346: Re-Eunuched
“Haaah~ Haaah~” Felicia breathed heavily, sweating profusely from over exhaustion while doing her best to stay hidden in the shadows and avoid combat, avoid John’s fate.
Felicia wiped the sweat off her face and grimaced.
“Yuck!” the hair ball beastkin shook her hand to throw off the disgusting, smelly liquid. This was completely beneath her! Running around? Getting winded? Fighting for her life!? She had underlings to do that for her! And what were they doing!? A significant group rebelled, and the rest were in the process of getting their asses handed to them! And one of those disgusting rebels dared to disrupt the her [Piercing Wail] by sticking his meat in her mouth!?
Fucking Bloody Mary! Felicia cursed the princess over and over again. Felicia’s blood boiled over the predicament she ended up in. This was Mary’s fault! All of this was her fault! Conducting experiments, inserting herself into the tournament! All of this because she was… What? Curious? Bored? Again? Get skullfucked, psycho brat!
Felicia imagined countless gruesome fates for Mary, one worse than the other. A cheap vengeful coping mechanism that achieved nothing but offer a tempting taste of how sweet such a merciless revenge could feel like. But Felicia knew she could not lay a finger on the fucking brat without suffering a fate worse ten times over. Not only that, but she also had to somehow salvage this entire situation.
“AGH!” Felicia dodged a fireball at the last moment.
“FELICCIAAAA!!!” one of the shirtless, kilt-wearing buff eunuchs charged at Felicia and launched another fireball.
Felicia clumsily managed to dodge the second attack too but found herself on her knees just as the eunuch jumped at her, arms spread, kilt discarded, cock hard and ready for action.
Oh, right! In her rage Felicia almost forgot that the so-called eunuchs had acquired a cock for themselves. Undeserved cocks! Cocks that were bigger than the puny, ugly peckers they started out with! Cocks that must be severed once again and shoved up their asses for their insolence!!
As the shirtless descended upon Felicia, she wrapped her hair around her body and spun in place, accelerating to absurd degrees while her hair hardened and turned into countless thousands of layered, steel-like spikes, churning up rocks and dust as she spun in a ball of great unpleasantness.
The buff man’s eyes widened in horror as he realized his fate as he approached it, unable to alter his course any longer. The second his skin touched Felicia’s spinning shield, it was ripped to shreds, unleashing a gory torrent around the spinning Felicia.
“UAAAAAAAAH~” the man was blasted back and flew a distance through the air leaving a mist of blood behind him until he crashed against the hard rocky surface and tumbled further back.
Luckily for him, Felicia’s [Shredder] was a defensive skill, so he might live if helped, albeit re-eunuched.
Felicia went out of her [Shredder] even angrier, as if that was possible. Now—added on top of everything else—she was also covered in dust and had blood and other disgusting bodily particles stuck in her once snow-white hair.
The only joyful moment came when Felicia’s [Piercing Wail] finally came off cooldown, and the vengeful hairball wasted no second to activate her greatest offensive spell to its full destructive potential by combining it with the maximum [Voice Amplification].
To hell with all of you! Felicia thought as she took a deep breath, gathering far more air in her lungs than her little body would normally require. She no longer cared how much damage her own underlings would suffer. As long as this farce was brought to an end, Felicia didn’t care whether they would go deaf for a month or would end up blasted off the edge of the arena into the dark abyss below.
Last Felicia checked, Mary was getting railed far enough from the edges to perish permanently, despite how much Felicia would have loved to try and write it off as an accident. And Merillia shouldn’t have many objections if the little troublemaker went deaf for a while for all the troubles she caused.
“aaa… Ä̷͕́Ă̴̲A̴̪̕Á̸̟Ä̷̞A̶͗ͅA̶̳͂—fffffhmmFHLHFH!?”
Demonfucker! Felicia cursed when she got her spell cancelled for a second time today, this time by the main cock-swinging bitch herself, Participant Number Sixty-nine, who dared shove one of her big fat cocks down Felicia’s strained windpipe.