packed with people, as if this town had always been so prosperous. But in reality, the local residents didn't have much income. The merchants who truly made huge profits mostly came from all over the world, selling goods with local characteristics. Along the way, there was a dazzling array of goods: elven swords from the south, giant weapons from the north, the chin of a giant-jawed ape, the mane of a lava lizard, the wings of a blue-blooded bat—all sorts of exotic things made my mouth water, but I could only look on longingly, checking my purse.

A dark figure suddenly rushed in front of me. I was startled and took a step back. Upon closer inspection, I saw it was a strange old man in a black cloak. He grinned and said, "Young man, would you like some of my special secret medicine? It's made with my unique formula, plus powdered love potion and red-tailed cat teeth. No matter how chaste or virtuous a woman is, as long as you drink just one drop, you'll definitely become a wanton young woman. I guarantee you'll be in ecstasy. Let's see what you think!"
I was startled by this bastard old man. Putting aside the fact that his medicine costs a lot of gold coins, enough for me to eat fish and meat for several days, it wouldn't be good if he actually used it for bad things. As I was thinking this, Anya punched me hard in the waist. I turned around and saw her glaring at me fiercely. She must have misunderstood that I was thinking of buying it.

The old man, watching this scene, continued to chuckle and recommend, "Haha, look how fiery this girl is! Young man, buy this medicine and put it on her chest, I guarantee she'll immediately use her breasts to give you a good blowjob."

Anya was annoyed by these blatant and vulgar words and reached for her dagger. Seeing that I didn't stop him, the old man turned and slunk into the crowd. Anya wanted to yell at me after the old man ran away, but I immediately pointed forward, "Look at all those people! Let's go check it out." I said, pulling her hand and leading her over. She didn't have a chance to lash out. The crowd was gathered around a large bulletin board. The organizers had just posted the list of participants for tomorrow, and the crowd immediately surged forward.

"Tomorrow's going to be interesting!"

"Oh! Oh! Tomorrow's a group battle, it's bound to be exciting!"

The onlookers chattered excitedly.

Anya explained to me, "Team battles are different from individual battles. The minimum is 4 vs 4, but if one side doesn't mind, and the prizes are generous enough to accept a difference in the number of players, the prizes for team battles are naturally much more generous than those for individual battles. Although F-rank is theoretically lower than E-rank, the actual watchability of F-rank team battles is almost on par with D-rank individual battles. However, the more skilled the players, the harder it is for them to cooperate, so it's usually rare to see teams forming in team battles by B-rank."

I nodded, admiring Anya's extensive knowledge. Just as I was about to praise her, she nudged me and pointed ahead. I looked in her direction and saw the tavern owner standing in front of the notice board, clenching his fist. Looking closely at the notice board, I spotted a name—Krusa. I was puzzled; it seemed inappropriate for someone of Krusa's strength to participate in an F-rank team battle! Then I realized that he must be bored and deliberately used his F-rank deposit to pass the time. Sure enough, he had bet on two female followers, 20 gold coins, and some equipment.

The boss was gritting his teeth, clearly still reeling from that ordeal. It's hard for anyone to let go, after all. But seeing the wine in his hand, he seemed about to do something foolish. He then pushed his way through the crowd and headed towards the council hall

. Anya and I exchanged a glance, the same thought forming in our minds: was the boss going to participate? That would be suicide. Anya and I followed him, and sure enough, he staggered into the council hall. Anya and I quickly caught up and stopped him. Seeing us, his eyes filled with tears, but he said fiercely, "What are you doing? Don't stop me! I'm going to kill that guy!"

"You're alone. How can you participate in the team battle? Where did you get the deposit to participate?" Anya, ever the clever one, immediately hit the nail on the head.

"Don't worry about me, I can find someone, I can pawn my tavern!"

Anya frowned, having tried to persuade the boss for a long time without success, so she said to me, "I'll stay here and watch the boss. The only one who can persuade him is the boss's wife. Go and find her!" Seeing

this, I had no choice but to nod and leave the council hall, running towards the tavern. I didn't see many people along the way; everyone was probably in the square. When I arrived at the tavern, I found the door closed but unlocked. It seemed the boss was in a daze and hadn't even locked the door before leaving. I circled the tavern but didn't find the boss's wife. Just as I was about to leave, I heard the sound of something falling coming from the direction of the wine cellar. I carefully walked over.

"Idiot! Be careful, or you'll be finished if you get caught."

The voice indeed came from the wine cellar. Could there be a thief? I gently pushed open the door a crack and looked inside. The scene that suddenly appeared before me shocked me.

