Everyone Out of the Arena (5)
Chekhov's Arena was a place wide open for sex. It had been that way even when Shin Yu-hee and I first left our room—orgies, clusterfucks, or straight-up rape inside the arena, it all happened with wild abandon. The reserve heroes knew it too. The locals here had damn near no inhibitions when it came to sex. So Shemiri's proposal was pretty damn bold in every way.
Right now, while waiting for Park Chang-su—who'd been dragged out by name—to show up, it looked like I had Shemiri sucking my dick in the middle of the arena.
"Oh, you're here."
"What the fuck is this...?"
"No big deal."
Park Chang-su couldn't hide his shock. Even in his wrecked state, his eyes were glued to Shemiri, slurping away at my cock like it was the best thing she'd ever tasted. If he hadn't been in his suit and had come out naked like usual, he'd probably have been too busy ogling her body to think straight.
Slurp, slurp.
Of course, Shemiri was stroking her own pussy with her hand the whole time, and Park Chang-su swallowed hard at the sight, hefting his pickaxe.
"You... you're not using that woman to mess with me...!"
"Maybe."
"What?"
"That's a good idea too. Having my personal fucktoy—who I can pound anytime—kill you."
"Guhk?!"
I grabbed Shemiri's head and shoved my cock deep into her throat. But I didn't stop there—I gripped the dark elf's ears like handles and roughly jerked her head back and forth, slamming my dick in.
"Guhk, guhk, ngh...!"
Shemiri's pained groans echoed louder than expected. Part of it was me being rough on purpose, but naturally, she was cranking up the volume herself. For Park Chang-su? Nah. This was her declaration to him, sure, but mostly to the crowd that had come out to watch from the arena stands.
"Guhk, guhk...!"
"Referee."
"...What is it?"
The referee who'd brought Park Chang-su looked at me sourly. She was one of Chekhov's vampire kin—a female one—so her gaze was locked on my cock violating Shemiri's mouth too.
"I won't ask you to wait for full-on sex, but can you give me a sec to cum in her mouth? I'm close."
"Sure, whatever."
The referee shrugged at my request. The one person who should be the most impartial was casually granting a gladiator's plea for a little extra time to blow his load.
"You fucking bastards...! You're all in on it...!"
To Park Chang-su, even that must feel like pressure. It probably looked like I'd bought off the ref. And the pressure didn't stop with the referees.
"Park Chang-su, right? Fucking hell, if it weren't for that asshole...!"
"Ah, shit. Could've watched Shemiri get fucked...!"
"Shemiri, who never lets anyone touch her, letting warrior Yoo Si-woo collar her like that...!"
"If that fucker Park Chang-su had shown up later, we could've seen it in her pussy instead of just her mouth...!"
The crowd's stares. Plenty had seen Shemiri naked around the arena, but no one had ever seen her fuck. Who blew their chance to watch? Conveniently, Park Chang-su. Even if it had nothing to do with him, people shot him nothing but anger and annoyance.
Just a bit longer, and they'd have gotten a front-row seat to the hottest warrior and dark elf putting on a raw sex show—but Park Chang-su ruined it, ending with a facial?
"Ughhh!"
"Die already! Make it gruesome since you're dying anyway!"
"You piece of shit who sold your old comrades as whores!"
"The fucker who shoved his head in Helma's whore pussy to save his own ass!"
The jeers and taunts at Park Chang-su kicked off. Some I knew, some I hadn't bothered to dig into, but his dirty laundry was common knowledge among the arena locals. It was about time.
"Shemiri. Cumming."
"Guhk, guhk...!"
I gripped her head tight and unloaded straight into Shemiri's mouth.
Spurt, spurt, spurt!
Thicker than expected, my cum filled her mouth to the brim. I pumped into her for a good while before slowly pulling out.
"......."
Shemiri looked up at me with her mouth sealed shut. I could see the thrill from getting a facial in front of everyone, mixed with a flicker of satisfaction like 'Finally done with the hassle.'
"Ahhh...."
A few guys in the crowd sighed in disappointment. Some had probably been plotting to make a move on Shemiri amid the arena's changes, but now that was a pipe dream.
"Swallow."
Gulp, gulp.
Shemiri downed my cum without hesitation at my command.
"Clean it."
She immediately gave me a cleanup blowjob, polishing my cock with her mouth.
