Brave Records 1-28 + Side Story - Lisa 29 + 28.5 Side Story

Author: Brave One Word Count: 21357
Foreword
: 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 villagers drinking and boasting after their meals, some of the guests today were noticeably different.
This was a small town called Catheran, located on the border between the Kingdom of Barton and the Kingdom of Kalans. It was a lawless region, and the town wasn't wealthy, so few people usually came here. But today, people flocked to the town. Humans, elves, night demons, orcs—species that rarely gathered together—all came. 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 its unique location, far removed from the control of the two kingdoms' capitals, Catherine became a lawless place. However, it possessed the ruins of a massive ancient gladiatorial arena. Initially, it was just a place where bandits and robbers would engage in fights that barely qualify as duels. Later, they gradually began to stake their goods, money, and even women.
Over time, this activity grew and expanded. To ensure the value 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 sufficient supplies.
As the supplies became increasingly valuable, 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 capitals, so the other kingdoms could only turn a blind eye. They came mainly to watch the participants brutally fight for rare treasures or beautiful women.
The competition has few rules, divided into group battles and individual battles. Once the competition begins, it continues until one side surrenders or dies. The victor gains all the treasures and property pledged by the loser. If the loser pledged a woman, the victor can enjoy that woman until the end of the competition, which is a full month. Of course, if the opponent dies, the woman belongs to the victor. But even for the surviving loser, their woman will be mostly worn out after a month.
Many victors even have sex with their "loot" on the spot, which is a highlight of the competition. Of course, the quality of your "goods" determines the stage you can participate in; the better the "pledge," the more generous the "reward."
Starting tonight, this simple bar has become the registration point for the competition, and many people have gathered here early 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 decided to go to the tavern for a hearty meal. Although the tavern was simple, the landlady was an excellent cook. Thinking this, I left my room.
Strangely, there were an unusually large number of people today. Yesterday, the inn had hardly any guests, but today it seemed to be full. After finally squeezing out of the inn, I saw a few people still queuing outside, peering inside, seemingly not believing the sign outside that the rooms were full. This town didn't have many people to begin with, so it was strange to suddenly have so many more. What was even stranger was that many of them were carrying weapons. Could it be that some rare monster had appeared nearby? Thinking this, I felt a surge of excitement. Perfect, I could get some materials to replace my dual swords, but I needed to fill my stomach first.
As I approached the tavern, I spotted several shadowy figures lurking around a corner in the distance. Curiosity compelled me to investigate, so I crept closer. Several young men were standing with their backs to me, seemingly robbing me. They hadn't even noticed me behind them, suggesting their weapons were merely decorative… I stopped to see what was going on.
"What are you doing?"
a young woman asked. Her long ears indicated she wasn't human, but the moon was obscured by clouds, making it impossible to 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 target…" The leader of
the group spoke, moving closer to the woman. She drew a dagger from her waist and swung it fiercely. The leader was startled and stumbled back. I initially intended to help, but seeing the woman draw her weapon, I hesitated. My master always taught me not to interfere in other people's battles. The others around me jeered and laughed.
"The boss's stunned!"
"Boss, if you won't go, I will!"
The moment the leader drew his knife from his waist, accompanied by a flash of light and a "bang," the woman's dagger was knocked to the ground. The leader then rushed behind her and grabbed her. Before she could even react, she was disarmed. I seemed to have underestimated these guys' abilities; it looks like this leader is quite capable.
"Let me go! Help!"
The woman's scream interrupted my thoughts. When I came to my senses, I saw that the leader had one hand on the woman's breast, kneading it, while his other hand, which I don't know when, had switched to a dagger and was pressed against her face, his tongue licking her cheek as he spoke.
"Take it as a deposit tomorrow. Let the guys have some fun tonight. Everyone's busy registering at the tavern, so no one's going to bother you no matter how loud you yell... Haha..."
The henchmen around him watched enviously as their boss's hand moved from her breasts down to between her legs. I was a little stunned by what I saw. I'd been practicing 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. Her 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 began to tremble.
"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 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.
"Want a piece of the pie, bro? Let us have our fun, then you can have your turn too."
