The Arena's Allure
The employee guided Kang Geon to the reception room. “I’ll take you to the manager.” The room was filled with bright lighting and numerous decorations. A few caught his eye. One was a candlestick shaped like a woman with her ass raised high, the candle inserted into her pussy and asshole. Another depicted a woman on her knees, the candle shoved down her throat as if she were deepthroating. Every face was twisted in agony. Kang Geon found himself wanting to own one or two.
“Sorry to keep you waiting.” A beautiful woman in a leotard entered. Her red hair was luscious, and her firm, exposed thighs gleamed with a healthy sheen. She was the type who took average looks and refined them through constant self-care. Kang Geon thought that if a woman like her were shaking her hips at a club, he’d be right behind her in an instant.
“My name is Heis. What should I call you?”
“Call me Geon.”
“That’s a strong name. Nice to meet you.” Heis gave him a sultry smile—the kind only a woman who knew the taste of cock could make.
“You brought a recommendation letter from Mocon, correct?”
“Mocon?”
“The director of the Micro Coliseum.”
“Ah, that guy.” Kang Geon had spent a night with him but hadn’t cared enough to remember his name.
“You seem like you belong here.” Heis’s words carried a double meaning. If Kang Geon won, his casual indifference would manifest as ruthless violence, whipping the arena into a frenzy. His high confidence would make his eventual fall as a loser all the more entertaining for the crowd. Either way, the arena stood to profit.
“That’s why I came.”
“Welcome. You won’t regret coming here, I promise. Your title is listed as S-class, correct?”
“Yeah.” Kang Geon gave only the rank, not the title. Revealing the title could expose weaknesses, so he avoided it whenever possible. That advice had come from the director as well.
“You’ve only been in Ferum for two days?”
“That’s right.”
“Hmm.” Heis masked her doubt with a seductive hum. While it was possible for an Inviter to receive an S-class title from the start, the odds were lower than being struck by lightning. Mocon had already contacted the arena before Kang Geon arrived, claiming the man was a fraud who had faked his credentials. If the arena could make him lose in the Sex Arena and subject him to a miserable death, Mocon promised a substantial reward. The arena master had given Heis a task: determine whose gain—Mocon’s or Kang Geon’s—was greater. If Kang Geon proved more valuable, he would fight as a competitor. If not, he would watch his own entrails spill out in his first match.
Idiot or newbie. Can’t be a newbie. Heis looked down on him. A seasoned Inviter wouldn’t have shown up here with that letter. She figured he was some lucky fool who had stumbled upon a windfall and was now drunk on power he didn’t understand.
S-class, my ass. Barely scraping A-class at best. A real S-class wouldn’t be wandering around like this; their mere presence would have people groveling. Still, she didn’t voice her thoughts. She would flatter him, milk him dry, and discard him at the right moment.
“Then you probably don’t know much about Ferum.”
“Mocon told me some things, but there’s still a lot I don’t know.”
“I’ll explain more.”
“I’m more interested in you than Ferum.”
“You want me?” Heis smiled suggestively. Kang Geon’s cock instantly reached full size.
“Oh my.” Anticipation flickered in Heis’s eyes. She had never seen a cock that large before. It was the kind of size that would look proportionate on a minotaur or ogre. While people claimed compatibility and atmosphere mattered more than size, Heis, who truly knew the taste of cock, understood that size was everything.
“But I never sleep with new competitors. It’s troublesome if they die after we’ve had our fun.”
“It’s just a quick fuck. What’s the problem?”
“The competitors get too attached to me and refuse to fight, so the arena master issued a ban. Even if I want to, I can’t. However, anyone who wins three matches in a row can date me anytime. We could share expensive drinks in a nice place, and if the mood is right, spend the night together.”
“First time I’ve met a woman who openly says she’ll spread her legs if you spend enough money.”
“A woman who can’t say that is the dishonest one. And if you become the champion, you can claim me whenever you want.”
“Champion?”
“Win ten matches and you’ll be granted the title of arena champion, with your photo displayed on the outer wall.”
“All those people up there were champions?”
“Yes. What do you think? Can you do it?”
“Of course. Who do you think I am?” Kang Geon blustered in front of the beauty. Heis gave him a knowing look. She was a woman who knew how to wrap men around her finger.
“You probably haven’t booked a place to stay, so I’ll give you a room here at the arena.”
“Do I have to pay?”
“Of course. You’ll cover lodging and meals.”
“I’m risking my life fighting. You should be throwing in some perks.”
“We’re giving you the stage and paying you well. By the way, if you need sex slaves, we can rent them out. One hundred thousand Laria per night, and one million if you break them.”
“None as pretty as me. There are some passable ones, though. Shall I send them?”
“Send them. Sleeping alone is boring.”
“Understood. I’ll show you to your room.”
The room Heis led him to was about the size of Kang Geon’s studio apartment. A bed, desk, and wardrobe would fill it completely.
“I’ll send the slaves over. What about food?”
“Have the slaves bring it.”
“Very well.” Heis left with a smile, her hips swaying the entire way, stoking Kang Geon’s lust even higher.
