The Arena of Justice
"Waaaaahhhhh!!!!"
The thunderous roar of countless spectators battered my eardrums as blinding spotlights stabbed at my eyes. And there I stood…
Inside an iron cage, atop a wrestling ring.
How did things come to this…?
A few hours earlier.
It was a peaceful day off. After finishing the laundry and cleaning, I had settled onto the sofa to watch TV and relax.
Ding
My phone chimed with a notification.
Huh…? Nago sent a message?
Oppa, you’re free today, right? Let’s go work out! Put on your gym clothes and come out!! You’ve got five minutes!!
Her usual energetic, impulsive personality practically leaped off the screen.
Guess I have no choice…
I pulled on the training clothes I usually wore for exercise and headed out to meet her. The destination was the same shop she always worked at. Nago was, as always, lounging on the wooden bench out front.
Today was no different. She greeted me already dressed in her own training outfit.
"Oh! You got here fast, as expected! Shall we go, then?"
"But why the sudden invitation to work out?"
Normally, Nago only called me when she was bored or when her libido was acting up. Using “exercise” as an excuse felt suspicious.
Wait… is that kind of exercise what she means…?
Before the thought could fully form, Nago stood up with a grin.
"I’m just bored, that’s all! Come on!"
She started walking, and I followed without complaint. But instead of heading out of the red-light district, she led me deeper inside—down an alley I had never explored before.
"You said we were working out, but we’re not leaving the district?"
"Just shut up and follow me~ Here we are!"
Nago pointed to a staircase leading down into the basement of a building.
Something feels off… Is this just a gym…?
Descending the suspicious-looking stairs, we reached a heavy iron door. When Nago turned the handle and pushed it open, a brilliant light swallowed us whole. It felt exactly like stepping into one of those pocket dimensions created by yokai power back at the Chinese brothel.
When the light faded and my vision cleared, I found myself staring at a massive arena packed with spectator seats and a ring enclosed in iron bars at the center. Spotlights, monitors, and booming announcements from the speakers all demanded my attention. From a corner, Nago—who had been chatting with someone—approached me.
"Registration’s all done! Just head to the waiting room!"
Stunned by the sudden declaration, I protested.
"Wait, what are you talking about?! You said we were working out!"
"Aww~ Don’t get mad, Oppa~ This counts as exercise too~"
Nago giggled mischievously. I pressed a hand to my throbbing forehead.
"So what exactly is going on?"
"Ahh~ This is an annual event held by this brothel. It’s a tournament with prize money on the line. It used to be famous in other regions, but after this place moved here last year, they started hosting it."
Of course it’s another brothel event… Anyway…
"That still doesn’t explain why I have to participate."
"Well… I’ve been a little short on cash lately… They said if I register as a coach, I get a cut of the prize if my fighter wins. I heard you won that wrestling match last time, so…"
"You could just work normally, you know… You’re always sitting on that bench doing nothing but attracting customers instead of actually working…"
Nago’s expression wilted. Even her cat ears drooped limply atop her head.
"Still… I don’t really want to do it with other people… Oppa, do you want to see me clinging to some other guy and moaning?!"
Of course Nago hated working with just anyone, but wasn’t that literally her job…?
There were a dozen things I wanted to argue, but I decided to set them aside and ask the most important question first.
"I’m just a human. All kinds of yokai are going to be here. Do you really think I stand a chance?"
"Don’t worry! The events are chosen randomly anyway, so if you get lucky you might win! It’s all up to chance—if you win, great, and if you lose, at least it’ll be fun!"
"Why would a brothel even hold something like this? Just for publicity?"
"Probably. But if you win, you get the prize money and a chance to spend the night with the manager here~ She’s a Garuda, you know. Only the righteous and brave get to hold her, or something like that."
Garuda?!
One of the rarest yokai species—symbols of power and authority in the past, said to favor only the strong and just. If the manager was a Garuda, this kind of event made sense. Hearing that stirred something in me.