I chuckled and snorted, then crouched down and charged forward. In the blink of an eye, I was right under one of the thugs' noses. The thug was still staring blankly at where I'd been, then suddenly jolted, remembering to look 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 snapped back up. 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. It all happened so fast that before the other thugs could even see what was going on, one of my brothers was already flying through the air, his splattered teeth making it 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'd run into a tough opponent and quickly shouted.
"Stop, sir! We were blind to your abilities! 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 to begin with."
After leaving the mountain, I learned that slaves existed in the world. This woman must have been one of the unfortunate ones. I had just heard her say that the goods were unclaimed, so I decided to give her a piece of my mind.
Ironically, I addressed her as "Madam" in a very formal way, but the leader knew he couldn't beat me, so he forced a smile and said, "Sorry, sorry, we didn't know these were your goods. We're sorry, we won't bother you
any longer." My master told me to avoid trouble and not to come home if I messed up. He wanted to have a peaceful old age... so I just casually agreed.
"Oh."
The leader was taken aback at first, not expecting me to agree so readily. He then said "Okay, okay" and told his men to run. 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 me. After a few steps, she spoke again.
"Are you here for the hunting competition too?"
"Hunting competition? Are there really rare bosses around here?"
She paused for a moment after hearing my question, then said.
"You don't know? Then what are you doing in Kaslan?"
"I was passing through and saw that it was quiet and not crowded, 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?"
She gave me a brief introduction to the hunting competition on the way, 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 pause after she finished speaking, and then I would pause after she finished speaking...
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: The 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, it looked 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 and said,
"You don't have to fight so hard if there's a good show to watch!"
Good show my foot, I was starving. As I got further in, I heard cheers mixed with groans that I couldn't tell if it was pain or pleasure. When I finally squeezed inside, I looked up and was immediately dumbfounded.
The scene before them was open and spacious, a stark contrast to the crowded surroundings. In the center stood a simple, ordinary dining table, but the food was scattered all over the floor. A mature woman, completely naked, lay sprawled on the table, writhing weakly. Behind her, a burly orc was repeatedly thrusting into her vagina, groaning arrogantly.
"Human women are so tight, hahaha, isn't it great!"
he grumbled, his hips moving rapidly as he spoke. The woman's large breasts pressed limply against the table, the flesh jiggling with each thrust, making those around drool. Upon closer inspection, it turned out this woman was none other than the tavern owner. It seemed their dinner plans for the night were completely ruined.
Some even pulled down their pants and started masturbating, uttering lewd remarks.
"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 until you were begging me to fuck you!"
"Yeah! She always pretends to be so dignified and virtuous, but look at her under the orc's big cock, she's all wet 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 boss's wife over and laid her on the table. Only then did I see that the boss's wife's hair was disheveled, her face was flushed, and she was drooling everywhere. She was clearly a different person from the dignified and kind boss's wife I usually saw. The orc then inserted his thick penis back into the boss's wife's honey hole and began to thrust vigorously. The sounds of flesh colliding with her lustful fluids were incessant.
"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 slut got here so quickly. You were saying no, no, 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 – clearly the orc's doing. Just then, the woman from before squeezed through the crowd, about to complain to me about why I hadn't helped her, when she was suddenly stunned by the scene before her. The proprietress was still trembling in waves of orgasm, but the orc didn't care at all. His huge penis was thrusting in and out of her honey pot, splashing her juices everywhere, some even landing on the faces of the surrounding villagers. Some villagers immediately licked it up, excitedly shouting,
"So slutty! Fuck this slut 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 she 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 grinning at me.
"Little brother, is this your first time here? I advise you not to get involved in this mess."
I looked him up and down. He was thin, about a head taller than me, with the dark blue skin typical of the 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 noticed me looking him up and down and continued speaking.
"This orc is Krusa Ironclaw, the second son of Sakrod, the vice-chief of the Northern Kingdom of Loku. He's inherently cruel and lewd. Even if you could defeat him, there are at least 20 henchmen in this tavern. Even if you were strong enough to beat everyone, you'd likely have a hard time leaving Kassaran alive. Judging by the young lady you've brought, you're probably here to participate. Either you can just watch the show, or you could register early and leave the tavern. 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 slut's little mouth is so horny...licking me...it feels so good...it's worth dying for..."