A snow-white woman's buttocks were facing me, with a thin man riding on top of her. The man's buttocks were unusually large, and the woman's buttocks were raised high, her legs hanging on the man's shoulders. The man was thrusting his large penis into her honeyed hole with all his might, the sounds of their coupling making a constant squelching sound. Her entire buttocks were soaked with vaginal fluid and semen, indicating that someone had already ejaculated inside her several times.

"Haha, I finally got my way today! You bastard! I'm going to fuck you to death today! Make you pregnant with my child!"

The woman didn't answer, only making muffled sounds. There was another man standing in front, pressing the woman's head down and rapidly thrusting his penis in and out of her mouth. Occasionally, the woman's tongue would come out and lick the glans that was violating her.

"Ever since that night I fucked your little mouth... I haven't been able to forget it... I fucked you again today... haha... so good... even better than my old woman's cunt... you were born to be fucked!"

The man said as he placed his hand on the woman's large breasts, which she couldn't control with one hand, and kneaded them vigorously. The woman began to spasm in waves, seemingly having reached several orgasms. Her buttocks began to move on their own, and the man riding on top couldn't withstand the sudden movement and cried out "Ah ah" twice before ejaculating into her vagina.

The man who had just spoken was probably the villager who had molested the landlady in the chaos the night before last. According to him, was this woman the landlady? Judging from the size of her breasts, they were indeed comparable to the landlady's. The man was pulled away by the people behind him as soon as he ejaculated, his limp penis covered in semen and vaginal fluid, looking particularly lewd. The woman seemed to feel empty, her buttocks began to sway on their own, and then another penis immediately filled her void. The man thrust in without any difficulty, and then began to vigorously thrust his waist as if to penetrate her cunt.

"I've already shot three times in this cunt, and it's still so tight! It feels so good, haha. That guy boss ran off somewhere early this morning, leaving this cunt at home, just so we can come and fuck her. I'll satisfy you properly for your husband. He used to ignore you when he talked to you, but now you know how good I am!"

"Yeah, haha, this little mouth is really not enough to shoot a few times, that tongue is so tempting... yes... just lick like this... ah... ah... I'm shooting... I'm shooting!"

The man held the woman's head tightly, his buttocks shaking in waves. Seeing the woman's throat constantly swallowing, he knew that he had shot a large amount of semen into this little mouth. The man immediately collapsed to the ground, panting. "Ha...ha...this woman is draining me dry."

As soon as her mouth was free, her head returned to its normal position, giving me a clear view of her face. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes glazed, and saliva dripped from her lips. She looked like a woman with a drooling mouth, her eyes wide and round. "...Ah...
faster...faster...fuck me...fuck me to death...ah...fuck me to death...dear husband...fuck this slut to death...faster...I'm coming again...ah...ah..."

"Quick, gag her! It'll be bad if someone hears!" With that, the man picked up the proprietress and kissed her without a second thought, their tongues entwining, exchanging saliva and semen. Another man, seemingly rested, walked behind the proprietress, supporting her as he inserted his penis into her anus. The two men worked together with great enthusiasm.

"Haha, that secret drug we bought this morning is really amazing! Look how slutty this woman is! She'll treat anyone like her husband. It's just too expensive. We'll chip in and buy another bottle! We can fuck this slut to death and make her our slave!" A villager resting nearby said proudly.

So it was the drug at work. Knowing the reason, I suddenly understood. No wonder the proprietress had become so wanton. My initial worry about accidentally witnessing someone's good time turned into anger. I kicked the door open and stormed in.

Seeing someone rush in, the villagers, feeling guilty, tried to run away. I grabbed one and threw him aside, slamming the others to the ground. The two men holding the proprietress were so startled by the sudden turn of events that they ejaculated. The proprietress trembled all over from the spray of semen, panting heavily. Even I couldn't take it anymore. The two men's legs gave way, and the three of them collapsed into a heap. I pulled out a knife and roared, "How dare you! Believe me, I'll cut you all up right now!"

The men, terrified, immediately knelt and begged for mercy, oblivious to how ridiculous their posture was. While they deserved to die, if this got out, the landlady would likely be unable to continue, let alone the landlady. I brandished my knife and said, "You lot, get out of here now. I'll spare you for now, but if I see you doing this again, I'll kill you immediately. This matter isn't over yet; I'll settle accounts with you later when I think of a solution!"

Hearing they could leave, the men scrambled away, knowing the matter wasn't over and probably too afraid to stay in the village any longer. I quickly went to help the landlady up. A stench assaulted my nostrils; she was covered in semen, having been ejaculated on countless times that day.

As I helped the landlady up, unsure of what to do next, her hand suddenly reached for my erection, opening her cherry-like breasts and saying, "I want...give me..."

