“AHm SoWWWry MAAASTTTEEER!” Celeste sobbed while I patted her head.
In the end, it ended up being me who had to console her as she sobbed mournfully after blowing the last match.
“It’s okay, it’s one on one now. We can still win this match.” I assured her.
After the crowds recovered from the windstorm, and with Celeste still sniffling on the sidelines, Prince Aberis finally stepped up to the podium stand in his box again.
“Alright, the final task for the third event… a good slave must be capable of boiling a Master’s blood! The slave must seduce their Master, and show their eroticism on stage!”
A shoe suddenly hit the prince in the back of the head. “Cleaning, cooking, sex… is the prince raising a slave or a wife!”
Those words, of course, came from Princess Eliana, who had recovered from her foodgasm and was now glaring at him angrily. The prince laughed helplessly as he shrugged.
“In many ways, a slave is like a wife! I wanted this competition to be balanced. As much as my dear sister wants to put her head into the sand, slaves are often used for sex as well, so how could a competition be complete without the slaves offering some eroticism?”
“Hmph!” the princess crossed her arms and turned her head away, but she didn’t seem to have a response to that.
As far as the crowds, the women had disdainful looks while many of the men were growing excited.
“Don’t worry, I won’t ask you to make your slaves do anything inappropriate! They simply must entice their Masters. Naturally, I have a mage focused on each Master! The winner is the one who grows most excited by their slave’s actions!”
This felt wrong in so many ways, but as I glanced over at the ugly expression on Lord Tibult’s face, I realized that it just about didn’t matter. I had already won this. Had he been willing to risk one of his muscle men, maybe he’d have a chance, but with all women, it was like trying to catch a fish without bait!
“Don’t worry, you don’t have to try very hard.” I said to the last three remaining girls, “Just dance a little or something.”
Although it felt weird allowing myself to get aroused, we actually hadn’t been having sex since we made it to the capital. The small hotel room with a bed that barely fit us wasn’t the most romantic place, and if I made a move on any girl, one of two conclusions would happen. One, I’d have to satisfy all four, and frankly, that was an exhausting mission like scaling the heavens, or I’d have to leave three outside while I had fun with one. Well, the result was that no one got sex, and with four beautiful women rubbing against me every night, being aroused was really easy.
“Master, I’d like to go!” Lydia declared a fiercely competitive gleam in her eye.
“Um… I mean, I don’t mind who goes…”
“I’m trained for this, I will definitely make Master’s blood boil!” She made a fist as if swearing on her life.
“Uh… like I said, it’s not that big of a deal…”
“Master! My life has been leading up to this point!” She said tearfully.
It seemed had a lot more meaning to my little tigress than I realized. It was her honor as a trained courtesan to be able to make her master excited. How could she not be trained in dozens of seductive arts, yet all of them had gone to waste with me. She was apparently very eager to prove herself. It seemed my treating this lightly, she wouldn’t be satisfied.
“Then… as your Master, I order you to excite me with your body!” I said, feeling slightly awkward.
However, those words were apparently what she wanted to hear, because a big smile formed on her lips, her eyes brightened, and her tails swished excitedly.