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The Demon Capital, the capital of the Demon King's kingdom.

"Come on, come on!" The call came from a plant-like being,
a radish with added features and limbs.

"Could it be? That's it?" A young man with a sinister appearance and pale skin couldn't help but
ask his older companion.

"Yes, the Demon Capital Arena," a middle-aged man in a long robe, somewhat resembling the young man,
replied happily.

"Guests, today's contestants are no ordinary people; they're a team of heroes from the Human Alliance."
Seeing someone intending to buy tickets, the radish-like being immediately began promoting the event, hoping to attract more customers.

"Oh? The legend is true? Is the Demon King in trouble?" Judging from the demon citizens' reactions,
they were quite concerned about their ruler.

"His Majesty is exceptionally powerful; how could anything happen to him? These female animals sent to the arena are the best proof
!" the radish-like being responded with exaggerated gestures. "Today's contestants are the female swordsman and the female thief. Their information
is over there. If you're interested, I, Lori, still have special tickets."

"Special tickets?" The middle-aged demon perked up, but looked at the radish-person with suspicion: "Impossible
, they usually sell out instantly, how could there be any left?" "

The Demon King said that these two female beasts have to compete in ten matches each time, each match being best-of-five
, and it's stipulated that seven matches have special tickets available for public sale." The radish-person, calling herself Lori, explained: "However
, special tickets are usually sold to noble gentlemen, and the price is a bit..."

"Name your price." The middle-aged demon's eyes widened, as if another eye had appeared in his pupils.

As someone on the front lines of reception, the radish-person had naturally encountered all sorts of customers, especially the diverse races of demons
. The middle-aged man's change didn't frighten him; he calmly quoted the relevant prices.

Taking a deep breath, the middle-aged demon, under the astonished gaze of the young man, took out a certain amount of money from his pocket
and exchanged it for the special ticket, as well as a regular ticket for the young man.

"Uncle," the young demon said, puzzled. Why would his usually stingy uncle
spend so much money on some kind of special ticket?

"Alright, go ahead." The middle-aged demon led the young demon towards the arena, while he himself followed the instructions
to the special room.

"Sir, your ticket is for the tenth match. Would you choose the female warrior or the female thief?" A sweet voice
came from the maid in the special room. She had a pair of bright, gleaming compound eyes and pointed to
two posters hanging on the wall.

Night Butterfly Clan, perhaps? Looking at the jet-black butterfly wings behind the maid and her flat chest, a symbol of her race
, the middle-aged demon thought to himself. However, his gaze was already fixed on the posters.

A girl with long golden hair, wielding two swords, assumed a sideways, starfish-shaped fighting stance. However, being
completely naked, not only were her round, ball-like breasts, blood-red nipples, slender waist, and flat
stomach visible, but even her white labia and sparse pubic hair were exposed. The poster read 'Mother
Swordsman'.

The "Mother Thief" was a petite girl with her black hair tied in a ponytail. Her upper body was covered by a short blouse, but a thin
veil partially obscured her face. Holding a dagger in a reverse grip, her legs were bent, one in front of the other, revealing her
hairless vulva. Her waist and hips were not large, seemingly girlish, but her breasts were extremely large,
forming a deep valley without any effort.

After much deliberation, the middle-aged demon decided to choose the Mother Swordsman. He vividly remembered that she was the first
to storm his caravan, not only killing all the guards but also stealing all the goods he had painstakingly purchased,
burning what she couldn't carry. If it weren't for the Demon King's order that the Demon Army would be responsible for any losses caused by the hero's raid
, he would have gone bankrupt long ago, unable to pay off his debts even by selling himself.

After the selection, those who had purchased special tickets, like him, were seated at the front of the arena, allowing them
to watch the matches up close. A small booklet was placed on the table next to his seat.

It contained the Mother Swordsman's skill set, along with information on damage, power, skill effects, and
how to use them.

"Aaaaaah!"

A deafening cheer brought the middle-aged demon's will back to the arena. From either side of the aisle, a minotaur led in a human female swordsman, and a pig-headed man led in a human female thief. Both wore spiked crowns
made of metal . 　　"Special clients for the first match, please proceed to the control panel at the front." The voice of the black butterfly maidservant, which had been heard earlier , rang out again. At the same time, two demons of different forms stepped forward. 　　At their choice, the female swordsman donned a light green dress, while the female thief donned a long blouse and trousers made entirely of mesh. 　　After the whistle blew, the female swordsman and the female thief, who had initially been allies, immediately began their duel, their attacks so ruthless that they clearly considered each other mortal enemies. 　　The first round of the first match ended with the female thief using her left hand to block a longsword, deflecting the female swordsman's attack with her arm bone. She then lunged into the swordsman's arms, plunged her dagger into her abdomen, and slashed downwards, performing a gruesome act of disembowelment before the demons, eliciting cheers from the crowd. 　　After the outcome was decided, a staff member resembling an earthworm crawled onto the stage and licked the blood from both women with his tentacles. He then fed each of them a bottle of dark green potion, and finally, witnessed by the demons, the two women, who had been covered in wounds, were restored to normal. 　　Match after match, round after round, finally reached the middle-aged demon's final match. Sitting before the controller, he held a short stick in his left hand to control the female swordsman's movements, while his right hand had eight buttons for light, medium, and heavy hand and foot attacks, as well as jumping and crouching. 　　"Sir, which mode would you like to choose? And do you need any further explanation?" Standing beside the control panel, a maidservant, presumably from the Mantis clan, with long scythes on the back of both hands, asked coldly. 　　"Full Awakening Mode." This wasn't the first time the middle-aged demon had chosen this mode; he had already decided. "No clothes needed, use the Avenger to disguise memories."

