Putting the Lord in Her Place (Fantasies)
After being selected as a gladiator by Renes, I followed the servants she assigned to me and moved to a new place. The lodging we arrived at was incomparable to the inn room I'd stayed in before. The furniture felt plush—even the bed—and there were even interiors with subtle gold trim that screamed value.
"This will be Sir Adrian's private quarters from now on."
"I can use this place freely?"
"Please don't hold back. Lady Renes instructed us to take good care of your daily needs."
Heh, so after getting good reviews in the arena, she's making sure to treat me right. I wasn't thrilled about being forced into becoming a gladiator, but if I looked at it just for the moment, enjoying this kind of life indefinitely didn't seem all bad.
"Sir Adrian, I've brought your meal."
As I was looking around the room, the new servants started filing in. The trays they carried held what could only be called delicacies—meats glistening with rich fat, perfectly colored, so mouthwatering from the aroma alone that saliva pooled instantly. In my original world, this was buffet-level stuff at best, and for someone in my previous position, it felt almost burdensome.
"Will meals like this keep coming?"
"Yes. As long as Lady Renes's favor continues."
As long as her favor continues... That meant I'd have to keep performing in the arena to maintain this treatment. I'd never fought before, so anxiety hit hard. But staring at the feast before me, even that worry faded for the moment.
Sure, the ghost who eats well before dying has a fine complexion—might as well eat first and think later. I sat down and methodically shoveled the food into my mouth.
"Is it to your taste?"
"Ah, yeah. It's delicious."
The meat melted in my mouth, blending with spices in perfect harmony. A truly exquisite flavor, worthy of the term delicacy.
As I savored the meal, the butler-clad servants watching from the side all smiled contentedly.
"We're honored you're satisfied. It's rewarding to see our efforts pay off."
I flinched. I couldn't ignore that phrasing. Setting my utensils down, I turned to the servant who'd spoken.
"Uh... did you make this?"
"Yes, and I'll be in charge of your meals going forward."
A small-statured man with a delicate voice. Add in the domestic touch of cooking, and the disconnect from my common sense was glaring. Ah, right—this world had reversed gender norms. Men handled cooking mostly... but that meant I'd be eating food made by men from now on? Not some dramatic, pro-level chef from a drama, but dudes reeking of femininity?
"..."
"Oh dear, your expression soured. Is your stomach upset...?"
"No, it's nothing."
Forcing down my emotions, I reluctantly finished the meal. A man saying "oh dear" was still just too weird.
"Now, allow me to guide you to the bath."
After the meal, once they'd cleared the dishes, the servants led me elsewhere. We arrived at a vast bathhouse, steam rising luxuriously, rivaling high-end spas from my old world. Smooth marble floors, shimmering golden statues—the water itself felt premium in this opulent setup.
"We'll help you undress. This way..."
As I gawked at the bath, they approached and reached for me. The moment their hands touched my body, chills ran down my spine. I jerked back in shock.
"What the hell are you doing!?"
"Pardon? We were just going to assist with undressing to wash you, Sir Adrian."
"Is there some part of your body you don't want exposed?"
"No, it's not that, but..."
"Hee hee, no need to worry. We're simply following Lady Renes's orders to serve you purely and faithfully."
"Relax and leave everything to us."
Ignoring my resistance, they pressed on, trying to strip me. Revulsion surged, but I had no choice but to let them carefully remove my clothes. I was at Renes's mercy right now. Resisting her servants could cause a scene, which might spell trouble. So I had to learn to accept whatever came with a resigned attitude.
Sure, that made sense... but then...
"Oh my, look at that skin~ So smooth!"
After stripping me, they started undressing themselves and spouting that. A chill crept up my spine unbidden. Their chatter dripped with coquettishness no man should have.
"Girl, check this out—his skin's practically glowing."
"Hee hee, gotta take good care of yourself to win women's hearts, right?"
"I'm jealous~ Mind sharing your skincare tips?"
Women critiquing each other's looks and swapping beauty routines in a changing room... In my old world, sure. But here, with reversed norms, men acting like that wasn't technically weird. I got it on an intellectual level. But that didn't stop the nausea churning in my gut.
"Ah, sorry. We got carried away chatting. Please sit here. We'll wash you now."
