Slave Life (2): The Arena Opponent Is a Pig?

The next day.

Before the match, I was given a brief explanation by the Manager.

"The rules are simple."

The Manager, standing in front of the iron bars, continued with an indifferent face.

"If you win the match, you will be freed from your Slave status."

"...Oh."

My ears perked up for a moment.

But the next words immediately cut that expectation short.

"However, you will be permanently exiled from this city."

"...Ah."

A short sigh escaped me.

It meant I could no longer stay here.

In other words—

'I won't be able to pursue the Evil Organization.'

That would most likely lead to failure of the Main Quest.

I hardened my expression and waited for the next words.

"On the other hand, even if you lose..."

The Manager's lips curled up slightly.

"If you gain the audience's favor and catch the eye of a VIP, you'll be able to live in a much better environment than now."

That was a euphemistic way of saying I'd go from being a Slave Gladiator to a sex slave.

'So basically, if I become popular enough, I can reach those Evil Organization bastards.'

I let out a short breath.

The conclusion was clear.

'I must not win the match.'

To get close to the Evil Organization in this situation, I need to stay here.

I firmly engraved that fact into my mind.

*****

"This is the equipment issued to you."

A moment later, the Manager threw something at me.

I caught it and froze for a moment.

"...What is this."

An outfit so simple it was speechless.

Along with a micro bikini so embarrassing it could barely be called equipment, I was given a sword and shield.

I stared down at it for a long time before muttering quietly.

"...Ah."

There was no need for a lengthy explanation of what this role entailed.

A female gladiator was just there to lose in the arena, and even if she won, it was clear what would happen to a woman exiled from the city alone.

The outcome was predetermined from the start, and the way to escape here was to lose spectacularly.

Of course, I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠was confident I could win the match and confident I wouldn't be caught again, but still.

Frankly, no one treated like this would feel good about it.

But.

'I have to do it anyway.'

Because the Main Quest was directly related to the world's destruction.

My life in this other world was incredibly satisfying, and I had no intention of giving it up here.

I closed my eyes tightly and then opened them again.

'It can't be helped...'

Telling myself that, I reached a conclusion.

'I will definitely lose the match tomorrow.'

I must not win this match.

Anyway, the preparations were complete, and I was moved toward the arena.

I had zero information about my opponent.

'This is a bit... too much.'

Usually, they'd give at least some basic information, but it seemed this place had no such consideration.

I lightly rolled my shoulders and moved my feet.

*****

Arena entrance.

The iron bars were divided into two sides.

I stood on one side and shifted my gaze toward the opposite side.

And.

"...What is that."

The words slipped out before I could stop them.

Standing there was an opponent that looked like a pig, grinning in a disgusting way.

It was literally just an ordinary pig.

'......That thing is my opponent?'

This was an unpredictable scenario, and my mind went blank for a moment.

I wasn't sure how I was supposed to fight it, but since I had a weapon, it seemed like even an ordinary person could win.

Clank.

The arena gate opened.

"Enter."

With the short command, I stepped inside.

*****

Instantly, a variety of sounds poured down on me.

Cheers erupting from the spectator seats.

Countless words mixed within them.

"Oh— a rookie this time!"

"That Slave is pretty good, huh?"

"Wow! Her tits ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠are so fucking big!"

Various voices mixed together and struck my ears.

I frowned briefly and raised my gaze.

"...Ugh."

But I soon relaxed my expression.

I tightened my grip on the sword and slowly took a stance.

'First... I should hold out moderately and gauge the atmosphere.'

The opposite iron bars made a clanking sound and opened.

I looked over there without much thought and—

"...Huh?"

I was dumbfounded for a moment.

Just a moment ago, it was just a large pig, but now it—

Squirm.

It moved strangely, and then,

Crack, crack.

With the sound of something twisting, its body began to stretch upward.

"Hey wait, what is this—"

Before I could finish speaking, it had a pig's face and a human body.

And not just any body, but one with muscles swollen pointlessly and bulging, becoming a completely bizarre monster.

"...No, wait."

I took a step back.

"That's not really human, is it......?"

Even in another world, there should be some lines you don't cross.

And in this unbelievable spectacle, that Pig Monster was holding a club and shield, walking in proudly.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

The floor shook with each step it took.

*****

I stood there staring blankly at it before suddenly realizing the reality.

'...Ah, I have to fight that thing.'

This really didn't seem right.

I came all this way to save the world.

"Hehehehe... Pretty woman... Looks tasty......"

That's my opponent? I have to do it with that thing?

"No seriously... Why does it have to be that..."

My body trembled.

More than anything else, it was because I was creeped out.

But meanwhile, that Pig Monster kept approaching.

Thud. Thud.

It seemed to be moving slowly, but the distance closed quickly.

"Uwaaaaaah!"

I couldn't hold back anymore and reflexively swung my sword.

I was too creeped out to let that thing get any closer......

Thump!

"Huh?"

My sword was deflected futilely.

