Lawless & Sinful Another World

“Everyone, thank you for waiting! Today, once again, that female fighter makes her entrance! The fighter with the highest win rate in the entire roster, a woman who has only tasted defeat twice—she is no mere fighter, she is a Queen! Who can possibly stop her winning streak!? The Absolute Queen—Miaranto!!!!”

The announcer’s heated voice, just as passionate as before, was met with cheers several times louder than anything that had come earlier. The roar was so intense I instinctively covered my ears with both hands.

And then, amid that overwhelming cheer, a single woman appeared.

Bathed in countless spotlights, her long golden hair sparkled brilliantly, making her presence dazzlingly radiant. She was stunningly beautiful, and even the relaxed way she walked toward the ring carried the aura of a battle-hardened veteran.

Her outfit wasn’t all that different from the other fighters’. The only exception was that she alone wore a skirt. Naturally, she was wearing something underneath, but every time that short skirt swayed, it made one’s heart skip a beat.

When she reached the front of the ring, Miaranto bent her knees slightly, then leaped into the air, performing a clean forward somersault before landing gracefully in the center of the ring.

I watched the entire sequence on the monitor in front of me. Thanks to her perfect rotation, I unfortunately couldn’t catch a glimpse inside her skirt.

Gravity, you really need to do your job better.

“As expected of the woman they call the Absolute Queen.”

Even while Miaranto stood in the ring waving and smiling at the audience on all sides as fan service, the man beside me didn’t stop talking.

“No matter how many different women show up, my only real goal is Miaranto.”

The gaze the man fixed on Miaranto as she waved to the spectators from the edge of the ring was that of a beast. No—more like a pervert. An obsessive desire to possess her, no matter what means he had to use, was clearly visible in his eyes.

“Is that person really that strong?” “Yeah, she’s strong. Weren’t you listening to the announcement earlier?” “I was listening, but…”

From the announcement, it was clear even to a novice like me: she boasted the highest win rate among all the fighters in the organization and had only lost twice. An impressive record.

But the woman named Miaranto standing before us looked like nothing more than an ordinary human. She didn’t have horns like the girl named Rabi, nor did she have an enormous build like Newa, nor the wild sharpness of Urka. The more I looked, the more she just seemed like a beautiful woman.

Among the four fighters currently in the ring, Miaranto was by no means the one who looked the strongest.

“In a pure contest of physical strength, the human Miaranto would have no chance. But as I said earlier, in the Frenzy Fight, only the female side is permitted to use enhancement magic. And Miaranto is the most skilled at enhancement magic among all the female fighters. The rest should be obvious, right?”

In other words, by using enhancement magic more effectively than the other fighters, she had gained power surpassing even the beastwomen. That explained how she could perform an aerial somersault that no ordinary human could manage.

“I’ve never seen any of her defeats myself. I hope today is the day I finally get to witness one…”

The man hadn’t glanced at me even once since earlier. His eyes remained glued to Miaranto. His gaze was stickier and slimier than when he looked at any of the other fighters.

Whether she noticed his stare or it was just coincidence, after waving to the surrounding spectators, Miaranto finally looked toward the man sitting next to me. She gave him a single wink, then turned her gaze forward again.

On the ring, the female fighters were handed microphone-like devices and given time to share their resolve for the day. Most of the audience listened attentively. However, some spectators shouted crude things like “Today I’m gonna shove my cock in—!” or “Let me squeeze those tits!”

The female fighters other than Rabi maintained calm expressions, but Rabi alone trembled nervously as she spoke about her determination.

“So? Did you find any woman who suits your taste?” “Well… I think they’re all great.” “That’s not what I’m asking. What I want to know is which woman you most want to see get fucked.” “U-Um…”

Don’t drag me into that kind of conversation. The beautiful maid sitting next to him might hear. If anything, I’d rather have the maid gently clean my ears than watch the women in front of me.

I wanted to shout that out loud, but I couldn’t say it with confidence, and more importantly, the other party was dangerous. Judging from his tone and presence so far, making an enemy of the man beside me was a bad idea, so I reluctantly answered.

“Well… I guess Miaranto.” “…I see. So you also think she’s the best, huh?” “Yes.” “I see, I see. Then let me tell you something good.” “What is it?” “It’s about her two defeats.”

My curiosity was slightly piqued by the topic.

How had a woman who had only lost twice been defeated? And what had happened to her afterward? I was only a little—really just a tiny bit—curious.

“Her first defeat happened when she was still a rookie. Faced with three powerful men, her legs gave out and she lost right there. After that, they say she wet herself.” “Wet herself…”

It was hard to imagine from the dignified woman standing proudly before us now.

“And the second time. That defeat was an unprecedented crushing loss. According to the story, she was defeated without being touched even once.” “Without being touched?” “It may sound strange, but people who saw it say the opponent beat her without ever laying a hand on her. And it was done by a single person wearing a hood.” “Who on earth is that hooded person?” “No one knows. Before that match and after it, that person never appeared in the ring again. The only thing we know is the name they used that time—Rootsu.” “Rootsu…”

Naturally, I had never heard the name before. With almost no information to go on, my imagination ran wild with the mysterious figure.

“Will that person never fight in the ring again?” “It’s highly likely. I searched on my own, but couldn’t find any trace of their identity. I even tried asking the organizers, but they had no information. The director here said that if Rootsu ever comes back to this venue, they would absolutely let them into the ring. But up until today, I haven’t seen that person once.” “I see…” “And here’s the interesting part. After Rootsu defeated Miaranto, she apparently wet herself again, just like in her first defeat.” “Again!?” “Yeah. Though some say it wasn’t just wetting herself—it was squirting.”

Wetting herself. Squirting. Either one, done in front of tens of thousands of people, would be an enormous humiliation. If it had been a rookie or the nervous girl Rabi, I could understand, but imagining the elegant, long-haired golden beauty Miaranto doing something so shameful was almost impossible.

Yet when I pictured that graceful woman helplessly spreading her legs and squirting in front of the crowd, I felt a heat rising in my own crotch.