Chapter 143: Wager – Part 3

Chapter 143: Wager – Part 3

"They're two vixens, aren't they?" Jacques tiredly remarks, but the red beast still looks at them with warm eyes.

I wryly smile at him and reply, "You should hear Roxanne's banter; it's so mean. Even your daughter participates in ganging up on me sometimes. I'm simply outnumbered."

Jacques snorts and glances at Alissa. "She is her mother's daughter, after all."

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And he gives me a glance as his posture starts to relax. "I feel that your situation is worse than mine. Ofilia also likes to tease me, but she doesn't have the slyness of Léonne."

I shrug softly and also start to relax in my seat. "Well, I did choose to have a large harem and also encouraged them to be themselves, so the only one I can blame is myself."

He strokes his beard with his clawed hands as he gives me a measuring look. "Sometimes, dealing with two women is hard, so I can't even imagine what it's like to deal with... the number that you have and more."

And I smile smugly at the succubus who has the decency to blush as I state, "I'm actually blessed because they don't often join forces. Not only that, but it's mostly Roxanne who does the teasing, so it isn't a constant attack on my mind."

"I actually feel like I'm her target more often than you," Hana chimes in with a pout.

"I wonder why..." Roxanne cheekily whispers.

"Hana is like our second dad, so she gets teased just like Wolfy," Alissa blurts out and immediately regrets it.

"What...?" Jacques grunts and stares at her. My foxy cum slut slave just used my fetishist definition of "dad," though I prefer "daddy" to avoid this exact kind of confusion... and also the slowly creeping horror of realization that appears on her father's face.

But I come in with the save, "Hana and I have very protective feelings towards the harem, which the rest of the girls tease us for since it makes our behavior predictable."

"Hmm..." The red beast hums thoughtfully and caresses his red mane with his clawed hands.

Distraction successful.

"They're ready," Léonne calmly states while faintly smirking, and we turn our attention to the courtyard below.

Gray werefox daddy versus golden elven daddy. The two start a few meters apart and calmly walk towards each other until they're just outside lunging range.

The werefox seems to be the more aggressive one as he smirks ferociously, and he takes a step forward, touching the tips of their longswords, then teases his opponent with a feint wrist chop, just a quick movement to measure the elf's reaction.

Golden daddy doesn't even flinch as the other man's sword launches towards his face, his eyes still locked with his opponent's, but the graceful man casually bats the long weapon away for daring to come too close.

And like most duels, the two explore each other's defenses, probing for openings and teasing out reactions, all while playing mind games to force the other into a compromising position where they can pounce and strike at a vulnerable spot.

"A dance of longswords is the most noble and graceful way to establish masculine superiority," Yunia states wistfully.

"More nuanced and dazzling than any other weapon," Léonne adds, and the other Queen nods emphatically, making her glorious drill bounce.

The two daddies intensify their exchange of blows, and even the golden daddy assumes a fierce and cocky expression. They're near the peak of male performance, and it'd be un-elven to not be proud of that.

They're so evenly matched that their bodies start to glisten with sweat before the vibrant red of blood appears in the field. But once it does, their astonishing speed and sweeping movements paint their chests with long, red lines as gravity forces the droplets to run along their skin until their movements see them fly away.

"Rah!" The werefox grunts as he uses [Muscle Explosion] to lunge forward.

But the elf prefers to take a slice to the forearm rather than use the skill himself, and then he counters with a lunge that sinks into the graying fox's stomach. A grievous wound for any inexperienced warrior that doesn't know how to deal with pain.

And the fox daddy answers by roaring as he strikes back, "ROOH!" Giving the elf a long slash along his shoulder, impairing the strength of his dominant arm. Not a favorable trade, but it's better than taking a free blow.

The two men disentangle and test their bodies for damage while staring at each other ferociously. They flex their glistening muscles and stretch to check for decreased mobility, then promptly approach each other for another bout.

Their swords slide against each other as metal grinds against metal, then the tips whistle as the cut begins, but all they split is air as the daddies dance around each other once again, neither of them making any big moves nor committing to an overwhelming attack.

Soon, the exchanges slow down as they catch their breath and formulate new plans, but they continue circling around the edges of the arena with their eyes still locked, not even noticing the excitement of the crowd. Two men at their prime dancing with each other in a struggle for supremacy. Considering who is currently observing the duel, there simply isn't a single person present who doesn't appreciate this scene.

The gray fox flexes his muscles and does a quick strike, but the golden elf steps back and gracefully bats the blade away. It's clear that the belly wound is taking a toll on the fox daddy as he's recovering much slower than the elf daddy, and this difference in stamina will only get worse with time, so their next bout will decide the battle.

And the mood starts to shift.

The fox lets his wild instincts take hold, and he bares his fangs at the elf, who hardens his expression in anticipation of the incoming savage attack, becoming so stern and stiff that it's like he's a living statue.

On one side, there's a beast ready to launch forward with explosive force, and on the other, there's an unmovable wall ready to stop the attack. Hair and fur standing on end from tension and the absolute stillness from perfect concentration make the crowd go so silent that we can even hear our own breaths.

Then the fox becomes a blur, and the elf instantly strikes down with his longsword.