The mantis maid, expressionless, turned and inputted the client's request into the magic crystal in front of her.
The female swordsman, who had just fully recovered, immediately clutched her head and screamed in agony.

The spiked crowns worn by the female swordsman and the female thief weren't meant to directly inflict pain; the spikes not only pierced
the skin but, more importantly, connected to different parts of their brains, then were programmed via magical pulses.

The "fully conscious mode," as the middle-aged demon had described, kept the female swordsman's consciousness clear,
ensuring she understood everything before her, without suppressing her pain or causing her to faint from the intense agony.
As for the "fake memories," they were to allow the female swordsman to accept control of her body, implanting false
memories into her brain for a short period. The avenger chosen by the middle-aged demon was someone for whom the female swordsman willingly relinquished control of her body
to someone else, using their skills to personally kill her enemies.

The pamphlet was to show special ticket holders how to press the buttons to unleash their moves
. All of this was a contraption constructed by the Demon King using mental magic to entertain the masses.

Not long after, the naked female swordsman stood up menacingly, her beautiful eyes filled with rage as she glared
at the female thief who had also just risen.

The middle-aged demon's skills weren't particularly refined, but his goal wasn't to win. Whenever the female thief stepped forward and
risked an attack, he would control her to use different parts of her body to block, subjecting her to a thousand cuts
, a brutal torture.

Due to his skillful control, each of the female thief's blows wasn't very damaging, but after dozens of blows , the female swordsman eventually collapsed on the field from blood loss, drawing a loud jeer
from the audience . In 　　the second round, the middle-aged man changed his style, letting the female swordsman attack back and forth, intending to play five rounds to give her enough time to enjoy herself. 　　At the end of the five rounds, the female swordsman was like a tattered rag doll, her body completely mangled. Her intestines spilled onto the ground , some wrapped around her long, slender legs, one of her kidneys had ruptured, and her bladder had been cut open, gushing out pale yellow urine. Her bright, beautiful eyes were now blinded in one eye from crouching down to parry a dagger. 　　"In today's competition, the female thief wins with a record of five wins, two losses, and three draws!" The voice of the Black Butterfly Clan maidservant rang out again, and simultaneously, a specially made frame was pushed onto the arena. 　　The female swordsman, who had just been healed again, experienced a complete relapse of her memories after the fabricated memories were removed. Completely thrown into chaos, she was limply lifted and suspended on the frame with her limbs facing upwards . 　　Ten clients who had controlled the female swordsman walked onto the stage, leering at her beautiful, delicate body suspended like livestock . What followed was the gang rape feast that excited the demons. 　　By the time it was the middle-aged demon's turn, the female swordsman's vagina was already filled with semen; a large amount of white, cloudy semen flowed out whenever her labia were pulled open. 　　However, he didn't care. He unzipped his pants, pulled out his already erect penis, and inserted it directly into her, his spiked member pointing upwards . 　　"No...no...don't do it again..." The female swordsman wasn't screaming because she saw the other's penis; it was simply an instinctive plea for mercy due to the overwhelming stimulation. But her cries abruptly ceased when the middle-aged demon penetrated her. 　　Her most delicate area, already injured from the previous gang rape, was now weakened by the insertion of a spiked club, causing profuse bleeding. Each thrust of the middle-aged demon's hips, his penis moving in and out of her vagina , brought forth streams of blood, making the arena even more exciting. 　　Finally, the middle-aged demon thrust forcefully, his barbed penis forcefully forcing open the tightly closed cervix, penetrating her uterus and spraying out his semen. 　　After he withdrew, the area between the female swordsman's legs was a fountain of blood, a mixture of crimson and milky white. She could only stare blankly at the floor, her heart filled with regret, resentment, helplessness, and humiliation . She desperately wanted to die, to escape this living hell. 　　However, the continuous use of potent restorative medicines made from demonic earth herbs had already left indelible aftereffects on her body. This transformation, known as demonization, granted her a tenacious vitality and a thirst for the source of demonic energy. 　　Unfortunately, everything she possessed was merely a tool for the Demon King's amusement. After the mantis maid manipulated the magic crystal again , reverting to the initial settings, the once-proud female swordsman of the Human Alliance addressed all the demons present in a fawning tone . 　　"Greetings, citizens of the demon realm," the female swordsman's bright, clear voice amplified by amplification magic . "I am a humanoid urinal from the Human Alliance. My greatest hobby is semen, so I hope everyone will use me enthusiastically and shoot all their semen into me, because I am everyone's Mother Swordsman, the livestock to deal with your lusts." 　　On the other side of the arena, the victorious female thief also received a reward: she was restored to her original personality, and as a member of the Human Alliance's Hero Squad, she watched her former comrade, the female swordsman, lose her dignity and perform under the name of 'Mother Swordsman'.

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