14xx/06/02 Johannes Calendar

33 days since arrival…

The captain has more loose ends to tie up, so we will be at the port for a few more days.

In the meantime, the rest of the crew went off to do their own stuff. Oskar decided to work at the church selling whatever blessings he has. Natsuki disappeared into the woods to find some meat.

Me? I joined a fight club.

Apparently, there's some kind of martial arts competition going on outside the port, just a few stones away to the west. Kael went to the spectate, sometimes gamble with very lucrative results. He was the one who asked me if I'm willing to fight mano-o-mano for extra coins. Of course, I accepted. And thus, we waited until midnight. Kael were surprisingly much livelier when he spoke about the fights, his fascination of hand-to-hand combat were surprising and welcoming to say the least.

In the evening when the sky started to glow orange, we set off on horseback. We reached the arena at the end of the sunset, where we were greeted by a large open ring of people on the beach, illuminated by Tiki torches and bonfire. Almost all of them were women really, around perhaps 3:1 female to male ratio.

I went to the table where fighters registered themselves for tonight. The…succubus? I don't know, she got horns and wings for sure were giving me bedroom eyes ever since I came by and wrote my name on the parchment. She told me that it's fully unarmed, and magic-less endeavour, so no spells are allowed in the ring.

You know what's not fine? Seeing everyone there giving me the eyes. The girls looked like they wanted to rip open my suit and screw me to death, which is expected. Others though, looked at me with disgust, as if I was some kind of perverted scum who gets off from drinking piss. I asked Kael why, but he just zipped his lips and told me there's nothing to worry about. Hell, even the receptionist was giving me a knowing smirk.

So yes, I'm not sure if I'm doing this right. Hell, it became even worse when both the female and the male fighters starts to strip out in the open. Sure, it's quite secluded for a beach and its already night, but what the fuck? Thankfully, they all only stripped down to their briefs, so I wasn't looking at an orgy. And I'm damn glad that I wore boxers instead.

It's pretty much an endurance battle; they won't settle this in a week. They will settle this in two fucking days! Whoever who survived tonight's gauntlet, will fight tomorrow. If it wasn't for healing magic, I would've fucked off already.

But my contract has been sealed, so I took my spot among the spectators. The arena itself were nothing more than a square of wooden fences. The fighters jumped over the fence, getting ready to fight. The first one is a female human martial artist, and a male human martial artist.

And this is where it all goes downhill.

I was sad that my worse fear has come to fruition again. Guy went down like a sack of potatoes, and the bitch went down on him like Thanksgiving. It was almost like this for every male fighter that entered the area; exchange a couple of punches, take a sissy hit in the gut, then let the girls have their way with him. Honestly, the sand is painted whiter than a first-time artist's canvas. Seeing the spectators openly salivating at each loss makes it even more insulting. At least Kael has the decency to look disgusted by the fighter's conduct.

I was hyped you know. I didn't know anything about martial arts of this world, and this is supposed to be an educational experience! Even their physique was enforcing that expectation. Instead, all I get is a baptism of cum.

I was just about to forfeit and punch Kael in the dick when suddenly a new fighter came by. One is a human female with red hair and orange eyes wearing red leotard, while the other is a succubus with pink hair and ginormous tits. I was halfway through my seat when both fighters throw a roundhouse kick that collided with one another, their shins contacting with each other with the force of a baseball bat. Kael said to me later that they quickly went on beating the shit out of each other afterward, but for me, they held that position for hours.

I just couldn't help it. The kick was thrown with every intention to kill with the force of a sledgehammer. The aura was different here; before, they all have this weird feeling in their movement, like some kind of method acting that leads to an orgy in the end. This one is different; they were out for blood!

What happened next was a blur. They were throwing kicks and punches like a hurricane, fast and brutal. None of that pussy-footing 1-hit-knock-down to hardcore sex kinda shit. This is an actual fight! And best of all, they were using Shotokan Karate style! Or the closest thing to Shotokan, by the look of it.

The fight was short and brutal, but the red girl won. How? Well, the red girl went for a large uppercut, which was seen by the succubus, whom leaned backward to avoid it. Unfortunately for her, the red girl wasn't aiming for her chin. The fist slammed underneath her massive boobs, digging deep into the fat, and forcing its way out with a brutal force. The succubus fell on her knees, not expecting such a hellish pain from that blow. She didn't see the massive reverse punch that absolutely floors her to the ground, never to awaken again.

That was all I need to be hyped again.

The next fight was the same calibre, mostly because the winners were females and the rest of the male fighters except me has already satisfied themselves. And by the gods, what a match! Its everything I ever wanted before, so I observed their fighting styles, matching up whatever style they used with the one back home.

My control group at the time were around 8 fighters, but their fighting style has alarming similarity once observed. Each of them uses some form of Karate, but with plenty of unorthodox kicks to boot. It felt like they all spent more time in a Tae Kwon Do gym than their own dojo. It was the same with the previous fights; sure, they fall easily, but I've seen enough to say they're clearly inspired by Tae Kwon Do.

Which is actually a very surprising thing to see. You see, judging by the culture and physiology of this world, I assumed that the prevalent fighting style would be some kind of submission-based martial arts like Judo or wrestling. If your soldiers are mostly women who wanted to suck off unwilling men, it's much better and safer for them to break their legs so that they can't run away, rather than risk accidental manslaughter by kicking them in the head too hard.

After the last one eats a knuckle sandwich for dinner, it was my turn. I jumped over the fence and into the arena, all the while ignoring the absolute state of the spectator, especially that my opponent is a succubus as well. (Again? Why is there so many elves and succubus martial artist here?). But I was afraid that my opponent will think that this will be like other male fighters before and will not take this match seriously, so I informed everyone that I am already taken and will actually beat the absolute dog shit out of her no matter what she did.

And that, gentlemen, is the second worst decision of that night.

The moment I spoke those words clearly and loudly, the entire freaking atmosphere changes drastically. The spectators weren't hungry no more, they were fucking STARVING. Seeing the money flows toward my opponent's favour, their true desire was revealed in its detestable ugliness. They want me to be debased, humiliated against my will in spite of my unseen mistress. I can physically feel Sophie who was guarding my stuff while in her rifle form, being absolutely fucking livid.

The succubus of course, smiled like a fucking maniac and tore off her own underwear, to fight me naked. Then again, there wasn't anything to cover with in the first place. The cheering becomes louder when I gazed at her with renewed fury. I can hear Kael somewhere in the din, telling me not to stare too much at her tits.

I took a very deep breath, then waited. They have turned up the heat. If I lose here, I'll get raped, and Sophie will end up killing a few people to get me back. So, I waited, and waited, and prepared myself for the toughest fight of my life.

Then that bitch gets knocked out in one punch.

One moment, she was rushing at me with a flying front kick, the next she was on the ground whimpering and crying like a little bitch. All I did was a sidestep, and a body hook right at her liver. Knowing how tough the average Monster Girls are in relative to human being, I didn't want to drag out the fight.

And honestly, its fucking disappointing. I was just so hyped to fight against an actual martial artist in a contest of pure skill and strength. Now this girl has to be brought out with a stretcher. I ignored the silence, the jeers, the boos, the gossiping, and the howls of despair from the spectators. I was so fucking bummed that I almost forgot to collect my winnings.

In the end, we left the camp with a bittersweet taste in my mouth. Bitter, because most of the fights were a mockery of martial arts. But some sweetness remains, as there are serious fighters among the winners, and tomorrow is another shot.

We decided to return to the inn, and rest for tonight. Here's hoping that tomorrow will be special.