A challenger approaches

Alea felt the heat growing in her loins. The lustful site before her had awakened the flames of passion. The rough way in which Gelva had **** her opponent to submit to her struck a chord with the inner alpha that had woken deep within Alea.

Before she knew it, her hands had wriggled their way into their trousers and were running up and down her cock, jerking back and forth. By the looks of it, many in the crowd were doing the same.

“Mhmm. So hot.” Came a whispered voice right behind Alea’s ear.

“Little too close there.” Alea said, taking her hands off her cock in surprise as she glanced at the stranger who'd whispered in her ear.

“Oh, don’t stop on my account, cutey.” The whisperer said.

“After all, I’m just as horny as you are.” the pink-haired girl continued, pulling her hand out from under her dress, revealing a glistening sheen of pre-cum on her fingertips.

“What do you want?” Alea said suspiciously. The pink-haired girl was staring fixedly on Alea’s body, as if trying to see through her clothes. She licked her lips.

“I couldn’t help but notice you were a fellow mystic artist. A cultivator at the first layer of resolve condensation, same as me. You’re probably here hoping to get into the Throbbing Immortal Fist school as well? I thought as much. The thing is, that fight we watched really got my blood pumping, and it seems the show is almost over.”

Pink-hair gestured to the stage, where Gelva was dragging her defeated opponent off by the hair. A trail of cum drizzled out of the newly betaified mystic artist's cunt.

Alea realized what she was asking. “No. No thanks. I’ve never spared with another mystic artist before, and I sure as hell will not have my first fight with such high stakes.”

“No, no! Nothing as vicious as that. Just a fight to first blood. Loser takes the winner to Aunty Velvet’s Palace of Passion.”

Alea shook her head again. “I’m not from around here. I have no idea how much this Palace of Passion costs, but I have the feeling that my purse will not cover it.”

“In that case…” Pink hair stroked Alea’s cheek with a finger. “You can pay me back with that lovely mouth of yours.”

“And ruin my chances of getting into the Throbbing Immortal Fist school? No thanks.” Alea pushed the hand away.

“Oh, honey… you don’t know, do you? You’re only at the first layer of Resolve Condensation. To even qualify to take the exams you have to be at the second layer. Most of the participants will be at the third. You don’t stand a chance of getting in as you are.”

Alea blinked. “That can’t be true. Most self-taught people can’t even break through to the first layer of resolve condensation. I poured over that book for years to get where I am.”

“The Throbbing Immortal Fist school can afford to be picky. They’ve got plenty of applicants. And most aren’t self-taught like you. Many, like me, come from large clans with plenty of mystic artists already in the clan. A clan like mine has money and a background in cultivation which allows us to buy items like this!”

The pink-haired futa pulled out an ornate wooden box, inside of which was a small deep red marble.

“Is that… a pill of Resolve?” Alea asked in a hushed voice. She’d only ever read about these in her book, and never seen one.

“It is. A low grade medicinal pill. More than strong enough to push someone from the first layer of resolve condensation to the second. Maybe even to the third, if you’re lucky. I was planning to take it myself tonight, along with a few other things my clan obtained for me. Even without it, I should still be able to make it to the third layer in the time before the trials.”

“Why are you showing me this?” Alea asked.

Pink-hair smiled. “I want to wager it. This medicinal pill goes to the winner of the fight.”

Alea gulped. The offer was very tempting, and if this girl was right, this might be her only real shot at qualifying for the trial to enter the Throbbing Immortal Fist school...