[Forbidden for the Brave] (14)

Chapter Fourteen: Turning Against Each Other

. The F-level survival challenge offers prizes far exceeding those of E-level and even D-level individual battles. However,

the variables in the survival challenge are also much higher. First, it's a complete free-for-all; even the most powerful

ability users can hardly guarantee absolute defense. Second, you can't predict if there are even more powerful individuals lurking among them, vying

for the prizes. Therefore, for participants, the survival challenge is a gamble, risking their lives.

I was completely unknowingly tricked by Cassie. I must get my hands on him when I get the chance. In the blink of an eye, six

huge iron cages had risen to the ground, each filled with spoils. The bottom of each cage was labeled with a

corresponding number.

I was number 36, the highest number among the survivors, so I easily found

my number . Inside were five large bags of gold coins; judging by the bulging pouches, each bag probably contained 100 gold coins.

My heart pounded. Seeing myself with so much money for the first time, my uncontrollable joy was written

all over my face. There were also some monster materials and equipment inside the cage.

I took out a knife and examined it. It seemed to be crafted by elves; the blade wasn't thin,

yet it felt almost weightless, clearly blessed by elves. The blade was engraved with delicate patterns, seemingly

of a plant; the flowing curves perfectly complemented the blade. A pair of wings were carved on the hilt. I swung it

a couple of times and found it very comfortable to hold before putting it directly into its already empty sheath.

The rest were all unusual, trivial items I'd never seen before, and I had no idea

what . The sudden reward caught me off guard; I didn't know what to do next, but at least I could use the money

to have a good meal.

Then I looked at the others, wanting to see how they would handle their belongings. The elven youth had already found

a fairy who was helping him move his items. His face didn't seem to show much emotion, unlike mine,

which was practically grinning from ear to ear. The burly man next to him chuckled, placing his hand

on the chin of the young woman in the cage, examining her. It was then that I realized my prize didn't include a woman.

He pinched the woman's chin, scrutinizing her closely. The woman's eyes were filled with fear, but she could only

bite her lip, tears welling in her eyes. I noticed his reward was less than mine; it seemed this was the so-called

random allocation. Actually, it was fine. Taking a woman back wouldn't be an explanation to Anya, and I couldn't

just let her go—she'd be captured by someone else.

At that moment, cheers erupted from the arena. Not understanding what was happening, I

followed . It turned out that on the other side, the man number 7 had his large penis thrust into a young girl's

vagina from behind. The girl was painfully clutching the cage. Because of her long hair, I couldn't see her face; her petite body

only reached the man's lower abdomen. I didn't know if she wasn't fully developed or was just naturally small.

The man completely ignored the girl's still-dry vagina, impatient to enjoy his hard-earned

spoils . Blood mixed with sweat began to flow down his body, making loud "slap slap" sounds at the point of penetration

. Those around him were also drawn in by the man's actions.

The orc beside him was assigned two women. One was a young woman who looked to be around thirty, with

slightly curly brown hair tied in a ponytail. The orc held her hair with one hand, pressing her against his

crotch. Her mouth was bulging from the enormous penis, and she occasionally made gagging sounds as

he sucked on it.

The orc's other hand was on the second woman's breast. She also looked to be around thirty or forty

years old , with large breasts that sagged slightly but not to the point of ruining her beauty. Her voluptuous body

twisted gently under the orc's caresses, clearly a seasoned veteran who didn't want to provoke her new master.

Compared to the first young woman, she was much more pitiful. Inexperienced, she couldn't actively please her new

master and could only use her vagina to extinguish his greedy lust after his victory. Fortunately, the young woman seemed

to have adapted to the old man's vigorous thrusting, and her vagina began to secrete lustful fluids to protect her body. The young woman would occasionally let out moans of "

uh-huh ."

Then there was the mercenary, presumably named Barney or Bagley, who had already clung to his prize, passionately

kissing her. Their faces were so pressed together that the woman's features were completely obscured. Barney's large hand

lifted the woman's skirt from behind, his fingers parting her panties and probing her vagina. His other hand

squeezed her plump buttocks hard, causing her to writhe and only emit soft sucking sounds.

