Chapter 42 – #4-1. Aris, Han Aris (4)
“Uhhhhh”
“You’re more sensitive than I thought.”
Really, did you mean this by not washing? Aris thought to herself and inadvertently let out a shrill moan.
“Huh!”
“Haha, what is it? You’re a cuter girl than I thought.”
The man who had been intensively harassing Aris’ bump laughed mischievously. Aris, knowing his intentions, dyed his face bright red.
Soggy, soggy.
After the match, the arena where Aris would have her ‘after match’ was a large bathroom. Considering that Baron Crest came before the match and told me to apply balm before the after match, it was as if the man in front of me had changed the stage spontaneously.
“Yes…”
There was nothing too bad about Aris. First of all, I don’t think I’m a pervert who is obsessed with sweat, and having a bath and after-match at the same time made it a little less annoying. But…
“Huh, huh! That, stop…”
If there is a problem, this man is obsessed with petting. I don’t know if he likes teasing women or if he likes to be touched, but he’s definitely the tired type. From Aris’ point of view, he wanted to ejaculate quickly and go in and rest, but looking at the atmosphere, he didn’t want to spend a comfortable night.
In the middle of the hot, humid bathroom, a man sitting on a bath chair hugged Aris from behind and vigorously played with his hands. The man was as big as Dub, and the tall Aris fit into his arms. The difference from Dub is that most of the body is made up of flesh, not muscle.
Choke!
Aris trembled his body. Like a fish dragged ashore, it flopped once, and transparent honey water poured out of the crack. Looking at the man’s smirk, I thought it would be more difficult to endure the oil massage under the guise of a bath than the previous blood clot. He especially liked teasing the projections, and when Aris’ sexual feelings rose, he tapped her nipples with her fingernails, rubbed the beans hidden in her vagina, and enjoyed Aris’ gestures that came with recoil.
“You’re more sensitive than I thought.”
“Ugh!”
The man whispered into Aris’ ear, bit the lobe, and chewed carefully. Aris trembled as her soft tongue brushed the lobe of her ear.
Be sensitive…
Have to be sensitive
Even in the midst of fatigue, Aris thought of her roommate Dub.
Baron Crest was a thoroughgoing man. Did he put Dub and Aris together for no reason? It had several purposes. One of them is Aris’s body. Dub asked Aris for sex with her several times a day, and Aris always had to offer her body because of Baron Crest’s orders not to refuse her dub. Dub obsessively caressed Aris every time she had sex, following Baron Crest’s orders as her Dub did. It is to develop Aris’ sexual senses and keep her body sensitive. It was a kind of preservation of goods to be served to ‘customers’ in an appetizing state.
There were also several secondary benefits. One of them was to give male gladiators a sense of purpose. To men, Aris was the world’s most expensive gladiator and the most desirable woman. There is no temptation more intense than her crushing and violating her, who is located far above her, by crushing her under her self. Baron Crest used it to merge the best male gladiators with Aris. The monster born that way was Dub. Originally, Dub stayed in a moderately high position for a long time because he had no particular sense of purpose, but after the Baron’s announcement, he quickly rose to the top position. He and he still share the same room as Aris.
As a result, surveillance was naturally possible. Dub becomes Baron Crest’s other eye, and if Aris shows signs of anomaly, she immediately reports it. No matter how hard Aris is, it will be difficult to deceive Dub, who is deeply entangled in daily life while mixing her body. Of course, the baron didn’t put much weight on Dub’s surveillance role because he trusted Aris, to be precise, believing that Aris wouldn’t do anything stupid. It was just a kind of insurance role.
Still, the foremost among these and other reasons was, after all, pleasure. She would rather have sex as a pastime than live in a duel locked in the Colosseum. This was true for both men and women, and the baron was sure Aris would be no exception. As if to prove that, Aris naturally accepted the pleasure of sex from a certain moment. She didn’t really resist Dub’s thrusts after realizing that she could be so absorbed in her pleasure that she could forget everything about her during sex. When there is entertainment and her stress is relieved, the venom she harbors will naturally fall out, and it becomes easier for the baron to manage. The union of Doub and Aris was a profitable business for the baron and her party.