Soon after, the slaves entered carrying a large tray. Kang Geon took one look at them and flew into a rage. Their faces were plain, their bodies like logs, and the one with breasts had them sagging pathetically.
“Hey! Are you the prettiest slaves here?”
“We’re the best sex slaves this arena has.”
“Really?”
“Yes… We’re the most expensive ones here…”
“Leave the food and get out. My cock went completely limp.”
The erection that had been raging after seeing Heis’s backside had completely deflated. Kang Geon cursed Heis for sending such trash and ate his meal.
Heis entered the arena master’s room. The large man seated at the desk crooked his finger, and she walked over on clicking heels to sit on his thigh.
“I met him.”
“How was he?”
“Seems like a stupid Inviter who got lucky with a windfall. Nothing special.”
“Mocon said he fooled him until the very end.”
“That just means Mocon is even more incompetent. Still, he did kill Tuspaeng in one hit, so we should pair him with a strong female competitor. Close to S-class?”
“He claimed S-class?”
“His own words. I’ve seen several real S-class here. You think I can’t tell the difference?”
“Anything else notable?”
“His cock is huge.”
“How huge?”
“I didn’t see it directly, but that size would be about as thick as my forearm.”
“Did he get genital enlargement?”
“With enough Laria, anything’s possible.”
“Body modification is pretty expensive, though.”
“He’s an idiot, so he probably dumped a fortune into his cock.”
“Did that get you excited? You’re wet.” The arena master’s hand had slipped between Heis’s legs. He pushed the leotard aside and stroked her soft labia with his index finger.
“On the surface, he’s my type. But not this.” Heis tapped her own head.
“Kay asked for a match. I’m thinking of putting her against Geon. What do you think?”
“If it’s Kay, she’s A-class and ruthless. She’ll tear him apart properly. Her skill at torturing without letting them die is top-notch.”
“And she has a great body, too.” Kay was a competitor who participated in the Sex Arena only a few times a year. She wore a mask, but her physique was exceptional, so the arena master had allowed her entry. He had high expectations. Though she covered her eyes and nose, her lower face and visible eyes made it clear she was a stunning beauty. The reason such a woman hid her identity was obvious—she wanted to unleash her suppressed desires in a public place without damaging her reputation. Kay had lived up to the arena master’s expectations from her very first match. After incapacitating her male opponent, her torture was intense and meticulous, driving the crowd wild, and she never ended the dismemberment show too quickly. He would have loved to schedule her every month, but Kay only came when she felt like it.
“It’ll be a good match. With that big frame, there’ll be a lot of blood. You’ll need plenty of fresh sand.”
“Sounds good.” Heis pulled down the arena master’s pants.
Heis asked Kang Geon how he felt about fighting Kay, adding a bit of spice to the offer. “Kay is an A-class Inviter. If it’s you, you can handle her easily.”
“Does that bitch Kay have any match videos?”
“Of course.” Heis played a recording of Kay’s match. It wasn’t just any video—it was edited to deceive competitors like him. After watching, Kang Geon felt it was doable. Whenever Kay attacked, countermeasures came to mind, and he felt he could take her hits without issue. It was thanks to his skill, Authority of Power. He felt a slight unease, but he couldn’t show it in front of the beautiful Heis.
“I can handle this.”
“Then I’ll schedule it for three days from now.”
“Good.” With nothing else to do in Ferum while waiting for the match, Kang Geon returned to the real world. An Inviter could set a return point and go back to their own world anytime. Back in his studio apartment, Kang Geon summoned his Status. It appeared immediately, and he checked that it was working properly.
Name: Kang Geon
Title: Avatar of Domination and Power
“Not a dream, then.” Kang Geon checked his body. It was his original form, not the gray-skinned giant from Ferum.
“Can’t transform into the Ferum body here?” As he thought that, the skill list appeared on the Status.
- Authority of Domination
- Authority of Power
- Avatar Body
Seeing that, Kang Geon realized the gray body was connected to Avatar Body. An Inviter instinctively understood a skill’s abilities and how to use them. However, that didn’t mean they knew everything, so research and effort were required for full mastery.
“Avatar Body, huh.” Kang Geon raised his arm and activated Avatar Body. Thud. His forearm below the elbow swelled and turned gray. It was the same hand he had seen in Ferum. He returned it to normal and dropped his pants. Thud. His cock turned gray and grew larger. The color felt too alien, so he changed it back to his original skin tone.
“Whoa!” His once-average cock had become something no man, Eastern or Western, could hope to match. Just this skill alone made him enviable.
“So that’s why those slave bitches were squirting everywhere—because of Authority of Domination. And Kay looking like nothing special is thanks to Authority of Power.” Kang Geon instantly understood his skills. With Authority of Power, he didn’t feel like he could lose to that bitch Kay no matter what she did. Her body in the video had been impressive. Her face was hidden by a mask, but with a physique like that, even if she were ugly, it would still be worth fucking. Imagining ramming his cock into Kay’s pussy, Kang Geon grinned.