The other man next to him was less unrestrained. He gestured for the staff to take the prize to his

dressing room, then walked out of the ring with the woman in his arms, drawing boos from the audience.

The first girl was already weak in the knees, her legs bent inwards

, barely supporting her against the iron cage. The man behind her gripped her hips tightly,

thrusting his dark penis vigorously into her vagina.

"...Ah...please...please...ah...be gentle...it hurts...ah...ah..."

"What are you yelling for...it's not like you've never been fucked before...you'll be begging me to fuck you later..."

At this moment, two graceful mature women were actively licking his large penis between the orc's legs.

The two and then rub

the penis with their small mouths on both sides at the same time, as if they were sisters who had known each other for a long time. Their hands were also constantly kneading and playing with each other's breasts.

At this moment, the elven boy walked past me and gave me a cold look. It seemed that he had already asked

the fairy to help him pack his things and was preparing to leave. At this moment, he was expressionless. Compared with the boy who

was laughing , he was a completely different person, which gave me a chill.

In contrast, I stood dumbfounded in the cage, watching the people around me playing with their "

trophies ." I waved to a staff member and asked how I was going to take these things out. He told me I could

put the prizes in my lounge first, so I gestured for him to do so and gave him a few coins.

Reluctantly leaving the ring, I turned back and saw Barney holding a woman on top of him,

his vagina, making "plop plop" sounds as he thrust in and out. Even the audience...

He didn't seem to care about my departure, but considering I was now quite wealthy, it didn't matter, even though it was a bit embarrassing, since I

was wearing a mask anyway.

Cassie had clearly seen me leave and was already waiting for me outside the lounge. Although I really wanted to teach him a lesson, I needed him to gather information about the Thorn Corporation, so I suppressed my anger . Seeing me approach, he said

