230: Provoking the Husband

The moment that the four-eyed milf shouted for Beatrice’s death, the hooded snake lady jumped for the dagger that lay closer to the milf than the snake lady.

“Oh no you don’t!” the milf jumped for the dagger too. With them both on the ground, the snake lady managed to reach the dagger first, but before she got to use it, the milf grabbed Number Sixty-six’s arm and punched her in the chest with such force that it knocked the breath right out of her and she let the dagger fall out of her hand.

With a self-satisfied smile, the milf grabbed the dagger and rose to her feet while Number Sixty-six struggled to breathe.

“Weakling,” she scoffed and turned her head to her husband to—“AAAAAAAAAHHH!!”

The snake lady bit the milf’s wrist like an animal, piercing the skin and causing blood to flow.

“YOU FUCKING BASTARD!!!” Number Twenty-five screamed in pain and punched the snake lady right in the head, forcing her to let go of the bleeding wrist and knocking her back on the ground. Deep, skin-piercing human teeth marks were clearly visible on the side of Number Twenty-five’s wrist, however, even such a basic, animalistic attack was not enough to reclaim the dagger that remained in the milf’s hand.

“What a barbarian!” Number Twenty-six said, disgusted by such tactics.

“Argh! Fucking—” Number Twenty-five cursed and held her wrist, grimacing from the pain, which gave the snake lady the seconds she needed to get back on her feet and increase the distance between them.

Number Twenty-five retaliated and lunged at the snake lady with the dagger, aiming to cut her to pieces before another unorthodox tactic could be used. The snake lady avoided the blade repeatedly, without making a single counterattack. However, Number Twenty-five added kicks and punches to the attacks until she finally landed a direct kick into the snake lady’s stomach and sent her flying a dozen yards back.

“Too bad for him, but my wife is crazy strong,” Number Twenty-six said with pride. “She didn’t even need that little toothpick, though her desire to secure every possible advantage is one of her finer qualities! You want to get started now or do you prefer to watch her pulverize that skinny hooded guy first?”

“Either way is fine with me,” Beatrice said, but decided to clear up a certain confusion, “but that’s not a guy though.”

“... What the hell are you talking about? That’s obviously a dude!” Number Twenty-six argued.

“Nope!” Beatrice shook her head. “Her face may not be the most typical and martially hidden, her breasts may not come even close to measuring to your wife’s, but it’s not a dude.”

“B-but...He clearly had a dick! I saw it when he fucked my wife!”

“I gave it to him,” Beatrice said, figuring that it didn’t matter if this man knew about her powers or not, considering that only one of them would survive the next half hour.

“You? Gave... What? ... Who—no—what are you?”

“A hero that will save the world,” Beatrice answered with a slight smile.

“A ‘hero’?” the man repeated with a ridiculing laugh. “In a place like this? And your plan for ‘saving the world’ is to turn every girl into a guy and make the remaining sentient population die out?”

“What? No! That’s just one of my sexual powers!” Beatrice explained calmly. “It allows me to transform the clits of sexy girls into big fat cocks and let them fuck each other to experience a whole new world of pleasure!”

“… I… I’ve heard things before… I’ve seen things before… Horrible things… Done by monstrous people,” Number Twenty-six said quietly and slowly, barely louder than a whisper, which was hard to hear as the fighting and screaming broke out all across the arena. “But in all my years I have not met anyone as abhorrently and incomprehensibly evil as you.”

“You’re so close-minded,” Beatrice said and waved off such a statement as silly, purposefully making fun of the man and provoking him. “I do not have a single unsatisfied customer! Once they experience the joy of simultaneous climax from fucking and getting fucked at the same time, their lives are changed forever!”

“…” The man did not respond, nor did he look into Beatrice’s eyes. His head was slightly tilted down, and the bangs of his sleek pink hair cast a shadow on his eyes. He only clenched his fists tighter while an increasingly protruding blood vessel on the side of his forehead threatened to pop.

Seeing this, Beatrice simply continued, “How do you know that it’s not something that your wife secretly desires too? You certainly seemed eager to let her be fucked by some stranger! Have you not ever considered that maybe, for once in her life your wife would like to try the other side of the pleasure? Maybe she’d love nothing more than to give you a chance to experience the joy of a big, fat cock in your ass? See you cum while she releases her big, hot load inside you?”

“I don’t often take pleasure in killing,” Number Twenty-six said as he took off his light purple fur coat and unbuttoned his purple vest. “But I will enjoy killing you!”

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