He then grabbed the landlady's head and began thrusting violently. The landlady's mouth was stuffed full, and she could only make "woo woo" sounds. Saliva splashed everywhere with the thrusting of his penis. Krusa seemed to ignore the human's involvement, still vigorously thrusting his hips, ruthlessly fucking the landlady's anus. The people around watched with envy but dared not join in. Then, a villager in front shouted,
"Ah...ah...I'm coming..."
A thick stream of semen shot directly into the landlady's throat. The villager used his penis to push it in hard, and the landlady could only whimper and swallow the foul-smelling semen. After ejaculating, the villager collapsed to the ground and was immediately pulled away.
The landlady coughed twice, and before she could even cough up the remaining semen in her mouth, another large penis immediately shoved in and began to thrust. The villagers, seemingly with tacit approval, lined up one by one. The once unapproachable landlady could only obediently lick her ugly, dirty penis.
Krusa thrust even faster into the landlady's tender anus, suddenly pulling out and quickly inserting into her already overflowing vagina. The sudden attack caused the landlady's legs to straighten, her buttocks thrusting back forcefully, making it seem as if she herself craved being penetrated by that large penis.
This orgasm was even more intense; vaginal fluid gushed directly from her opening, her limbs trembled uncontrollably, and her lower abdomen convulsed repeatedly. The orgasm lasted for a full minute. Krusa seemed to finally decide to release, lifting the landlady up completely. The villagers in front, startled by the sudden detachment of the landlady's mouth, left a milky white arc in the air, causing a burst of laughter from the surrounding crowd.
Those behind could only sigh that it wasn't their turn. Krusa roared twice, thrusting and pounding into her several times with incredible speed, tightly embracing the landlady. His enormous penis grew even thicker, and it seemed as if he could see his semen gushing into her tender vagina, spraying deep into her uterus. The landlady had no chance to dodge, letting the thick, hot semen fill her body. Krusa grabbed her 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 fighting.
The landlady, who had somehow woken up, tearfully took some clothes and draped them over her, carrying her to the back. He didn't even dare look at Krusa. Krusa laughed as he pulled up his pants and shouted,
"Bring wine and food!" The onlookers,
having finished watching the spectacle, all avoided his gaze. A few villagers who had "participated" huddled together, quietly discussing the outcome of their battle.
"Haha, I told you long ago how good her mouth technique was! Now you believe me, right? Her little cunt is even tighter and feels even better!"
"Stop bragging, but I finally got to fuck her little mouth today. I'm usually satisfied with just a kiss, but I never thought I'd get to properly cum in that mouth I've been dreaming of."
Afterwards, the tavern resumed its normal conversation, and people continued to sign up with their "deposits." Many villagers were there to see what kind of eye candy they would get this year.
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 lean on me, a complete stranger, there must be something very important on her mind. 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, falling back to the floor.
"Why did you scare me!"
I called out, and she seemed genuinely frightened, her eyes filled with tears as she said pitifully,
"I was going to wait for you to wake up, but you didn't wake up for a long time, so I got distracted, and then you suddenly sat up!"
I scratched my head helplessly.
"Ah...ah...let's go get some breakfast first..."
Although the inn served breakfast, we decided to take a detour to the tavern to check on the landlady. When we arrived at the tavern, we didn't see the landlady, only the owner serving customers, his eyes red-rimmed. We went over and asked about the landlady's condition. The owner looked at us gratefully and said that she would be fine after some rest. The owner's weak tone was indeed pitiful.
We then ordered breakfast and started eating, but there weren't many people in the tavern today. Curious, I asked the owner what happened, and he told us.
"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..."
Seeing the shopkeeper fall into worry again, 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 half. Although the patterns and carvings on the walls were old and dilapidated, we could still see some ingenious designs.
As we approached the entrance, we could hear a commotion inside. Others, like us, were still 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 itself was circular, but the arena was square, about 500 square meters in size. It was completely separated from the audience by a deep ditch, with only eight narrow passages leading from under the audience to the arena. 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 some bad seats.
"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 explorers often found it in dragon lair. This stone amplifies sound by a factor of two and reflects it back. After being crafted into a spiral shape, it became a powerful amplification device.
