CH 53.1

Crush them!

Of the ornamental gates leading from the stage of the Arena (Colosseum), a number of them was connected to a restricted zone underneath the spectator seats.

It was by no means a dangerous zone, as there were merely corridors with no particular way of use, turning them into a dead space.

From the corridor that, due to it being a remnant of a raid ruin, was dimly lit even without electric lights, one could peer into the stage through the gaps of the closed gates.

Facing the faintly lit wall, the boy who had his hands placed on it let out a sigh, before then moving away.

「Getting instantly killed is truly not a laughing matter duh.」

「That guy, he just had a class change and was so full of himself, after all. To participate in PVP battle before even getting used to the class, he really is too much of a fool, isn’t he?」

Done with his business, he peered into the gaps as he wiped his penis with a tissue.

The role of theirs, the flying column of『Wanted Men (Wild Bunch)』, was not to offer support, but to scour for prey that appeared in the interclub tournament.

Another club member, unfastening the belt of his pants and pulling them down to his knees, moved behind the pastime tool, which leaned against the wall with the buttocks stuck out.

「Ah…」

Honami’s black hair swayed in response to the penis that was vigorously inserted into her buttocks from behind.

Her body, which had been put in use all the time as killing time butthole personnel ever since she was called and brought to this place during the lunch break period, was completely on the high.

The club members, whose vigor was unnecessarily boiling in the pseudo-dungeon environment, continued to gang-rape Honami’s genitals endlessly without pause, with the ease like that of taking a leak.

Having her vaginal cavity used as they please, she had sperm poured into her womb as if it was only a matter of course.

As she was being offhandedly used around by all club members, Honami was overwhelmed by the difference in levels and being forced to submit to the habits as females, while still in a state where she had no fixed master yet.

「Ah… Haa.」

As the meat rod, which still warped up even after ejaculating, was pulled out with a pop from between her legs, the sticky lump of the amount that had been let out inside was spit out from the depths of her hole.

Every inch of both of her womb, which was swollen and completely conception ready, and her vagina, which was soft and well-kneaded, was filled with sperm.

Having the flesh of her butt tabs grabbed and spread open, the just ejaculating penis was readily put back in.

「Oh. We got words from the vice prez, guys. He told us to secure the opposing team.」

「Ah, I knew it. He was all pissed when he got chopped in the neck, after all. Ah, what a waste. That samurai girl was pretty cute, you know. I bet she’s going to get ripped to shreds. So pitiable~.」

The boy who was devouring Honami’s buttocks greedily was squeezing her breasts as if to hold them up.

「Let’s leave them alone until they make a move.」

「Rather, can’t we just go after one of them?」

「Ahi…iii.」

A moan escaped from the base of the ornamental gate, which allowed them to look into the stage.

The one used as the penis stroking tool for the boy playing the role of a lookout was Riru, who was naked and tied up.

Unlike Honami, who was used as a shared venting woman for killing time, she had been stuffed all the time by the club members who were attempting to enslave her fine vessel.

As she had had her buttocks stuck onto by several club members who were entertaining the same thought, her master was not fixed yet, the same as Honami.

It was just that, as she was made to undergo a baptism while being stuffed with three shots, the pulled flesh increased the depth of orgasm.

Riru, who was leaking sticky cloudy mucus from the coupling tool that was appearing and disappearing in the valley between her buttocks, was simply drowning in the carnal desire that was being granted to her.

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「Say, say, you guys…」

A girl holding a large paper bucket in her small body tilted her head in the spectator seats.

Even while she was talking, she stuck her hand into the bucket and dexterously scooped out popcorn with her clawed paw.

The one chewing with her big mouth wide open was an adorable wolf Kigurumi.

「Say, say, why are you in so much pain even though you didn’t do anything?」

「You’ve been, so noisy…. Since a while now.」

In the middle of the spectator seats, in the booth where the members of the『Orders of the Divine Workman (Adept Orders)』 had gathered, an uncontrollable moan escaped.

Even as they were hanging their heads in their seats, holding their cheeks and stomachs and shedding tears, they were tightly clenching their teeth and holding something back.

The sight of ten girls all suffering in the same way was bizarre no matter how you looked at it.

Shizuka, Miharu and Natsumi were desperately moving about, treating everyone with their skills, which could barely be activated even in the spectator seats.

