Public Duel (4)
Public Duel (4)
'Nemesis......!'
I trembled all over, bureureu, while staring at the one-sided duel on the arena.
Nemesis struggling to escape Hector's chokehold.
But it seemed she couldn't muster strength because of the insects ruthlessly digging into her two sensitive holes.
"How does it taste, you bitch?!"
Hector bulged the tendons of his arm choking her neck, as if to completely suffocate Nemesis.
As Hector's strength grew stronger, Nemesis's breathing weakened in inverse proportion.
"Keo, keok...."
Nemesis desperately tugged at Hector's arm restraining her and flailed her whole body, but it was useless.
The current Nemesis, utterly dominated by Hector, was nothing like the strong goddess who saved the world.
She was merely a weak woman caught and thoroughly toyed with by a man.
Already exhausted as both a combatant and a woman, her defeat was evident to anyone.
As time passed, Nemesis's pitiful resistance began to fade.
After holding out for a while, Nemesis finally tapped the arena floor with her hand.
The universal sign of surrender.
It was the moment the long, long public duel finally reached its conclusion.
"Keukeuk!"
When Nemesis finally raised the white flag, Hector, wearing a vile smile, finally released her.
As the arm binding her disappeared, Nemesis collapsed on the arena floor, keolkkeok keolkkeok coughing repeatedly.
The mercenaries, who had witnessed the outcome of the duel held at the midday brokerage, couldn't help but be stunned.
"Hey, referee. It's over, are you just going to stand there~?"
Hector ignored the crowd's reaction and subtly hinted at the referee, who stood there with his mouth wide open, spaced out.
Snapping back to reality at those words, the referee coughed a few times, glanced at Nemesis, and then slowly opened his mouth.
"Th-the winner, Hector Dirtykent!"
As the referee officially declared his victory from his mouth,
Hector raised both clenched fists high into the sky and let out a loud cheer.
"What the hell!"
"That noble lady lost? To that bastard?!"
"Wasn't her movement just too poor?"
At Nemesis's defeat, which they never dared imagine, the mercenaries at the brokerage couldn't hide their disbelief.
That haughty Goddess of Vengeance surrendered to such a worthless-looking thug.
Even the content of the duel was too absurd.
"Well then, shall I enjoy the winner's rights?"
Hector shot a sly eye-smile at Nemesis, who had barely caught her breath.
Then Nemesis, who couldn't have missed the meaning behind those words, struggled to get up and clenched her fist.
Having lost the duel, she had to endure another unimaginable humiliation.
"What are you doing? You know the winner takes all is the rule here, right?"
As Nemesis hesitated, standing still in place,
Hector, with his arms crossed, urged her as if he had won the duel with his own skill.
Then Nemesis, as if accepting that the result was irreversible, soon lowered her head deeply and slowly knelt on the ground.
And in that state, she bowed her head to the winner with a forehead touch.
"I... lost. I will humbly admit defeat...."
Nemesis prostrated and bowed to Hector standing right in front of her.
She made a humiliating declaration of defeat in front of everyone.
Hector, looking at her with satisfaction, smiled brightly.
Then he placed one of his feet on top of Nemesis's head, which was touching the floor.
"Looks like that arrogant attitude of yours is finally broken, huh~?"
Saying that with a smirk, Hector put force into his foot on Nemesis's head and twisted it left and right as if to show off.
The mercenaries at the brokerage couldn't help but be horrified by the astounding sight that continued even after the duel ended.
The Goddess of Vengeance, Nemesis El Amelia Rayhard, was subjecting herself to humiliation by doing an unbelievable dogeza.
'Euuk...!'
I secretly groped my crotch among the mercenaries while watching Nemesis, who had her face buried in the ground with her firm rear sticking out.
No matter how fatal a handicap there was, I couldn't believe Nemesis had collapsed so easily.
'Nemesis, for my sake....'
She hadn't failed to win; she had chosen defeat of her own will.
It was a vague suspicion, but the likelihood was high.
