Flicking aside the Shadow Magic before anyone can notice, you grab Mai's attention with a sly smile.
"So, what's the plan for now, gorgeous? The rest of the fodder needs to get their turn before we're called on again," you ask, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.
Mai tilts her head thoughtfully. "Hmm, I think I'll pay a visit to that Vendetta girl—give her a few tips and some encouragement. It'd only make me look bad if another Harpie duelist was running around making a fool of herself," she says with a smirk, snuggling even deeper into your side.
You nod. "Makes sense. Probably best I don't come along—after what I just did to her, she might be too afraid to duel." You chuckle softly, aware you might have gone a little overboard.
Mai rolls her eyes good-naturedly and nudges your side. "She's a big girl. If she wants to step into grown-up duels, she's gotta be ready for the consequences. But that's fine—you can sit back and watch, see if anyone's worth our attention."
With a quick, teasing kiss, she separates and heads toward where they're holding the defeated duelists. You lean against a nearby wall, watching the remaining duels unfold.
Most of the duelists are barely worth your time—cards unremarkable, strategies predictable. But a couple stand out.
First, there's a duo going by Larry & Lancelot, who couldn't be more different. Larry, in a plain suit with a gas mask haphazardly thrown on, looks utterly bored. His partner, on the other hand, – a guy with a twinkish appearance and a teasing grin – is clearly enjoying himself, lacing his words with innuendo, trying to throw opponents off.
…Thank god you caught the announcer calling him a dude.
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Lancelot runs a fierce Silent Swordsman Warrior deck, aggressive and relentless, with a few defensive tools that seem more a show for the perverts in the crowd than real protection.
Larry's deck, however, is a lock-down nightmare—combining Imperial Order and Unbreakable Sorcery to shut opponents down hard. You can see their game plan: aggressive fast strikes from Lancelot, while Larry's deck keeps opponents locked out, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
Besides them, a duo wielding Twin-Head Thunder Dragon and Chaos Sorcerer caught your eye. Their decks are one of the few synergistic builds, built to work together. They managed to beat a pair running Vampire Lord and Crab Turtle, relatively easily because of it
And last but certainly not least, there was a duo that probably would have caught your eye even if they didn't also happen to be competent duelists.
Layla and Angel—a duo that couldn't be more different if they tried. One dressed in a pure white, somewhat slutty dress decorated with feathers for that angel aesthetic, and the other, who seemed to be an audience favorite, wore honest-to-God BDSM gear.
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In any case, you didn't get to see much from their decks because they slaughtered their opponents almost as quickly as you had. Layla managed to get out her Silent Magician LV 8, while Angel had managed to summon her Airknight Parshath, with their opponents being unable to put up any counter.
Still, it looked like Layla was playing some manner of Spellcaster deck, while Angel was running a Fairy deck. Judging by the Sprite's Blessing she searched for, she also ran at least one Ritual Monster.
Your thoughts were interrupted where you totally weren't staring at Layla's ass as she left the cage, as Mai finally reappeared, eyebrows raised.
"Checking out another blonde on our date, handsome? Should I be jealous?" she teases, smirking as she approaches.
You tap your chin for a moment, as if pondering the question. "Hmm, she DOES have a very nice ass, but I'd need to double-check yours before I could definitively say whose is better," you say with a cheeky grin, running your eyes up and down her toga-covered body.
Mai just rolls her eyes at that and lets out a sniff of derision before leaning up against you. "Hmph! Maybe later, handsome. But really, if you need to do more than look to tell my ass is better than hers, you might want to get your eyes checked, sweetheart."
You chuckle, then share your observations. "So, Lancelot and Larry, plus Layla and Angel—those are the ones worth watching. The Chaos Sorcerer team? We just need to avoid playing like idiots, and they'll fall."
"Hm, I have heard of this Layla girl before. She's something of the champion of this arena, but from all I heard, I always assumed she was just some plant by the organizers to please the pervs in the audience. But it looks like she actually deserves some of her reputation," Mai hmm'd as she leaned her head on your shoulder.
You turn your head to her with a raised eyebrow. "Oh-ho? Sounds like there's a story there. Wanna share?"
Mai just shrugs her shoulders at your words. *Not much to share. Her outfit should kinda give her thing away. Apparently, she's some extreme sadomasochist. A couple of things I've heard say she's straight-up come mid-duel after getting attacked. Hell, I heard one story about her making a bet with an opponent and fucking her live on-stage after she won. But, as I said, I always assumed it was staged by the organizers to attract a crowd," Mai finishes.
…Damn, the Underground apparently attracted all manner of freaks and perverts.