Metal meets flesh, and the weapon sinks into the gray man's right shoulder, going so deep that it has definitely reached his lung. But he doesn't care because the tip of his own sword has penetrated the golden man's sternum, crossed his chest, and come out through the back of his spine, just under the neck guard.

The golden man relaxes and closes his eyes, his limbs going limp like a puppet with its strings cut, then the fox releases his sword, and his opponent collapses to the ground. The referee immediately ends the duel, giving gray daddy the victory, and a group of healers dash towards the combatants.

"Splendid," Jacques murmurs contently.

"Impressive 'Endurance' and 'Speed,'" Yunia respectfully states as she watches the fox collapse from the pain.

And I softly remark, "I once got a sword through my collarbone during a duel, and I'd rather get my lung stabbed than have to suffer through that again."

"Wolfy has a thing with letting himself get stabbed," Lina comes in with a sneak attack.

But I just shrug. "I can instantly cast [Heal], so it's a good strategy to get within the enemy's guard, and it's worked a few times already."

Then Hana chimes in, "That's what [Tatesomu Style] teaches, but I haven't had many opportunities to use it myself, especially after gaining [Draconic Body]."

Jacques chuckles softly, and it's surprisingly quiet considering his size. "I've seen [Tatesomu Style] being used to its fullest a few times, and everyone I've talked to who has also seen it agrees that they'd rather not fight against it," he amusedly remarks.

"Damn right," Hana mumbles proudly.

Then we make some small-talk while the next duelists prepare themselves.

It seems that both Queens have chosen more unorthodox warriors for the second fight to make things more interesting. We have a younger fox daddy with brown hair and fur (which Alissa says is from the Bloody Spear clan) that uses a short [Switch] sword-spear, and a silver elf mommy that uses [Vine Weapon], also like a [Switch] sword-spear.

But the most interesting thing here is mommy's bikini chain armor. It's been padded with cloth to not pinch the skin, but it's still basically a bikini that's just as revealing as an elven dousnadeia. It's just tied tightly to her body to not allow any nipple slips during combat.

Most men don't really care if their cocks come out of their pants in combat, but a lot of women do... care about not exposing themselves, is what I mean, so that's why bikini armor is actually a thing in Rupegia.

"Having a cock was really nice, Wolfy. I wish you'd do that again," Hana comments through [Bind].

And I decide to not reply to that because that's a slippery slope that I don't want to go down.

Back to the fight, the two warriors stretch, purposely displaying their slender bodies and revealing to all of us that they're "Speed" focused, even more so than the previous two. Mommy elf is especially sexy, but our knights are different from the Companions, as the former is focused on supporting the stability of our lands while the latter's job is exclusively our personal protection, so it's harder for knights to fall in love with us.

But the silver elf turns to the balcony and casts [Grow], then a pink lotus flower grows in her hand out of seemingly nothing. Considering how pink is the most common color for elven pussies and nipples (and believe me, I've seen enough naked elves to be sure of this), the connotations of the color are rather sexual.

"I dedicate this battle to you, my Queen Yulania," the knight announces with a dashing smile.

Why is Yunia so popular among elven women?

Another trap that the fox promptly falls for, and the elf scores a lung pierce in exchange for a shoulder stab.

The men promptly separate, but neither show any sign of tiredness or pain. They're like crocodiles, and the first to show any weakness will lose.

They resume the careful and skillful combat, but soon, the massive golden elf steps back, seemingly out of breath. Montague isn't going to fall for such a ruse twice, so he carefully presses on, allowing Palo a moment to breathe.

And the elf suddenly drops the act and becomes brutish again. The white fox keeps his calm this time and doesn't respond in kind, which results in a few cuts biting into his flesh, but at least he doesn't fall for another trap.

Palo attempts increasingly unorthodox attacks to break Montague's guard, but the white mountain has absolute faith in his skills and continues his unbreakable defense, holding back on lashing out until he can be sure there's no trap waiting for him.

Suddenly, the golden man takes a step back, and Montague carefully goes on the offensive again, but he easily bats Palo's weapon away, and the massive elf falls on one knee, completely out of breath.

"Eh?" Montague hums in confusion.

"I... surrender..." Palo announces, almost wheezing for air.

It wasn't an act. He really had run out of breath that first time, but Montague thought it was a trap, so he played defensively until Palo exhausted himself.

The crowd gasps in surprise, and even Léonne looks confused.

Yunia sighs, a wry smile competing for space with her frustrated frown, then she politely explains, "Palo has [Acting] and [Taunt], and his strategy is to lure opponents into traps, but I think Montague inadvertently countered him completely."

And Léonne suddenly laughs out loud.

Intermission – Reinhold

"So, Junior General Reinhold Fischer, do we have a deal?" Vanea asks while looking me in the eye. I don't know what the fuck is wrong with this woman, but she makes my hairs stand on end every time her eyes fall upon me.

"Yes," I confidently reply, not allowing my discomfort to become apparent.

And she gives me a calm smile that would be gorgeous if not for the horrible feelings her presence causes within me. I'm glad that I was smart enough to keep my wife out of this.

"Then, I'll be taking my leave," she announces, and I slowly nod.

After she's gone, I let myself relax in my seat, and a smile suddenly creeps up on my lips. But it doesn't stop there, and the smile turns into a grin, then I even start to laugh.

And I heartily laugh out loud.

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