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**Synopsis:** An old man dies, torn by regret. Due to his high karma, he has “near-limitless possibilities for reincarnation”. He chooses to reincarnate in a fantasy world as a voluptuous futanari succubus with big tits and an irresistible smile.
Erotic fiction that contains: Futanari/Dickgirls, Genderbending, Futa on Female, BDSM, Nymphos, Masochistic characters, Threesomes, Orgies, Facefuck, Deepthroat, Dom/Sub, Taken by Monsters, Corruption, Game factors, etc.
## 308: A Reward For Victory
“She actually did it…” Olivia muttered quetly.
Beatrice looked at her ninja friend and saw that rather than being amazed or happy for the unlikely survivor, Olivia was frustrated. The clenched fists, the subtle frown. *No wonder,* Beatrice wondered. *For someone so preoccupied with power, that was probably like looking at somebody she wished to be. Fighting against the odds and perceivering.* *Would she be able to claw out a victory in the same situation?*
John, the skeletal shirtless masked man, walked over to the sharkkin to check on Number Forty’s last opponent’s condition. After kneeling over and checking for vitals, he looked up to the announcer’s platform where the hairball was supposed to be. Just as the whispers and speculation among the spectators started to overshadow the elation of the concluded bloodbath, the small ball of hair appeared, wearing her mask like all the time.
John signaled something to the announcer with a single gesture of his hand, and after a brief pause, Thelicia announced with her amplified voice, “It looks like Number Forty-four is still hanging on for his life. I suppose it was too much to ask of Number Forty to end a match that is already over. What is she even doing?”
“Woah!”
“For real!?”
Astonished gasps, laughter, and some cheering spread among the crowds as they watched Number Forty use the half of the bladed boomerang she picked up and skin the dead tigerkin.
“That’s why she left that shark dude to slowly bleed out?”
“Haha, looks like it!”
Lilith did a crude job. The tigerkin’s fur was ruined with blood smears and imprice cuts. But it ended up good enough to serve it’s purpose: several pieces of fur for Lilith to cover her private areas that she had displayed for the amusement of the spectators for far too long.
“Hmph! How barbaric!” ‘Thelicia’ scoffed and crossed her arms. She then looked to John, who stood up over the sharkkin’s body signaled to her again, and said, “And Number Forty-four is no more! Number Forty is now officially the winner of this special round.”
The cheers of the crowds more than made up for the utter lack of the announcer’s enthusiasm who didn’t even bother to congratulate the winner.
“It turns out that none of our participants were worthy of putting princess Mary on all fours and taking her from behind,” ‘Thelicia’ shook her head, making light of the situation. “Perhaps it is for the best. Who knows, maybe the princess would have turned out to be a huge disappointment? If some of the rumors are to be believed, she might already be too lose for a commoner’s cock.”
More laughter from the crowds, reaffirming how easily and fearlessly they jumped at the opportunity to use the local royalty as the butt of jokes.
Beatrice felt slightly disappointed that she did not have the answer to that particular question. Despite being so close, despite getting her tail sucked by Princess Mary, the succubus had no knowledge of whether the princess was tight or loose.
“But enough of dwelling on the past!” the announcer said. “We have a winner after all! Someone who fought against the odds to prove her worth! And she did just that! Seven dead, the favor of the crowds won over, all by her own two hands! A feat worthy of recognition!”
The crowds clapped and cheered for Number Forty, who still managed to stand straight stood over the partially skinned corpse of the tigerkin, despite her wounds and the setting fatigue.
“Hmm, so our dear guests agree?” the announcer asked in a playful tone. “Should we reward Number Forty’s hard work?”
The overwhelming response from the crowds was clear.
“Haha, I see, I see… So be it! Number Forty! You fought admirably! Who am I to stand in the way of what you fought for? You wanted our honorable miss Ruby? You got her! The match begins immediately! Before miss Ruby has a chance to flee in terror, hehehe… Oh, I’ll even forgive you for wounding our dear spectators with your attack!”
“Seriously?” Beatrice gasped.
“Fucking bitch!” Olivia cursed.
While, at first, some in the crowds erupted in cheers, yelling in support for Number Forty, the excitement wore off quickly as the realization set in even amongst the stupidly drunk ones.
“Wait, she’ll fight *right* now?”
“After all that?”