Though, as you felt your deck box practically vibrating from what you knew instinctively was Ruby getting excited, you knew you didn't exactly have room to judge.
Your conversation with Mai is interrupted as one of the assistants suddenly rushes up to you.
"Ah, your majesty! Mr. Tray wanted me to tell you you're up next again! Just be ready for your name to be called out," she says before rushing away to presumably prep your opponents as well.
…Did she just call you "your majesty"?
You freeze slightly as you process what just happened.
…Fuck, you love the Underground.
You're brought out of your stunned state as Mai gently slaps you on the cheek.
"Okay, big shot. Don't pop a boner unless you want to give the whole audience a show, considering your outfit," she says, taking your hand and leading you to the door that'll take you to the arena.
Deep breath. Keep it cool. You're not that shameless yet—though, with a couple more duels and ego strokes, who knows?
You quickly brush away that thought as you hear the announcer's muffled voice through the door start up, locking in and getting ready for your next match. Mai pushes open the door, and both of you step up to the cage where Larry and Lancelot are already waiting.
Hmm, looks like you're going to be dueling both the tougher duos here.
…Good. The greater the opponent, the greater the satisfaction in cutting them down.
Larry speaks up first as you and Mai take your places across from the pair.
"...Can we just hurry this up? This place is already giving me a headache. I just wanna win my money, go home, and drink some coffee," he says unenthusiastically.
Before you could fucking eviscerate the gnat for even implying he had a shot at victory, his own partner suddenly piped up.
"Wha— Larry! This is the King of Games we're up against! You can't just act so casual!" Lancelot shouts, bouncing up and down as her—er, his—hair flows behind him.
…There's a dick down there, just keep that in mind.
Oblivious to your thoughts, the duo continues. "...Am I meant to know what that means? I've never heard of him."
Your eyes narrow at his words.
"...You're dead. Enjoy the final breaths I allow you to take, because they'll be your last," you say dramatically, causing Lancelot to flinch back in faux-panic while Mai chuckles beside you.
Larry, though...
"...I'm pretty sure the collars can't kill you no matter how high the settings are," he says casually.
…You're kicking his ass across this arena so hard you'd leave a permanent groove in the floor.
"Welp, folks! It looks like both of our teams are about ready to get started! Who will win?! Our King of Games, along with his Queen?! Or your favorite femboy with his mysterious friend? Let's find out right here, right now! Get ready to duel!" the announcer declares as the duel begins.
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"I think I'll start us off!" you declare as you tear free the top card of your deck.
Larry, for some reason, tilts his head at your action.
"...I still think it would be more appropriate to toss a coin rather than one person deciding, and the rest of us just going along with it," he says casually.
You ignore the loser for the moment as you inspect your hand.
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There was only really one move to make here. You could attempt to play conservatively, but that would just leave your board open. Against a lock-down duelist, it was always best to try and go for their throat before they had the chance to set up.
"I'll start and activate my Pre-Preparation of Rites, allowing me to add one Ritual Spell from my deck to my hand, and I'll choose Advanced Ritual Art!" you declare as you grab ARA and add it to your hand.
"Next up, I'll activate it! Allowing me to Ritual Summon a monster by using a Normal Monster from my deck!" you explain as you fall into the familiar rhythm, sending your Tri-Horn Dragon as Hades takes his place on your field.
"Now, I'll activate Hades' effect, allowing me to pay 500 Life Points in order to resurrect one DARK monster from my Graveyard! And I'll be choosing my Tri-Horn Dragon!" you finish, as your Tri-Horn appears with a roar to announce his presence, ignoring the small shock that runs through you.
"Fortunately for you, they can't wreak havoc on you yet! So I'll set two cards face-down and end my turn," you conclude with a smirk, setting your Full Force Virus and Mystical Space Typhoon face-down.
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Lancelot begins his turn, but before he can draw, you suddenly pipe up.
"Not so fast! Before you draw, I activate my Full Force Virus!" you announce as your trap reveals itself.
"By tributing a DARK monster with 2000 or more defense for the next three turns, I infect your hand and field with a deadly virus—destroying all monsters with 1500 or less defense!" you exclaim as your Tri-Horn bursts into hundreds of thousands of small, circular bat creatures that immediately fly over to Lancelot, who tries to cover his face while the cards in his hand are revealed to you.
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Hmm, not bad. Marauding Captain was always good to see in a Warrior deck, but his lack of defense was really biting him in the ass here. Even without your Full Force, your monsters could absolutely wreck his board—without even considering what Mai might do. But with Full Force?