This sudden action almost made me lose control. It seemed the drug hadn't worn off yet. I needed to clean the landlady first; Anya must be getting impatient. If she caught me, I didn't know how I'd explain! I

carried the landlady to the bathroom. Along the way, she kept groping me, and my clothes were covered in semen, so I had to take them off. I filled the tub with hot water and soaked in it with her. It was my first time being so close to a woman, and my penis was standing erect. The landlady seemed to be joking, constantly rubbing her buttocks back. My hands, which were washing her, unconsciously turned into kneading. In this situation, I really couldn't control my senses.

We were like a newlywed couple in the wooden tub, our tongues intertwined at some point. The landlady kept rubbing back and forth, and I felt an unprecedented experience. Suddenly, my penis seemed to hit a narrow crevice. Instinctively, I grabbed the landlady's breasts with both hands and pressed down hard, while simultaneously thrusting my hips high. I heard the landlady let out a soft moan, and my penis entered her body. The first time I felt this warm, slippery sensation, I almost ejaculated. I gritted my teeth, wondering why those people could last so long.

We maintained this position and slowly thrust in and out in the water. The landlady began to moan and groan. Although my penis wasn't as exaggeratedly large as an orc's, it was still considered huge among the humans I had seen in the past few days.

Since it was my first time, I felt like I couldn't last much longer. I turned the landlady around. Her face was flushed, but she looked different from when she was in heat. Her eyes were clearer, and it seemed the effects of the drug were wearing off. She saw me looking at her with questioning eyes and nodded shyly. I hugged her, thrust my hips forward, and entered her warm honey hole again. Then I started to thrust in and out without any skill. With each insertion, I could feel the head of my penis hitting a soft flesh wall.

"Ah...so good...ah...um...it's hitting the G-spot...ah...I'm going to come...I can't take it anymore..."

After about ten minutes of this, I suddenly felt a warm current surge through my body. I hugged the landlady tightly, my tongue greedily sucking into her cherry-like mouth. My penis suddenly swelled, and a thick stream of virgin semen shot deep into the landlady's uterus. With the ejaculation, the landlady's tongue trembled rapidly, her body convulsing, and I felt a surge of heat against my penis.

"Ah...so good..." I couldn't help but exclaim.

The landlady leaned weakly on my shoulder and whispered, "Th...thank you..."

After we got dressed, we felt somewhat awkward, both of us blushing. The landlady and I decided to keep today's events a secret.

As for why I came to the tavern, I could only give a vague answer. But the question about the boss gave me a headache; it seemed I'd have to bring him back by force.

After an hour, Anya was probably furious. My coat was too dirty to wear, so I just wore a thin undershirt and rushed to the council hall, pretending I couldn't find the landlady. I arrived at the council hall while secretly planning my next move. Inside,

people were still registering for the competition; it seemed there would be some attractive prizes tomorrow. But after looking around, I couldn't find Anya or the landlady. A bad feeling crept over me; had they been kidnapped again?

Chapter 5: An Unexpected Discovery .

After circling the council hall twice without finding Anya and the landlady, I began to feel uneasy. I knew things were going badly; it was all my fault for being gone too long. I decided to go out and look for them. The square was still packed with people; it was like searching for a needle in a haystack. But I had no choice but to grit my teeth and search bit by bit.

As time went by, unease arose. The unease intensified, and the unease deepened. The unease grew stronger, and the unease intensified. The unease intensified ... The scene before me
shocked me for the second time today. The boss had pinned Anya against the wall, his large, alcohol-reeking mouth sucking wantonly at Anya's small mouth, his tongue prying open her teeth and swirling inside her mouth.

Anya's tongue was like a chick caught in the sight of an eagle, nowhere to hide, being licked at will. The boss's hand was kneading and rubbing Anya's full breasts relentlessly, several buttons were undone, and her bra was flipped up, revealing her tender white breasts being molded into various shapes by the boss's rough hands. For a moment, I couldn't comprehend what was happening.

"Anna...it's my fault...I can't protect you...I'm so incompetent...uh..."

The boss squeezed out a few words through the crack while continuing to violate Anya's mouth. He seemed to be drunk and mistook Anya for his wife. His other hand kept rubbing Anya's vulva. Anya's panties had been pulled down at some point and were hanging on her ankles. The boss began to try to force his fingers into Anya's vulva. Anya suddenly let out a lewd moan.

"Mmm...no...you can't...Uncle...mmm...you can't do this...wake up..."

"Mmm...Anna...I'm going in now...I'll make you feel good..."

The boss seemed completely oblivious to what Anya was saying, his fingers continuing to slowly penetrate the tender flesh. Anya's pubic hair, like her head, was milky white, with a few glistening water droplets glistening in the sunlight. Anya seemed to be overwhelmed by pleasure and lost her senses. Her hands, which had been supporting the boss, were now just tightly gripping his sleeve, and she could only make soft "mmm" sounds.