"Without further ado, I hereby declare the 13th Hunting Competition officially open today! All participants must strictly abide by the rules and accept the consequences of their bets! Today's competition is the individual F-rank competition."
A deafening roar of cheers erupted from the arena.
"What? Individual 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 richer the prizes, the more skilled the participants, and of course, the more expensive the tickets."
Oh, I see. I was just secretly glad the tickets weren't too expensive. Looks like if I don't make some money, I might not even be able to afford to watch the competition…
"The results of the first draw are: Number 13 versus Number 7!"
With another cheer, the sound of chains echoed around. Two giant iron cages rose from the two corners of the venue. One cage contained a large pile of gold coins and several rather unique-looking weapons. The other cage held a slender girl who looked only 16 or 17 years old, but her figure was already quite mature, indicating she hadn't lacked "nurturing"—her breasts were at least a C-cup. She looked quite energetic. Her master was a middle-aged man in his thirties or forties, a shield-wielding swordsman, while her opponent was an archer in his early thirties, carrying several daggers. With a resounding "thud," the first battle officially began.
The archer leisurely took an arrow from his back and nocked it.
"I noticed your woman when you entered. I didn't expect the gods to have truly chosen me. Where did you get such a beautiful girl?"
The opponent gave him a cold look, 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 the 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 pulled 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 his tender flesh with his wicked seed.
She hated her father for his unrepentant habit of venting his frustrations on her every time; her face, mouth, breasts, vagina, anus, every inch of her skin still faintly remembered his semen. 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!"
"Watch Rayleigh do her!"
Anya looked uneasy; this morbid atmosphere seemed only palpable to her, sitting in the audience. Perhaps she was imagining herself as the girl, considering the consequences of her loss.
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 moment. On his journeys, he had only encountered vulgar prostitutes; this kind of girl was what he wanted. After he was done with her, he could use her as leverage in the next competition, perhaps even winning the championship and dominating the Elf 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 incredibly alluring. He didn't care and squatted down, sucking hard on one nipple.
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 sucked on the girl's breasts. A closer look revealed that the arena floor was inlaid with dragon-sound stones—the organizers had certainly 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 the impatient Rayleigh had already inserted his fingers into her vagina.
Suddenly, the girl resisted, pushing 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 swung it triumphantly in front of the girl. He grabbed her hair and pulled her up, the girl offering only weak resistance but unable to stop him.
He shoved his penis into her mouth, stretching it taut. Then, Rayleigh began rhythmically thrusting his penis back and forth, the girl's mouth making slurping sounds. He gradually increased the force, thrusting his hips rapidly. Each time he entered, the girl's nose would hit Rayleigh's lower abdomen, and each time he withdrew, the girl would gag, but still couldn't stop his 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 the audience, as if he was about to complete a great feat. Then, he placed his hands on the girl's slender waist, his monstrous member pressing tightly against her tender bud, slowly pushing inside.
"Oh! Damn! So tight! Did your daddy fuck you properly...? Why is your little hole so tight...? Damn..."
Rayleigh said as he began to thrust.
"How is it? Bigger than your daddy's, right?"
Every time the girl heard the word "daddy," 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, and her vagina slowly became wet.
"Hahaha, you slut, isn't it much better than when your daddy 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 being fucked so hard that she couldn't even beg for mercy, 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 that told people that the little cunt was already overflowing, and occasionally, lustful water would spurt out from the gap between the cunt 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 lay on top of her. The girl couldn't bear his weight, and the two of them ended up on the ground. Rayleigh's hips continued to twitch slightly, seemingly firing his cannon at the girl's tender hole, while the girl trembled uncontrollably. This attack had clearly brought her to orgasm.
The entire venue was filled with an obscene atmosphere. Some villagers with families couldn't resist and were already working on 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 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 used as bets in 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. But in my opinion, the F-level participants were limited, 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 by the organizers.
After leaving the arena, Anya seemed to waver in her decision; her unease was written all over her face. The two remained silent, ate a quick meal at a tavern, and returned to the inn. The tavern owner was still immersed in sorrow; when we arrived, he was numbing himself with alcohol.
