430 Red-Haired Lena

430.

“Alright, today’s match is between red-haired fighters! It’s Lena, who just got promoted to Blue rank, versus Argent, the Illusion Magician!”

The announcer’s voice, amplified to a huge volume by a magic item, echoed through the arena. The audience responded with cheers. There were far more people watching than when I fought monsters before.

The ticket sales alone must be doing pretty well. I don’t know if it’s right to watch this for money, though.

A bit of rough sand seeped between my toes. My opponent, Argent, was twirling a long staff, acting all relaxed.

Illusion Magician, huh? He doesn’t exactly look like he’s skilled in magic. Well, I can’t judge just by appearances.

Argent seemed more interested in something else, even though the fight was about to start. He was scanning my body with a sticky gaze, licking his lips.

“Heh heh, since you accepted the match, I’ll tell you this: have you heard what happens to the loser? The moment the match is decided, the winner gets the command rights to the loser’s slave crest. Well, it doesn’t last that long, but you get what I mean, right? Imagine what you’ll be subjected to in front of all these people… Heh heh heh, it’s too late to regret it now.”

“Hmm, is that so?”

Nothing to be surprised about. Arenas in erotic games usually have that kind of system. It would be weirder if it didn’t.

Besides, it’s not like I’m going to lose to some slick guy like him. Especially since I got my equipment back now.

No, don’t let my guard down. I lost to Ledo because I didn’t approach the match with enough caution. I need to fix my bad habit of underestimating opponents.

Despite his confident smile, Argent took a stance with his staff and didn’t move. Was he carefully measuring the distance? But the very next moment, I felt the pain of being hit in the stomach with a club.

“Ugh…!”

The figure of Argent, who was far away, scattered, and he appeared right in front of me. So that’s what they meant by Illusion Magician?

As soon as I felt the impact, I swung my sword. But before I knew it, the Argent in front of me had turned into an illusion. In the meantime, this time I felt the impact of the staff on my butt.

“Heh heh heh, you’ve got a nice, bouncy ass. Just you wait, I’m going to fondle that lewd ass with my own hands.”

“Ooh, she’s being toyed with! Lena, who has risen by defeating numerous giant monsters! But she’s helpless against Argent’s illusions! Argent is famous for raping the female fighters he defeats right on the spot! I wonder if that will happen this time too! This is a truly exciting moment!”

I don’t know if it’s an item or a skill, but it’s an annoying ability. Especially for me, who doesn’t have any special ability to sense presences. But I have ways to deal with it. A few, at least.

This time too, Argent wasn’t approaching from a distance. I kicked up the sand at my feet and scattered it towards him.

Same pattern as before. Argent’s illusion scattered when it touched the flying sand. Which means the real Argent is near me…!

“Haaah!”

I stomped my foot with all my might. The sand under my feet shot up like a fountain. I could see a silhouette through the rain of sand. The sand stuck to it, revealing Argent’s silhouette in a discernible form.

“There you are, Argent!”

A terrifying knee kick struck Argent, who was covered in sand, directly. I could tell from the damage of the staff that this guy’s skills were mediocre, except for his illusion ability. He couldn’t possibly withstand the Hero’s strike.

Argent, his illusion dispelled, was sprawled out on the sand. He seemed to have lost consciousness.

“The match is decided! The winner of this match is! Red-Haired Lena! She has achieved a splendid victory with her excellent improvisation and overwhelming physique!”

It seems that not all the audience members were impure people who came expecting to see the defeated female fighter get raped. The audience sent me a huge cheer for my victory, chanting ‘Red-Haired Lena.’

Honestly, it feels pretty good. This kind of thing.

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Even though he was a weak opponent, I was still somewhat tired after the match. It wasn’t a matter of physical strength, but it seemed like my mental strength was being drained by being exposed to people’s gazes. Especially in this embarrassing Sacred Armor.

Therefore, I was planning to go straight back to my and Riel’s private room. There were quite a few people who spoke to me on the way back from the arena. But the content was somewhat different from the low-quality flirting I had received at first.