The first part of the boss's index and middle fingers had already penetrated Anya's tender hole, and it seemed difficult to go any further. The boss began to move his fingers back and forth, and Anya trembled continuously with the boss's movements.

"...Ah...no...Uncle...wake up...I...I'm...starting...becoming...so strange...ah..."

The boss ignored Anya's pleas and suddenly took Anya's nipple into his mouth, sucking it loudly like a nursing infant. After sucking for a while, he began to lick Anya's nipple up and down with his tongue. Anya was aroused by this licking and had completely given up resisting. She enjoyed the boss's skillful service with "mmm ahh" sounds. Her juices began to seep out from her slits. The uncle's fingers also went in quite a bit and started to move faster and faster, making a lewd splashing sound.

Seeing that the time was right, the boss released Anya and took off his pants. His already swollen penis sprang out after being freed from its restraints, eyeing Anya's vulva menacingly, wishing he could thrust it in right now and brutally manipulate this wanton cunt. After the boss let go, Anya regained her freedom, and a bit of her rationality returned. When she opened her dazed eyes, she saw the boss's erect glans secreting fluid, standing proudly against her vulva, as if declaring his dominance.

Anya struggled, but how could a weak woman's strength compare to that of a retired veteran? The boss used his hand to support his penis and rubbed it back and forth at the entrance of Anya's vagina, the glans occasionally parting the tender flesh to reveal the mysterious area inside.

The boss seemed to enjoy this pleasure, using Anya's tender flesh to clamp his penis and rub it back and forth. Anya was once again confused by the boss's actions, wishing that this big penis would be thrust directly into her body and brutally fuck her vagina. But in an instant, Anya was frightened back to her senses by her own thoughts.

Anya forcefully pushed away the unsuspecting boss and instinctively raised her leg, her knee hitting the boss's penis. The boss screamed and fell to the ground clutching his genitals. This made me sober up as well. I realized that I was like a petrified person in this situation, so useless. It's a pity my master didn't teach me how to deal with this kind of situation.

Anya calmed herself down and saw that the boss had already passed out, whether from drinking too much or from excessive pain. I had no choice but to go out and pretend to have just found them.

"Where the hell have you been? You've been gone for so long?"

I scratched the back of my head guiltily, noticing that Anya's clothes were already tidied up, and it looked like Anya had helped the boss put on his pants. I smiled and said,

"I searched all over the village, but the boss's wife wasn't at the tavern. When I came back, I didn't see you guys either, and I searched for a long time before finally finding this place. I was thinking I'd have to use force to take the boss back, but I didn't expect you to have already taken care of it."

Anya blushed as she heard my words.

"Forget it, let's take the old man back first. We can talk to him after he sobers up."

That's all we can do for now. I carried the boss back to the tavern. Anna grumbled angrily the whole way, saying what she would do if they ran into bad guys. I thought, "Didn't you send me away in the first place?"

"You don't know anything. It would be a problem if you ran into bad guys. Otherwise, I'll teach you some basic self-defense. Take this knife with you. At least it'll look good."

As I spoke, I took off one of the knives and handed it to Anya. Anya silently took the knife, nodded, and fell silent, probably realizing that she was indeed powerless to resist and that nothing would go right.

When the boss woke up, it was already evening. He was mostly sober and said he didn't remember what had happened. Anya breathed a sigh of relief. The boss's wife eventually learned the gist of what had happened and hugged the boss, crying her eyes out. Anya finally got up and said...

"Uncle, don't do such stupid things again! Ren and I will deal with Krusa!"

I thought to myself. You're making it sound so righteous, but I'm still the one who has to handle it. Seeing the landlady looking at me with tears in her eyes, I smiled helplessly and nodded. What can't be avoided will be avoided. The landlady's face suddenly flushed red, and we both awkwardly looked away. How long will this awkwardness last? But I also caught a glimpse of the boss staring at Anya's chest, his face completely red.

Back at the hotel, I discussed it with Anya. We'll go check out Krusa's strength tomorrow. After what happened this afternoon, I can't keep my eyes on Anya properly. I always end up scanning her chest. Anya seems to have noticed, but she seems a little guilty and doesn't dare to say anything directly. Suddenly, it's even more awkward than with the landlady.

So I pretended to look out the window and happened to see those thugs from the other night sneaking past. I figured if I didn't teach them a lesson, they'd probably do something else. So I told Anya to lock the door, and I went out to run an errand. Anya looked at me with displeasure, as if I were going to rob someone, but she had no fighting skills and couldn't do anything about it, so she just snorted in agreement.

[The End]

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