**Synopsis:** An old man dies, torn by regret. Due to his high karma, he has “near-limitless possibilities for reincarnation”. He chooses to reincarnate in a fantasy world as a voluptuous futanari succubus with big tits and an irresistible smile.
Erotic fiction that contains: Futanari/Dickgirls, Genderbending, Futa on Female, BDSM, Nymphos, Masochistic characters, Threesomes, Orgies, Facefuck, Deepthroat, Dom/Sub, Taken by Monsters, Corruption, Game elements, etc.
## 215: New Items
“I’ll be honest—you’re surpassing my expectations,” Ember said as both she and Beatrice hurried through the darkening streets of Klapsus toward the location of the Forge of Champions.
Beatrice saw nothing particularly new that would amaze her, and after all the sex she had, the succubus came to the realization that even her cock could use a small break. If her Arousal Point pool could go into the negative, it would have probably approached several hundred points in minus. And although Beatrice knew for a fact Arousal Points did not go below zero—just like Stamina Points or Health Points (not that Beatrice had any intention to experiment with her HP)—she certainly felt like she was in the negative arousal, at least for now.
Instead, Beatrice spent her time answering Ember’s questions, who seemed to be genuinely impressed by Beatrice’s progress.
“Does the length of the ‘cure’ depend on the severity of the Taint? Or perhaps the willpower of the affected?”
“No, it’s just a single hour,” Beatrice said, taking the descriptions of her Skills at face value. “As it is right now, I rather not use that skill again.”
“The Tainted are better off not realizing how far they have fallen?”
“It’s like waking up someone from a coma only to tell them that they will fall back into it for an unknown time with no promise of a cure,” Beatrice tried to search for a suitable analogy.
“A ‘coma’?” Ember asked.
“Oh, right… It’s like someone falling asleep, but never waking up. For example, after a serious head injury.”
“But what if the dream is really, really pleasant?” Ember asked.
“It didn’t seem pleasant to Samantha,” Beatrice said.
“Because she still had some sense of self left,” Ember said. “Trapped on the edge between two worlds. Unable to return to one, unwilling to fall into the other.”
“You talk as if you feel nothing for her,” Beatrice glanced at her bodyguard, trying to read her thoughts by her detached facial expression. “Wasn’t she your friend? For a moment I thought you were sympathetic toward her.”
“Even if I was, what does my sympathy change?” Ember asked. “Can it cure her Taint?”
“It could help if she knew that she had someone there for her instead of someone who had a laugh at her expense at every opportunity.”
“She doesn’t need a shoulder to cry on. She’s a big girl! Isn’t all our time better spent by us focusing on getting you stronger, faster?”
“How far away is that Forge of Champions?” Beatrice wanted to change the subject.
“We’re pretty close,” Ember said as she once again guided Beatrice off the main streets and into the darker alleyways that seemed eerily deserted.
This part of the city seemed more uneven and rocky. Many of the buildings were built using the terrain for support, some even were a part of the terrain with giant boulders forming part of the walls.
“I did not think we’d end up spending so much time with Samantha, but we’ll arrive just in time,” Ember said as her guidance led them further away from light, and with no sun to shed some light into these narrow alleys, Ember lit up a fire to guide their path. “And I see you got everything we needed.”
“About that… Not that I mind, but why the ‘Sexy Student’ outfit?” Beatrice asked Ember.
“Samantha didn’t tell you?”
“She was in a hurry, and this wasn’t a pressing issue.”
Not that Beatrice wasn’t instantly curious why she changed her bra and panties for some kind of a roleplay erotic student outfit. It consisted of just two parts:
First, was the dark blue pleated mini skirt that barely covered the upper part of her thighs. It wasn’t completely outrageous as some miniskirts Beatrice used to see girls wear to the nightclubs that didn’t even fully cover their buttocks, but neither was it modest enough to where Beatrice could imagine it worn in any descend college.
