"Are you even listening to me?" The female Ogre Chief asked while looking down on Jason, towering over him.
His attention was pulled away from the System messages.
"My eyes are up here." She said. "You can stop looking at my tits now."
The words hit Jason like a truck. With the System messages appearing in front of him, it would indeed look like he had been staring at her breasts. For a moment, Jason thought he should have, indeed, stared at her breasts.
They were incredible, and if he were to be labeled a creep anyway, he might as well have actually satisfied his…
"S-Sorry." Jason chased away that train of thought. "I was just, um…"
Being caught creeping around is never easy. Getting away with it is nearly impossible, except if one is good-looking enough, or a Hunter with a high enough Rank.
"Getting flustered?" The Chief asked.
Her face showed no annoyance or anger. On the contrary, she seemed amused, quite happy even.
"I…" Jason's words trailed off as the Chief's hand moved to hold his chin.
She raised his chin and tilted her head as if studying him closely.
"Aina was right." The Chief whispered. "You really are quite cute."
Jason remained silent for a moment.
It was a strange situation and reaction. Quite unexpected. Still, he decided to roll with it.
"Thanks." He said. "You're not bad either."
The Chief's eyes widened momentarily. Her lips curled upwards, and she turned towards the rest of the male Ogres.
"What are you all waiting for? Should I bring you your meals?"
The male Ogres immediately scattered and went back to preparing the females' food.
"So," She turned back towards Jason, still holding his chin. "What happened to you?"
"Like I said, I don't remember."
The Chief's eyes narrowed. She studied him more closely.
'I hid the stinger right before coming here. Was that a mistake?' Jason wondered.
Her expression grew tenser. "Who got you those?"
"Hm?"
"Those clothes." She said, gazing at his pants. "Who did you get them from?"
"Again, I don't remember."
While her touch remained gentle, anger flickered across her face.
"Then let me remind you of something," The Chief whispered into his ear after leaning closer. "I own you. I hope that you remember, at least."
"Huh?" Jason raised an eyebrow and, before he could react,
"Oho." The Chief smiled. "Cute… And packing."
Before he knew it, the Chief's hand was resting against his pants, resting and feeling the cock below the thin fabric.
"Sitting with me won't cut it anymore." The Chief whispered with an excited chuckle. "You'll have to…" Her hot breath on Jason's neck made his skin curl. "Come see me in my tent later."
"What for?" Jason asked after a moment.
A true war was taking place within him.
On one hand, he felt like it was wrong, but couldn't exactly tell why.
On the other hand, he was supposed to throw away his Humanity, and while he couldn't do so in front of that Fox earlier, Jason felt entirely up to the task right now.
What better encapsulates betraying Humanity than getting into bed with the enemy? With a Monster?
"Playing hard to get, huh?" The Chief tightened her grip around his cock further. "Your body seems to be reacting… Positively to my touch."
Jason couldn't deny it. In fact, he had no reason to deny.
"I can't wait to fuck you senseless, if that's what you want."
The Chief's eyes widened with shock, and her hand froze in place.
Jason waited for a bit, but she seemed entirely stuck.
"Huh." He smiled. "Who's flustered now?"
The next second, intense laughter echoed from behind the Chief.
The female Ogres were all laughing out loud at how the table had turned on their Chief.
"Shut up, all of you." The Chief groaned as she turned around. "Shut your trap."
They did their best to calm themselves and hold it in.
"You can't wait to fuck me senseless, huh?" The Chief's eyes were narrow, serious. "That would be a first."
"Is that so?"
"I fear you might end up gasping for breath, depleted, and utterly powerless. Maybe even unconscious."
"Hm." Jason chuckled. "I'd like to see that."
All of a sudden, he had become the confident one, and the Chief did not like that one bit.
The males are supposed to fall in line, do as they're told, and obey their Chief's every order, in and out of the bedroom.
She frowned as she noticed that the other male Ogres were lingering around, following the situation closely.
"Before that," The Chief pulled her hand back, away from his chin. "Maybe I should discipline you for taking so long to come back, for making me repeat myself, and for the disrespect you've shown your Chief."
Jason's eyes narrowed at once.
"Are we about to fight?" He had almost expected the fight to take place in the bedroom, but one can't always get what they desire.
The Chief, as well as the other female Ogres, reacted as if this were the most ridiculous question ever.
It wasn't a fight or a battle.
It was a beating, simple as that. A disciplinary beating.
"Well," The Chief smiled sadistically. "You can fight back, if you'd like."
"I think…" Jason acted like he was thinking about it for a moment. "I think I would like that."
The crowd of male Ogres had gathered again, circling them.
What could have ended with a simple slap was now going to turn into much worse, everyone could tell already.
"Well, why not." The Chief chuckled with a shrug. "It's been a while since we've had a nice, friendly fight."
The female Ogres were laughing out loud while the males were holding their breaths, praying that Jason was going to apologize and beg for forgiveness.
'She might be taller, and her Stats might be slightly higher but…'
[Calculating the most Optimal Skill for your current situation…]
'This is going to come in handy.'
By circling them, the male Ogres had inadvertently created a ring.
"Go easy on him, Vel."
The Chief ignored that completely and started walking towards the other side of the ring.
"Ready?" Vel asked after turning back towards Jason, cracking her knuckles while smiling sadistically.
"How about making it more interesting?"
"Hm?"
Jason took a deep breath.
'I need to buy time…'
"How about a wager?" He asked.
'For the System to finish goddamn calculating! I need that Skill! NOW!'
The Chief crossed her arms and tilted her head.
'Does he actually believe he stands a chance?' Vel asked herself. 'He must have hit his head pretty bad on his way here. There are bloodstains on his clothes…'
In the end, she simply shrugged.
"When I win, you'll become my obedient plaything." She suggested.
Jason immediately felt his heart start to beat faster.
"If I win…" He pointed. "I become the Tribe's Chief."
Vel scratched her head, convinced that he was absolutely and hopelessly confused.
"Sure, whatever." She answered, certain of her victory. "I'll even become your wholeheartedly devoted slave if you do."
[Analysis complete!]
Become the Tribe's Chief, or become the female Chief's plaything.
[Appropriate optimal Skill is being Unlocked.]
'I see this…' Jason smirked. 'As an absolute win either way!'
Gulp-
'I'll still win, though. Having her as a wholeheartedly devoted slave,' He nodded to himself. 'I can't pass up on an opportunity like that.'
But as Jason saw what Skill was unlocked by the System,
[The Skill "Pleasure Touch [C Rank]" has been Unlocked!]
'Ha?'