Everyone Out of the Arena (4)
A bit of time had passed. There was one hour left until the names of us rookies—the reserve heroes—were called for release.
"Tch...."
"What's got you brooding like that?"
I lay on the bed in Shemiri's room, lost in thought, while she straddled me silently, using my dick like a dildo to get herself off.
"I told Chekhov I wanted to fuck before leaving."
"Wow, you're a real madman. How the hell did you survive?"
"I made a deal. In exchange for infusing my heart with blood magic, I promised to definitely take down the Demon King once I get out of here."
"Ah, that explains it. So it's already set in stone?"
"There's a reason for it."
I had no idea how the upcoming battlefield would unfold, but based on my experience fighting as a tenth-year hero, blood magic was the absolute best ability I could acquire at this point.
"I figured since you love women so much, you'd go for sex magic."
"Sex magic is great. But I don't need it right now. Not as magic."
"Hmm... Your heart's circle is already stained red with blood, so it doesn't matter much now, but did it have to be blood magic? I mean, you could've probably learned any other mana color."
"You're right."
Of course, blood magic wasn't the strongest.
"Magic ultimately depends on how you use it."
"Exactly. You could master any magic."
"You're hyping me up too much."
"I can tell just from how you fight."
I could utilize elemental magic, illusion magic, or even black magic if I wanted. Choosing a mana color now might even be a foolish move.
"So why blood magic? Don't tell me you learned it just to fuck Chekhov, but ended up getting blue-balled and only picking up the magic."
"As if. Even if she'd rejected sex, I'd have learned blood magic anyway. I needed it."
But considering my experience, combat style, and that final battle against the Demon King's army, blood magic was the optimal choice.
"Trying to become a vampire that sucks other people's blood to survive?"
"Not wrong in terms of absorbing blood. If I plan to fight demons like a zombie."
Stamina recovery. Even without unique abilities like Blood Flow Manipulation or Blood Servants, it didn't matter.
...It'd be nice to have them, but they weren't essential.
In that sense, I'd succeeded in learning blood magic from Chekhov, but...
"What a shame. I thought you'd get to fuck her."
"Isn't it weird to think you'd get sex just from looking at her fondly?"
I'd gotten blood magic, but no virgin blood.
Learning blood magic didn't mean the virgin blood itself would help me, but how could I pass up a high-rank virgin vampire?
"Once we part ways this time, she'll stay a virgin forever?"
An existence I might never see again after clearing the stage, one I couldn't even fuck anymore.
"That's why it's more tempting since she's a virgin."
I'd failed. I thought maybe one fuck before leaving wouldn't hurt, but regrettably, Chekhov passed on sex.
"Maybe you're not her type? Or she worried that if she fucked you, she'd get addicted and trap you here forever?"
"Could be."
Shemiri didn't know this was a tutorial stage created for this world. I couldn't explain in detail.
What if Chekhov got hooked on sex and sabotaged my five wins? What if she trapped me forever in this limited arena world, just fucking me endlessly?
While other heroes died fighting demons, I'd end up as Chekhov's personal dick, a tenth-year reserve hero locked in the arena for life.
Only when the demons wiped out most heroes, advanced to the heavens, and forced the reserves out of the Tutorial Factory would I escape.
That assumed Chekhov got addicted to sex and clung to the stage out of lingering attachment to her complete erasure.
Even if she knew, getting her to strip in bed would be tough.
That's why I was pondering.
With my heart now colored by blood magic—like job-changing to a blood mage in a game—should I just learn the spells and call it done, or take care of Chekhov too?
There was a way.
It might be a huge blow, but there was definitely a way.
"Anyway... shouldn't you head out soon?"
"Not something to say while you're munching on my dick."
"But time's running out. Those two girls you fucked earlier... who were they?"
"Choi Yu-jin and Kim Chae-rin."
"Right. They're prepping for their fifth wins too. Same for the others."
As Shemiri said, the twenty reserve heroes were racking up wins and escaping one by one.
After Shin Yu-hee, they'd trickled out, leaving basically just two now.
"What, bummed you can't fuck Chekhov in the remaining time? That's why I'm shaking my hips on top instead."
"That's just you enjoying yourself."
"Oh? So my pussy's not enjoyable?"
"Of course I'm enjoying it too. But I need to think about something."
What to do with this arena.
I'd tried to fuck her and got shot down—what now?
Let it slide? Or somehow pin Chekhov down, fuck her, then move on?
"Honestly, I've thought about that a bit."
"Like what?"
"If Chekhov were like Helma, I might've picked her as my fifth-win sacrifice, raped her in front of everyone, and left."
There had been options. Real dark fantasy underground arena madness options.
If Helma hadn't been such a slut and was more moderate, publicly raping and humiliating her in the arena might've been feasible.
But cost-benefit analysis said it'd leave a bad impression on others, so I dropped it.
"Chekhov's no villain. Not evil enough to kill either."
"True. Dragged-in folks insult Chekhov, but those who hit five wins don't think that way."
"Even if it's extreme reform, they do reform and leave. She's a demon, but her nature makes her a vampire saint."
"Pfft, saint? Not dissing Chekhov, but that's a stretch. Saints are from the Goddess's church."
"Maybe."
Despite being a vampire, her lifelong efforts and nature earned her soul a spot in the tutorial stage, complete with one Goddess Point she could grant herself.
"Does a saint have to wield holy power and spread the Goddess's faith? I think truly following and propagating her teachings makes a real saint."
"Says the guy who tried to fuck the saint before leaving."
"There's a way."
I already had that point. I hadn't declared using it yet, but I could summon Estiel and spend it anytime.
"Nah, can't brood forever. Time to go."
"Where? The arena?"
"Yeah. No harm in waiting early. Everyone else will be anyway."
The arena's big event. Maybe even Chekhov was watching—the final massive spectacle awaited the residents.
Next chapter: Park Chang-su's death.
Time for his third death.
"Oh yeah. Before you go, can you do one thing for me?"
"Hm...?"
As I started to rise from Shemiri, she made a request.
"Since you're gonna kill the bastard anyway, and you're leaving... nail it down so I don't get dragged into any hassle."
"Nail...?"
"Yeah."
She buried her upper body against me and whispered in my ear.
"Actually...."
"U, ugh...."
Was this how a cow felt being led to slaughter?
Park Chang-su gripped his pickaxe tightly, glaring at the vampire walking ahead.
-Park Chang-su. Called.
Name declaration.
Who called him was obvious as hell.
Seven days had passed.
He hadn't escaped this hell, hadn't secured a proper win under the penalty, and now it had come to this.
"Fuck...."
If not for the penalty.
If that damn guy hadn't fallen.
If he hadn't let go and just died, none of this would've happened.
"The fight will be in Arena 13."
Following the referee's guidance, Park Chang-su headed to Arena 13.
Already packed with crowds.
"...Fuck, what's that?"
Park Chang-su saw it.
In the center of the arena, a familiar-faced guy standing there.
Not just standing—
"Slurp, lick, lick."
A naked dark elf from the restaurant, collared and dressed in a suit, sucking his dick right in the middle of the arena.
"What the fuck."