Second, was a cut-up white top that seemed to be three sizes too small for Beatrice’s knockers as the top managed to show off both plenty of cleavage as well as some underboob at the same time. The top’s design seemed to be some kind of a mix between a slutty crop top and a school girl’s shirt, if designed by a pervert. Beatrice had seen bras that were less revealing, so it was barely an upgrade from literally walking in underwear.
But despite their revealing nature, both items provided a considerable increase in stats compared to her previous two items that she left with Samantha.
**Item: Sexy Student Mini Top**
Item Class: Rare
Health Points: +20
Physical Defense: +4
Magic Defense: +7
Speed: +3
Effects: Arousing Set (2/2) – Arousing Skills have increased effectiveness by +25%
**Item: Sexy Student Pleated Miniskirt**
Item Class: Rare
Health Points: +30
Physical Defense: +5
Magic Defense: +8
Speed: +2
Effects: Arousing Set (2/2) – Arousing Skills have increased effectiveness by +25%
Beatrice’s previous “armor” set offered some arbitrary percentage increase to her persuasion. However, Beatrice could not even tell if she ever managed to make use of it. Compared to that, an increase in the effectiveness of her arousal Skills seemed much more practical. After all, what could be more persuasive than a couple of good, hot orgasms? And combined with her new cloak that effortlessly covered her even during her brisk pace, Beatrice’s combat statistics also was a noticeable increase.
**Item: Faux Generic Woven Cloak**
Item Class: Rare
Health Points: +40
Physical Defense: +10
Magic Defense: +5
Effects: The wearer blends in the crowd, becoming nearly unnoticeable to those with low perception.
**Item: Choker of a Phyx**
Item Class: Rare
Health Points: +10
Physical Defense: +3
Magic Defense: +6
Effects: Bleed resistance +80%
**Information**
**Name** Beatrice
**Age** 18
**Class** Succubus
**Level** 18 (22%)
**Health Points** 540/540 (+0.88/sec)
**Arousal Points** 36/279 (+0.01/sec)
**Stamina Points** 190/190 (+0.48/sec)
**Physical Attack** 17
**Physical Defense** 32
**Magic Attack** 19
**Magic Defense** 39
**Speed** 17
“Let’s just say that wearing more heavy-duty, high-class armor to the Forge of Champions can be not only pointless, but even dangerous,” Ember said as she stopped by an unremarkable door in a narrow, skewed house that—like many others in the area—seemed to grow out of the rocks, and was lodged between several sharp formations.
“We’re here,” Ember said and knocked on the door.
## 216: To the Forge
“What are you doing?” Ember asked Beatrice when she saw the succubus just standing behind her. “Didn’t Samantha give you a mask?”
“Oh, right,” Beatrice had almost forgotten about the mask she received from Samantha in her hurry outside, along with the other items. Beatrice pulled out the so-called mask and took another look at it.
Beatrice had already examined the mask when she received it and was hesitant to wear it. It added no combat stats and clashed with the “slutty student” outfit she had going under her cloak. Quite frankly, it looked like something golden-age comic superheroes would wear. Black, narrower than the simplest of carnival masks, it barely covered the area around Beatrice’s eyes. The idea that it would somehow conceal Beatrice’s identity seemed preposterous, had it not been for the reassuring item description.
**Item: Mask of Concealment**
Item Class: Rare
Effects: As long as the mask is worn, conceals the wearer’s identity from anyone that did not witness the wearer put on the mask unless the wearer reveals their identity.
The handle on the door that Ember knocked on moved and Beatrice put on the mask before the door fully opened and an old, dirty, beggar-like figure appeared from the shadows within.
“Go away, I have already found my faith!” the old man hissed, revealing his misaligned, rotting teeth.
“I offer crimson fruit to the hungry rats,” Ember answered.
The old man looked at Ember, then at Beatrice, studying the succubus top to bottom, and said, “The blind cats multiply.”
