What first felt like anger and annoyance had turned into something entirely different.
The heat permeating throughout her entire body, the slight shivering in her muscles, the breathing that refused to stabilize… It was caused by something else.
Vel almost felt like she couldn't fight back anymore. His chest against her back, his arm across her neck, his legs locked around her stomach, for one reason or another, her body was growing weaker by the second.
Her fingers dug into his forearm again, but the strength wasn't there.
Maybe he hadn't suddenly become stronger. She had simply grown weaker.
She forced herself upright despite the trembling of her leg muscles. His weight shouldn't be enough to make her legs tired. There was something else.
"Don't tell me you're scared?"
"I'm not!" Vel snapped after a moment.
The strange heat intensified the longer he held her.
Her back arched involuntarily, and it took everything from her not to let her knees cave in.
The heat that previously permeated all over her body was starting to gather, to travel, to concentrate towards one weak, sensitive, dangerous spot.
"I…" Vel gulped through her clenched teeth. "Must've eaten something bad," she muttered. "Something… Rotten or…"
Jason's low chuckle brushed against her ear, and she felt a shiver run down her spine.
"Is that your excuse?" he said quietly. "Trying to get out of the wager now?"
Vel bit on her lip. The arrogance of this male truly knew no bounds.
She had eaten something rotten and was now sick. It was pure coincidence that this fight was taking place while she was weakened.
"Don't… Let this get to your head," She groaned. "Sick or not, I can beat any male even… Blindfolded, or missing an arm!"
Jason's lips curled upwards, and he turned his head to stare at the crowd around them.
Vel shut her eyes as she felt the hairs on her head curl.
He had strategically moved his head so that his cheek and chin would drag and caress her skull before resting on top of her head, truly not missing one opportunity for further contact.
"You hear that, everyone?" Jason shouted. "The wager is still on!"
The female Ogres stared with confused facial expressions and raised eyebrows.
'Just what is she playing at?' They asked themselves. 'Trying to edge him or something? Make him think he has a shot to play with him?'
The male Ogres, on the other hand, exchanged glances and gulped.
Could this really be happening? Could a male really become Chief? And more importantly, can a male really win against a female?
Vel raised her chin, eyes rolling back. The feeling of his chin and neck on her head and hair was too intense.
"Ugh!" She groaned, planting her feet harder into the dirt before starting to rock sharply from side to side, trying to dislodge him through momentum like a horse refusing to be ridden.
Jason's legs shifted.
'Still not enough?!'
The Skill was already proving its usefulness. What shocked him was the difference between males and females.
He had started with a Strength Stat of 19, but after devouring the Orc Core and using his newly-acquired three Stat Points, his Strength Stat now stood at 24!
'That should bridge the gap between sexes!' Jason thought as he tried his best to re-wrap his legs and lock them around her waist. 'I should be as strong as other female Ogres now! It's just that she's much stronger than the others are!'
He was convinced of the fact that he was as strong as other female Ogres because he had estimated the Strength Stats of the Ogre that had killed him to be around 25.
For a second, Vel felt like the humiliating nightmare was about to end.
Her momentum was keeping his legs from locking together, which also made his grip around her neck weaken.
But then,
"...!"
As Jason tried to lock his legs together, his right heel slipped down, and disaster struck.
"Aaahhh…!"
Audible. Loud. Instinctive.
Vel had been completely unable to hold it in.
She froze at once, and even Jason's eyes widened with surprise.
His heel had come into contact with her hot, sensitive crotch, causing an intense wave of pleasure to spring forth instantly.
Jason licked his lips and took the opportunity to wrap his legs around her once again.
Her voice had been sweeter than usual. More tender. More feminine.
The sound that escaped her had been somewhere between a groan and a moan.
A sharp jolt shot through her body as his chin and throat came into contact with her head and hair again. The urge to gasp rose forth. Vel managed to keep this one in, though.
But her body paid the price.
Her weak, trembling knees grew unable to handle both of their weight, and the two fell backward.
Jason's back hit the ground, but he did not loosen his grip or let go.
Her legs hopelessly flailed around as she rested on top of him, lying on top of him, his skin against hers, his growing bulge pushing against her through their clothes.
The spectators saw it as Vel trying to struggle, to break free, but Vel knew it was different.
Her legs were shaking uncontrollably. Her crotch was burning up.
"Did you…" Jason whispered in Vel's ear, holding her as she trembled. "Just cum?"
The Chief's eyes opened wide.
His words had lifted the confusion, but her pride couldn't accept it.
A female cumming so easily from a male's touch? A female cumming in such a manner that rendered her weak and powerless?
Her mind refused to accept it, despite the fact that her body knew, despite the fact that her body was feeling so good, despite the fact that she was arching her back, digging her upper back into his chest, and pushing her hips down to feel his cock press against her better.
Even her nipples, though they had not been touched by him, were pushing against their restraints painfully.
Jason's smile widened as he noticed that he didn't need to put any more strength to keep her in place.
For all intents and purposes, Vel had already been defeated.
Keeping one arm around her neck, his other hand lay on her shoulder, causing her to shiver.
Then, it gently and slowly traveled down and towards the center.
Vel's heels dug into the ground, she bit on her lip, and,
"Aahh…"
Unlike the previous one, this was nothing like a groan.
It had been whispered, but it was still a moan.
The back of her head was pushing against him as if begging for more.
"I heard that," Jason whispered in her ear teasingly and, for a moment, they did not look like they had been fighting, but rather like lovers who had just finished.
Vel had never felt so good, not so humiliated. She simply could not bear being seen in such a shameful situation.
"Let…" She whispered weakly. "Let go… Of me…"
"What are you saying?" Jason asked, raising his hips to further dig into her.
"I su…" Vel bit on her lip. "I surrender…"
"Say it louder."
"I surrender… Now let go of me!"
Everyone gasped audibly as Jason let go of Vel's body and rolled away from underneath her.
"There you have it." He said. "A new Chief."
The spectators' gaze repeatedly shifted between the male Ogre standing tall and the female Ogre lying on the ground, panting, red from exhaustion(or something else), covered in sweat, and shaking from the effort and exertion.
The clearing was silent.
"Well?"
The female Ogres stared, disbelief etched across their faces.
The male Ogres exchanged stunned glances for a moment.
Then,
'Are you not entertained?' Jason thought to himself with a chuckle as the thirty-plus male Ogres started cheering at once, shouting, whistling, jumping up and down. 'Oh. Is that…'
"Lagos! Lagos! Lagos!" They cheered over and over again. "Lagos! Lagos! Lagos!"
'The Ogre's name?'