mingling with the wrong crowd

I thanked the girl and made my way over to the dorm complex, adjacent to the arena.

The place was swarming with tourists. Multiply reporters paced around the entrance just waiting to catch a famous combatant.

Thankfully I didn’t count among them and so I managed to get to the entrance unmolested, by keeping my head down.

“Alright, alright, don’t block the entrance, keep the way free!”, shouted one of no less then five burly security guards posted on the front. He spotted my approach quickly.

“Fighter’s pass, please.”

I timidly handed it over. “H-here...uh, the girl at the registration desk told me to say hi.”

"Did she now?" The guards exchanged a glance and for a moment I could swear they were smirking. “Everything seems to be in order here, Mr. Beta. Please enter and enjoy your stay.”

“MALE FIGHTER!”, I heard someone from the gaggle of tourists screech and the guards expression immediately turned serious.

Looking back, I saw a horde of no less then twenty(mostly) Women stampede in our direction with the speed of a horny Power-Gorilla.

Holy fuck.

“Get in here. NOW!”

He didn’t need to tell me twice, I rushed inside while the guard held off the horde of crazy fans.

As the doors closed behind me and I stepped further in the large lobby that served as the dormitory’s central hub, I breathed a sigh of relief.

However, I very quickly realized that this might have been prematurely. If the numerous eyes on me very any indicator I just replaced one type of predator with another.

I expected it, but it still made me blush. There is a certain clause for the **** tournament that allowed the registration girl to get away with her sexual harassment.

All participants need to have a certain degree of beauty.

Because of this, the overwhelming majority of participants where females.

There was however no rule that excluded males, as long as they just so happen to fill this criteria as well. I am not sure if I should feel lucky or not that I did.

As such it probably shouldn’t be a surprise that I garnered a lot of attention.

It might be wise to just move to my room.

Ignoring the whispers and catcalls, I kept my head down and made my way through the lobby

“Boy.”

Yes, just ignore it, Mari. Lets get a move on.

“Boy!”

Nope. Nope. Nope.

“I said, boy!”

Someone grabbed me at the scruff of the neck and yanked me backwards.

I wasn’t usually one to get surprised, but I didn’t think someone here would be so bold as to actually manhandle me!

What stood in front of my was a muscular warrior with fierce red hair and a piercing glare. And yes, undoubtedly female and very attractive if you are into that sort of thing.

“W-what”, I squeaked out. My voice shamefully breaking.

“My cunts feels a bit itchy. Hope your tongue’s up for the task.”

E-excuse me?

I already realized that the girls here are pretty straightforward but even so, there should be a limit!

“You heard me”, the red haired warrior continued. “Do a good enough job and I even throw in a few gold coins.”

“I...I…”

But before I could say something else the girl grabbed my cheeks and squeezed them painfully. “You have a very pretty mouth, you know that? Might finally get some use of that strap-on.”

Ok! That was enough! I fingered for my dirks.

“Hey, Erva! That’s not a pleasure ****.” A tanned, athletic girl with a mob of silver hair swaggered towards us laughing. “Didn’t you notice his weapons? That’s a combatant!”

The warrior called Erva grunted, looked to the newcomer, then back to me. “Seriously?”

“Y-yesh”, I pressed out through my squished cheeks.

“You? A participant!” The red demon laughed loudly for an uncomfortably long moment before finally releasing me. “See you in the arena then, boy.” And just like that she wandered off.

“Sheesh”, my rescuer tussled up her silver short hair. “You’re alright, hot stuff?”

I needed a moment to collect myself. “Y-yes, I finally replied. “Thanks for your help.” I looked up at her, she wasn’t that much bigger then me, a few inches at most, but the way she carried herself made her feel bigger.

“Aww, don’t mind it” the girl laughed. “Although If you DO want to mind it…” she slung an arm over my shoulder and showed me a toothy grin. While doing that her fingers where brushing ever so gently against my nipple. “How about you let me buy you a drink?”