(The End)
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 today.
Anya attracted a lot of attention along the way. Although I knew Anya was beautiful, I hadn't seen many beautiful women, so I wasn't sure what level she was at, but she was definitely pleasing to the eye. Today, she had changed out of her bulky cloak, and her form-fitting clothes perfectly showed off her exquisite figure. Sometimes I would stare at her, 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 were really making huge profits mostly came from all over the world, bringing 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 ape, the mantle 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 while 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 become a wanton young woman, guaranteed to make you feel like you're in heaven. If you're lucky, it's only 5 gold coins."
I was startled by this bastard old man. Putting aside whether his medicine was real or fake, 5 gold coins could buy me several days of lavish meals. Besides, it wouldn't be good if his medicine was used for bad things. As I was pondering this, Anya punched me hard in the waist. I turned around and saw her glaring at me fiercely. She must have misunderstood and thought I was thinking of buying it.
The old man, watching this scene, continued to chuckle and recommend, "Haha, look at this girl, she's got a fiery temper! 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 blunt 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 see." 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 notice 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 suddenly 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.
Seeing the boss gritting his teeth, it seemed he hadn't gotten over that trauma yet; after all, it's hard for anyone to let go. But seeing the wine in his hand, he was afraid he might do something foolish. Then, the boss squeezed through the crowd and headed towards the council hall. Anya and I exchanged a glance, having the same thought: was the boss going to participate in the competition? That was clearly courting death.
Anya and I followed behind him, and sure enough, the boss staggered into the council hall. Anya and I quickly chased after him and stopped him. When the boss saw us, his eyes were 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?" As expected, Anya was smart; she immediately got to the point.
"Don't worry about me, I can find someone, I can pawn my tavern!"
Anya frowned, having tried to persuade the owner for a long time without success, so she said to me, "I'll stay here and watch the owner. The only one who can persuade him is the proprietress. Go and find her!" Seeing
this, I had no choice but to nod and run out of the council hall 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 owner was out of his mind and hadn't even locked the door before leaving. I circled the tavern but didn't find the proprietress. 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 penis was 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 the woman's honeyed hole with all his might, the sounds of their coupling making a constant squelching noise. 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 slut! 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 be pulled out along with the penis 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... and 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 his penis in without any difficulty, and then began to vigorously thrust his hips, as if trying 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 disappeared early this morning, leaving this slut at home, just so we could 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, that tongue is so tempting... yes...
just lick like that... ah... ah... I'm coming!"
The man held the woman's head tightly, his buttocks shaking in waves. Seeing the woman's throat constantly swallowing, it was clear that the man had shot a huge load of semen into that little mouth. After he finished, the man immediately collapsed on the ground, panting.
"Ha... ha... this slut almost drained me dry."
As soon as the woman's mouth was cleared, her head returned to its normal position, allowing me to see her face clearly. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were glazed, and saliva mixed with semen dripped from the corners of her mouth, yet she looked incredibly happy, like a female dog in heat, her tongue lolling out as she moaned loudly. Although I couldn't believe what I was seeing, it was definitely the landlady.
"...Ah...faster...faster...fuck...fuck me to death...ah...fuck me to death...dear husband...fuck this slut to death...faster...I'm coming again...ah...ah..."
"Quickly gag her, it won't be good if someone hears!" Saying this, the man picked up the landlady and, ignoring the filth in her mouth, kissed her. Their tongues intertwined, exchanging saliva and semen. The other man, seemingly rested enough, walked behind the landlady, guided his penis, and inserted it into her anus. The two men, one in front and one behind, were cooperating enthusiastically.
"Haha, that secret drug I bought this morning is really amazing! Look how wild this slut is, she'll treat anyone like her husband. It's just too expensive. We'll chip in and buy another bottle later! We can fuck this whore to death and make her our sex slave!" A villager resting nearby said proudly.
So it was the drug at work. Knowing the reason, I suddenly realized why the landlady had become so lewd. I was worried about accidentally stumbling upon someone's good time, but now I was furious. I kicked the door open and rushed in.
Seeing someone rush in, several 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 landlady were so startled by the sudden turn of events that they ejaculated. The landlady trembled 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 down right now!"