“Hey, I saw the match, you’re amazing!”

“To take down ‘Newbie Fucker’ Argent so easily…!”

“A monster-level rookie has appeared…!”

“N-No big deal. This much is…”

My identity is not that of an ordinary slave. In fact, I am the strongest Hero and even defeated the Demon King. In reality, this result was as good as predetermined. But hearing these reactions while hiding that identity also felt pretty good.

Of course, those weren’t the only reactions. There were also guys who scanned my body with lewd eyes, just like before. They just didn’t show it outright. Well, I’ll forgive them for that much. It would be weirder if they didn’t feel desire looking at this body.

Ledo still wasn’t in the room when I got back. It’s better for my escape if he’s not here, though.

“You worked hard, Hero-nim! The match was really cool!”

“Oh? You came to see it?”

“Ah, no. I watched it here with that…”

Riel pointed to something hanging on the wall. It looked like a large white frame. Depending on how you looked at it, it could also be a screen…

“I found out you can watch the matches you want with that. The staff member told me.”

Riel even held up a device with lots of buttons, like a remote control. So it really was something like a screen or TV. Well, nothing to be surprised about now.

“Well, it’s a bit embarrassing. I even got hit by someone who wasn’t a big deal…”

“No, you were really cool. Hero-nim is always cool when you’re fighting, though.”

Riel replied with sparkling eyes. Oh dear, it seems I’ve unintentionally made Riel fall for me again.

“Ah, right, Riel, aren’t you going to do a match? It would be nice if we could win a day pass together and go out…”

“Um, I asked the staff member about it too… but it seems like they’re avoiding me a bit because of how I look…”

Inside this arena, Riel is currently being treated as a monster. And she has the appearance of a high-ranking demon, a High Succubus. It’s only natural that people would avoid her unless they were very confident in their skills.

“Well, nothing can be done about it then. Judging from today’s match, it doesn’t seem that difficult to get 10 consecutive wins. It’s unlikely that there are many strong people in this country who can match me.”

To be a match for me, you’d have to be at least Ledo’s level. Even Ledo using Overdrive was barely a match for me in my normal state. The riffraff in the arena are out of the question.

Ten consecutive wins would be easier than eating cake. Definitely.

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As I expected, I continued my winning streak smoothly. Defeating Ako of the Scorching Heat, Daros of the Boa Constrictor, Isaac the Red Dragon Warrior, and so on.

7 consecutive wins, and then 8 consecutive wins… Today is the day I’m fighting my 9th match.

Among the fighters, there seem to be opportunists who gather information on their opponents and only fight opponents with whom they have a favorable matchup.

But I had no intention of doing that. Such petty behavior is not something a Hero should do. Basically, I’m open to anyone. I told the staff to accept matches with anyone who requests one.

But that was a big mistake.

The moment I stepped into the arena for my 9th match, I instinctively knew I was fucked. Until then, I didn’t even know my opponent’s alias. Not until I heard the announcer’s booming voice.

“Alright, let the match begin! Can anyone stop Red-Haired Lena’s unstoppable momentum! Cherokee the Naked stands in Lena’s way!”

Cherokee the Naked. As his name suggests, he was stark naked, without a single thread on his body. Naturally, his erect dick was clearly visible in his crotch.

‘Ugh, d-dicks…’

I can’t put strength into my body. I can’t take my eyes off his dick. I was completely caught in the dick’s curse.

“Umhuoooo!”

Cherokee charged at me with a strange shout. I was knocked onto the sand by a powerful tackle. It seems Cherokee specializes in ground techniques. He was entangling my arms and legs, pressing down on my body tightly with his muscular, sturdy body.

His strength is nothing special. If I were my usual self, I would have easily broken free. But I wasn’t in a state to do that right now.

‘H-Hard body… A-And his dick is touching me…’

It feels like a pink fog has settled in my head. This was the biggest crisis I’ve faced since coming to Iolia.