“Won’t she just get swept aside in her condition?”
The mysterious white mask miss Ruby stepped forth from behind the group of shirtless buff men and walked toward Number Forty.
“BEGIN!!” ‘Thelicia’ yelled, all but laughing out loud.
## 309: Chance for Revenge Against the Blood-Drinking Bitch
“Hehe, I’ll let you make the first move,” the girl wearing fiery robes and a bloodied white mask said as she chuckled and she walked forward to meet her weary opponent.
“BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!”
“WHAT THE HELL!?!?”
“GIVE US A REAL MATCH!!”
“LET HER RECOVER FIRST!!”
“THELICIA SUCKS!!”
“WHAT’S YOUR PROBLEM!”
“THAT GIRL WAS STRONG ENOUGH TI KILL SEVEN PEOPLE AND YOU’LL JUST WASTE HER LIKE THAT!?”
“YEAH, SHE’S CHAMPION MATERIAL!”
“GO NUMBER FORTY!! KILL THAT MASKED BLOOD-DRINKING BITCH!”
A participant that just fought through a grueling seven-on-one rigged match and won the favor of the crowds was now instantly thrown against a stupidly strong opponent who had no company fighting in the arena in the first place. The spectators were displeased, to say the least.
“I’m guessing that this is not usual?” Beatrice asked Olivia.
“I… I mean, it’s not like I’ve been to a lot of these events,” Olivia was at a loss for words as she looked up to the furious spectators. “I certainly don’t remember the crowds ever reacting so strongly *against* what was happening in the arena. Also, this is just the second round, but we’re already down to seven participants remaining, *including* that Number Forty girl, who’s probably as good as dead.”
“Is this really how it’s going to be!?” Number Fifty shouted at the scrawny masked staff member, taking several swift steps toward him, her long gory hair flowing magnificently as if she used the best shampoos and conditioners this world had to offer. “How is this supposed to be a fair competition?”
John looked at Uma, carefully observing her movements, but did not answer a single word.
“Fair?” Number seven laughed as he sat on his rock with The Cleaver at his side. “Since when have these games ever been fair? Even the way they hand out weapons at random.”
“Making do with what you’re given is the way of the world,” Uma said as she sternly eyed Number Seven. “But that announcer is going out of her way to kill Number Forty! Setting the odds against her. Helping her opponents! Despicable!”
Number Seven sighed and shook his head with a grin. “And here I thought that killing your so-called ‘teammates’ would have set your head straight.”
The aura around Uma quickly darkened. The bangs of her gory hair fell over her eyes as she quietly muttered, “And here I thought it would act as a warning to the scum of the world.”
Number Seven’s right pectoral muscle twitched, and his grin grew wider.
Beatrice looked at the other two remaining participants. The human girl, Number Seventeen, sat farthest away from everyone, caressing her scarf. Meanwhile, the remaining beastkin woman sat on a rock, ripping bites out of what looked like some sort of stretchy jerky. This made Beatrice’s stomach growl and turn. *Oh, Fuck… W*ith all the excitement Beatrice couldn’t even remember the last time she ate something. *Oh, Fuck! Wasn’t that in the morning!? … Dear God, how long ago was that!? It has to be deep in the night by now!*
“Hmmm? Not making a move? Even though I’m so generously giving you a chance to land a powerful strike?” miss Ruby asked Number Forty over the distant boos and complains of the crowds around the arena. “You do remember that my mask is painted in your uncle’s blood, right? This is your chance for revenge! … The chance that you fought for so spectacularly? … His blood was *very* tasty!”
Number Forty did not budge. Her breathing calmed as more time passed since her previous fight.
“Nothing? Oh, who am I kidding? That old shitter’s blood was stale and reeked of incestuous thoughts!”
Number Forty stared right at miss Ruby with her one open eye but did not give in to provocation.
“Being boring pieces of shit must run in the family!” the masked girl yelled before turning and looking up to the announcer’s platform and shouting. “Hey, *Thelicia*, this shitter is just stalling for time! Do we have some sort of time limit or what? Aren’t you—AH!?”
The moment the masked girl turned even slightly from Number Forty, Lilith spat forth three small pink bubbles—no larger than pearls—and launched them at the masked girl. Miss Ruby only had the time to cry out before they burst violently right in her face, chest, and stomach, sending her flying back dozens of feet and sliding against the rocks, knocking up dust.
