Chapter 24: The Semi-Finals (R-18)
[CRITICAL SYSTEM ALERT: SOVEREIGN'S CONDUIT OVERLOAD]
>System Note: The Host's newly formed D-Grade core has reached critical thermal capacity due to unrefined biological ascension. An immediate physiological release is mandatory to prevent mana-pathway degradation. Target 'Nyssa the Arcane' is currently at 70% Favorability and highly susceptible to the Host's increased pheromone density.
[Domination Quest Issued: Taint the Virgin]
>Objective: Get a Blowjob from Nyssa and make her swallow your thick white milk.
>Time Limit: 10 Minutes (Pre-Tournament Horn).
>Reward: +5 Agility, +5 Willpower, +150 LP.
>Bonus Unlock: System Title - [Taint the Virgin].
>Failure Penalty: Core destabilization, extreme physical agony, and immediate onset of [System Rot].
She looked at the giant monster in front of her, thinking, 'Do boys really have to go through this pain? Can this even fit inside my mouth?'
She brought her face closer, and the thick smell of his dick, which had the scent of his sweat, was working like an aphrodisiac. Looking from above, Grik could see an immaculate scene. Nyssa opened her mouth and started by licking his dick from bottom to top.
The dick felt salty, but Nyssa's mind was gone, gone out of the fabric of this world, her primal instincts flaring over the consciousness of her mind. She was getting agitated.
After a few licks, she put that burrito in her mouth and started sucking on it like a popsicle.
"OOOHH! YYEESSS! NYSSAAA!" Grik was in immense pleasure.
Nyssa, too, was a hobgoblin, and goblins of all kinds had a very high sex drive. Nyssa was getting swept up. She used her tongue to pleasure the tip of the burrito.
Gop, gOp, gOp.
"YES, KEEP GOING!! I AM CLOSE!!"
Grik was so close that he grabbed the head of Nyssa and put his dick straight through her throat, deep in her throat.
"I AM CUMMING!!" He came deep in her throat, then panted and released his hold on Nyssa. She could not breathe. Tears came from her eyes due to lack of air.
Grik said, "Swallow it all."
In her moment of horniness, she listened and drank it all, then coughed for air. Grik was temporarily satisfied, but it was not enough.
He went close to Nyssa and asked, "Would you like to do something more later in the evening?"
She nodded and went to freshen up. Then they both went out of the room for their next match and got ready for the fight.
Grik was in high spirits and was ready to beat some ass.
***
*GRIK'S POV*
The heavy iron deadbolt slid back with a loud *CLACK*.
Nyssa stood by the stone basin, splashing cold water on her flushed face. Her hands were still trembling slightly as she straightened her uniform and pushed her cracked, silver-rimmed glasses back up the bridge of her nose. The aristocratic, untouchable Arcane Prodigy who had walked into this room twenty minutes ago was completely gone. In her place was a woman whose logical defenses had been entirely dismantled, her emerald eyes hazy with a deep, primal devotion.
I leaned against the heavy oak door, letting out a long, steady breath. The suffocating, feverish heat of the Sovereign's Conduit had finally receded. My mind was no longer clouded by the violent demands of my new D-Grade core. I felt completely grounded, incredibly light, and practically vibrating with raw, unadulterated power.
A glowing crimson interface flickered to life in my peripheral vision, detailing the exact spoils of my shifting biology.
**[Domination Quest Complete]**
> **Reward:** +5 Agility, +5 Willpower, +150 LP.
> **[Current Balance: 600 LP.]**
> **[New Title Acquired: Taint the Virgin]**
> *The Sovereign claims what is pure. Your dominance overrides logical and societal conditioning.*
> **Effect:** Passively increases Charm effectiveness and Submission generation by 20% when interacting with previously uncorrupted or highly disciplined targets.
I dismissed the panel with a thought, a dark smile touching my lips as I looked at the stats. My Agility was now sitting at a terrifying 55.
"Are you ready?" I asked softly.
