**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.
## 278: Thrill of the Kill
As the two bodies cooled on the rocks in a pool of their own blood and guts, in the shadows of the cave-like platform, away from the public eye, Felicia stepped away from the encroaching blood, pressing against the railings to avoid even a drop touching her naked feet or her snow-white hair that reached the ground.
“Why did you do that!?” Felicia protested the masked girl’s actions.
“Since when did you develop hearing problems? Are those stupidly long ears just for show?” the masked girl asked while she still basked in the aftermath of her bloody killings. Her moans of pleasure grew rarer and quieter, rather, she now seemed to purr like a cat while warm blood soaked through her robes, seeped through the holes of her white mask, and dripped on her closed eyes, flowing across her face like bloody tears that she licked up with joy, savoring its metallic taste.
This lasted for far too long as far as Felicia was concerned, yet far too briefly for the blood-drenched girl. She breathed in and out, slowly, deeply, enjoying the final moments of the passing excitement. With her back toward Felicia, the girl lifted up her mask and licked a little bit of blood off the blade of her dagger. But it was already different. The thrill of the kill came and went, the blood on her blade had already cooled. With her high passing, the blood on the blade was now no better than the blood under her feet, cold and dirty, nothing like when it is freshly spilled from a warm, living, breathing body, pumped out through cut arteries by a failing heart.
The girl sighed, and—finally turning her attention to Felicia—said, “I told you, didn’t I? They would have ratted me out as soon as we returned to the palace.”
“But why kill them here? You could have just gotten rid of them somewhere in the tunnels later! What If somebody saw you from below?”
“… So?”
“‘So?’ You risk ruining the mysterious image of the supreme overseers of the games!”
“Oh, give me a break! Every single shitter here knows that this entire event is run by the Guild! ‘Thelicia Fundershnauf’? Ha!”
“That’s the point!” Felicia hissed through grit teeth in a low voice, letting her frustration show too obviously.
“You forget yourself!” the girl said and slowly lifted her bloodied curved dagger, pointing the pointy end at Felicia’s face. She held her dagger like that for a couple of seconds. Felicia did not flinch. She did not even blink. The bloody assassin sighed, lowered the dagger, and said, “You ruined the moment. Let’s just get back to the games.”
The white-masked girl put her dagger away and walked to the railing next to Felicia as if nothing had happened. Felicia looked to see that the blood did not reach her hair before turning back to the arena.
“Won’t those two be missed in the palace?” Felicia asked.
The robed girl shrugged and said, “We have more of those back in the palace.”
Felicia tilted her head questioningly.
“So, where were we?” the robed girl asked as she viewed the participants, gathered in the arena below. “Ah, the one that killed my experiment!”
That was not ‘where they were’, but Felicia understood that pressing the issue directly would be pointless, possibly detrimental. At least for now. “Number Sixty-nine did not kill that creature alone. She probably would’ve died if not for another participant. So, I would not get your hopes too high up.”
“Oh? And who’s the other one?”
“Already dead. They both were lucky, and your mutant had several weak spots.”
“…”
“What’s taking so long!?” as the crowds gathered to view the next round of the games, more and more people were dissatisfied with the waiting.
“They never start on time,” someone pointed out.
“Waiting for those late cummers foot fetishists, haha!”
“But this is too long!”
Hearing the growing unrest, Felicia quickly clarified, “Are there any other ‘experiments’ I should be aware of before we proceed?”
“No, no, that was just the one.”
“Alright, then we resume—”
“Absolutely! Next are the duels, right?”
“Correct,” Felicia nodded, without appreciation for getting interrupted.
“Great! There’s just one small change that we’ll make for this round.”
*Oh, no!* Felicia had a bad feeling about this.
## 279: Chance of a Kill
Beatrice was one of the last to arrive at the arena, followed shortly by Olivia.
“Good luck,” Bob said quietly and let Beatrice walk forward from one of the six winding paths while staying behind himself. Beatrice took a few steps forward and looked around at the competition that she had left. Fourteen others and one more, Olivia, approaching from a nearby rocky path that led to the arena, guided by a shirtless, black-masked guard of her own.