The men, terrified, immediately knelt and begged for mercy, not caring how ridiculous their posture was. Although they deserved to die, if this got out, the landlady might not be able to hold on any longer, let alone the landlady. I waved the 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 isn't over yet. I'll settle the score with you when I think of a solution!"
Hearing that they could leave, the men scrambled out of the village, knowing that things weren't over and probably too scared to stay there any longer. I rushed over to help the landlady up, and a stench hit me. She was covered in semen; I had no idea how many times she'd been ejaculated on that day. As
I helped her up, unsure of what to do next, her hand suddenly reached for my erection. She opened her cherry-like mouth and said, "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 her up first; Anya must be getting impatient. If she caught me, I didn't know how I'd explain it!
I carried her to the bathroom. Along the way, she kept groping me. 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 rock hard. She seemed to be joking, rubbing her buttocks back. My hands, which were meant to wash her, unconsciously turned into kneading. I couldn't control myself in that situation.
We were like a newlywed couple in the wooden tub, our tongues intertwined at some point. The landlady rubbed against me back and forth, giving me an unprecedented experience. Suddenly, my penis seemed to hit a narrow crevice. Instinctively, I grabbed the landlady's breasts and pressed down hard, simultaneously thrusting my hips high. The landlady let out a soft moan, and my penis entered her. The warm, slippery sensation almost made me ejaculate. I gritted my teeth, wondering why those people could last so long.
We maintained this position, slowly thrusting 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 enormous among the humans I'd 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 my penis plunged into her warm honey hole again. Then I started thrusting hard without any skill. With each insertion, I could feel the head of my penis hitting a soft flesh wall.
"Ah...so good...ah...mmm...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 proprietress 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 proprietress's uterus. With the ejaculation, the proprietress's tongue suddenly 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 proprietress leaned weakly on my shoulder and whispered, "Th...thank you..."
After we got dressed, we became somewhat embarrassed, both of us blushing. The proprietress 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 would have to bring him back by force.
I'd been here for almost an hour, and Anya was probably itching to kill me. My coat was dirty and I couldn't wear it, so I just wore a light jacket underneath and rushed to the council hall, saying I hadn't found the landlady. While secretly plotting my next move, I arrived at the council hall.
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?
(The End)
Chapter Five: Unexpected Discovery After
circling the council hall twice without finding Anya and the landlady, I started 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, but 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, my unease grew stronger. Just when I was about to despair, my eyes suddenly caught sight of two figures in an inconspicuous alley. There were only two of them, which relieved me a little. I figured it was the boss who had drunk too much, and Anya had taken him there to vomit. I decided to scare them a bit, so I crept closer to the corner of the wall. But when I reached the corner, I couldn't hear their conversation or the boss vomiting. Feeling strange, I peeked out to see what was going on.
What I saw shocked me for the second time that day. The boss had Anya pinned against the wall, his large, alcohol-reeking mouth sucking wantonly at Anya's small mouth. His tongue pried open her teeth and swirled around inside her mouth. Anya's tongue was like a chick caught in the sight of an eagle, with nowhere to hide, being licked and played with at will. One of the boss's hands was kneading and rubbing Anya's full breasts. Several buttons were undone, and her bra was flipped up. Seeing her tender white breasts being squeezed into various shapes by the boss's rough hands, I couldn't react for a moment.
"Anna...it's my fault...I couldn't protect you...I'm so incompetent...uh..."
The boss, his voice trembling with sobs, squeezed out a few words through the crack while continuing to assault Anya's mouth. He seemed drunk, mistaking Anya for his mistress. His other hand rubbed Anya's vulva. Anya's panties had been pulled down at some point and were hanging on her ankles. The boss began to force his fingers into Anya's slit. Anya suddenly let out a wanton moan.
"...Mmm...No...No...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 continued to slowly penetrate her tender vulva. 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 only 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...becoming...so strange...ah..."
The boss ignored Anya's pleas and suddenly sucked on Anya's nipple with his big mouth, making loud sucking noises, just like a nursing baby. 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 slit, and the uncle's fingers went in a lot more, moving faster and faster, making lewd splashing sounds.