happily, 　　"Congratulations, buddy, you've really 'made a killing' this time!" 　　He deliberately spoke of the prize money with nonchalance, making the deposit he'd given me seem like a drop in the ocean. I nodded, pretending to be nonchalant. 　　"Come in," 　　he said excitedly, staring intently at my prize as soon as I entered, licking his lips. 　　"How about it, buddy? You must be eager to get back and give that little slut a good fuck, right? Would you mind taking me along?" 　　I knew he was referring to Anya as "little slut." Seeing his lustful expression, it seemed he wouldn't stop until he got his hands on Anya. I suppressed my anger and continued. 　　"No rush. How's the Thorn Consortium thing going?" 　　"Hehe, don't worry, brother. Consortia usually notify their clients two or three days in advance. Since we haven't heard anything yet, it's unlikely to happen anytime soon." 　　Seeing his certainty, I didn't want to press him further and tried to get rid of him. 　　"I have things to do. You can keep these reward equipment as a reward for your hard work. I only need the money and materials." 　　The equipment was worth at least twice his deposit, and since I couldn't easily carry it, I gave it to him. Seeing no hope of defeating Anya, he was eager to return to the arena to watch the excitement. He happily called a fairy to deliver the items to the designated location, said goodbye to me, and hurriedly returned to the audience seats. 　　I need to open a bank account first. I haven't carried more than 20 gold coins since I left. I just counted them carefully ; each bag contained 150 gold coins, which adds up to 750 gold coins after deducting the materials. I still couldn't contain my excitement. Suddenly having so much money made me realize I didn't even have a bank account. 　　Banks are run by fairies, and unlike wild fairies, those working in banks are protected by governments worldwide and receive standardized training. With the help of bank amplification devices, they can teleport items between banks, making it incredibly convenient to transport goods. After 　　running back and forth between the bank and the arena several times, I finally deposited the money and materials. Passing through the arena, I could faintly hear groans coming from inside, suggesting a new round of "competition." I wanted to go to the stands to watch the show, but the gatekeeper had locked the door; apparently, I'd sneaked in to watch the spectacle too. 　　It was too early to go back to the inn, so, feeling bored, I decided to check out the tavern. These past few days had been hectic , leaving no time for leisure, and I was starting to miss the peaceful rhythm of life before meeting Anya. 　　Arriving at the tavern, I didn't see the proprietress, only the owner and two or three customers talking around the bar. Finally, the customers pulled out a handful of gold coins, gave them to the owner, exchanged lewd smiles, and went into the wine cellar. 　　I found it odd; a drink and a meal shouldn't cost that much, so I went up to greet . He smiled happily when he saw me. 　　"It's Ren! You haven't been here the last couple of days. Didn't Anya come with you?" 　　Judging by his lecherous look, he was definitely trying to seduce Anya again. I was being kind by not punching him in the face out of respect for the owner's wife, so I decided to ignore him. 　　"I'm hungry. Is the owner's wife here?" 　　The owner's expression twitched slightly when I asked about his wife, and I couldn't tell what he was thinking before he spoke. 　　"Uh…yes, she is, but she's a bit busy. Hehe, you can find her, but you'll have to pay 3 gold coins." 　　Was the owner crazy for money? I hadn't even ordered food yet, and he wanted 3 gold coins first? Was he trying to prepare a Manchu Han Imperial Feast? I didn't know what the owner was up to. Luckily, I wasn't short of money, so I took out 3 gold coins from my pocket and gave them to the owner . He happily took the money and pointed to the wine cellar, indicating that his wife was inside. 　　So now you have to eat at a wine cellar? That's too expensive! Thinking this, I went into the wine cellar. As soon as I opened the door, a sizzling scene unfolded before me. 　　The proprietress was completely naked, her hands bound to a beam in the wine cellar with strips of cloth. Her feet barely touched the ground. One of her thighs was propped up against her chest by a man in front of her, and I could see his large, dark penis thrusting in and out of her vagina. Meanwhile, another man was rapidly manipulating her pink anus from behind. The two of them were having a great time, one in front and one behind. There were a dozen or so men waiting in line nearby, some of them clearly still recovering. 　　"...Ah...please spare me...ah...no...don't shoot inside anymore...if this continues...I'll die..." 　　"Ha...this pussy feels so good...it's still so tight after all this time...oh...Anna...your cunt is so tight...is your husband fucking you good...?" 　　"...Ah...ah...please spare me...I can't take it anymore..." 　　Seeing that the landlady was ignoring him, the man raised his hand and left a palm print on her thigh. 　　"Say it! Is your husband fucking you good!" 　　"Ah!" The landlady cried out in pain from the blow and quickly begged for mercy. 　　"...Ah...good...so good...my husband is fucking me so good...please spare me...let me rest for a while...ah..." 　　Seeing the landlady call him husband, the man became even more excited and thrust his penis even harder, the lower abdomen and thighs constantly making "slap slap" sounds. 　　"If you want to rest, beg me to shoot inside! Beg me! Haha!" 　　"...Ah...Oh...Husband...Please...Please...shoot inside...I can't take it anymore...Ah..." 　　The man laughed, his buttocks thrusting with all his might, making the man behind him lose his rhythm and curse. 　　"Damn! In a hurry to be reborn...Don't ruin Anna's pussy...I'm going to shoot inside her again later." 　　"Haha...Don't ruin it...Anna's pussy is born to be fucked...Oh...I'm shooting...I'm shooting!..." 　　The man roared, hugging the landlady tightly, his buttocks thrusting forward from time to time, and sucking on the landlady's breast. 　　"Get out of the way when you're done! I'm waiting!" 　　The man behind hurriedly pulled the man who had just finished shooting aside, and as soon as his penis was removed, thick semen...

It flowed out, and judging by the amount, it wasn't just one person's semen. Sure enough, before much semen had flowed out, the man, with his already

swollen and impatient penis, thrust it inside.

"...Ah...no...ah...didn't you say...I'd rest a bit...ah...ah!...ah!..."

The landlady was being stimulated repeatedly, reaching what felt like her umpteenth orgasm. Her neck was stretched straight up,

her head thrown back, her mouth open but unable to make a sound. Saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth, and her whole body was trembling uncontrollably

. The man behind her shuddered as her rectum suddenly contracted.

