Lawless & Sinful Another World

That Rabi winning against the large man from earlier was surprising enough, but what was even more astonishing was how she sent a man nearly twice her size flying with a single kick.

The leg strength to launch a man who easily weighed over a hundred kilos like that… And yet she was supposedly the weakest among the female fighters who had been there until just now. This “Mad Banquet Fight” was clearly ridiculous.

“Ohh, she won, huh.”

A short while after Rabi’s victory, the man sitting next to me finally spoke, as if he had only just noticed what happened in front of him.

When I turned my gaze toward him, he was letting out a big yawn with sleepy eyes.

“Well, she’ll probably lose the next one. Hey, wake me up after Rabi’s match is over.” “Understood.”

After ordering the maid sitting beside him to wake him, the man closed his eyes completely and fell asleep.

He had said from the start that he wasn’t interested in Rabi, but there was no need to come all the way here just to sleep. Besides, I couldn’t understand how he could declare so confidently that she would lose the next match.

When I returned my gaze to the ring, a tiger beastman man was standing there. Seeing that the third man was still sitting in the ringside seat, it looked like the tiger man also intended to fight Rabi one-on-one.

Other than the fact that Rabi’s opponent was a tiger beastman, the scene wasn’t much different from before. If she could land that same powerful strike from earlier, she should still have a decent chance of winning, but…

“The next match—Rabi versus Toranza—will now begin! Fight!”

The referee gave the signal to start, but neither fighter moved. They simply watched each other’s movements.

Given Rabi’s reserved personality, she didn’t seem like the type to initiate an attack. On the other hand, Toranza, despite his appearance, showed no sign of moving either.

Perhaps he was being cautious after seeing her previous fight.

As I was thinking that, Toranza slowly began to close the distance toward Rabi. He never once took his eyes off her, approaching carefully and deliberately.

Rabi instinctively stepped back in response to his movement.

The scene between the two of them was exactly like a wild tiger stalking its prey.

“Ah…!”

Their staring contest continued until finally, Rabi’s back touched the ropes.

The moment she realized she had been driven to the edge of the ring and glanced back, Toranza did not miss that instant of hesitation.

He lowered his large body, crouched down like he was preparing for a tackle, and charged straight at Rabi.

When Rabi shifted her gaze from the ropes behind her to the spot right in front of her, Toranza was already gone. After quickly scanning her surroundings, she realized he was right beneath her and immediately unleashed her signature leg technique toward him.

But Toranza easily dodged the kick and trapped her leg between his side and his arm.

With one leg restrained by Toranza, Rabi’s balance began to falter. She grabbed the ropes behind her with her hand, barely managing to keep herself from falling.

However, with one leg immobilized and one hand occupied with holding the ropes, only her left arm and the one remaining left leg were usable.

“Ei!”

With a cute shout, she swung her left arm to punch Toranza, but her fist never reached him.

Although Toranza was holding her leg, Rabi’s arm couldn’t reach his face—let alone his body. If she leaned forward aggressively, she might be able to land a punch, but that would mean letting go of the ropes. Moreover, she wasn’t just holding the rope with her right hand; her back was also pressed against it, which was how she was maintaining her balance. If she leaned forward even a little, she might stay upright for a moment, but her balance would collapse instantly.

Right now Toranza was only restraining her right leg, but the moment he chose to break her balance and take her to the ground, it would be over. Rabi seemed to understand this as well, because even though her punches couldn’t reach, she refused to let go of the ropes.

At this rate, Rabi had no chance of winning. Just as everyone was thinking that, Rabi seemed to steel herself. She lifted her remaining left leg and unleashed a kick aimed at Toranza’s flank.

Even if her arm couldn’t reach, her leg could—especially since her right leg was already being held. It was obvious it would connect. If this kick missed, her position would worsen dramatically, but it was her only path to victory.

This was Rabi’s desperate counterattack. It didn’t look particularly powerful, but the same had been true of her previous kick. That strike surely had some kind of strengthening magic cast on it, so if it landed, it would definitely deal damage.

