Chapter 307: Fight or Flight

Name：New Life As A Lewd Futanari Succubus Author：YuujiEveryleaf
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Chapter 307: Fight or Flight

The white mask girl and everyone in and around the arena read Lilith’s lips and intent clearly. The spectators cheered for the inevitable showdown.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself!” the mysterious white mask girl said loud and clear.

“Huh? Why isn’t the match announced as over?” one spectator asked.

“No idea.”

“Can’t you tell? The announcer is down in the dumps,” another spectator pointed at the slumped hairball up on her high platform above the arena.

“She really wanted this girl dead, didn’t she?”

“Do you think she’ll finally give up on her grudge?”

There was also another person who watched Number Forty stand up and survey her surroundings. So close to being seen yet so far from being able to strike, Number Forty-four, the sharkkin froze still. He tried to crawl to the girl before she was done with the tigerkin, but he was too late.

If only I moved faster! the crippled sharkkin lamented as he pressed his giant body to the ground. If only I was a little faster! She was as good as dead, fuck!

Now, the sharkkin was forced to watch and hope. Hope that his presence will go unnoticed. That everyone will simply forget about him. Maybe I’ll be able to sneak away during the next intermission?The initial posting of this chapter occurred via N0v3l.B11n.

Wounded and bleeding out all over his body, unable to fight, unable to run, the sharkkin wept at the girl’s feet.

“P-phleaseeeee!” Number Forty-four bawled, pleading for his fleeting life.

Lilith looked down on her pathetic would-be assassin and without saying a word turned her back to him.

The sharkkin gasped and his spirit lifted for a short moment as he watched the girl pick up the cut half of the bladed boomerang and walk away from him

“Huuuuh?” many spectators were shocked at Number Forty’s mercy and booed such a decision.

“What is she doing?”

“Kill him!”

“Behead him!”

“Why bother?”

“Yeah, Isn’t he as good as dead anyway?”

The sharkkin slumped. His momentary elation at having his life spared evaporated quickly. As the excitement and adrenaline wore off, weakness, darkness, and cold settled in. The sharkkin felt numb, but the pain did not return. Nothing returned. Soon, he found himself wishing to feel the burning pain again just because all he felt was the growing cold as the encroaching darkness took him in the blazing, fiery heat of the arena.