82. The Regulations
Deep beneath the bustling venue lay a single room. It was one of the most restricted spaces, accessible only to a tiny handful of operators and key personnel.
Ricutos pushed open the thick door that made no sound when opened, then stepped inside alone, carrying the only key.
“It’s been a while since that day, Miarant-san.”
In front of Ricutos stood Miarant — both arms and both legs tightly restrained.
“Yes… It’s been a while since I was made to wear such embarrassing clothing…”
“What embarrassing clothing? What are you talking about? You were already wearing that outfit several hours ago. In front of tens of thousands of people, no less.”
“Tch…!”
Miarant’s legs were spread wide and fixed in place.
Her most private parts were fully exposed — exactly like before. But there was one crucial difference.
Her arms were now stretched straight up above her head in a V-shape, wrists bound. Her legs were also stretched straight out, ankles bound.
Magic was forbidden, and with her strength depleted right after the fight, even writhing was an effort.
The biggest difference was her outfit: she wore only the bra on her upper body and nothing else. She was almost completely naked.
“I’ve been in this position for ten years now, and you’ve been the strongest fighter I’ve ever seen. That was both fortunate and unfortunate for me.”
Ricutos walked slowly toward Miarant, taking his time to stare at her slit.
“Whether you win or lose, the money that comes to my hands doesn’t matter. What I’ve always wanted most in my current position is this right.”
Ricutos stopped right in front of her and gently touched the tips of her toes. He stroked each finger, then dragged the back of his fingers along the sole of her foot, feeling its smoothness.
“Doesn’t it feel itchy? If it were Rabi, she’d be moaning from just this.”
“Unfortunately, I don’t have any spots that feel itchy.”
“I see. That’s a shame.”
After hearing Miarant’s reply, Ricutos stopped touching her.
“Then let me ask you one thing. Why did you end up like this today?”
The question brought back memories she wanted to forget.
There was the time with Takuma, and also the older memory with Ro-tsu.
“You don’t have any spots that feel itchy, but you do have many sensitive spots, don’t you?”
With those words, Ricutos began lightly stroking the inside of Miarant’s thigh.
The sensation was exactly the same as what he had felt earlier. Miarant’s body reacted on its own, and she trembled violently.
“Fufu. As expected, you’re a sensitive girl.”
Seeing Miarant’s reaction made Ricutos’s hands move faster.
The situation — restrained, made to wear embarrassing clothing, unable to resist — was wrong on every level.
But that was one of the regulations.
Miarant and the other female fighters who appeared in the Mad Banquet Fight had signed a contract with Ricutos.
The main terms were that they would fight in the Mad Banquet Fight. If they lost, they would be humiliated within a set range. In exchange, they would receive their appearance fee plus a percentage of the nomination fees.
One part of the contract clearly stated:
“A female fighter who loses in the Mad Banquet Fight shall be subject to the promoter’s penalty.”
The fine print added that if two or more fighters lost, the one who lost the most badly would receive the penalty. The details of the penalty were left to Ricutos.
Miarant had read and confirmed this regulation when she signed.
It sounded scary, but the prize money could easily reach millions per match. She had assumed it was some kind of fine.
But in reality, it was Ricutos’s humiliation.
Miarant had received this penalty twice — once when she first lost and again when she lost to Ro-tsu.
For her, it was still the best. In recent years, Rabi had been given this penalty almost every time she appeared. Even among the fighters who still existed today, Ulka had received it five times, and Newa had already exceeded ten.
Some fighters had wanted to quit, but two years of not being able to stop female fighters was also written into the regulations. Moreover, once they lost, they knew they would be treated the same way, so they tried harder to win.
In fact, the regulations only activated if you lost. Miarant herself had only received the penalty when she lost, never when she won. Every time someone lost that day, she had watched all the other fighters go home.
But on the day someone lost, one fighter was always missing when they were all gathered before Ricutos.
Even Miarant, who had only received this penalty twice before, thought it was awful. But since it paid far more than she could earn anywhere else, she had no intention of quitting.
For Miarant, she had never even considered the possibility of losing.
Of course she had never deeply considered the regulations, but every time she came here, she was forced to think about them again.
Maybe it was time to quit.