Funf stood above the arena, glaring at Asmodeus with sharp, unfeeling eyes. She stomped, cracking the surface of the stance and creating long, web-like fissures that spread rapidly towards the edges.
"How did they survive?!" She screeched.
Her aura burst into a storm of pink flas as she shifted her gaze to the other announcers.
"Tell , girls. Where the hell is the promised death and destruction?"
Everyone who worked backstage knew the arena segnt wasn’t to raise money, but for pure entertainnt. The clients normally spent more after a brief gambling session and watching the inferior slaves die.
"Mistress i Ling..."
"We don’t know either, that dwarf helped with tonight’s event!"
"Ah, that old, seedy dwarf must have betrayed us!"
The three won weren’t normal. Triplets kidnapped, brainwashed and raised to serve the Blood Moon Group until death, unlike Funf, who muscled her way in with past connections and pure power, grasping a seat on their high council.
"Forget it, that dwarf is soone we cannot touch."
’At least for now.’
Funf flicked her wrist, creating illusory flas.
A large screen similar to the betting panels appeared in front of her, but with extra functions, as it was an administrator’s panel.
"Since the massacre failed, we need to move on to the next item, quickly. You three manage the auction, while I will deal with so unfinished business."
The three won straightened their spines and saluted Funf as she looked away.
"Yes, Ma’am!"
She didn’t bother with the Three Stooges any longer. Her eyes scanned the crowd before trailing across a seat hovering in the northwest. Funf curled her lips into a broad, distorted smirk. "That’s the slut he ca to the auction with. We can’t give her a disappointing show now, can we, right?"
The three behind her looked at each other, terrified and confused.
"The mistress is smiling...."
"We should go finish our jobs."
"I don’t want to get hit again, let’s go!"
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Funf tapped the administrator’s screen.
Soon, a low hum sounded as the crystals on the VIP seats started glowing, shifting their placents as the four stages began to rise once more.
The engineering for the stage could be classified as an artefact. To split a round stage into four parts, able to move, rise and descend individually without obvious tal and wire connections would make any dwarf proud.
"Let’s go et her, then." The twisted smile on Funf’s face widened.
The air beneath her trembled with each graceful step, creating small shockwaves. She lost interest in the auction completely, now focused on Nerim. Funf’s priority was always her happiness and enjoynt. Thus, when she noticed Asmodeus, everything else lost its colour.
’Ein said to avoid emotions. But, what does that frigid bitch know!’
Funf’s steps grew faster as the stage began to complete. She could relax with the three idiots already warming up the crowd. Her eyes focused on the pink-haired woman with an oblivious face, her cheeks covered in filthy blue scales.
’Bitch.’
Funf arrived at the seat and observed her.
Of course, her hips were plump, with thick, muscular thighs. Yet Funf twisted and looked at her own ass, nodding. "I win." Then she stroked along her stomach and grasped her heavy breasts, lifting them. "Mm..." When she released them, they bounced with a soft flop.
She nodded to herself again.
That’s when their eyes t, ice blue t blood red.
Funf tilted her head while sneering at Nerim.
She watched her expression shift from calm to fearful and finally aggressive when she bit her lower lip and narrowed her eyes. Funf’s heart throbbed at this expression; she loved competition like this.
Nerim faced her vigilantly, but could not fight back while trapped in the crystal.
None of this mattered to Funf as she tapped the administration panel, and the crystal that kept Nerim both trapped and safe vanished.
"Hello there."
"W-Who are you?!"
"Don’t give that." Funf leaned into the booth and extended her long leg into the booth, placing her foot beside Nerim, scraping her thigh scales with her heel. "I know who you are, what you are here to do and that you’ve slept with that man!"
"Eh?"
Nerim’s pupils shrank at Funf’s words.
"What does that matter to you?"
A soft, cool aura flowed from Nerim’s body, but Funf didn’t bother to destroy it. She just observed the pretty woman and bent over to lean close. Extrely close. Her nose almost touched Nerim’s as she sniffed.
"Hrk... you stink like a fish." Funf’s face scrunched up.
"W-What?!"
Nerim shifted in her seat, turning away, revealing her pale blue scales.