You watch with satisfaction as both his Marauding Captain and Silent Swordsman are promptly destroyed, leaving him with practically nothing.
Lancelot nibbles on his lip cutely as he recovers, taking a breath before placing his hand on top of his deck and drawing.
…There was a dick there. You couldn't allow yourself to forget that.
Full Force then activates, forcing Lancelot to reveal his draw and showing you A. Force.
Hmm, not the worst, but the dude really should consider trying to get his hands on Solidarity or something instead.
He stares at his hand for a few moments, obviously trying to consider his options, but you know he really had nothing. His best play probably would be to use Warrior Returning Alive and summon Marauding Captain and Command Knight to wall up—and pray Larry could do something.
But it looks like he doesn't have that much faith in his partner, as he continues.
"I'll set one monster face-down along with two other cards and end my turn!" he calls out, a simple V-set.
Heh, perhaps you had overestimated them~
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Mai starts her turn with a draw and smirks as she looks over her hand.
"Heh, you know, handsome, I'm starting to get a bit insecure here. I mean, if things play out like last time, people might begin to think I'm just a piece of very attractive arm candy," she comments idly, obviously running through a line in her mind.
You smirk over to her. "Hmm, well, you DO look good enough to eat, and I certainly wouldn't complain about having you hanging off my arm~," you purr, licking your lips. "But I'm guessing by your words, you have something else in mind here?"
"Yup~ I can't let you have all the fun, so I think I'll end things here!" she announces as the audience begins to murmur in shock, while Lancelot goes ramrod straight. But Larry looks as unbothered as ever, just tilting his head at her words.
"…The odds of you being able to defeat us in one turn are unlikely. With you presumably able to revive your partners, Tri-Horn Dragon, you would still need to put 5150 attack points on the board without any restrictions on having them attack. Please don't waste our time with meaningless boasts and continue your turn," Larry sighs as if this is all some colossal drag to him.
Mai just narrows her eyes at Larry. "…Oh, honey, I'll show you that Mai Valentine doesn't do empty boasts," she says calmly before she begins.
"To start things off, I'll activate my Pot of Greed! Allowing me to draw two new cards!" An old, familiar feeling of envy almost shoots through you as the Pot appears on her side of the field for a moment—before you remember you do actually have a copy now.
…Neat.
Mai smirks as she looks at her new draws. "Next up, I'll activate my Harpie Queen's effect in hand! Allowing me to discard her and add one Harpie's Hunting Ground from my deck to my hand!"
An ephemeral form of her Harpie Queen appears on her field for a moment, and hands Mai a card before disappearing with the wind.
"Now I'll activate Makoto's set Mystical Space Typhoon! Destroying your leftmost face-down!" Mai declares as a tornado shoots out from her card and tears Lancelot's own set MST to shreds as he winces.
"Heh, it wouldn't have saved you, but I'm always happy to see my instincts are correct~," Mai purrs as she continues. "So, let's set the stage! Now I activate my Harpie's Hunting Ground!" At her words, the cage and the dark underground arena transport you all to what seems to be the top of some mountains with a completely clear sky for miles—the perfect territory for Mai's Harpies.
"It's time for the coup de grâce! I Normal Summon my Cyber Harpie, in attack mode!" she announces as her faithful partner appears high in the sky.
"Thanks to Harpie's Hunting Ground's effect, whenever I summon a Harpie Lady, I can destroy one Spell or Trap card on the field! And I think I'll choose your last remaining one!" Mai explains, pointing at the last remaining face-down on Lancelot's field. Her Harpie dives in, destroying his set A-Force.
"And now, let me introduce my remaining dazzling Harpies! I activate Elegant Egotist! As long as I control a Harpie Lady, I can summon two more copies from my deck! So, come on out, my Harpie Lady Sisters!" Mai raises her hand high, and her two new Harpie cards appear from behind her original Harpie.
"…Unfortunately, my Hunting Ground's effect is mandatory, so it's forced to destroy itself now," Mai says as the windy mountaintop disappears, returning you all to the underground arena. "But that little loss of 200 attack doesn't change a thing, now does it~?" Mai purrs, shooting Lancelot and Larry a wink.
Larry tenses slightly as he realizes what's about to happen.
"…I may have miscalculated," he mutters.
Mai just grins in response. "Damn right you did, hon! Now, I activate the effect of Hades to revive our Tri-Horn Dragon!" Mai exclaims as your Tri-Horn reappears. You barely feel the electricity run through you, enraptured by Mai's performance.
