New Life As A Lewd Futanari Succubus (CH 275-277) [Futanari][Futa/Female][Futa/Futa]

**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.

## 275: Balls and Masks

“That’s wonderful!” Bob cheered when he heard Beatrice’s generosity.

“Hold up!” Beatrice put up her hand and instantly curbed Bob’s rejoicing. “I said ‘I could’. And I can. But that doesn’t mean I will simply go around spending my powers left and right!”

“I-I see,” Bob’s stature dropped an inch. It all made sense. Not only were Bob and others unable to offer this woman help in the coming games, but she also declared no desire to receive it. What incentive would she have to waste her powers? “What would it take for them to at least temporarily get the chance to feel like men again? Like I did?”

“It will simply depend on how they ask,” Beatrice said with a kind expression but with finality to her tone that made it clear she would not explain further.

And indeed, she did not. Bob understood clearly. This woman needed but one thing. Loyalty. The one thing that was so hard to come by in this city.

“You need not worry—none among the black masks has any love for the white masks,” Bob reassured Beatrice, but did not dare bow in such close proximity to the spectators and the overseers within the crowds, less his new allegiance was discovered.

“I never am,” Beatrice said with utter surety. Even if Beatrice did question her decisions, worry about her fate, her goals, her allies—there was absolutely no reason for someone like Bob to even imagine anything other than absolute confidence. Beatrice simply nodded ahead for Bob to resume his actual job before they really got in trouble for being late.

“R-right,” Bob turned around and rushed forward into the laughing, drinking, jeering, moaning, cumming crowds, beating himself up for his stupidity. *Stupid! Coward! What kind of questions were those? Can’t even bow? Who’s more important!? The horny, bloodthirsty idiots that are too busy gawking at titties or a being with powers not seen since the Old Days? Say something!* “It’s not really a big deal if we’re a few minutes late or not. The spectators are the ones always late from the entertainment areas, and the only thing that matters to those drunks is a good show, not how strictly it follows a schedule.”

“Uhuh,” Beatrice acknowledged Bob’s information while thinking of something far more important. *White masks, huh?* Beatrice recalled what Bob said back before the “rest”. *The organizers of the Forge of Champions. Then where are they? How powerful are they? I’ll need to proceed with care when I eventually meet these mysterious, white-masked figures. If even one of them was powerful enough to castrate and subdue such potent fire mages…*

While Beatrice had no way to accurately gauge the magic prowess of Bob and the other black masks from the few tricks they displayed during the first round, their position in the arena told Beatrice enough. They needed to be able to deal with anyone who volunteered for these games. With all participants. Prevent any from escaping even when left one on one. Guarding the spectators, if necessary. Though the mandatory nature of that last theoretical points was highly questionable in this decadent, bloody event. The average mercenary scum that Beatrice faced before did not even register as a threat compared to these men.

*Could Ember beat one of them? All of them?* Beatrice tried to guess how her fire-wielding bodyguard compared to these fire mages. Ember was never really challenged during their time together. In fact, now that Beatrice thought about it, Ember only ever fought in combat one time. Beatrice had fought more often than her own bodyguard. Not that Beatrice had any complaints about the opportunities for additional combat experience and levels. But the one time Ember fought, that ended up being such a one-sided slaughter that it did not even seem to make Ember get remotely serious. *Where is she anyway?*

Beatrice did not see Ember once since they parted in these mines. That was not anything particularly unexpected or worrying, considering the thousands that gathered here, but Beatrice realized that she would have liked to at least catch a glimpse of her partner. *Get a hold of yourself!*

As Beatrice scanned through the crowds for familiar faces, she saw Galla—or Gamma here—having a casual, cheerful conversation with a couple of girls at the ‘Dick Rating’ booths. *Guess she’s already done with this round’s ‘reward’*, Beatrice thought as she carefully stepped over the slimy wooden spheres with numbers on them that were lying on the ground all over the place. The number signified the lucky guy or gal to receive ‘Gamma’s oral-service while the lucky ball’s thrower would later get a lay with a champion. Beatrice momentarily caught herself imagining what game could she play with the lucky winner that would surpass the ball pussy-launching.

The second face familiar face that Beatrice saw was Olivia, returning from her rest, guided by an escort of her own, followed by a dreamy-eyed woman that had a rather obvious resemblance to Beatrice, body type-wise. The big breasts, the hips, the skimpy outfit, the type and length of hair, though the color was way off—half-bleached orange. It was as obvious that the woman was enamored with Olivia as it was obvious that Olivia could not care less.