Ah… I really wanted to just rest at home today… But passing up a Garuda would be a waste…
"So? Interested?"
"…Fine. I’ll give it a try."
And that was how I ended up here. The arena that had been empty when we arrived was now packed to the brim, the roar of the crowd filling every corner. Spotlights illuminated the ring where I stood, and the monitors scattered throughout the venue displayed our faces. A woman with long black hair and pale skin—looking almost like a digital overlay—held a microphone and spoke in a powerful voice.
[Yes! Welcome once again to the Ring of Justice!! I’m Sadako Rin, the one in charge of this brothel’s seductive atmosphere and your MC for today!!]
Waaaaahhhhh!!!!
[Let me explain the rules!! Events are decided by roulette each round, matches proceed in tournament format, and the winner receives an enormous prize along with the chance to embrace our manager!!]
As she spoke, a spotlight swung upward to the highest VIP seat, illuminating a woman standing there. She had a bold face with thick eyebrows, her hair styled in an undercut swept back. Her eyes were sharp, but her glossy red lips gave her an oddly sensual air.
She wore a sports bra and hot pants. Her exposed abdomen revealed rock-hard abs divided like chocolate, and her thighs were thick with muscle. From the calves down, she had the legs of a bird of prey—yellow and red feathers mixed together in a striking pattern. Instead of arms, she had large wings.
So that’s the Garuda… Her presence is no joke…
[Female winners will receive the prize money and a voucher for our affiliated male yokai brothel!]
[Now then, roulette—spin!!]
At the MC’s command, a large circular wheel high above the arena began to turn with a loud clatter.
"Finally, I get to participate in this tournament!! I’ve been training like crazy just to hold the manager!!"
My first opponent, an egg ghost, declared this while showing off flashy kicking techniques. Even an amateur could tell they were impressive, and I felt a twinge of intimidation.
"My kicks, honed through grueling training, can shatter steel!! If you get hit by this…"
[The event is… Arm wrestling!!!]
"Huh?!"
I won.
The egg ghost, who had been boasting about his kicks, was forced into an arm-wrestling match and lost pathetically. Apparently he had only trained his legs—his arm strength was abysmal.
"Nooooooo!!! My manager!!!!"
Leaving the ghost wailing like he had lost his country, I headed to the winners’ waiting room.
The subsequent matches went similarly. I kept getting lucky with easy events and kept winning. Before I knew it, I had reached the finals.
So the finals are finally here… I was so nervous I didn’t even watch the other matches… Who’s my opponent?
I still couldn’t see my opponent, but the ground trembled with heavy footsteps. Finally, the figure stepped into the ring.
Huh…? That person is…
The one climbing up from the opposite side was none other than the dokkaebi, Geum-hwa. She grinned at me and raised a hand in greeting.
"Long time no see, buddy!"
"It has been a while, Miss Geum-hwa. You’re participating too?"
"Ah~ A friend of mine works here and told me to give it a shot. The prize money’s pretty good, and it’s fun~"
Geum-hwa stretched her arms and legs while speaking. Just then, the MC shouted.
[The event is… Wrestling!!!]
As if by some twist of fate, Geum-hwa and I were matched in wrestling once again.
"Oh!! Wrestling!! Time to avenge my previous humiliation!"
"Hahaha… I’ll do my best."
We each took the satba (wrestling belt) offered by the staff, gripped each other’s, and faced off in a seated position.
"Fighting!!"
Nago, standing below the ring, cheered for me.
[Get ready…]
[Begin!]
At the signal, I poured strength into my arms and legs and stood up. As expected, she didn’t budge. I pushed harder with my legs, bracing myself. We teetered back and forth, the tension rising with each near-fall. The once-roaring crowd fell silent, holding their breath as they watched.
"Hoo… You’re tougher than last time, buddy. I’m not letting my guard down this round!!"
Geum-hwa gritted her teeth. In our previous match, my accidental sigh had startled her into losing. This time, she clearly wasn’t going to fall for the same trick.
