The art of throwing a match

I was woken up at seven in the morning by Ojou-samas servants. A brief breakfast followed and then I was separated from Aiju and Cassandra and escorted to the arena.

I was happy to see Fisti and Beatrice there again and used the time until the match to talk with them.

Beatrice on the other hand was not happy to see me. In fact she was downright pouting “Don't surrender too quickly”, she cautioned. I imagine our friends in the mob don't want their pathetic, worthless, incompetent, little scheme too obvious. A scheme that I would have annihilated if given the chance.”

“I despise every single one of ya”, Fisti snarled against my escorts. “And If I weren't under this spell I would rip yer heads off right this very moment, ya filthy, dafty, ugly, bawbags!”

“Lively ones, eh?”, commented Deltz dryly.

I had to order both of them to calm down, before things would escalate any further.

Nine A.M. came and it was time for this sham of a battle. I stepped onto the teleporter and was transported in the arena for the fourth and what would be my final time.

There she stood, Sanakia, the Sexy-Knight.

“Mari Beta. I applaud you for making it this far. You are a worthy opponent”, the Galmon spoke. “However! In the name of my Lord, I swear, you WILL fall here!”

“We, will see about that”, I answered. Not particularly threatening but it did seem to incite her nonetheless.

Ben wasted no more time and announced the fight.

“Round Four! Bracket A Final Sexy Knight Sanakia vs. The amber assassin Mari!”

“Begin!”

“Toooo!!!!!” The Galmon certainly did not lack in zeal and swung her sword with vigor in my direction.

But that was the only praise I could give her.

Seriously? That attack was unbelievable clumsy. I avoided it, trying my best to not make it look too easy. Sanakia did not let up the attack, pursuing me with wide swings that could be punished all too easily.

Hey, will this actually work? I mean there are limits to what I can fake! I avoided wide swing after wide swing.

I finally decided to go for a mistimed dodge and let her graze my left shoulder. I screamed in pain and also used this opportunity to drop my dirk.

“Yield!”, the Sexy-Knight demanded. “It seems I have gravely overestimated you. You are no match for me and I do not wish to inflict needless pain unto weaklings.”

I was actually getting angry. No, calm down Mari. Just stick to the plan.

“T-This is just a flesh wound”, I said with a grunt. “The fight...has only just begun!”

“Have it your way then. Finishing move! Leaping Dragon attack!!” Sanakia jumped in the air and did a majestic(and very exploitable) downward thrust.

That would kill me, so I evaded it. Unfortunately not hitting me caused Sanakia to loose her balance and she slammed down on the sandy floor face first.

Are you kidding me?

I had **** here. I pushed in for the attack, planning to ineffectually strike her armor while she pushed herself to safety, only for Sanakia to attempt to defend herself with her hands.

Actually let me clarify that.

With the bare open palm of her swordhand.

Slash.

My dirk went through her hand, I am pretty sure it cut a few nerves in the process. At any rate my opponent screamed bloody ****.

For a moment I just stood there dumbfounded. And no, that wasn't acted.

“It hurts! It hurts!”, Sanakia cried, tears forming in her eyes.

Wait.

I can use this.

“Has fear clutched your heart? Is this how a noble knight of the church acts?” I let out my best arrogant, noble douchebag laugh. “How pathetic! I already have three slaves, but there is always room for more! Surrender now and I promise I will treat you like the nice little bedwarmer you are. He he he.”

I was expecting my taunts to invigorate the knight and attack me in a mad fit of bravado, but instead she just started to sniffle some more. “I...I...sur...”

ARE YOU KIDDING ME!

I quickly dashed forward and hold the Sexy-Knight in a grappling hook while simultaneously covering her mouth with my hand.

“Holy Cow. Folks! Are you seeing this?”, Ben jumped excitedly up and down, which made his babydoll dress flutter upwards in the process, giving everyone a good look at the comically large diaper he had on underneath...why am I describing this?

“Mari is not willing to let his opponent surrender! What perversions could this barbaric bully possible have planned now?”

That's what I want to know!

But really, there was only one path forward. I have to enrage her enough to rekindle her fighting spirit. “You think I let you surrender just like that?”, I grinned menacingly. “I will make sure to thoroughly humiliate your before that! Nobody will marry you after this shameful display!”

What now? She wasn't biting my hand, so I clearly need to give her some more incentive. That's when I noticed that her massive armor was actually very fragile. It wasn't a proper suit of armor, but rather some plates that where held rather flimsily together by straps.

Alright, that should do the trick.

I slashed at the straps with my dirk and that was all it took for her breast plate to come tumbling down. She was wearing her actual Sexy-Knight armor beneath and woah! These where some big breasts!

The arena seemed to think so too, as they erupted in wild cheers.