Seeing that the time was ripe, the boss released Anya and pulled down his pants. His already swollen penis sprang out, eyeing Anya's vulva with predatory intent, eager to thrust it in and brutally ravage her wanton cunt. With the boss releasing her, Anya regained her freedom, and a sliver of her reason returned. When she opened her dazed eyes, she saw the boss's erect glans, secreting fluid, proudly pressing against her vulva, seemingly asserting dominance. Anya struggled
, but how could a weak woman's strength compare to that of a retired veteran? The boss used his hand to guide his penis and began rubbing it back and forth at the entrance of Anya's vagina, the glans occasionally parting the tender labia to reveal the mysterious area inside.
The boss seemed to enjoy this pleasure, using Anya's labia to grip his penis and rub it back and forth. Anya was once again driven mad by the boss's actions, wishing that this large penis would immediately penetrate her body and brutally ravage her cunt. But in an instant, Anya was startled back to her senses by her own thoughts.
Anya forcefully shoved the unsuspecting boss away, instinctively raising her leg. Her knee struck the boss's penis, causing him to scream and collapse to the ground, clutching his genitals. This sight snapped me back to reality. I realized I was completely petrified in these situations—utterly useless. It's a pity my master never taught me how to handle this. Anya calmed herself down
and saw the boss had passed out, whether from drinking too much or the pain, I couldn't tell. I went outside and pretended to have just found them.
"Where the hell have you been? You've been gone for so long?"
I scratched my back guiltily, noticing Anya's clothes were already neatly arranged, and it seemed she had helped put the boss's pants on. I smiled and said,
"I searched the whole village, but the boss's wife wasn't at the tavern. When I came back, I didn't see you either, and after searching for ages, I finally found this place. I was thinking I'd have to use force to take the boss back, but you'd already taken care of everything."
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 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 previous 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 while 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.
After leaving the hotel, I followed the thugs closely to a building. A guy who looked like a security guard stopped them at the entrance. Then one of the thugs took something out of his pocket and showed it to the guard, who then turned and opened the door for them. The thug who took the item even turned back and proudly raised his chin at the others.
Was it some kind of private club? I didn't know what the thug was holding. The guard was a leopard-like man. Although I could force my way in, I didn't dare to act rashly without knowing what was inside, so I just circled the building.
While circling around to the side, I noticed a half-open window about two meters away. I double-jumped up and peered inside. It seemed to be a guest room, but it was empty. I carefully climbed over the wall and entered. The room looked quite spacious, suggesting it belonged to a wealthy family. I pushed open the door a crack and saw that the room was brightly lit, but everyone's backs were turned to me. I slipped out of the room. I was
momentarily disoriented by the intense light and it took me a while to adjust. The entire hall was about a hundred square meters. A crowd had gathered around a circular stage, which was surrounded by many oil lamps. The reason it was so bright was because each lamp base had a cat's eye stone embedded in it. These cat's eye stones were actually the hearts of red-tailed cats. I've never really understood the origin of the name "red-tailed cat," because it's at least the size of a leopard and extremely ferocious. So, although cat's eye stones aren't particularly rare, ordinary villagers still couldn't hunt red-tailed cats.
Scanning the crowd, I noticed a diverse mix of races, but humans, being the most numerous, were relatively few. A seductive laugh interrupted my thoughts, drawing my attention to the center of the stage.
On stage, an orc lay on the ground, a shapely, busty young woman straddling his hips, thrusting her body up and down. Her large breasts swayed with each thrust, her pale blue skin shimmering under the lights. She lewdly swayed her large buttocks, the orc's enormous penis appearing and disappearing between her vulva, seemingly enjoying it immensely.
Unlike the male Night Demons' deep blue skin, the Night Demoness's skin was much lighter, translucent, giving the illusion of being composed of water. I'd heard along the way that the Night Demons were naturally unrestrained, but such open interspecies intercourse was rare among them, so it wasn't surprising that it attracted so many people.
Looking around, I saw at least a dozen orcs with serious expressions, weapons in hand, seemingly guards. Luckily, I hadn't managed to sneak in earlier; otherwise, I'd be crippled if not dead. The woman on the platform continuously swayed her alluring, plump buttocks, the sounds of their intercourse making a series of squelching noises. The orcs raised their hands and placed them on the woman's buttocks, kneading and shaking them, churning their large penises inside her wet vagina. The woman moaned and groaned like a sow.