Urgh… What do I do… This is getting tough…
No matter how much strength I put into my arms, she wouldn’t move, and I had to keep my lower body braced at the same time. Doing both was exhausting. But it seemed Geum-hwa was struggling too—sweat beaded on her face and rolled down her chin. Still, she refused to show weakness and kept taunting me.
"What’s wrong, buddy~ Already tired? Guess I’ll have to take back what I said about you being tougher than before~"
I couldn’t let her provocation get to me. I had to counterattack.
"Haha… I was just thinking about something else…"
"Huh?! What do you mean, thinking about something else during a match?!"
"Well… I was remembering how you clung to me last time, moaning and all…"
"Wh-what!!!"
Geum-hwa’s face flushed crimson, her composure shattering.
Now’s my chance!!
I drove in close, hooked her leg, and used my arm strength to flip her. With her balance broken, Geum-hwa toppled over.
"Waaaaahhhhh!!!!"
The spectators who had been watching in breathless silence erupted into cheers and applause the moment she fell.
"Aah~ Lost again~ I got careless again."
Geum-hwa dusted off her rear and stood up, offering me a handshake. I took her hand.
"Haha… I feel like I won unfairly. Sorry about that…"
"Nah~ It’s fine. I provoked you too. And… um… that…"
Geum-hwa stammered.
"Come visit again sometime… It’s been a while since… you held me…"
She covered her mouth with her free hand and turned her head slightly, speaking shyly. Remembering our time at her shop, she suddenly seemed incredibly cute.
"Of course. I’d be happy to."
"Really!?"
Her eyes widened with joy, like a child whose parents had just promised to buy them something they wanted. Then she glanced somewhere, made a disappointed face, and spoke again.
"Ah… But not today, I guess… Haha."
"Huh…?"
Thud!!!
Something massive dropped from the sky right beside us. The impact was so strong that a vibration traveled from my feet all the way to the top of my head. Standing next to us was a muscular woman smiling down at me—the manager.
I couldn’t tell from above, but… she’s pretty tall. About a head taller than me…
"So you’re this year’s champion of justice!!"
The manager’s voice boomed. Her speech pattern was like that of an old-fashioned general or noble. She extended her right wing toward me. Looking closely, I saw a small hand peeking out from among the feathers. I took it and shook.
"I am Geum-jo, manager of this establishment. I look forward to getting to know you!!"
"Y-yes… I’m Kang Dae-geun…"
After the handshake, she grabbed both my shoulders and got straight to the point.
"Then! Shall we go right now?!"
"What? Right now?"
I looked around frantically for Nago, who was waiting outside the ring. She waved at me.
"Aah~ Take your time, Oppa. I’ll collect the prize money for you. I won’t skim any, so don’t worry. I’ll wait in the waiting room, so come get me when you’re done!!"
At that moment, a strong gust of wind made me squint. Geum-jo had spread her massive wings and taken flight.
"Since we have permission, let’s go!!"
With that, Geum-jo seized my shoulders tightly with her raptor-like talons.
"Hold on tight!!"
Hold on where…?
I flailed my arms before finally grabbing onto her ankles. Geum-jo soared upward, rising above the arena. Looking down, I could see the spectators filing out after the match, now tiny in the distance. A creeping sense of terror welled up, making my testicles feel like they were shrinking. Without realizing it, I squeezed my eyes shut.
"Hahaha!! It must be frightening for species that can’t fly!! It’s fine—we’ve arrived."
At her words, I peeked through half-lidded eyes and saw the VIP seat where Geum-jo had been sitting earlier. Behind it was a door that hadn’t been visible from below. She gently set me down and walked toward the door.
"This way."
When Geum-jo opened the door, a luxurious bedroom unfolded inside. A high-end bed with a woody scent, expensive cosmetics lined up on one side, and soft lighting creating a mysterious atmosphere.
"There are two showers, so you can wash up and prepare. Or would you prefer to do it together?"