…
Anyway, the conclusion is that Aris’ body is sensitive. Besides, she had been sticking with The V until the match, so her now persistent caress was all the more unbearable.
Squishy, squishy…
‘This, sure…’
Aris was convinced that the sticky, slippery oil had a different effect. No matter how sensitive she was, her caress had never felt so stimulating.
“Whoops, whoops! Whoops!”
“Whoops, cute baby.”
Her man, who had been toying with Aris with her greasy words and her sticky caresses, finally got her own cock. Aris, who was so hot that she couldn’t think rationally any more, swallowed her saliva as her eyes were subconsciously drawn to her firm penis.
Tsuguk!
“Aww!”
From the mouth of Aris, the best gladiator who had a great spirit in a gladiator fight, a lewd chatter like a prodigal daughter would have flowed out.
…
Something is strange.
Seeing Aris being embraced by the successful bidder, Baron Crest walked down the aisle expressionlessly. I couldn’t read anything on his face, but his head was quite complicated.
The customer who created the work situation glory, the 2nd Prince of Erschmitz. He came to the Colosseum to see Aris from the beginning. He was also the one who forced the unscheduled Lady Night Match. So, of course, he thought he would win the bid for Aris, but the prince didn’t even participate in her auction. He just watched Aris’ gladiator fight with interest, and as soon as the victory or defeat was decided, he left the audience.
‘Did you not intend to hug him yourself?’
Even the successful bidder was a low-class aristocrat from a foreign merchant who had nothing to do with the prince. For once, the baron’s information was like that. He let him investigate, but his curiosity was not immediately satisfied.
‘I don’t know.’
Something dark covered the baron’s vision as he was shaking his head so fiercely.
“Who… Ugh!”
“Shh. Master of the Colosseum. The great one is looking for you. Stay still.”
The man who attacked the baron from behind covered the baron’s eyes and mouth with a neat and tidy action. It was a rude command tone, but the baron, who had dealt with many high-ranking people, quickly calmed down and responded appropriately to the situation.
Nod.
“Okay. I’m not calling you bad, so don’t worry.”
“…”
I guess it’s kind of a bad day. The baron thought to himself and obediently followed his man’s instructions.
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…
Stillness, and darkness. Alice’s room was always like that. A few twilight candles placed in a corner of the spacious room were the only lighting, so I couldn’t even read the writing. Also, because he had been intermingling with Dub for a long time, the room was permeated with the smell of mixed flesh, as if announcing that a man and a woman had intercourse. It was an atmosphere reminiscent of ‘then’.
It comes naturally to me when I am here. The naivety of not knowing the world, no, what kind of result does stupidity bring… Those painful days that I learned with my own body.
Aris intentionally created the atmosphere in her room like this. She constantly talks to herself. If you are not wise, you will die, if you are not sharp, you will die, if you are not poisonous, you will die…
She was a genius even to think of herself. She defeated Gaju with only 5 years of training, and she crushed her brother, who trained more desperately than she did. Despite both showing overwhelming sword talent, they were no match for Aris. Now, he overwhelms gladiators who are good at killing others in the Colosseum. It was clear to anyone looking at her that she had reached the level of strength.
But even now, I cannot answer this question.
‘Am I really strong?’
She can confidently say that she is the best at handling single-edged swords. But if you ask him if he’s really strong and can’t treat anyone badly, he can’t help but shake his head.
Learned from her brother Strength is not all about sword handling skills. It’s not all about how to move your body. Muscles attached to the body are not everything.
All the people of the world pursue is strength.
People with a lot of money are strong. People with high honor are also strong. People with high status and power are naturally strong.
Of course, it is true that Aris is strong. There were countless people who wanted her. However, it was like a swordsman wanting a master sword. He wants to possess that tremendous power and the rarity and competitiveness of being a beautiful gladiator.
Aris judged herself, she was strong, but there were too many people who were stronger than her. If we face it head on, we will lose…
“Hmm.”
Alice’s eyes, lost in her thoughts, slowly opened. She feels a vibration. She gets closer not a dub The weight of her steps is different. They are not the ones who clean the room according to the time of day. Then there is only one person left.
“Master.”