Number Forty sprinted forward, jumped up, and unleashed two more pink bubbles into the girl’s prone body to finish her off completely before she could recover. The bubbles connected with the robed figure and burst, sending more dust and debris in all directions.
## 310: Wonderful Bubbles!
“YEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!”
“Go, half-naked bubble girl!”
Though at first they the crowds fell silent in surprise, they then erupted in cheers at Number Forty’s perseverance and her decisive blow.
“Haah, haaah~” Lilith breathed heavily after landing a short distance from the explosions. As the dust settled, she wiped away the sweat from her one good eye, not even getting the chance to clean her face properly since the last fight.
“She did it!? Number Forty for the win!!”
“Marry me, Number Forty!”
“It kind of loses its meaning when you say that to every girl you fancy.”
“This time it’s different! She’s the one!”
“Oh, shut up, you fools! You really think this is over?”
“I hope it is!”
“Yeah, fuck that masked girl!”
“Can we gangbang her if she loses?”
“You don’t even know what she looks like!”
“So?”
“… Good point!”
While some amongst the spectators were skeptical of whether Number Forty’s attack had worked, Not a single person booed Lilith.
“Well, it certainly looks like our miss Ruby has little support amongst our dear crowds,” the announcer giggled. “Perhaps she should spend some quality time in the entertainment area after this round to grow her popularity?”
“Hell yeah! About time to rain some cum on her mask instead of the blood!” a beastkin cheered.
“Maybe she has no idea what she’s missing out on?” another spectator laughed.
“Wait, the announcer lady didn’t seem worried in the slightest about that Ruby bitch,” a tauruskin spectator pointed out as he viewed the giant viewing sphere that displayed the small crater where Ruby’s body lay. That body then moved.
“Not bad, not bad,” miss Ruby complemented Number Forty while slowly rising back to her feet. Though a single pink bubble was previously capable of outright killing Lilith’s opponents, the white mask girl did not seem harmed in the slightest. No limbs or chunks of flesh missing. The fact that her fiery robes were now a little worse for wear was the only proof that she had suffered an all-out attack.
“An impressive ability,” the masked girl said as she raised her right hand and pointed her index finger up. “Something like this?”
A small pink bubble formed into existence at Ruby’s fingertip. It grew to a size of an average pearl before Ruby launched it straight at Lilith.
“Ah!?” Lilith gasped in shock. She spat out a pink bubble of her own, sending it on a straight collision course against the masked girl’s one. She then jumped away as the collision would have happened too close to where she stood. And not a second too late as the two pink bubbles collided, expanded, and burst in a violent explosion.
“Wonderful!” the masked girl exclaimed and clapped her hands. “Isn’t it incredible how we both have the same abilities?”
*Bullshit!* Beatrice wondered.
Miss Ruby then launched two more pink bubbles at Lilith, who barely got on her feet, increasingly exhausted.
“AAAH!” Lilith launched one pink bubble to meet the two and ducked for cover. Her bubble expanded and met Ruby’s two bubbles, which entered a chain reaction and caused a triple explosion.
*She has to be a copycat!* Beatrice concluded about the white mask girl. *Just like with the old man—she first takes on the full force of her opponent’s attacks, somehow survives them, and then uses the same power against her enemy.*
Copycat or not, the white mask girl rushed her opponent straight through the explosions, before Lilith could recover. Lilith launched one more bubble against the masked girl, landing a direct hit and causing another burst and explosion. However, Ruby ran straight through the explosion without stopping and kicked Lilith in the stomach.
“GUAH!” Lilith gasped as spit flew from her mouth and her whole body flew half a foot into the air. She gathered her will and strength and caught her balance by flipping overusing the momentum and her light body to regain her footing.
But just as Lilith got back on her feet, Ruby slashed at her with her curved stainless steel dagger. Lilith leaned back to avoid a slash across her throat, but a quick, vertical slash followed against which Lilith did not have enough time to react. Lilith only managed to protect her vitals with her arms, which earned her deep cuts across both her forearms, sending blood spraying right on Ruby.
“Ha! That’s more like it!” Ruby moaned as she slashed across Lilith’s body, again and again, covering herself with more blood before kicking Lilith in the stomach, sending her flying back helplessly.
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