Sanakia was obviously not happy about that, so I teased her further. “My, my, these are some big boobies. I bet they feel really nice to fondle. Hehehe. Aww! Is our poor little sexy-knight getting all embarrassed? I wonder what your master is thinking right now?”

“Mpppmmfffgrmmff!”

Alright! Now the disgraced girl was struggling properly! In fact, was she getting stronger?

“Uwah!”Not much acting was required this time as I let her throw me off and crashed to the ground. Good! Now she merely needs to held me at swordpoint and…

“Don’t look at meeeee!” Sanakia was desperately picking her plates up, frantically trying to hide her body.

This was getting really tiresome.

Mentally preparing myself, I laughed boastfully. “Are you embarrassed, little girl? Just wait! After you have surrendered to me, I make you run around naked all the time! I make you do jumping jacks in front of the arena! Everyone is going to see your huge boobies jiggling!”

“Eep!”

Well, that should have put any notion of surrendering out of her head.

But unfortunately it didn't look like Sanakia’s fighting spirit has returned either. In fact she was getting redder and redder, downright purple even as she desperately tried to shield her sexy body.

No way. Don't tell me she is actually going to...

Sanakia wobbled for a bit and, sure enough, felt down.

She fainted.

D-Did I just win?

But Ben remained silent. Seeing my confusion he coughed once and spoke up. “Ah! Little known fact: A participant fainting does not spell the end of the battle. Mari still has to kill Sanakia, or he could try waking her up if he still wants her to surrender like the lecherous degenerate he is!”

Any reputation I have will be gone after today.

But anyways, luckily Ben provided me with an excellent excuse. I started to strip Sanakia off her bikini armor, because obviously that is what a pervert would do (and because I hoped the additional airflow would help her to regain consciousness again.)

But beyond that, there really wasn't much I could do. Well, I definitely couldn't just sit around idly either, so I started to play with her body. Fondling her ample cleavage and butt.

It felt nice. Worthy of her name, the Sexy-knights body was pretty much pure sex. I didn’t want to outright **** her, even I still have some standards but I certainly made sure nobody would claim I’d gone easy on her. Hell, my dick was pretty much rock hard right now. I rubbed my pants a bit against her huge breasts. Woah! I had to contain myself to not actually take my dick out.

Time passed, mostly spend with me molesting an **** girl in front of thousands of witnesses. Luckily the fourth round lasts for an entire hour. The Sexy-Knight finally regained consciousness around the 40 minute mark.

“Awake again?” I wanted to cry but **** myself to grin. “I believe it is now time for you to surrender.”

Sanakia immediately started to turn red again. For a moment I was worried she would faint once more. “Y-You fiend!”, she screamed, and crawled towards her weapon, her butt shaking in the process. “I will pay you back dearly for this humiliation!”

I sighed internally. Well, at least her fighting spirit was finally back. Now, I merely need to stumble into one of her attacks and surrender in pain.

That was easier said then done however. For starters, her swordhand was still ruined. Thus she held the sword in her other hand. And no, Sanakia was clearly not ambidextrous. Even beyond that, she was very unstable on her feet, dangerously swaying from one side to the other. The only person she will be injuring like this is herself.

N-No...I just have to run into her sword. I can do it, just make it look like an accident.

“Ey!”

Sanakia swung at me.

And fell flat on her face again.

THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE!

Should I just surrender, consequences be damned? No, I can't!

...wait. Just surrender?

That's when a plan formed in my mind. “You know...”, I spoke with my haughtiest voice while I planted a foot on her butt. “This was very amusing, but I believe it is time to bring it to an end.”

“You...!” Sanakia was grinding her teeth, her face flush from humiliation. If only her skill would match her anger.

“Go on, surrender, little girl, hohoho.” I grinded my foot a bit into her soft butt.

“I will never surrender to you!”, Sanakia predictably screamed.

“My! How nonsensical! It is such an easy thing to do.” I laughed haughtily once more. “Here: Repeat after me: I surrender! I surrender!”

“OMG! Mari has accidentally surrendered! What a terrible gaffe from the assassin!”

I can't believe that worked.

“The winner and finalist of Bracket A is Sexy-Knight Sanakia! And I think I speak for the entirety of the arena when I say: Justice has prevailed once more!”

Oh, go fuck yourself, Ben.

I felt a tightening around my neck. A clear indication of the spell of obedience. Then my fatigue, as little as it was, was washed away. Without further delay, Sanakia and myself landed in the office of the tournament official.

I sighed deeply. That was an ordeal, but now it was finally over.

Having heard the spiel three times already, I didn't pay any attention to it anymore. I was strangely relieved. The only remaining question now was if Ojou-sama will hold up her end of the bargain. According to Cassandra she will. It should be fine.

“Install safety orders.”

Huh?

A sharp pain assaulted my head.

Wait....wasn't Sanakia supposed to release me right away?

What exactly is happening?