Chapter 72:Feeding Contest

Simon was very conspicuous given that he was wearing a large overcoat unlike everyone else wearing the regular black school robes.

Multiple eyeballs from both Tamers and monster girls stopped their journey on the stone paths to give him an odd stare here and there.

But that did not bother him at the moment.

He was very busy taking everything in, the pleasant breeze the sway of the shrubbery, the vast array of other beings, all the random interactions and events happening all around him.

He had seen this all before, but now he had space of mind to appreciate the novelty of it all.

He was out and about with nothing in mind for the first time in his life, heedlessly walking around with no guide or direction.

All thoughts and worries were gone in an attempt to just enjoy the present, and it was working. He did not feel like he had to do anything, alright with simply being.

Hour after hour he roamed taking in the sights and people, something he should have done on the first day.

The succubus was right, everything was new and unfamiliar but it did not mean it was bad. Just a change, instead of thinking it is a problem he needed to fix, why not take it as a pleasant adventure?

That was how most of the novels he loved as a child started. The need for adventure.

"Feed! Feed! Feed!"

His musings were cut short by a rather rambunctious crowd, a massive circle of tamers and monster girls was formed around an elevated platform.

Curious about what was happening, he approached closer, slowly wading through the cheering crowd and as he did so he had a more clear view of what was happening on the platform which till now was being partially hidden by some of the larger monster girls.

About a dozen Tamers were sitting in a unique type of chair, curiously about four of them were strapped to it, the armrests and legs had some kind of metallic lock.

There was even one around their neck but that one was not attached to any furniture and looked more like a neck ornament.

They all had a range of expressions, from apprehension to concentration to rage to lecherous to relaxed to horror.

Many of them had a combination of all of the above.

Again, the four had the worst of the lot.

Hilariously, the most normal thing about the situation was that between the legs of each of them was a monster girl. Since he could only their backs he could not see what they were actually doing but even an idiot could guess what was happening.

Unable to contain his desire, he tapped the shoulders of a tamer who was laughing at one of the bound tamers.

"Hahaha! Serves you... Hmm? Oh! Hello!"

The moment the tamer's attention turned to him, a shit ton of neurons in his head fired off at once.

Simon instantly knew that the Tamer in front of him was a couple of leagues above him.

Why?

His instincts told him to act submissively. The only other time this happened was when he was standing in front of Special Advisor Michael.

"Sorry to disturb you... But what is going on?"

"What is...? Oh! Are you a freshman?"

His voice was high and squeaky matching his lanky face, Simon could not see his full physical form beneath his voluminous black-grey robes but he could guess his physique. Which only made the power he was feeling even scarier.

He was respectful and upbeat at the very least which helped calm Simon's nerves.

"Yes."

"Thought as much! Well, I guess a bit of an explanation is in order! You see the four dudes with their arms and legs tied?"

"I do."

"Well, they are criminals that have made serious infractions against the state."

The man had a vicious grin as he said his next lines.

"Instead of having them rot in a prison or executed, which is a serious loss in the country's most valuable resource, they are instead enslaved to serve the state in accordance to their crimes. You see the man on the very left?"

His brain was in overdrive, he knew of justice and punishment, and his mind already went to many places to pick up what might be happening. But he still wanted to get the whole picture.

So he nodded his head.

"That man stole a monster gem with a monster girl registered to someone else and subsequently bonded to her. At first, he was fined 200 gold pieces but since there was no way he had that kind of money he has been instead turned into a state-owned feeder. 1 gold will be taken off his fine for every month he serves."

The man was having a hard time trying to hide a chuckle that threatened to break out the more he spoke about the supposed criminal.

"His job is to sit in a chair all day and accept having his essence absorbed by random monster girls."

There were a lot of questions Simon wanted to ask but the man was not done.

"Why is there a crowd, you may ask? Well, that is because we are young hot-blooded men who cannot resist a challenge."

"See the eight others not bound? They are competing to see if they can last long enough for the slaves to lose consciousness and have to be escorted to be healed. The rest of us bet on stuff that can happen and generally have a fun time seeing what happens. It sort of an informal daily school event and if you are good enough you can make some lucrative money off this."

As he finished speaking one of the none bound contestants shouted out.

"I give! I give!"

Simon's attention shifted to the rotund young man who looked like he had run a marathon and was going to be sick. The psychic, which seemed to be the only type of monster girl on the platform, who was availing herself to the man looked up at him with a brief moment of annoyance before nodding and popping off his relatively small pecker.

His robes came down and covered his nudity while he slowly wobbled off the stage.

The crowd booed and jeered as clambered down the steps

A tamer standing on the platform holding some sort of stick with a very round bulbous tip shouted into the object.

"Well, folks! It seems contestant Super Fatty is out for the count, I am terribly sorry for anyone who thought to bet on the man! He could not even last thirty minutes! Well, don't despair because next on the list is the one the only, four-time Feeder Olympics champion! Ryan!"

Simon was sure that the object was some kind of magical artifact because the man's words reverberated over the roar of the crowds and he was sure he was not using any ability.

"Oh! That's my cue! See ya around!"

With that, the man who Simon could now put a name to jumped onto the stage to the loud rooting of the crowd.

Even he joined in, influenced by all the excited energy around him.

Simon still had a lot he wanted to ask and know, but that could wait.

Right now, he wanted to get invested in what happening right in front of him.