Earlier, when Nemesis climbed onto Hector's back and locked in a joint technique, our eyes briefly and coincidentally met.
In that instant that felt like an eternity, I felt something inexplicable in her gaze.
And it was precisely right after that.
The technique that was pressuring Hector came undone the moment she averted her gaze from me.
Nemesis voluntarily released Hector to create a situation where I could get excited.
That must be the most plausible hypothesis to explain her defeat...
"Oocha!"
Around the time guilt and remorse rising from deep in my heart were endlessly beating my conscience,
Hector, lifting his foot from Nemesis's head, climbed onto her back without warning.
Hector, comfortably placing his buttocks on the goddess as if riding a horse, openly rubbed his bulging crotch area against her back.
"Go around the arena once in this state!"
Hector grabbed Nemesis's red hair without warning and shouted loudly in her ear, as if commanding her.
That man's mind seemed full of thoughts to drag the heavenly goddess into an inescapable abyss.
Nemesis bit her lower lip hard at Hector's instruction, which was far beyond the pale.
"Didn't we agree the loser follows the winner's orders~?"
"......."
Hector, citing the rule that the winner decides everything as agreed beforehand, said maliciously while tickling her nape.
Then Nemesis, as if resigning, stopped biting her lip, slowly extended her hands forward, and began to move her body.
Chalssak!
But just as Nemesis was dragging her flat-against-the-floor legs,
The winner's harsh hand suddenly struck the loser's defenseless buttocks.
"Heut...?!"
"When did I tell you to crawl?"
At the sudden spanking, Nemesis was startled and jolted her body.
Hector, looking displeased, spat out in a cold voice.
"I said to walk with your soles firmly on the ground!"
Hector, as if ideas to torment Nemesis were naturally springing up, ordered an additional humiliating option to her who was already enduring disgrace.
Nemesis, who had already given up the option of resistance long ago, silently obeyed Hector's words without a single complaint.
When she lifted her knees off the ground and extended her shapely legs, her plump buttocks rose higher.
In that state, Nemesis began her humiliating circuit.
Chalssak! Chalssak!
"Did you eat boiled grubs? Can't you go faster?!"
As Nemesis, in a ridiculous pose, began to slowly circle the arena edge,
Hector repeatedly slapped her large buttocks with his palm, as if whipping a running horse.
Each time Hector's stern hand punished her buttocks, Nemesis occasionally flinched and increased the pace of her quadrupedal walk.
The spectators couldn't restore their dilated pupils and open mouths at the rare spectacle they might see only once in a lifetime.
The Goddess of Vengeance Nemesis, the de facto leader of the Mercenary City of Aaronshied.
That same goddess was now circling the arena in a beast-like posture, carrying the man who had defeated her on her back.
Hector, riding on top of Nemesis, puffed out his chest like a triumphant general and threw a triumphant uppercut into the air.
I stared intently at Nemesis, who had her eyes closed as if to turn away from the wretched reality, and accelerated my masturbation.
"Hehe, the ride is nice, as expected."
A while later, when Nemesis had completed one lap of the arena, Hector finally got off the Goddess of Vengeance's back.
Then he gently patted her buttocks, which he had been harshly treating until just now.
"Now then."
Hector put his lips to the ear of Nemesis, who stood awkwardly, and whispered something.
I couldn't tell what he said because the distance was too far, but nine times out of ten, it didn't seem like good content.
Because the moment she heard Hector's words, Nemesis's face frowned indescribably.
"What are you doing? Not going to do it?"
"......."
"If you don't want to, don't. But... do you think the audience wants that?"
As Nemesis stood there motionless, Hector subtly pointed somewhere with his chin.
Then Nemesis quietly turned her head toward where Hector was pointing.
Nemesis immediately spotted me among the mercenaries.
Her husband, secretly gripping his pants while using his wife being pilloried as side dish.
"......."
An indescribable emotion rose on Nemesis's face as she saw my disgraceful behavior.