Beatrice had a teasing question or two for Olivia once they both returned to the arena, especially considering that Olivia was just as late as Beatrice. The succubus looked up to the highest, isolated platform from which the pompous furball announcer oversaw the games. There she stood. Five feet tall, face covered by her black mask with a blue flame, with three other, taller figures at her side, all with white masks with red flames painted across them.

*Ah,* Beatrice saw a new threat appear, much sooner than she anticipated.

## 276: White Masks

“It’s rare for you to miss even a single round,” Felicia Thundershnauf said. The black mask-wearing ball of snow-white hair said with her back toward the newly arrived, white mask-wearing trio. Unlike the other times she spoke, this time her voice was not magnified for all the crowds to hear, which allowed speaking discretely with the privileged.

All three figures that arrived through one of many secret tunnels behind them wore fiery-red robes. All three had hoods on their heads to conceal even their hairstyles, though the masks were fully visible. Two—the tallest figures that stood behind, at either side of the middle figure—held their hands behind their backs, with straight and proper posture, chest out, shoulders wide. A posture of guards at their post.

“Bah! That annoying old hag had her fucking—shit! Fuck! Forget it!” the shortest of the three white masks cursed repeatedly as she walked up to the railings next to the white-haired announcer. The voice clearly belonged to a young female, and even the hanging fiery red robes could not fully hide her developed body. Short as the female white mask was compared to the other two, the girl still had a full head over the hairball who barely reached five feet.

“I hope I didn’t miss anything particularly exciting,” the girl sighed and casually rested against the metal bars: elbows on the metal, head in hands. “Usually, the first round is just to get rid of the boring shitters, so it should be fine.”

Though the girl’s expression was fully hidden behind the mask, her frustration radiated from her voice and posture. She looked down to the crowds, in the same direction that the announcer was looking.

The announcer of the games paid little attention to the swearing or complaining of the white-masked girl. She simply continued watching the debauchery of the citizens of Klapsus with slight amusement. “Like children eating dirt, aren’t they?”

“H-What!?” the white mask looked at the back of the white hairball.

“Ah, right… My bad! Terribly sorry for the poor joke,” Felicia made a half-assed apology after a moment’s pause and continued observing the arena and the participants that slowly returned to it. Number Seven was among the first to arrive, well in advance of the time limit, even before the white masks arrived.

“Not much need for rest for that one?” Felicia giggled. “I hope he doesn’t have ‘performance issues’ in the bedroom. Though it would explain the overcompensation on the battlefield, wouldn’t it?”

“Is he someone worth paying attention to?” the white mask girl asked and studied the muscle mountain with mild curiosity.

“He is among the favorites to win… Yeah, you did miss some fun stuff.”

“FUCKING SHIT, I knew it!!” the girl cursed and slammed her fists against the rails. She cursed loud enough to form a small echo in the dark mines despite the immense noise pollution created by the crowds that were concluding their intermission activities and returning with excitement to watch the next round of games.

“Calm down, the others will hear!” Felicia finally turned to the potty mouth girl.

“Who the fuck you think you’re talking to!?”

“… I’m sorry, Your Highness,” Felicia bowed slightly. “All that I meant is that you should try and preserve the image and the mythical aura of the white masks. Those that get upset easily are…”

The white-masked girl breathed deep and clenched the bars as she got a hold of herself. “If it wasn’t for that annoying… It’s fine! I’m fine! Not a piece of some-ARGH! FUCKING OLD GEEZER!”

Felicia stood nearby silently. Neither recoiling nor moving closer to calm the girl. She did not so much as flinch. Felicia had already voiced her concern once, there was no point repeating herself as none of the white masks had short-term memory issues, as far as she was aware.

But seeing that her suggestion was thoroughly ignored, Felicia simply cast a dampening spell. It was a simple spell that worked in exactly opposite way to her voice enhancement spell that allowed Felicia to do her job here so efficiently. Now, with the invisible dampening barrier created around the platform they stood on, Felicia no longer had to worry that any unnecessary information would be given away.

“… Is this it?” the girl asked as she viewed the participants that had gathered in the arena.

“Hmm? Almost, yes,” Felicia nodded as she counted the participants who were already in the arena along with their shirtless, kilt-wearing escorts. “A couple more are on their way. See? On those three paths?”

“… Wasn’t there a couple participating tonight? Both wore fur, the woman had glasses…”

“Oh, yes! They’re dead.”

“WHAT!? … Really? After all the trouble I went through… I was sure that it would have at least some effect…”

“What effect?” Felicia’s tone of voice changed abruptly, no longer the playful one.

