My Sword Does Not Fall Even If I Do (5)
The sound of a heavy impact rang out. One slave's head vanished in an instant. A fountain of blood surged upward, then abruptly stopped. The headless body crumpled to the ground.
The witch, Lee Yu-na, felt a rush of ecstasy at the carnage she had created. She fired off magical bullets in rapid succession.
"Uwaaaaah!"
"Run! If we get close, we can win!"
"She's a mage! Close combat favors us!"
The slaves charged forward with desperate tenacity. Their only path to survival was to claim the 10 billion Laria and escape their lives of slavery. Three of them collapsed during the approach, but the rest managed to surround Lee Yu-na.
"If we attack from all sides, that bitch won't be able to do a thing!"
"Stab her!"
"Die!"
"Ten billion Laria!"
The slaves attacked in unison, but Lee Yu-na was no longer there. Like a shadow, she had slipped behind one of them with eerie silence. Her dagger sliced cleanly across his carotid artery.
Shuk.
"Huh?"
The slave pressed a hand to his throat with a dazed expression, trying to stem the bleeding. It was already far too late. Lee Yu-na slashed his neck again. The razor-sharp blade carved halfway through his throat. Blood poured out in torrents, and bubbles foamed from his windpipe as air escaped.
"Gurgle. Glurk. Glurk."
Lee Yu-na shoved her fingers into the wound and stirred. The muscles twisted grotesquely, and the skin of his lower neck bulged and rippled. The slave whose throat had been cut was already dead and felt no pain, but the others watching instinctively clutched at their own necks in horror.
Blood had splattered across the grotesque, maniacally grinning mask Lee Yu-na wore, making her look even more nightmarish.
"U-uwahhhhhh!"
With a battle cry that sounded more like a scream, the slaves drove out their fear and charged again. Lee Yu-na met them with the corners of her mouth stretched high in a savage grin.
"This is meaningless slaughter," Stella muttered, frowning at the brutality that exceeded even her expectations.
"It is the act of deceiving the ignorant."
"I must kill that man and put an end to this."
"Please be careful. From what I've gathered, he is no ordinary opponent. An S-class mercenary was supposedly helpless against him."
"With this, it will be fine."
Stella gently stroked the sword hidden in her bosom. It was the holy sword Andra, passed down from her ancient ancestors. True to its nature as a holy blade, Andra granted greater power the stronger its wielder's conviction. Her mother had used it to purify a demonic realm that an entire kingdom could not overcome. Her grandmother had slain an SS-class demon dragon with it. No matter how strong he was, Stella believed he could never defeat her while she wielded Andra.
Her conviction in pursuing order was stronger than anyone's in Ferum, or so Stella thought.
"Let's go back. I don't want to see any more of this."
Stella stood and returned to the hotel. As soon as she entered her room, a servant brought her a letter. It announced the schedule for her match against Kang Geon.
"When is it?"
"In three days."
"That's too soon! Isn't he trying to pull some dirty trick?"
"It doesn't matter. The sooner, the better for me as well."
Stella accepted the schedule and began preparing for the duel.
Three days later, late at night. Eben was packed with people. The match between the arena's first champion and Kang Geon had become an enormous topic of discussion, drawing crowds even from distant regions with an almost magical pull.
Kang Geon was vigorously fucking Isabel while waiting for the match to begin. Beside him, Row and Turk were on all fours like dogs, pounding the asses of Yeriche and Ruby.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
A symphony of varied moans poured from the three women.
Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!
Crane watched them and jerked himself off. When playing with Kang Geon, he usually preferred watching and stroking more than participating directly.
"I'm going crazy... I'm about to cum...! Aaaahng!"
"M-me too! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"
Yeriche and Ruby reached climax together. Row and Turk buried their cocks to the hilt, crushing the breasts of the women beneath them as they ejaculated. Thick semen erupted from their widely stretched assholes and flowed deep into the mother and daughter.
It was a sight that would have made Vicander Salman—Yeriche's husband and Ruby's father—shed tears of blood.
"They look even more delicious when they're prettied up like this," Kang Geon growled.
Isabel had dressed meticulously today, intending to display the dignity of a ruler before the massive crowd. It had taken two full hours just to style her hair into an elegant updo worthy of a work of art, and she had agonized for a week over her necklace, earrings, rings, and dress. Yet to Kang Geon, the beautiful and imposing Countess was nothing more than a cunt made for fucking.
Anticipating this, she had worn no underwear, but Kang Geon's torment was far rougher than she had expected. When he felt his climax approaching, he pulled out and shoved his cock into her hair.
Spurt! Spurt! Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
Semen flooded into the hair fixed with jeweled pins.
"You guys cum on her too!"