Suddenly, the orc pressed the woman forward, kneeling down himself. The woman was now sprawled on the ground like a sow, her massive penis churning and manipulating within her wetness. The orc increased his force, withdrawing only a small portion each time before thrusting it back in. The impact of his semen and vaginal fluids created a series of slapping sounds as his penis slammed against her abdomen and buttocks, the flesh of her buttocks jiggling like splashing waves
. Another naked orc walked onto the stage, drawing cheers from the audience. Seeing his companion arrive, the orc lifted the woman, thrusting his hips forcefully, spreading her legs wide into an "M" shape, completely exposing her vagina to the crowd. Semen continuously seeped from her vagina, soaking his throbbing penis. The second orc, holding his penis, stepped forward and rubbed it against the woman's vaginal opening, letting the semen wet his glans.
Then, something astonishing happened. The orc shoved his massive penis into the already hesitant vagina. Both orc penises were fully inserted. The woman's head was thrown back, her eyes rolling upwards, seemingly reaching orgasm. A large amount of vaginal fluid gushed from their point of contact. The two orcs didn't slow down at all, vigorously ravaging the tender vagina from both ends. The woman's moans turned into intermittent sobs. The orc in front immediately took the woman's breasts, which were quite full even by orc standards, into his mouth, biting and rubbing the erect nipples back and forth. The slapping sounds of the three bodies echoed throughout the room.
Just then, a hand slapped me. I turned around in fright and saw it was the gang leader from a couple of days ago, grinning wickedly.
"What a coincidence, bro. Turns out we're kindred spirits."
I was stunned. Who was kindred spirits? But I couldn't lash out; a dozen orcs were watching.
"Sorry about that elf girl from last time, I didn't know she was your stuff, sir. How was it? Pretty good, huh? Everyone says elf girls' cunts are tight and slippery, that girl must be amazing to fuck. Too bad I don't have your luck, sir. If I ever get the chance, how about I get to fuck her too?"
I smiled awkwardly, putting on airs.
"I'll think about it when I'm in a good mood,"
the leader laughed, seeing an opportunity.
"You're so generous, sir. My name is Cassie, what's your name, sir?"
"Ren."
"Haha, Ren-ge, they say you become friends through fighting. If I ever get any good stuff, I'll definitely let you have a go."
As he spoke, he turned his gaze to the stage.
"This Night Witch is amazing, no less than an Elf. While Elf women are supposed to be holy, and sex is all about the feeling of conquest, this Night Witch is wanton, she can even fit two orcs' cocks in her, haha. They say her pussy softens with large cocks and tightens with small ones, her body's instincts are totally designed to be fucked!"
The formation on the stage had changed. The Night Witch was on top of an orc, her pussy still sucking and swallowing his huge cock. Another orc knelt behind her, his penis rapidly thrusting in and out of her anus. Another orc, who had appeared sometime earlier, was now vigorously fucking her mouth. The woman could only... With a muffled groan, her vagina began to spasm and tremble rhythmically again. This time, the orc beneath her roared and began to pour thick semen into her wet vagina. The woman, already in the throes of orgasm, was propelled to another climax by the scalding semen. Her body trembled rapidly, and her anus began to tighten in waves. The orc behind her also growled, pressing his buttocks firmly against the woman's large buttocks. A continuous stream of semen flowed out from the opening of her anus. The two orcs then rested their penises inside her wet vaginas, while the orc in front continued to hold the woman's head and slam it against his own abdomen. The dazed woman was only instinctively using her mouth to suck on the large penis.
I looked around and, seeing nothing of interest, decided to return the way I came. Cassie was so engrossed in watching that she didn't notice my departure, but I did notice that he and several others were wearing the same symbol: a pair of crossed broadswords in a tripod, which seemed to be the symbol of this gathering.
Back at the hotel, Anya was already asleep. After being woken up, she grumbled at me for a long time, but I eventually ended the mental attack by telling her I needed to conserve my energy to observe Kruza's strength tomorrow.
(The End)

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