Beatrice didn’t need to hear what the hairball of an announcer said to know that nothing good was coming her way. The skeletal leader of the arena staff gestured his order and all his seventeen shirtless underlings moved in her direction.
Beatrice hard a card she could play. Back at the end of the first round, while the announcer commented the remaining battles, Beatrice spent her time in the ring of fire reading potential Skills she could upgrade or acquire. One of those Skills she made note of but did not acquire as it would be a one-time use for this tournament. The succubus had thought to save a Skill Point for that Skill in case she might need it in the final of the tournament, as an emergency. The emergency came sooner thanks to her acting all heroic-like.
But first… The announcer’s mind-tearing voice that incapacitated the succubus. The damage was substantial, but Beatrice’s passive healing already recovered over half of the Health Points lost while the announcer spent her time gloating or something.
| Health Points | 470/560 (+1.00/sec) |
The loss of hearing as well as persisting disorientation, pain, and bleeding was no small matter, however. Beatrice wanted to be in her top shape for things to come, and that meant only one thing.
“Ahn~!” Beatrice moaned as she jerked her body. “W-what’s… Oh! What’s happening!?”
The shirtless men froze in place because of the sudden unexpected development.
Beatrice caressed her buxom body, massaged her breasts through the thin cloth that revealed the position and form of her nipples. The succubus moved her hands lower, sliding her fingertips across her belly, skirt, thighs. She touched her penis through her skirt, then slid her hands under the skirt.
“Wow! Getting aroused at the thought of getting fisted by eighteen men!” Felicia grimaced in disgust. “A pervert that might just match Bloody Mary in her depravity! You might have been quite a pair in another life!”
“You think she heard what you said?” John asked Felicia.
“Huh? Oh… You’re right!” Felicia paused a moment in thought. “She didn’t cum while she played with Mary, right? Then my analysis is even more true! A first-class pervert that just wants to cum as much as possible before her demise!”
Beatrice did not hear what Felicia said. She could not even hear herself, so she had to go off memory. The memory of her voice, the memory of Mary’s face as she came all over herself. Felicia’s attack did do a number on Beatrice, so as she played with herself beneath her skirt, she cast [Arousing Touch] on herself to get into the mood faster.
“How long do you plan to stand there like clueless sheep!?” Felicia asked the shirtless men. “Never saw a girl masturbate before? Didn’t I give you an order?”
The shirtless group took a couple more steps further toward the succubus—
“YYUAAAH!?” Beatrice cried out and hiked up her skirt, revealing her strengthening cock to the world.
“UAAH!?” several men recoiled.
“Another one!?” John was taken aback.
“Ah! The princess’s cum must be infected!” Beatrice moaned as she stroked her growing erection that was well on the way to its full eight-inch potential. “I shouldn’t have licked that drop of Mary’s cum that landed on my lips! Oh! The… The spores! The cum spores! They’re everywhere! Infecting everyone that breathes them in! Infecting them with cock! UAHH! I’m… I’m burning up!”
“Cum spores!?” one shirtless man asked in disbelief.
“No way!” another said while he looked around, trying to find the mythical spores.
“T-there!” another man pointed at some dust particle in the air.
“WAAH! For real!?” a shirtless man ran in the pointed direction.
Bullshit! Felicia thought, but couldn’t stop herself from taking a nervous, self-preserving step back.
“Chris! What are you doing!?” one of the shirtless men called out to the one who ran in the direction of a flying spec of dust. “You want to get infected!?”
“Ah!? N-n-no!” Chris froze in place. “I… I just wanted to confirm if it was indeed a cum spore!”
“UAHH!” Beatrice played up her moaning game as she masturbated with one hand and fingered her pussy with another. “Why? I’ve never had a cock before… But… Why do cocks feel so goooood!?”
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Beatrice didn’t need to hear what the hairball of an announcer said to know that nothing good was coming her way. The skeletal leader of the arena staff gestured his order and all his seventeen shirtless underlings moved in her direction.