Among the remaining participants was the infamous Number Seven, a giant of a man that seemed to be placed in a different category compared to the others. Others included: the dark-dressed, pale-skin girl that popped her bubblegum while killing time and calmly waiting for the next round; a redhead girl in a white and blue uniform with a dark and brooding aura enveloping her; a gray wolfkin with emerald eyes that looked like he was born in fights, raised in fights, and would die in senseless fights; an unassuming human girl who Beatrice last saw getting double-teamed by her teammates before the first round.
Beatrice blinked and shook her head, wondering if she misrecognized the girl, but—not finding fault in her own memory—the succubus was left wondering how this innocent-looking girl managed to survive and murder two or three of her team to make it to this round.
Beatrice looked up and saw the little monster of a hairball have a discussion with one of the white-mask figures. Even without seeing their mouths move, hidden behind their oval masks, the body language and gestures betrayed a hidden dialogue. Beatrice could not hear a single word the announcer said, despite the fact that previously the slightest chuckle coming from that beastkin’s mouth was louder than a desperate cry of another dying participant in the arena. *Some kind of enhancement magic,* Beatrice concluded and, seeing as she seemed to have some time to kill before the round began, went to Olivia to talk to her zealous friend.
“Did you have a good rest?” Beatrice asked Olivia with a smile, approaching the petite ninja from the side.
“Y-yeah… Fantastic! Slept and ate, and had all sorts of fun!” Olivia said dismissively, averting her eyes from Beatrice. “What about you?”
“Oh, can’t complain,” Beatrice said as she scratched her neck. “Made a few unexpected friends.”
That caught Olivia’s attention as she sharply switched her gaze to Beatrice, eyeing the succubus through her one eye with frustration, while the other was obstructed with layers of her long, bleached bangs.
“Is something wrong?”
“N-no!” Olivia averted her gaze again.
Beatrice chuckled. The succubus had thought to bring up Olvia’s stalker that had suspicious similarities to a certain someone, but after a second consideration decided that it would be petty. Instead, Beatrice wanted to bring up a far more serious concern. “How did your first round go?”
“Great! A piece of cake! I thought it would be more of a challenge, but I overestimated my competition.”
“What will you do if we end up facing each other in a battle to the death?”
“Ah?”
“Hadn’t you considered such a possibility? Whether we both have something to prove or test our skills or something else, what will you do if you have to fight me? Your decision for us to go separate ways ended up fortunate, but if we were on the same team, only one of us would be alive right now… Did you know how the first round would turn out?”
“Not precisely,” Olivia hesitated. “They always change up the rules. It was probably just as likely that they would have the teams kill each other…”
“And if we have to fight each other this round?”
“I would aim to strike you down at the first opportunity!”
“Oh?” Beatrice was slightly surprised by such a bold proclamation. Though thinking about it, any other train of thought would make little sense for Olivia to join these games at the same time as Beatrice.
“The more time…I spend with you,” Olivia muttered quietly, gathering her resolve. “I slip further and further away from my goal!”
“But I told you—”
“The fault is with me!” Olivia snapped at Beatrice. “So much pleasure… Endless indulgence… Giving in to base desires instead of focusing on my duty…”
“Olivia—”
“I HATE MYSELF!” Olivia screamed with her eyes closed, drawing attention from several participants.
“It’s… It’s all good in the head of the moment,” Olivia said quietly while looking at her feet. “It feels great. Amazing even! I’m having the time of my life with you! I never would have even imagined myself to be capable to sink to such depths. Giving up my body. My duty. My very soul! But after each of those sinful pleasures, I want to kill myself from shame even as I’m wet and horny from the mere reminiscence of the guilty joy I feel!”
“I told you I’d save your sister!”
“How do I know that!?” Olivia asked and looked at Beatrice with fury in her eye. “All you do is fuck left and right whoever you fancy! Even here! ‘New friends’? They’re all scum! Deplorable monsters that get hard or wet as they watch us slaughter each other! If there was any truth to your promises, you would have stopped this abhorrent event by now! If you do not have the strength or will to do that, why should I believe in your empty promises to help me with my goal?”
## 280: The Savior’s Duty
*This again?* Beatrice breathed heavily, holding back from slapping some sense into the ninja. As much as Beatrice might have felt responsible for leading Olivia off her holier-than-thou path—*Oh for fuck’s sake!*
“You’re going to blame me for finally helping you live a little?” Beatrice asked.
“I’m not here to have fun!”