「Hmm, ah, I get it. Are you sharing that girl’s damage? I wonder if even the HP is turned into a shared pool. That’s one weird skill.」

Looking down at Mikan who had ceased to move on the stage, the wolf Kigurumi raised the bucket and poured the contents into her wide open mouth.

「That’s weird. That’s so weird. Such a thing is too risky, so there’s no point in it, right?」

「Outsiders, who know nothing, like you, should stop, saying whatever you want… It does have, a point, alright.」

As if to persuade herself, Kurumi asserted to the Nuigurumi(stuffed toy) girl, who had been loitering around the position overlooking the stage.

「If we can, take some of the pain, we’ve been pushing onto Mikan alone up until now, even if it’s just a small part of it, it does have…. A point, alright.」

「Hmm. Well, I don’t really care, though. More importantly…. Oh. Oh, he’s finally coming out.」

Swallowing the popcorn in one gulp and crushing the bucket to bits, the Nuigurumi girl leaned over the guardrail and raised her voice in high spirits.

「Wow, wow, amazing. He’s totally angry. The air is rattling. That boy, Wrath, I suppose? As expected he is one of us.」

The tail that sprouted from her fluffy buttocks was wagging about.

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Perhaps the outcome would have been different if she had succeeded in summoning the『Armed Golem』 at the start.

At the very least, if she were clad in Goliath that could serve as both armor and weapon, it could have turned into a battle.

「… E, ehehe. I’m sorry, I lost.」

「Mikan-senpai!」

It was Mai, the original Fukushou, who was the first to run up to Mikan as she returned to the stage wings.

There was no injury in both of her uniform, which was stained with a reddish-black stain, and her face, which had reddish-black remains left on it.

A beating without the use of a weapon.

Even her swollen face, thanks to the effects of the potion that had been administered, was back to normal.

It was just that, it gave rise to shock symptoms and a sense of pain that was left behind in the nerves.

「I, I’m…. I’m sorry. Mikan, senpai… My, my legs went cold, so in my place, Mikan-senpai, you….」

「E, ehehe. It’s, alright. Mai-chan. I’m used, to this kind of thing, after all.」

As the slumped down Mikan feebly assumed a guts pose, Mai covered her mouth and burst into tears.

「Moverover, you know? I may not look like it, but I’m still your senior, after all.」

「Yes… You sure did great, Mikan-chan.」

Kneeling at her feet, Rinko gently wiped Mikan’s face with the towel in her hand.

Mikan sported a smile she had forced herself to put up, but she was stunned as she took a glimpse at Rinko’s face, which sported blue-black bruises.

「B, but why, for sure, I should have, deactivated, the『Guild』….」

「Why, I wonder. It’s strange, isn’t it? … But this way is fine. We finally got to choose the right path as opposed of running away, I suppose.」

Rinko, with a tearful smile on her face, hugged Mikan tightly.

On the stage, the opponent who had received a stern warning from the referee left the stage with a click of his tongue, and the club president of the『Wanted Men (Wild Bunch)』, the Taishou, came up to the stage.

The call from the referee was calling out for the club president of the『Order of the Divine Workman (Adept Orders)』.

「Mikan-senpai.」

「Touma-kun.」

Clad in the unassuming dull-colored『Armor of Heavy Pressure (Stressor Armor)』, Touma got down to his knees and gently stroked Mikan’s head with a gentle hand.

「You, did well.」

「A… Awawa. Back to you, good luck, Touma-kun!」

The repeated calls from the referee seemed to be imbued with faint sympathy.

Even if it was a match where the outcome was obvious, according to the rules, giving up before the start of the match was not allowed.

Even if it was a public execution.

The kind eyes that had been turned toward Mikan were turned back toward the stage.

Taking a deep breath, Touma stepped forward.

Small fissures ran under his creaking and cracking feet.

「Touma.」

Seiichi, who was holding the shoulders of the convulsively sobbing Mai, exchanged glances with Touma, who was even more devoid of emotion than usual.

Looking at the score, it was two to two, a good time for losing.

At the very least, no one would have to suffer pain in the interclub tournament anymore.

Standing out was out of the question.

Even though the opponent was the president of a former B-ranked Club, he was a man of valor who was at the forefront of conquering the deepest stratums of the dungeon.

「—Go ahead and crush him.」

His thumb was sticking up in his outstretched fist.