65. First Round – Rabi
“Meeting here must be some kind of fate. As a final parting gift, let me teach you something good.”
The man finally turned his gaze, which had been fixed forward the entire time, toward me. With that same disgusting smile on his face, he told me the “good thing.”
“Today, you might get to see that woman squirt.”
“H-heh…”
“Kukukukuku…”
The fat man laughed happily for some reason. He looked exactly like a villain.
It felt like he had pulled some strings behind the scenes to make sure Miarant would lose, but there was no evidence whatsoever. The man had only said that Miarant would squirt today—he never once mentioned doing anything to make her lose. Even if he had said that, there was nothing I could do to confirm it right now, and even if I could, it was obvious I wouldn’t be able to stop it.
In that case, I decided to quietly watch as just another spectator and take in her appearance.
I wanted to burn into my eyes both their strength and their splendor. With that thought, I turned my gaze toward the ring.
“…Well then, that should be enough for the opening. Let’s get right into the first match!”
Amid the rising cheers, all the female fighters except Rabi stepped down from the ring and retreated to the back. Only Rabi remained on the ring, still trembling.
“Now then, we will begin calling out the numbers. Those whose numbers are called, please come to the ring. The first number is contestant number 3502!”
One by one, the announcer called out the numbers, and three men made their way to the side of the ring.
The first was a man who looked no different from me.
The second was quite a bit larger than me—well-built, nearly two meters tall, with a shaved head and rugged, muscular arms and legs. It was clear at a glance that he excelled in raw strength.
The last one was a bipedal tiger.
His golden-yellow fur, height rivaling the two-meter-tall skinhead, and muscular build were impressive. His upper body was bare like a human’s, and his white-furred abdomen showed perfectly defined eight-pack abs.
No matter how you looked at it, the only opponent Rabi seemed capable of beating was the first man.
“From now on, we will have a three-minute thinking time. Combatants, please discuss your strategy. Start!”
A three-minute timer appeared on the venue’s monitor. The two men and one tiger gathered near the ring and began their discussion.
Jeers flew from the crowd—“Go one at a time!” “All three of you jump her!”—but even from the front row, I couldn’t make out their conversation.
I wondered what decision the three would reach. With less than a minute remaining, one of the men climbed into the ring.
“The time has finally come…”
The skinhead, who was nearly twice Rabi’s height, stepped onto the ring alone. The other two sat in the designated contestant seats and watched from outside the ring.
Rabi looked visibly intimidated by the appearance of a man far larger than herself. She somehow managed to take a fighting stance, but it was shaky and uncertain.
In contrast, the confident skinhead merely rotated his wrists, not even bothering to take a proper fighting pose.
“Now then, we will begin the match between Rabi and Gouda. Fight!!!”
The referee who had entered the ring with Gouda signaled the start of the match.
As expected, Gouda was the first to move.
“I’ll make you cum so hard you won’t be able to stand!”
Full of confidence, Gouda charged toward Rabi. Just seeing a man like that running straight at you would be terrifying for anyone, not just Rabi. Moreover, his eyes were filled with clear intent to assault her. Even in Rabi’s position, I would have frozen in fear.
The spectators watching the two were probably all eagerly waiting for Gouda to overpower Rabi and violate her. But I was secretly hoping for Rabi’s victory.
“Take this first!”
Gouda reached Rabi and grabbed both of her horns. He bent his knees into a crouch, trying to lift her up with all his strength.
“U-ugh…!”
But Rabi’s body did not rise. She was desperately shifting her weight to prevent being lifted. Considering the massive difference in their physiques, the scene was strangely bizarre.
“Ei!”
“Buahhh!???”
The next instant, Rabi floated slightly into the air—then slammed both feet into Gouda’s wide-open abdomen with a dropkick.
Gouda’s hands released Rabi’s horns. He was sent flying over the three ropes of the ring and crashed straight into the audience seats at ring height.
After confirming that Gouda, who had been sent flying outside the ring, showed no signs of moving, the referee raised Rabi’s right arm and declared the winner.