“Right,” Beatrice lowered her voice and walked closer to Olivia so that the entire arena couldn’t hear their conversation. “You’re here to test how powerful you are and if you end up dying ‘oh well I hate myself anyway’! All the more reason to be grateful to me for having something to remember before your death.”
“So sure that I would die, are you?”
“If we end up facing each other? How do you expect us both to come out alive in that situation?”
“I’d have to kill you—”
“As if!”
“Could you be any more condescending?”
*You, little ungrateful…* Beatrice kept silent and instead, using all her will to keep it together. *This was a wish-fulfillment world created for me! Not you! Not that you could possibly know that… Does that mean that your whole existence was created by an annoyed goddess to be a ‘sister saving quest’ for me? How many other such quests I unwittingly missed? Will miss? Or are there simply countless fantasy worlds like this and you’re just lucky to be ‘blessed’ by a perv like me? Fuck! If we end up facing each other… I’m not about to die for your sake!*
“Did you forget how that fight in the Shadow Woods went?” Beatrice tried to remind of the clear gap in power that was should have been apparent even then, before another massive series of level-ups.
“You’re not the only one improving every day!”
“I highly doubt we’re at the same pace,” Beatrice leaned to Olivia’s ear to make sure no one else heard, and whispered, “I’m ‘the Savior’, remember? ‘Foretold by The Scrolls’ and all that!”
“Well then… *‘Savior’*!” Olivia said with the word ‘Savior’ with a particular ridiculing accentuation, even as she was at the point of tears. “Save! If you can… Or get the fuck out of my way!”
“What did you expect from me, exactly!? That would just snap my fingers and in a blink of an eye an entire all-powerful, multi-layered shadowy organization? An organization with no apparent head to cut off? The same organization that seems to have a near-limitless supply of soldiers (including teleporting ones!), royalty, officials… Most of the population! The same organization that took over an entire city and—apparently—the king himself!?”
“No! The organization… The city… The king himself, they can all go fuck themselves! Like they do right now. I just want to rescue a single hostage!”
“And what about everyone else? Now, who’s being selfish?”
“…”
“It may look like this is just a desperate city with desperate people… There’s clear will behind all of this. The sex guild, the alcohol, the drugs, the games…”
“I can’t let Emily end up like everyone else!” Olivia sobbed. “I can’t allow myself to become like everyone else! It’s amazing! Just letting go and fucking each other senseless… Fucking incredible! … But I was supposed to be stronger than that!”
“Olivia,” Beatrice placed her hands on the ninja’s shoulders and looked into Olivia’s eye that was not obstructed by her bleached bangs. “I’m a succubus! A literal lust demon, brought here to save this world by using the very same powers that seem to have brought forth its downfall. I’ve had lots of sex since I’ve got here. I’ve spread lots of pleasure. And I will continue to do that. I might be selfish and impulsive, yes! But I also grow stronger with each passing hour! I told you that I’ll save your sister! And that’s exactly what I will do! So, pull yourself together and stop these freak-outs!”
Olivia sniffled and breathed heavily.
“You’re going to be alright?” Beatrice asked.
“Y-yeah! Yeah! I’m fine! I know what I’m doing!”
“Then don’t get yourself killed!” Beatrice tried to get through to Olivia. “I’m not about to go through some ‘it was her last wish to see you free!’ cliché! You have to be there for that moment!”
“O-of course!” Olivia wiped away her tears.
“… Has there ever even been an instance where more than one person survived this farce?”
“… Once or twice.”
Beatrice breathed deeply again, and said, “Then let’s improve that statistic!”
The crowds got increasingly noisy. Beatrice looked up to the podium, where just two figures stood: the black-mask announcer and her white-mask companion. The two looked at each other, talking or just staring—Beatrice couldn’t tell. But after a few more seconds, the announcer waved her hand and turned to the railing and the crowds.
“Ladies and gentlemen! Ladies and gentlemen!” a loud, high-pitched female voice returned to the mines, echoing through them. “It is time for the second round!”
Beatrice stood next to Olivia, feeling an increasing pressure to perform and do more than should have even been required of her.
*I’ll just have to figure out how to get you out of this alive!* Beatrice thought when she glanced at the ninja next to her. Even if it was just to prove that she could, Beatrice was determined to get Olivia out of here alive and save her damn sister. Out of spite, if it came to that!
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