“I guess none if they kicked it against these shitters!” the girl exhaled in frustration.

“Your highness, may I ask what you were expecting from those two?” Felicia insistently probed for information.

The girl turned her head toward the little hairball and looked down on the announcer. “What. Did. I. Miss?”

“Are you perhaps referring to the nine or ten feet tall, four-armed, two-headed mutant?”

## 277: A Matter of a Mutant

“Two-headed?” the white mask girl asked with rising excitement.

“Correct,” Felicia nodded.

“Yes!” the girl cheered and clenched her fist with excitement, confirming Felicia’s previous question. The description of the mutant was everything the girl could have hoped for and more! But her excitement died as quickly as it came to life. Because of the simple fact that the mutant was nowhere to be seen. “What happened? You have to give me all the details!”

“But the next round—”

“Can wait! If any of those useless shitters dares to complain I’ll gut them myself!”

“I see.”

“See what? Hurry up! You’re starting to remind me of a certain rodent. Why was there only one monster? Did the other idiot die before they transformed? How much did the mutant improve in strength? How did it act? Was it still human? Was it a demon? Something in between? What abilities did it have? How did it behave?”

“After quick and disgraceful losses, participants Number Twenty-five and Twenty-six unleashed a wave of dark energy and combined inside it into a single creature with two heads,” Felicia reported in a near-monotone voice. “The creature far exceeded any combat capabilities the participants had displayed before. Though the creature appeared sentient, to the point of talking with itself, it was more demon than human. Immense physical strength, durability, and speed, as well as morphing capabilities. Easily agitated, hard to put down.”

“But it was put down,” the white mask girl sighed. “How? Why? Was-was it simply too powerful? The black masks had to put it down?”

“No, we did no such thing,” Felicia shook her head. “Your experiment was put down in combat by another participant.”

“Seriously!? One of these shitters!?” the girl was shocked as she grabbed the railing and leaned over it, looking at the sixteen participants that were gathered below. “Which one?”

“A little cockroach,” Felicia said dismissively. “Participant Number Sixty-nine. The one with giant tits and a skirt shorter than your temper.”

“Cute,” the girl said and studied the monster-killer. “… Do you have any idea who she is?”

“No.”

“Neither do I. Strange, isn’t it?”

“You hardly ever leave the palace.”

“And you hardly ever leave the streets. So how could neither of us have ever met that big-breasted bimbo?”

“The population of this city is still respectable. And we do still have fresh, legal meat appear in this city from time to time as they grow up.”

“Or sneak in…”

“Either way she is a dead girl walking, with plenty of time to study her in detail,” Felicia dismissed the importance of participant Number Sixty-Nine. “However, a demonic mutant suddenly appearing out of thin air in my arena—”

“’Your’ arena?”

Felicia’s eye twitched visibly, through the holes in her mask. “My apologies, Your Highness! I am but a humble overseer. But you must understand that this is no small matter! Even though I downplayed such a bizarre creature suddenly appearing, and even most of the citizens here are too drunk, horny, or stupid to pay any mind to it, and some to even remember—”

“Just another spectacle of the gory Forge of Champions! Nothing more.”

“I see,” wheels turned in the little hairball’s head. “A pair of strange magicians found their way into the city. Were they seeking fame and glory? A little excitement? A secure position? Their goals were unknown, but their arrogance and stupidity proved to be their downfall in the very first round of the brutal death games. A few rumors of powerful magicians could appear, or perhaps aberrant spawn of the Demon Horde? Something to talk about…”

“Exactly! Yet one of the reasons you’re so favored!” the white mask girl laughed and patted Felicia on the shoulder. “Though, without a doubt, your best qualities are your loyalty and discretion…”

The white mask girl dashed toward the other two white mask figures and gutted them like pigs with two quick, deep slashes through the robes across their bellies, and two more across their throats.

“Your High-ghalrh!

“Glhrughlf—!”

Both men that stood silently in the background like loyal guards now found themselves bleeding out, covering their assassin with a fountain of blood from their throats while warm guts spilled out of their bellies and splashed against the rocks under the rocks, oozing outward in all directions across the platform as the dead meat of two persons fell over.

“Ew!! No!” Felicia protested.

“Ah! I’m sorry,” the girl said with absolutely no remorse as she spread her arms and moaned sweetly while she let the blood pour over her body. She held a curved stainless steel dagger in her right hand, its ruby crystal coated in the blood of its victims. “I had completely forgotten that while I could trust you with a secret, I most certainly could not trust my mother’s lapdogs!”

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