"Oh! Anna! I'm going to cum too! I'm going to cum in Anna's little asshole!"

As he shouted, a "splish-splish" sound could be heard coming from the landlady's asshole. Clearly, her anus was already

full of semen, and with each ejaculation, a spurt of semen would squeeze out from the crevice.

Enraged, I silently reached into my waist bag, pulled out a handful of pebbles, and, controlling my strength, threw them

at the men's groins. A series of screams erupted as the men clutched their penises

, writhing in agony on the ground. The man who had just penetrated the proprietress, unaware of what was

happening struck on the forehead by a pebble and knocked unconscious.

The proprietress seemed to hear the cries and ran over, jokingly shouting,

"What happened? What happened? Don't ruin my wife! How am I supposed to make money if you ruin her?"

He pushed open the cellar door, his face immediately meeting mine. I was still standing on the stairs leading down from the cellar,

blocking his view of what was happening below, and asked me,

"Ren, what happened down there? Anna's figure is pretty good, isn't it?"

"Go see for yourself!"

I gritted my teeth, grabbed the proprietress by the collar, and threw him down. He slammed onto

the floor with a thud, yelling in pain. The proprietress, recovering from her orgasm, looked at the scene before her

without saying a word.

"You brat, I'm giving you face and you don't appreciate it, what's wrong with you!"

The boss got up angrily and charged at me.

I didn't even bother to dodge, I reached out and touched the boss's cheek, then shoved him away with all my might.

The force of the push sent him flying, spinning him around before he was slammed onto the barrel with a scream. "Ah!"

"What have you done?!"

The boss, still unrepentant, retorted after I said that.

"I don't care about my wife! I just like letting her be with other men, what's it to you? She's just a

slut who's been used by other men anyway!"

The boss's wife burst into tears upon hearing this. I walked angrily toward the boss, who

, being a former soldier, didn't beg for mercy and continued to curse.

"When I was having sex with other women, you little bastard were probably nowhere to be found! Anya, that little slut, was still

being fucked by me until she was screaming and moaning! Take care of your own woman first! You can't even satisfy one woman, and you want me to fuck

her for you, you really..."

I couldn't hold back any longer. Before the boss could finish speaking, I kicked him in the mouth, and a mouthful of teeth

mixed with blood sprayed all over the floor. I grabbed the boss's hair with one hand, ignoring his painful cries, and threw him

out . The boss crashed against the wall with a dull thud. This time, the pain was so intense that he couldn't even scream and

just lay on the ground retching.

Seeing that I wasn't going to stop, he finally whimpered and begged for mercy.

"Don't... don't hit me anymore... what do you want... is it that slut... take it if you want it..."

My last bit of patience was about to be worn down by him, and I clenched my fists.

"That's Anya's business... I was just joking... I didn't touch her..."

If he continued, I'd probably draw my sword. I took out a pebble and

threw it at his groin. Before he could react, he screamed and fainted from the pain. I guess

he 'll never be able to stand up again.

I quickly ran over and untied the cloth from the landlady. She slumped weakly in my arms, tears

streaming down her face. It pained me to see her like that. I hadn't expected her life to

change so drastically in just two days. The overwhelming sense of oppression had easily destroyed her mind and her

life.

I wrapped her in some clothes, leaving behind a cellar full of groaning men, and left the tavern. Fortunately, there weren't many people

outside ; they were probably all watching the fight at the arena. I made my way to the inn without incident.

When I put the landlady on the bed, she had already fallen asleep, exhausted, as if she had suffered too much.

I boiled some water and gently placed her in it. Some semen flowed out with the water. The landlady's

body was covered in bruises from being pinched, a heartbreaking sight. I cleaned her up a bit. She seemed

utterly exhausted; she only briefly opened her eyes, saw it was me, and then fell back asleep.

After carrying the landlady back to bed, I weakly returned to the living room and sat down. I then noticed

a . I picked it up and read it; it only had an address on it, I couldn't tell if it was Anya or Cassie who left it.

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/180594.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=180594&aspx=1

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