Nyssa took a deep breath, smoothing down her pleated skirt. She didn't look me in the eye—the shyness was still too overwhelming—but she gave a firm, determined nod. "I'm ready, Grik. I... I feel different. My mana flow feels surprisingly calm."
"That's because you aren't fighting your instincts anymore," I murmured, opening the door and gesturing for her to step out into the corridor.
We navigated the winding stone hallways back toward the main staging grounds. The closer we got to the arena, the louder the roar of the stadium crowd became.
Rolf and Kaelith were waiting near the central bracket boards.
Rolf was strapping a massive pair of spiked iron gauntlets over his fur-covered forearms, looking incredibly pleased with his loot from the supply caches. Kaelith, however, wasn't looking at the boards. Her silver eyes locked onto us the second we rounded the corner.
The Shadow-Knight's gaze immediately dropped to Nyssa. She took in the High Hobgoblin's slightly damp hair, the lingering flush on her olive skin, and the undeniable shift in her posture. Then, Kaelith's eyes snapped to me. She didn't need *[Sharp Eye]* to see the satisfied, relaxed confidence radiating from my frame.
Her jaw clenched tightly, a dangerous, possessive spark flaring in her eyes. She didn't say a word, but the air temperature around her dropped by several degrees.
"You two took your time," Rolf grunted, completely oblivious to the lethal tension suddenly thick in the air. He slammed his iron fists together, creating a shower of sparks.
Rolf looked at Grik and said, "Good thing you're back. The adjudicators just finished tallying the preliminary survival scores. The other sixteen squads wiped each other out or got disqualified. They just posted the semi-final brackets."
I walked past Kaelith, letting my arm brush intentionally against her shoulder to silently acknowledge her, and looked up at the massive glowing board.
There were only four squads left.
> **[Match 1: Squad Grik vs. Squad Vane]**
> **[Match 2: Squad Crimson vs. Squad Malakor]**
"Squad Vane," I muttered, my newly enhanced Logic stat immediately pulling up the relevant data from the Academy's roster. "Squad Aurelius. High Elves. They're a proxy squad loyal to the Student Council. They specialize in long-range bombardment and terrain control."
"And they're led by Silas Vane's younger brother," Kaelith added, her voice a low, cold hum. "They won't fight you in close quarters, Grik. They know what you did to the Rhino-kin. They'll try to keep you pinned down from a distance and melt the arena around us."
Before I could formulate a counter-strategy, the magically amplified voice of Principal Malakor screeched across the staging area.
"The War Games have concluded! The final four squads will now enter the Apex Arenas!"
The heavy iron gates directly in front of us began to grind open, revealing not a rocky canyon, but a sprawling, dense marshland biome. The air blowing out of the gate was thick with humidity and the smell of rotting vegetation. Shallow pools of murky water covered the battlefield, interspersed with massive, weeping willow trees.
"A swamp," Nyssa breathed, her eyes widening as she calculated the elemental disadvantage. "Water and mud. It heavily restricts physical movement. And High Elves possess passive water-walking abilities. They can glide over the surface while we sink into the mud. The terrain is completely rigged against us."
I looked up toward the VIP boxes. I couldn't see him, but I knew Valerius Thorne was up there. The Royal Incubus was already pulling strings, trying to drown me in the mud before I could even reach the finals.
He wanted to see how the anomaly handled a rigged game.
I cracked my neck, the sound echoing sharply over the roar of the crowd. The Sovereign's Conduit was completely sated, my core was humming with raw power, and my mind was sharper than it had ever been.
"Let them have their water," I said, a predatory grin spreading across my face as I stepped forward into the marsh. "Rolf, you're the distraction. Nyssa, prepare a wide-area evaporation spell. Kaelith, you're with me."
I glanced back at the Dark Elf and the High Hobgoblin. Both of them were staring at me with absolute, unwavering faith.
"We aren't just going to beat them," I commanded, my baritone voice echoing with the weight of the *[Goblin Leader's Aura]*. "We're going to break their spirits so thoroughly that the rest of the Academy remembers it for the next ten years. Move out."