"Ah… I’ll do it separately…"
"Very well. I’ll be waiting."
Once inside the shower, my legs gave out and I collapsed. The aftereffects of the wrestling match, combined with the fear and tension of flying, had all drained away at once.
First… I should wash up…
A short while later, I dried my wet body thoroughly with a towel and stepped out. Geum-jo, already finished showering, was in the bedroom, drying her hair and feathers with a towel. She had put her sports bra and hot pants back on instead of a robe.
"Robes are uncomfortable for me. Besides, we’re just going to take them off anyway, so it doesn’t matter, does it?"
The sight made my lust surge. All the fear and tension I had felt earlier transformed into desire. Between her muscular thighs, barely contained by the hot pants, her crotch peeked in and out of view. The muscles of her back and the yellow-and-red tail feathers were equally seductive. Unable to hold back any longer, I approached her from behind, slipped my arms under her wings, and grabbed her breasts. Her firm, springy chest filled my hands completely.
"Eek! What an impatient fellow you are."
Ignoring her words, I slowly moved my right hand downward while kneading her breast. I caressed the underside of her breast and her abs before sliding my hand into her hot pants. Soft, fluffy fur met my fingers.
Not feathers here… It’s soft…
I stroked the gentle fur and reached a little lower. But the hole that should have been there wasn’t. As I fumbled around in confusion, Geum-jo laughed, took my arm, and gently pulled it out.
"Haha, that’s not it. It’s a little lower. Here… like this…"
She manipulated my fingers, bending them slightly, then spoke again.
"Now! Try inserting them at this angle! We bird yokai who lay eggs have our reproductive organs in the cloaca! Of course, I’ve cleaned it thoroughly, so don’t worry!"
Cloaca… The single opening used for both laying eggs and excretion. I knew the internal passages were separate, but the exit was the same. I reached a little lower and found the hole. Following the angle she had shown me, I inserted my finger. With a slick sensation, it slid in smoothly.
"Ahn!! Yes… That’s the passage leading to the egg chamber…"
She moaned, draping her right wing over my shoulder to cradle my head while slightly pulling her hips back to rub her rear against my crotch. Her plump buttocks ground against my now-rigid length, stimulating me further. In response, I kneaded her breast with my other hand and buried my face in her nape, inhaling her scent. The fragrance of high-end cosmetics from the corner of the VIP room tickled my nose. She nuzzled against my cheek, occasionally licking it with her tongue.
"Aah… There… That feels good… I can’t hold back anymore."
With that, she grabbed me and threw me onto the bed. The plush mattress caught my body. Geum-jo licked her lips and climbed on top of me, having already removed her bottoms. Her yellow-furred crotch came into view as she straddled my lower body and took hold of my shaft.
"I’ll take care of it, so just wait a moment…"
Spreading her legs in an M-shape, she aligned my member with her cloaca. With a wet sound, her opening parted and swallowed me whole. A warm, moist sensation enveloped my length. But it felt different from an ordinary vagina.
This is… a cloaca?
"Ungh… Yes… You’re quite large…"
She began slowly bouncing her hips up and down while leaning in to kiss me deeply. I lay still, surrendering everything to her.
Plap plap plap plap
Her muscular rear slapped against my thighs with lewd sounds. As the warm sensation gradually heated up, she rose slightly and turned around. Her back and buttocks came into view. She grabbed her own rear and resumed shaking her hips.
"Haa… I’ll do everything, so… ngh! You just enjoy it quietly."
Her voice, occasionally mixed with moans, was more than enough to heighten my excitement.
Just lying here feels like a waste, doesn’t it?
Ignoring her instruction to stay still, I grabbed her plump buttocks with both hands and slammed her down hard.
"Ughk?!"
A surprised cry escaped her lips. Seizing the moment, I sat up and thrust from behind her. The position naturally became doggy style, fully exposing her rear.
So there really is only one hole…
I plunged into that single opening and began thrusting rapidly.