These repulsive guys led me to a seat and started scrubbing every inch with washing tools. A man washing another man... not inherently odd. Back home, guys scrubbed each other's backs in saunas, and professional scrubbers existed.
"Wow, look at Sir Adrian's body."
But it was usually done quietly. Their ongoing commentary soured my mood again.
"God, these muscles are rock-hard. How do you maintain a physique like this?"
"Must've gotten top-tier care before coming here. No other way to build something like that..."
"Born with it, maybe? Wow~ Your parents must've blessed you good~"
"Of course. That's why Lady Renes favors you."
"Bet you're super popular with women. So jealous~"
Ah, yeah. I reincarnated well. But if you're gonna appraise me, at least drop a "fucking ripped" or "shit" in awe? This polite chit-chat was making my meal crawl back up.
"Ah, we'll get your front now. Turn this way... GASP!!"
Then, as I turned, they gasped in shock. Eyes wide, faces flushing, their stares locked straight between my legs.
"Th-that size... it's enormous."
"God, it can get that big?"
"Doesn't it weigh you down? Must swing like crazy when you walk."
I got it logically. Like women eyeing big tits in a bath with envy here. By this world's standards, normal. I understood.
"C-can I touch it? Just once?"
But fuck, no matter how much I rationalized, this was too far. Envy a big dick? Fine. But touch it? Expect me to shrug off guys groping cocks like it's nothing?
"I've never seen one this big. J-just wanna feel what it's like, please...?"
"Fuck off."
I'd hit my limit. Losing all restraint, I snarled at the encircling servants.
"Wh-what?"
"I said fuck off, you goddamn faggots. I'm washing myself from now on."
They froze solid. Faces twisted in shock and fear, like I'd said something unforgivable.
"Uh, um, did we do something wrong...?"
"Fuck, your very existence is wrong, you disgusting shits! Get out NOW!?"
-Crash!
I hurled the chair aside in a rage.
"Eek! S-sorry!"
Spooked by my fury, they bolted from the bath like scared rabbits.
The once-noisy bath fell silent. Finally relieved, I sank into the empty tub, stewing in irritation.
"Fuck, every damn word gives me the creeps."
Did living as a man in this reversed world mean assimilating with those faggots? No way in hell. Even if I wasn't a total alpha in my old life, I wasn't gay. Dropping into this world wouldn't turn me into a sissy.
"Hah... how the hell did I end up in this shitshow...?"
Sighing into the bath, I replayed everything. Dropped into a strange world, body changed, nearly raped then doing the raping... Now stuck as a slave gladiator for some bitch. Food and lodging were great—minus the gays—but only if I kept Renes happy. Lucky my first opponent was weak; a stronger one might've raped me publicly. And that risk loomed ahead. Without avoiding it, my dignity hung by a thread every match—brutally defeated, violated before thousands against my will...
"...Getting forced like that doesn't sit right."
Of course. Femdom led by women was for sissy simps. Real men took charge in bed. So if more fights came, I'd build enough power to dominate. And once I stacked that strength... I'd crush that bitch's arrogance myself...
"...Fucking cunt."
Imagining that future stirred my dormant cock. Breaking a haughty woman was hot as hell.
"Hah, fuck... temper like a bitch, but that body's fuckable as shit."
Her dress clung shamelessly, outlining every curve. Imagining her naked was effortless. As a high-and-mighty lord, she'd be perfectly groomed—like a sculpture in feminine perfection. Her stripping bare before me... would her face show shame or rage? Either way, it'd be arousing. A prideful woman grudgingly submitting...
-Splash, splash.
Fantasizing, I stroked my submerged cock up and down. Gripping those full tits, slapping that plump ass—excitement built.
'You, you dare think you'll get away with this?'
Her pride cracking, spitting venom—perfect. I'd ram my cock down that foul mouth freely.
'Mmph, mmph, hngh...'
Unable to curse, just sucking endlessly, ragged breaths from the fallen leader. I'd thrust mercilessly, then at climax, unload everything inside her noble mouth—filthy, vulgar seed defiling the woman who'd only tasted gourmet.
-Spurt, splurt!
Imagining the peak triggered my own—cum jetted out, mixing into the bathwater and vanishing from sight. No big deal; the tub drained and refilled automatically. No traces left, no matter how many loads.
"Hoo, fucking bitch. Come on, let's knock you up today."
No audience anyway. I indulged in solo bliss until fully satisfied.