Beatrice hard a card she could play. Back at the end of the first round, while the announcer commented the remaining battles, Beatrice spent her time in the ring of fire reading potential Skills she could upgrade or acquire. One of those Skills she made note of but did not acquire as it would be a one-time use for this tournament. The succubus had thought to save a Skill Point for that Skill in case she might need it in the final of the tournament, as an emergency. The emergency came sooner thanks to her acting all heroic-like.
But first… The announcer’s mind-tearing voice that incapacitated the succubus. The damage was substantial, but Beatrice’s passive healing already recovered over half of the Health Points lost while the announcer spent her time gloating or something.
| Health Points | 470/560 (+1.00/sec) |
The loss of hearing as well as persisting disorientation, pain, and bleeding was no small matter, however. Beatrice wanted to be in her top shape for things to come, and that meant only one thing.
“Ahn~!” Beatrice moaned as she jerked her body. “W-what’s… Oh! What’s happening!?”
The shirtless men froze in place because of the sudden unexpected development.
Beatrice caressed her buxom body, massaged her breasts through the thin cloth that revealed the position and form of her nipples. The succubus moved her hands lower, sliding her fingertips across her belly, skirt, thighs. She touched her penis through her skirt, then slid her hands under the skirt.
“Wow! Getting aroused at the thought of getting fisted by eighteen men!” Felicia grimaced in disgust. “A pervert that might just match Bloody Mary in her depravity! You might have been quite a pair in another life!”
“You think she heard what you said?” John asked Felicia.
“Huh? Oh… You’re right!” Felicia paused a moment in thought. “She didn’t cum while she played with Mary, right? Then my analysis is even more true! A first-class pervert that just wants to cum as much as possible before her demise!”
Beatrice did not hear what Felicia said. She could not even hear herself, so she had to go off memory. The memory of her voice, the memory of Mary’s face as she came all over herself. Felicia’s attack did do a number on Beatrice, so as she played with herself beneath her skirt, she cast [Arousing Touch] on herself to get into the mood faster.
“How long do you plan to stand there like clueless sheep!?” Felicia asked the shirtless men. “Never saw a girl masturbate before? Didn’t I give you an order?”
The shirtless group took a couple more steps further toward the succubus—
“YYUAAAH!?” Beatrice cried out and hiked up her skirt, revealing her strengthening cock to the world.
“UAAH!?” several men recoiled.
“Another one!?” John was taken aback.
“Ah! The princess’s cum must be infected!” Beatrice moaned as she stroked her growing erection that was well on the way to its full eight-inch potential. “I shouldn’t have licked that drop of Mary’s cum that landed on my lips! Oh! The… The spores! The cum spores! They’re everywhere! Infecting everyone that breathes them in! Infecting them with cock! UAHH! I’m… I’m burning up!”
“Cum spores!?” one shirtless man asked in disbelief.
“No way!” another said while he looked around, trying to find the mythical spores.
“T-there!” another man pointed at some dust particle in the air.
“WAAH! For real!?” a shirtless man ran in the pointed direction.
Bullshit! Felicia thought, but couldn’t stop herself from taking a nervous, self-preserving step back.
“Chris! What are you doing!?” one of the shirtless men called out to the one who ran in the direction of a flying spec of dust. “You want to get infected!?”
“Ah!? N-n-no!” Chris froze in place. “I… I just wanted to confirm if it was indeed a cum spore!”
“UAHH!” Beatrice played up her moaning game as she masturbated with one hand and fingered her pussy with another. “Why? I’ve never had a cock before… But… Why do cocks feel so goooood!?”
YuujiEveryleaf
Thank you for reading! :)
Consider supporting me and donating on my Patreon here. (60 extra chapters are currently available)
Don't forget to add this story to your reading list and favorite the chapter if you enjoyed it
Special thanks for supporting my writing goes out to my generous S-ranked Patrons: Torasque, Mega, and VanDerWaalz!