"Good. Now head back to the room and get your pussy wet. I'll fuck you before I leave."
"Ahn, don't make me wait—do it now...."
Smack!
"Kyaa?!"
"Go."
I smacked Shemiri's ass—her openly begging to get railed right here—and sent her out of the arena.
"Let me tidy you up."
Before leaving, she neatly tucked away my lower half with polite hands. Right before slipping my cock into my underwear and pants, she planted a kiss on the tip and quietly exited the arena.
Ultimately meaningless, sure—but even cheap ego felt like a chill up my spine as something swelled inside me. I'd openly fucked a beauty everyone envied. Some might call it low-rent self-esteem, but seeing the jealousy-fueled rage and hate in Park Chang-su's eyes made it hard not to laugh.
"What? You wanna try it too?"
"......."
Pride kept him from admitting it outright. I wasn't about to say something arena-human like 'Wanna give her a go?' either, so I let it drop.
"I've been thinking about how to kill you. Got some time now for once. This past week—"
"You fucker!"
Whoosh!
The pickaxe flew at me before I finished. It didn't even graze me, embedding in the ground instead.
"Stolen, huh?"
Thwack!
I swept his legs, sending him flying back lighter than the guys I'd fought before. The pickaxe stayed stuck, ownerless.
"The miners lending out pickaxes must be pissed. You'd know if you served—how serious it is to borrow gear."
"Shut up, you fuck...!"
"Our Chang-su's mouth still works fine before dying? Tongue loosened from Helma's whore pussy?"
"You motherfucker...! Without that penalty, I'd have...!"
Penalty. As expected, Park Chang-su was still hung up on it.
"Even without your penalty, you think you could've killed me?"
He knew damn well he couldn't.
"Shut up, you brainless dickhead!"
But he kept provoking me anyway. For one reason.
"So what?"
To bait me into killing him.
"A guy's got the skills, so he plays with his dick however—big deal? You tried sticking yours in women's whore holes to make 'em your bitches too."
"Shut up! I was trying to help from inside!"
"Yeah, right. Say anything after the fact."
Park Chang-su killed me and got penalized. Even if he begged 'No intent to kill,' fact was, I died by his hand.
"Anyway, I thought it over—how to off you. And this seems best."
I grabbed a hand axe and hurled it at Park Chang-su with a big swing.
Slash!
"Huh...?"
Thud.
His right hand hit the ground. Blood sprayed like a fountain from the stump as he clutched his wrist and dropped to his knees.
"Get up. We're just getting started."
I strolled over leisurely, yanked a hand axe from the arena wall.
"Still got your other hand and ankles. You think chopping clean is easy?"
"Gah, ugh...! Aaaargh!!"
Splurt!
To stop him thrashing, I hacked his ankle next. Thanks to blood magic? Or mana tint? No control needed—the chunk of ankle flew off rolling.
"Thought about making it hurt, but blood everywhere dirties the place. So I'll pay you back just like you dropped me—impaled on a tree, bleeding out."
Lie. That was another hero's death, but Park Chang-su had no way to verify. He couldn't know how I died, and even if he did, what could he do?
"Guh, heh heh heh...!"
Bleeding out in agony, he still sneered at me.
"You... you fucker...! Now you're just like me...!"
"Hm?"
"Heh, hiik...! [Comrade Murder]...! You'll take that penalty too!"
Oh, that.
"Why would you be my comrade?"
"What?"
"Maybe during goblin hunts, but I struck first—and now 'comrade'? World that easy?"
Crunch.
I jammed the axe blade into his solar plexus, pressing the handle's back with my foot.
"Even if so, unlike you, I know I can clear it."
"Guhk, gehk...!"
"And if [Comrade Murder] hits? I'll just spin some shit to the angels."
Grind.
The blade twisted deeper into bone, not just flesh.
"Who'd they believe—me, their arena hero? Or trash who killed comrades and sold 'em as whores to survive?"
"You... fuck...!"
"Hey."
I sliced his chest to make more blood gush.
"Do I look like some pussy scared to kill scum like you over that shit?"
Then I lopped off Park Chang-su's head.
Spluuuurt!!
In the blood fountain, I clearly saw the status window pop up.
Cleared Chekhov's Arena.
Ten years as a hero. Killing one without penalty? All in my head from experience.