"Wait!! Ungh! I told you to wait!! Hah!!"
Truthfully, my excitement had made her words fade into the background. I suspected it was because of the completely new sensation of the cloaca. I had experience with reptilian yokai, but most had been dragons or imugi, so they hadn’t had cloacas.
I pulled back far and drove in powerfully.
Thud!!
"Huk!!"
A different sensation hit me. It was tighter—or rather, the tightness was concentrated only around the glans instead of along the entire shaft. This, too, was a completely new feeling.
"J-just pull out for a moment…"
She said something, but I couldn’t hear it. I thrust much faster and harder than before. Fluid trickled from her opening, acting as lubricant so that even my rough pounding didn’t hurt. The only sound reaching my ears was the wet squelching of liquid coating my shaft as it moved in and out of her tight hole.
"Ughk!! Wait!! Ahh! Ungh… D-different!!! Ooooh!! That’s a different hole!! That’s not where the eggs come out!! J-just a moment!!"
She flapped her wings violently. But they couldn’t reach me—instead, they became handles I could grab to thrust even harder. Before long, her eyes rolled back, her face buried in the bed as she drooled and mumbled incoherently. Every time I thrust, she twitched and her insides clenched and released, stimulating me further.
"Oohk?! S-stop… Ughk!! Ah… Feels… good… Ungh!!"
I paid no attention to her words and kept pounding until I felt my climax approaching. The intense stimulation focused solely on the glans, combined with the friction of her folds, pushed me over the edge.
"I’m coming!!"
I buried myself deep and released. She threw her head back and cried out.
"Uhooooh!! H-hot… So hot!!"
I could vividly feel the warm, sticky fluid pulsing from within my shaft. After emptying everything, I pulled out. Only then did my rationality return. Geum-jo lay face-down on the bed, hips raised, drooling and unconscious, my semen leaking from her rear.
Huh…? Wait…?
"Miss Geum-jo, are you alright?!"
A short while later.
"Honestly!! What were you thinking, pounding away so indiscriminately?! And it’s a good thing I cleaned that place thoroughly—otherwise it would have been extremely messy!"
I was being scolded by a now-conscious Geum-jo. Having lost control, I could only nod silently, still naked. She huffed for a while before sighing and continuing.
"Still… It felt good, so I’ll let it slide…"
"…Huh?"
I looked up at her face to find her blushing shyly. Too embarrassed to repeat herself, she simply grabbed me and threw me onto the bed again.
"Enough! You talk too much! Let’s just do it one more time!! This time I’ll take the lead, so don’t move!!"
"Ah… Yes!!"
After finishing with Geum-jo, I headed to the waiting room where Nago was waiting. I had planned to keep it short, but somehow ended up using the full time and even exchanging contact information. Geum-jo said she would be willing to meet again even without any special events.
I opened the door to the players’ waiting room and stepped inside. Nago was there, eating ice cream with one hand while counting money with the other.
"Ah… Sorry I took so long…"
When I apologized upon entering, Nago looked at me and grinned.
"Oh~! You’re finally here~ Here! This is your share, Oppa!!"
She put the wad of cash she had been holding into an envelope and handed it to me. A quick glance showed it was quite a substantial prize.
Hmm… I feel bad for making Nago wait this long…
"Um, Nago?"
"Yeah? What’s up?"
Nago answered with ice cream still in her mouth.
"If you have time, would you like to have dinner together? I want to thank you for waiting, and since I won the prize money, my treat."
She beamed at my words.
"Sounds good to me!! Shall we go, then?"
Nago opened the waiting room door and stepped out. I followed right beside her.
"What would you like to eat?"
"I like any kind of meat!! But Oppa~ Was doing it with the Garuda good?"
Nago teased with a mischievous expression.
"Ahem!! W-well, there’s a delicious meat restaurant nearby. Let’s go there."
"Ehh~? Changing the subject? Was it good~? Tell me~"