Crane grinned wickedly as he shot his load into Isabel's hair. Row and Turk also shook their cocks, spraying thick ropes of cum all over her.
"Doesn't it feel refreshing with our semen all over you?"
"It feels refreshing, Master..."
"Really? Want us to give you more?"
Isabel hesitated. If she said yes, they would probably do it for real. If she said no, they would call her ungrateful and pump her full of it anyway. Semen was already trickling down her neckline; any more and it would keep dripping even while she watched the match.
Kang Geon fondled her breasts while waiting for an answer.
"Please... give me more..."
"Where?"
"Wherever you wish, Master."
"Then this time I'll fill your pussy."
Until the match began, Kang Geon pumped semen into every one of Isabel's holes. For Isabel, that was at least somewhat merciful.
Isabel's seat was the highest place in the arena—the position befitting the dignity of this city's ruler and Countess. By her own will that one supreme seat was enough, only a single chair existed there.
For Isabel, who had just been brutally violated by men and still reeked of thick semen, it was a small mercy. The maids did their best to act as if nothing was wrong while discreetly wiping away the cum that leaked from between strands of her hair or trickled down the nape of her neck. If they were caught while her mood was this foul, their lives could be forfeit.
"Cough!"
One maid coughed as the heavy scent of semen assaulted her nose. Isabel turned her head and silently glared at her. The maid turned deathly pale, dropped to her knees, and begged for forgiveness.
"Throw this bitch into the slums. If she can make it from there to my mansion without being raped, I'll spare her life."
The slums—filthy and overrun with crime. Even wrinkled old women had to watch out for rape there. For a powerless young woman to escape untouched was impossible.
The maids dragged the offending girl away.
"Begin the match."
A maid relayed Isabel's command to Galenja. He introduced her with a magnificent speech. The flowery, beautiful rhetoric gradually eased Isabel's foul mood.
— The first champion of Eben Arena!
The star descended upon the earth!
The first challenger to face Kei!
Stella! Starrostar enters the arena!
A thunderous roar welcomed her. Thanks to her sparkling eyes and the starlight skill that trailed behind her, Stella had earned the nickname "Star Descended Upon the Earth." Her popularity was immense. And yet, the majority of the crowd was hoping for her defeat. Some wanted to see her fall due to jealousy, while others simply wanted to watch a beautiful woman get broken. In this place where raw, primal desire was nothing to be ashamed of, people freely unleashed their violent urges.
"I bet Stella's pussy is pretty too."
"How big do you think her tits are?"
"We'll get to see a cock shoved up her ass, right?"
Of course, there were skeptics. For Stella to be defeated, she first had to lose. Those who believed Kang Geon was weaker than her placed their bets on Stella, claiming the match would end too quickly and without excitement.
"From what I see, Stella isn't your average S-class."
"She's probably got several S-class skills."
"Stella should be several times stronger than that guy called Kang Geon."
Quite a few people expected Kang Geon's defeat.
Boom.
The gate opened, and Kang Geon emerged. He was in his Avatar Body form. Its massive size was enough to inspire awe, yet Stella's composure did not waver. The sweat she had shed and the countless times her palms had been torn open had forged not only her body but her mind into something unbreakable.
Galenja's declaration echoed across the arena.
Neither moved, each gauging the other. Kang Geon stared into Stella's eyes with open admiration, while Stella analyzed him, trying to deduce his skills.
He must specialize in physical enhancement. The S-class mercenary who lost to him said he was an archer, so his footwork will be fast. That attack that killed dozens of soldiers at once would be dangerous for me too.
The moment she faced Kang Geon, Stella instinctively realized he was no easy opponent. Even so, the thought of losing never once crossed her mind.
I do not fall beneath the rain of starlight.
Her title was Omen of Starlight. Starlight made her stronger. One of her S-class skills could only be used under starlight, but its power was overwhelming. On top of that, she had the holy sword Andra. Even though Emil currently held it, she could summon it to her hand whenever she wished. Andra, which granted greater power the stronger one's conviction, was the perfect and ultimate weapon for Stella, a Knight Templar possessing pure and powerful faith.
"If you kneel right now and reflect on your actions that have disturbed order, I will not take your life."
"If you drop your pants right now, spread your legs, and show me your cunt, I won't fuck you here."
"As expected, words are useless with you. I will remove you and bring order to this place."
"Descend, O starlight."
⟨ Descent of Starlight ⟩
Stella's body and weapon were enveloped in starlight. It was a radiance that enhanced physical ability and weapon performance while possessing a purifying power that could erase evil upon contact.
"Be careful, Stella."
Emil, seated in the stands, murmured softly. Andra rested gently in his arms.
Stella charged forward. Like an arrow, she accelerated, leaving a long trail of starlight in her wake.