The Pig Monster had lightly knocked it aside with its shield.

 "...What, why is it fighting better than I thought?"

This was a bit unfair.

Its appearance was completely comical, but its movements were decent.

'No, I could just end this if I transform...'

The thought of transforming into a magical girl briefly crossed my mind.

'...Ah.'

I immediately dismissed the thought.

'I'm supposed to lose.'

I must not win. If I cause a commotion, both the Evil Organization and everything else will fly out the window.

"...Ha, seriously."

But I really hate this.

Yet my body moved separately.

'Ugh...... I shouldn't dodge.'

I reflexively avoided the attack and swung my sword again.

Tap. Thwack. Thump.

Strangely, we were ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠in sync.

An unexpectedly intense match was unfolding.

Thanks to my consistent training, I was holding my own despite the difference in size.

Both the Pig Monster and I were fighting without allowing a single moment of carelessness.

Even the spectators responded with "Oh?"

"Take her down quickly!"

"Is she really a rookie? She fights too well!"

...An atmosphere where I'm doing well for no reason.

*****

But that was the problem.

'No wait, this...'

'If this continues, I might actually win......?'

The moment that thought occurred.

"Hey, wait—"

BAM!!

The club came crashing down directly.

"Ack!"

The strength ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠left my hand.

My sword flew away.

"...Ah, I'm screwed."

I got distracted and let my guard down, ultimately losing my sword.

What happened next was instantaneous.

The Pig Monster pushed forward with its shield, and I was pushed back.

"Waitwaitwait!"

I lost my shield too, and while shaking off the hands trying to grab me, even the scrap of cloth barely covering my privates disappeared, leaving me completely naked.

"Hehehehe...... I'll make you feel good, so come here!"

Without even time to say anything, something hideous approached.

*****

In the end, I started to run.

Driven by psychological revulsion, I began sprinting at full speed without hesitation.

Then laughter erupted from the spectator seats.

"Hey pig! Catch that woman quickly!"

"Keuk! This is a first, seeing something like that."

I don't know, I really don't know anymore.

For now, let's just survive.

*****

As I created some distance, a strange sound came from behind.

 "...Huh?"

"Why did it turn back into a pig?!"

The Pig Monster had returned to its original form.

But it was faster. Much faster than before.

"This really isn't fair!!"

I changed direction and ran, but the condition of the ground where I ran was strange.

Along with a squelching feeling.

"Hey, wait—"

I slipped.

Sploosh!

"...Ah."

It was a mud pit.

I fell down perfectly.

*****

I tried to get up, but it was already too late, and a shadow pounced on me from behind.

"Hey wait a minute—!"

Thump!

I was caught just like that and completely subdued.

"No—!"

I struggled, but it was useless.

The difference in strength was too great.

Eventually, I was pinned to the ground, just panting for breath, while something unpleasant touched my butt.

'Ah...... I knew it would come to this but...... No. Maybe this is better...'

Seriously, a pig would be better than a Pig Monster......

As I resigned myself and relaxed my body, the pig instantly began pushing into my pussy entrance.

"Ugh...... Nooo...!"

Fortunately? Perhaps because it was the Pig Monster's thing, it wasn't much different from a human's.

And my pussy, which had been wet without me realizing, accepted the new thing without any resistance.

'This is bad... I mustn't feel it...'

With the feeling of something crumbling inside me, I tried to resist, even if only in my mind, but.

Stimulated by the strange sensation inside me, my pussy was squeezing out semen regardless of my will.

Elastically probing every corner of my vaginal walls, it pleasurably stimulated my lower parts.

Psh-shoot!

Even though something different from usual had entered me, my lower mouth greedily devoured it.

Just as one gets tired of eating the same food, this lower mouth seemed to seek diverse tastes, bestowing ecstatic pleasure from the new semen.

And so, I finally opened my eyes to another species.

*****

Perhaps bothered by my movements, the Pig Monster tied my hands so I couldn't escape and then continued the match.

The duel with the female gladiator was just foreplay for the conquest; as if this was the real match, the spectators continued to cheer.

"Haaang... Haaang..."

"Oink-eeeeek!"

Even though not much time had passed, I was already lying on the mud pit receiving semen for the fifth time.

And the spectator seats were bustling with men trying to get a closer look at this spectacle above my head, while spouting all kinds of lewd comments.

The arena was well-managed, as not a single spectator rushed in despite this situation, but the excitement was sufficiently heated, and it was clear this match was popular.

Squelch! Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!

"Hwaaaaaang!!"

Even as I reached climax, the beast's sexual desire didn't stop, and this time too, in a humiliating position, my Womb began to fill with semen.

And then.

"Oink... Oinkoooooo......"

The pig suddenly sprawled out on top of me.

What, did I win? Did it work too hard and die from overexertion or something?

Various thoughts crossed my mind, but just as I was feeling disappointed that my newly found Cum Dispenser was broken.

"The winner this time is...... the Slave Gladiator!"

Something even more bewildering happened.