Facing Rabi’s kick, Toranza lowered his right arm and took a defensive stance.

The match would be decided by this blow. The moment everyone thought that, Rabi’s kick slammed directly into Toranza’s solidly defended right arm.

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However, Rabi’s full-power strike was caught by Toranza. This time, even her left leg was restrained by his arm.

Why didn’t she manage to land a blow like the one from earlier? There were many possible reasons—her posture, the limitations of the strengthening magic, and so on—but the true reason remained unclear.

What was certain now was that Rabi, with both legs restrained, was in a desperate situation.

Toranza, holding both of Rabi’s legs, tried to pull her toward himself, but Rabi desperately wrapped both arms around the ropes and held on.

That was only natural. If she let go of the ropes now, she would immediately be taken down onto the ring and pinned for a five-count, resulting in her certain defeat.

Rabi had almost no path to victory left, but as long as she could maintain this state, she also wouldn’t lose.

“This isn’t getting anywhere. In that case, I’ll just help myself first…”

Seeing that Rabi refused to let go of the ropes no matter what, Toranza decided to take the next step. That step was…

“W-what is this?! Toranza has buried his face between Rabi’s legs!”

Just as the commentator said, Toranza skillfully grabbed both of Rabi’s legs with his hands, spread them apart, and pressed his face right into her crotch.

“W-what are you doing?!” “What am I doing? I’m savoring it. Enjoying the aroma of a feast.”

To anyone watching, it was clearly the behavior of a pervert, but Toranza showed no intention of pulling his face away from Rabi’s crotch.

Rabi surely wanted to push his face away immediately, but with her legs restrained and both arms unable to leave the ropes to avoid being taken down, she was in a state of pseudo-complete immobilization.

Taking full advantage of her inability to move, Toranza rubbed his nose against Rabi’s crotch right there on the ring.

To an ordinary person, this scene might have looked disgusting, but most of the people here were eagerly anticipating the sight of a woman being subjected to lewd acts in public. Rather than being repulsed, the audience grew even more excited as they watched Rabi’s most private area being mercilessly sniffed by the tiger man. The venue became noticeably more lively.

“W-wait… nnhh!!”

Toranza’s relentless sniffing didn’t just involve smelling her; by rubbing his nose against her crotch, he was simultaneously giving Rabi sexual pleasure.

“With such plump, well-fleshed legs… If I were a real tiger, I’d want to devour you.” “D-don’t lick me!”

Toranza ran his tongue along her thigh—neither too thick nor too thin, possessing just the right amount of fullness—that extended from her short pants.

The arena erupted at Rabi’s reaction, and Toranza licked her left thigh as well.

Rabi desperately struggled to break free, but she could not escape Toranza’s grasp.

After licking her thighs, he went back to sniffing her crotch. This humiliating play continued for a while until, surprisingly, it was Toranza who reached his limit first.

“Come on, why don’t you just let go of the ropes already…” “N-no… I won’t…”

Not only was Rabi resisting with everything she had, but even Toranza—who was holding her down while performing the humiliating acts—was starting to tire.

After all, those legs had kicked a large man flying. Maintaining such a firm restraint for so long clearly required considerable effort.

He tried once more to pull Rabi away from the ropes, but she still refused to let go.

“…Tch, can’t be helped then… Hey!”

At that moment, Toranza turned his gaze away from Rabi and called out toward a certain direction.

There stood the third man who was originally scheduled to fight Rabi.

“Toranza-san, this wasn’t what we agreed on.” “Can’t be helped, right? Besides, if things stay like this, you’ll have to face her after she’s still got a decent amount of strength left. That would be inconvenient for you too, wouldn’t it?” “Well… that’s true. Referee, how much time is left?” “There are twelve minutes remaining in the match.” “Twelve minutes, huh… Five minutes should be plenty.”

After the mysterious conversation between the men, the third man stepped into the ring.

“Ohh! Is this an intrusion by Roy?!?!”

With twelve minutes left in the match, the third challenger—a man named Roy—finally made his entrance.