Chapter 275: Balls and Masks

Chapter 275: Balls and Masks

“That’s wonderful!” Bob cheered when he heard Beatrice’s generosity.N0v3lRealm was the platform where this chapter was initially revealed on N0v3l.B1n.

“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.

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.