Sex Battle Royale
Once lunch was over, we moved into the vast auditorium for the indoor events.
A long fencing strip stretched across the center of the hall.
The next event was orgasm fencing.
Just like the fencing I remembered from my previous life on Earth, the competitors held thin, lightweight practice blades. The similarities ended there. Scoring zones were not the head or torso—they were the opponent’s erogenous zones. And every athlete was completely naked. Naturally, every competitor was a woman.
Two beautiful girls soon stepped onto the strip. Our class representative was a quiet girl known for her sharp athletic instincts. I was genuinely curious how this perverted version of fencing would actually play out. Two naked women trying to spear each other’s nipples, breasts, and clits—my imagination could only go so far.
“Class 1, fight!”
“Stab the clit! The clit!”
“You have to win! You have to!”
The scattered shouts finally settled and the match began. Contrary to my dismissive expectations, orgasm fencing crackled with tension. It was a serious contest of high-level technique and psychological warfare, each fighter hunting the other’s most sensitive spots. The girls probably weren’t practicing this every waking hour, yet even a complete novice like me could see the polished skill in every movement.
I didn’t know the rules, but Chaerin, watching beside me with flushed excitement, provided running commentary like a professional analyst. The metallic clash of blades mixed with the crowd’s delighted screams.
“Ah! Minji dodged at insane speed and scraped Seona’s right nipple on the counter! That’s one point!”
Just like watching UFC, the match was far more entertaining with a knowledgeable friend explaining every beat. The rapid exchanges, the elegant yet precarious lunges aimed at the most delicate places—it was strangely graceful. Graceful while completely naked. The thought was ridiculous, but I meant it.
Unfortunately our representative won two bouts and finished fourth. She walked over looking disappointed, and we all sincerely praised her, telling her fourth place was still incredible. My compliments finally eased the tightness in her expression.
When we tallied the points, we realized that even a half-decent showing in the final event would lock in first place for our class. Every eye and every ounce of focus naturally shifted to the last contest.
Its name was Climax Battle Royale. One representative from each class would enter; the last one still standing would claim victory for her class. The entire neighboring building had been converted into the arena. Cameras covered every corner of the two-story structure so the giant screens in the auditorium could broadcast every move in real time.
Orgasm equaled defeat. A small band stuck to the back of each thigh would light up to announce elimination. True to battle-royale form, the playable area shrank over time. Hidden throughout the building were toys—vibrators, dildos, lube—that made forcing an opponent over the edge much easier. And the most obvious rule of all: every participant had to be completely naked.
University students and even parents stared at the auditorium screens as my body appeared on camera. Half the hall gasped; the other half visibly heated up. Openly staring at a male college student’s nude, reasonably muscular physique was still an almost unheard-of luxury, and plenty of women were thoroughly aroused.
I reread the rules once more and nodded. My strategy was already decided. I would simply roam the building and fuck every girl I ran into. Once my thick cock was buried inside them, anyone without HSDD would climax without much trouble.
The moment the game started I moved. This building used to house faculty offices and counseling rooms. Age and disrepair had left it abandoned; science had apparently proven that, for female students, a good orgasm was far more therapeutic than any counseling session. Thinking about it, confessionals with men had largely replaced formal counseling these days. I myself had used more than a few “confessionals” as excuses to thoroughly fuck various women. Last week I had been too lazy to listen and simply stuck my cock through the hole like a living dildo.
While those thoughts wandered, I turned a corner and came face-to-face with another contestant. Long purple hair tied in a high ponytail, a girl I had never seen before. Her face was pretty enough that my cock twitched with interest.
The instant she saw me her eyes went round like a startled rabbit.
“Y-you’re a guy?!”
That adorable reaction made me smile as I closed the distance. She tried to back away, then stopped dead as recognition hit.
“Wait… are you Kim Sihyuk?”
“You know who I am?”
She nodded hard and introduced herself as Park Jiyeon. Her gaze drifted downward of its own accord and locked onto my cock. Her expression went soft and hazy.
“Are you… going to make me climax?”
“It’s a climax battle. Of course.”
Jiyeon bit her lip, clearly wrestling with something. I didn’t rush her; I simply continued my unhurried approach.
“I’ll make you come with my cock.”
The casual promise made her suddenly cry, “Wait!” I stopped, expecting something important.
“There’s a bed that way! Let’s… let’s fight there!”
Fucking on a bed was definitely better than the hard floor. I nodded and followed her into the adjacent room that had once been a counseling office. A reasonably soft-looking bed waited inside.
The second she reached it Jiyeon swallowed hard.
“Ready?”
I grinned.
“Ready for what? Just lie down and spread your legs. Since it’s your first time I’ll be gentle.”
She gave a short laugh, then set her face into a determined expression that made me briefly wonder if she was secretly a blowjob or sex expert. Instead she shattered my expectations by lying back and spreading her legs wide with perfect naturalness.
“Please take good care of this virgin sex!”
Looking at her face, climax battle or not, the mere thought of sleeping with a man had already sent her into a frenzy. No matter how important the sports festival was, a woman’s first time with a man clearly ranked number one in her life.
I chuckled and stroked her pussy. She was already soaking wet—an impressively prepared cunt for someone I had met only minutes ago. I pressed my hard cock against her entrance and rubbed slowly.
“Hngh… aahh…”
The moment I touched her she gushed more fluid and her breathing turned ragged.
“I never thought I’d actually get to have sex with the guy I only heard rumors about… it feels like a dream.”
“What kind of rumors?” I asked with a smile, then pushed in.
A wet schlick filled the room. I had planned to be careful because it was her first time, but Jiyeon felt it far more intensely than expected. The instant I bottomed out she came with a soft, helpless spurt of juices.
“Haaahhh…♡”
The band on the back of her thigh blazed bright. Mechanical voices boomed from speakers throughout the building.
Park Jiyeon, eliminated. Park Jiyeon, eliminated.
By the rules she should have left immediately. But I wasn’t heartless enough to abandon a girl whose virginity I had just taken. And honestly, I had only just started thrusting—I wanted to keep moving my hips a little longer. Ignoring her elimination, I kept driving into her while she moaned and gasped, giving her a thorough service fucking.
“Feel good? Your pussy’s squeezing me so nicely.”
In that short span she climaxed four more times. Judging it enough, I finally pulled out. Not finishing myself was a little disappointing, but as first hunts went it had been very satisfying. Jiyeon’s multi-orgasm wreckage left her legs trembling and twitching. I gave her breasts one last fond squeeze, then stepped back into the hallway.
I hadn’t walked far before I met another girl on the second-floor corridor. She showed no fear; instead she dropped to her knees and offered to suck me off, determined to make me climax first. I preferred actual sex, so I simply told her to present her pussy and fucked her into elimination with ease.
After several more easy victories the remaining contestants dwindled rapidly. At last, at the end of the corridor, I faced a girl whose long white hair half-covered one eye. Pale lashes, mysterious violet irises—she radiated an otherworldly beauty. She casually plucked a still-buzzing vibrator from her clit, then noticed me. Two girls lay collapsed at her feet, juices still dripping from their thoroughly fingered pussies.
When she confirmed I was male her eyes widened slightly, then she smiled with sultry confidence.
“I’ve never made a man climax before… but I don’t think I’ll lose.”
I narrowed my eyes, rolled my wrists, and gave my hard cock a single bounce to signal I was ready. She might actually be a tough opponent. I felt a little thrill of anticipation.