“Only to be devoured by the rats,” Ember replied.
“You’re late, the Games are about to begin,” the old man said with a changed voice and tone, bowed and stepped aside, gesturing the guests inside.
“We’re right on time, then,” Ember smiled and went inside, nodding for Beatrice to follow her.
Once inside, Ember lit up a flame in her hand and guided Beatrice down a rocky path that seemed to lead underground.
“Is there any actual relevance to mice?” Beatrice asked about the secret password Ember exchanged with the doorman.
“Only if you believe that that’s how she views the low-class citizens,” Ember chuckled.
“’She’?”
“One of the main organizers of the Forge of Champions,” Ember said as they both went deeper down a steadily declining, narrow tunnel carved through some kind of hard, colored rocks that Beatrice could not name even if she recognized the types. The tunnel was not dissimilar to the one through which Beatrice and Ember left Princess Mary’s room.
“Long ago, this city had its beginnings as a prosperous mining town, which obviously was conquered by the toughest brutes around that were eager to get their hands on the wealth,” Ember said. “After exchanging hands a few times, it became a base for what soon turned into the fledgling Kingdom of Larpsus. Fitting, that the Kingdom is on the brink of ending where it began.”
As Ember and Beatrice went down, Beatrice heard distant noise coming from the deep. Even as more paths connected along the way down, and increased in height and width, nobody bothered to light the paths that led there, so Beatrice found it convenient to have her personal human torch with her at all time. Along with the increasing noise from the deep, Beatrice also heard distant conversations echoing in front of them and behind, coming from within various tunnels that connected and intersected.
“Of course, the mines have been mined dry long ago, but they still remain useful for these sorts of things,” Ember added.
“How many entrances are there spread throughout the city?” Beatrice asked, realizing the true scope of these underground games.
“Dozens, at least,” Ember said. “The organizers have several Earth Mages that collapse some tunnels and free others, changing up the entrances if needed. It’s not like anyone doesn’t know that these games take place, but still, appearances have to be kept, so they use all the different entrances into the mines to avoid forming literal mobs in a single place before the start of the games.”
“Might as well have and made it official and got the hiding over with,” Beatrice said. When she considered all the other fucked up things that took place in this city, the addition of some gladiatorial games seemed a trifling matter.
“Organizing fights to the death is still supposed to be not only forbidden but also punishable by death,” Ember reminded with a smile. “The King and the others in charge like to keep up the appearance that rules and order still exist. And they do, for some things, for some people. Besides, this place is probably one of the best to host the Forge of Champions anyway.”
The noise of the crowd in the deep grew louder with each step, the tunnels grew larger and brighter as they linked up and widened to dozens of feet in width and height. Beatrice and Ember were no longer alone in the converging tunnels as more men, women, and beastkin joined them.
The tunnels were hotter and brighter as they were lit by flames, burning in the narrow trenches at the corners of the tunnels. The flames that were at first only a couple of inches high, grew to several feet high, spreading from a giant, arch-like fiery opening in the rocky wall.
Despite the flames and heat that emanated from the twenty-foot-high opening, it already gathered a considerable crowd, and more approached. Excited citizens of Klapsus, smiling and laughing, all heading to the fiery opening that to Beatrice might as well have been the gates of Hell itself.
## 217: The Masked Sexy Participant
Beatrice and Ember went through the increasing crowd of multi-raced citizens of Klapsus and approached the twenty-foot-high opening. Pillars of flame shot high up on both sides of the opening as if powered by industrial-grade flamethrowers, radiating immense heat on all that passed them. But the waves of heat from the flame pillars only prepared for the heat coming from within. Beatrice’s jaw dropped as she looked at what awaited all the viewers and participants.
A dizzying maze of narrow paths and multi-leveled platforms of rocks and stone stood upon pillars or were carved in sheer rock formations with no clear edge or sign of where man-made creations ended and the natural formations began or how they were constructed over the bottomless pits they overlooked. And out of those pits, countless flames shot up one after another in spectacular balls of fire that lit up the twisted mines. Each ball of fire sent a new wave of heat into the crowds. And the waves of heat reached Beatrice even from the most distant fireballs.