"Do you taste like fish?"
Funf flared her nostrils, then opened her mouth and extended her long pink tongue, flicking across the scales on Nerim’s cheek.
A string of saliva dripped from Nerim’s cheeks as she pushed Funf’s chest with both hands. Her fingers sank into the soft, squishy mounds, dulling the force.
"Oh?! Do you like these?" The crazy bitch squeezed them with her elbows, causing the tight dress buttons to pop open, revealing a deep and inhuman cleavage. "Does it make you jealous, to see them?"
Nerim shook her head.
"I know he likes mine the best already."
’Wrong, this is wrong!’
"You’re a liar. You’re lying!"
Funf’s chest pounded at this woman’s foul words. A dark, languid urge to kill everyone in the building grew larger and larger until it ca close to exploding.
"There’s no way that he would prefer you... He’s already touched , and pressed that thick, throbbing thing against !"
Nerim’s actions changed from submissive as she curled her lips and snorted at the Arbiter. "Hah, touched? He’s been all the way inside and left nothing untouched!" The words of challenge echoed slightly in Funf’s ears.
Funf’s arms twitched as she covered her face with both hands. Bloodshot eyes and a crazy smile peeked through delicate fingers. Suddenly, the energy she contained leaked rapidly, and Nerim, who looked confident, changed.
Her eyes beca distant and dazed.
Pupils dilated.
She swayed on the spot before dropping back into the seat, and a sensual sigh leaked from her lips. "Asmodeus~ n-not here." Nerim reached into her clothes, one hand tightly fondling her chest, squeezing her nipples while the other spread her thighs and reached into her laced panties. "I’m not soaked... don’t say that."
Nerim’s sweet voice alternated between a flirtatious tone and a pleasing whine.
However, Funf remained frozen while looking at Nerim with a confused look.
"What’s going on?"
"Nnn~ Asmodeus, I want you so badly."
Funf glanced at her hands, and back to Nerim, but the pink aura that leaked from her didn’t return, as if sothing sealed it within the slut’s body.
She held out her hand and clenched it.
Fwoosh!
More of her pink aura poured into Nerim’s body, causing her eyes to glow as she lifted her own breasts and flicked the tips with her tongue. The crystal blocked any view of the current scene, but despite Funf’s attempt to drain her life.
Nerim remained perfectly fine.
"Why... Why is it not working?!"
Funf stumbled back while trembling, mories of her powerless past flashed through her mind, eating dirt, struggling to survive. A hellish vision. She swiped at the air, clawing the filthy scenes away, no longer paying attention to Nerim in the crystal.
She failed to notice the glinting earrings swaying with Nerim’s current movents.
"Forget it, forget everything!"
Her shout echoed, but the auction already moved to the other side of the cavern, leaving only Funf and Nerim in this isolated corner.
She slamd the administrative panel with a crazed screech.
The crystal wrapped around Nerim’s seat again, and Funf vanished from the auction area.
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Vwoom!
Funf appeared in a random location on her knees. The hot sand burned her skin as she pressed both hands between her legs and pushed herself off the floor. She glanced at the surroundings, and her eyes snapped open.
"This is the arena!"
The mories of what happened monts earlier completely vanished. All the pain, envy, and disgraceful past vanished.
"He should still be here, waiting for . That must be it!"
Funf leapt into the air and landed on a broken tower from the previous battle, and like a crazed banshee, she searched for him. She visited all traces of his previous fights while hugging her arms.
The lingering aura from his attack’s energy stung as it seeped into her body, but she didn’t even protect herself. His energy sent tingles down her spine, spreading through every cell in her body like an explosion.
"Ngh..."
Drip...
Drip....
Funf coughed as the intense reaction spread to her lungs, and she coughed. But after wiping her nose, her golden blood sared across her hand.
"What’s going on?"
Gold blood oozed from her nose as she stumbled towards the north.
The strange aura continued to rage inside her, like a beast it tore, bit and dug into her organs, muscles and bones.
"He’s waiting... I have to go see him."
Unaware of her current state, she spotted the huge sand wall, and with dwindling strength, she took flight one last ti.
Removing the crown hadn’t stopped the curse.
It just needed a catalyst.
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