Beatrice no longer had to wonder why Samantha saw no reason to provide her with proper armor. The succubus was already sweating under her cloak and took it off. Anyone stupid enough to come here in full metal armor would pass out from the heat and eventually die from countless fourth-degree burns.
Beatrice looked at Ember with amazement at how her bodyguard could remain in her blue robes in these conditions. The freckled redhead seemed completely unfazed by the heat, and Beatrice could only assume that skilled fire mages had ways to mitigate heat not only from their spells but also from other sources.
But despite all the light that illuminated these underground mines, Beatrice could not see the bottom of the chasms from which the pillars and walls of razor-sharp rocks rose out. Many paths and pillars connected dozens and hundreds of feet below, but even those connections disappeared in the bottomless darkness below.
However, despite the perils of falling to their deaths, nobody seemed concerned that nearly none of the many paths, bridges, and platforms had any railings or other visible safety measures to speak of, even as many people walked across them and leisurely took position at the very edges to get a better view. Select few platforms had some metal railings installed, but even those would not pass a single safety inspection in modern society.
“You are the last-minute participant, are you not?” a masked man asked Beatrice with an official tone after suddenly appearing from the crowd. The man wore nothing but a black skirt that reached to his knees and a black mask that had a red flame painted across it. His build was above average muscle-wise, with barely any fat on him. The sweat that poured down his body indicated that he had already spent many hours here while remaining well-hydrated.
Beatrice paused for a second, reminding herself why she came here, took a deep breath, breathed out, and said, “That is correct.”
“Follow me,” the masked man said and turned his sweaty back toward Beatrice.
“Keep your eyes open,” Ember said. “Don’t hesitate and show no mercy! Because you’ll receive none.”
“I’d expect nothing less in a place like this,” Beatrice said, handed Ember her cloak, and followed the sweaty masked man through the semi-naked crowd.
“Woah, look at that one!” one of the men exclaimed as his eyes got glued to Beatrice’s underboob.
“By the Gods! Who is that sexy bimbo!?” another man went googly-eyed.
“She’s got to be from the S.E.C.R.E.T. Guild! B-rank, at least!”
“Don’t tell me she’s also participating!?”
“Hey, sweetie! Don’t go there! Stay with us! We’ll treat you well!”
“You wish! As if a high-class babe like that would care for your puny cock!”
Beatrice heard similar drivel coming from all directions. However, as none of the men or women dared to touch her or get in her or the masked man’s way, Beatrice paid little mind to their comments while she and the masked man approached one of the narrow paths that descended to a large, circular platform that stood upon a massive pillar, where several dozen men and women already gathered.
“But that outfit… I’ve seen it somewhere…”
“Isn’t it what those spoiled brats in that magic academy used to wear?”
“I never heard anything about no masks.”
“Obviously, she doesn’t want to reveal her identity to a degenerate like you!”
“Whatever happened to that place?”
“I heard they were the first to be destroyed.”
“That’s what they want you to think! They just shut their gates and turned their backs on the rest of us!”
“You think she could be one of the students from that place?”
“No way!”
“Who cares!? Better tell me what do I have to do to fuck this ‘student’!”
“Try your luck and join the action!”
“E-eh… I would, but I sprained my ankle!”
“Bwahaha! Yeah, right! Was that before or after got banned from entering the S.E.C.R.E.T. District for masturbating while peeping through the windows?”
“Nah, it was when me and my buddies ran a train on your momma!”
“My mother’s dead, asshole!”
“I know!”
“… Not funny man. Not funny!”
Beatrice rolled her eyes and was happy to get out of range of that particular crowd as she followed the masked man across the first bridge down the path that led to the center area with the other participants of the Games.
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