"Now, end this! All of my monsters attack and wipe out their remaining Life Points!" Mai commands, as her Harpie Lady leads the charge, crashing into Lancelot's set Command Knight and destroying it. This leaves both of them open to a combined attack from your Hades, Tri-Horn, and Mai's two remaining Harpies. Lancelot and Larry both collapse to the ground, beginning to scream—
But your focus isn't on them or their agony. Your eyes are only for Mai, who looks down at them as if they were mere trash in her way—pathetic insects whose very existence annoys her enough to warrant death.
You want her. You need her. Without hesitation, you march over and turn her to face you. Her eyes widen as you wrap your arms around her waist and squeeze her close. You dive in and shove your tongue straight into her mouth, beginning to make out with her right there.
To be honest, the only reason you aren't ripping her out of that outfit and fucking her right then and there is because you'd never allow those ingrates in the audience the pleasure of seeing all the hidden wonders of your Mai's body. They belong to you and only you—now and forever…
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Duel Won!
(300 DP from beating Lancelot and Larry!)
(200 DP from "Damn, pop off!" Achievement)
Larry & Lancelots Traits Revealed:
Its only logical: Start with Imperial Order in your opening hand.
I'm not ready!: Once per turn If you draw a LV monster you can return it back to your deck and add to your hand one monster with the same name, but a lower LV than the returned monster.
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To be honest, you don't even remember how you both got backstage, far too engrossed in exploring every inch of Mai's mouth. But when you finally detach yourself from her and look around, you see that the two of you are back there once again.
Your thoughts are interrupted as you suddenly hear clapping coming from beside where you have Mai backed up against the wall. Looking over, you see Layla leaning against a nearby wall, slowly clapping with a smirk so wide it's visible even from underneath her mask
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She stops clapping once she notices she has your attention and then gestures to Mai, who is still panting, face completely flushed.
"Please, don't stop on my account. I was quite enjoying the free show~," she purrs out, a deep tone of satisfaction lacing her voice.
…A part of you really does want to take her up on the offer and go back to ravaging Mai, but unfortunately, you should probably see what she wants.
Stepping away from Mai fully, you straighten your robes before turning to Layla and giving her your full attention.
"Heh, I'm happy to hear that. Unfortunately, I'm too much of a gentleman to ignore a beautiful lady like you," you say with a cheeky grin as Mai recovers behind you.
Layla brings the back of her hand to her cheek in mock embarrassment, batting her eyes at you like she's some blushing maiden—except she's wearing an outfit that'd make strippers blush.
"Oh my! How chivalrous! Be careful, big boy. Keep talking like that, and I might just fall for you~," she says, her voice a low rumble in the back of her throat.
You shoot her a wink at that. "Ha! Can't say that sounds unpleasant, but how about we get down to business? Did you need something, or were you really just enjoying the show that much?" you ask as you swagger over to her.
"Hmm~ it was quite the nice show, but you're right. I did want to talk to you about something. You see, I like my duels to be a bit more exciting, and your last duel REALLY worked me up. So I was wondering if you and your girlfriend wanted to make a little bet—just for fun, of course~," Layla says, slowly running her finger up and down your chest, winding around the chain holding your Millennium Ring.
You raise an eyebrow with a grin. "Oh-ho? Don't you still have another duel to get through first? That confident you'll win?" you tease her, enjoying the attention she's laying on you.
She tilts her head at that. "Hmm, don't get me wrong. Ken and Jay are a pair of cuties, but we both know they can't stand up to the big boys, even with that dumb slut dragging me down. I'll still be able to give them a good spanking and send them home with their tails between their legs, then we can have some REAL fun up on stage. How's that sound to you, sexy?~" she purrs, leaning closer and looking you directly in the eyes.
…Damn, this girl is dangerous. But you can't say you don't find it attractive. Still, should you really take her up on her offer? And if so, what should the terms be exactly?
Hmm, well, it would be rude if you decided all this by yourself without consulting your partner.
You turn your head back to Mai, who finally seems to have caught her breath and straightened her outfit. You speak up. "Yo, got any suggestions in mind, gorgeous? Would hate to take all the fun for myself~," you tease her as she makes her way over.
Mai crosses her arms as she approaches, eyes narrowed as she inspects Layla, who leans back under her inquisitive gaze, running her hands up and down her body.
"...Well, first off, what do you want if you somehow manage to win?" Mai asks, her tone serious—clearly taking this a bit more seriously than you are.
Eh, there's not even a chance you could lose here, but you can respect Mai wanting to play it safe.
"Well~ was thinking if I won, I'd get free rein to mount your boyfriend live on stage while you watch from the proverbial cuck chair. And then I'd get a coupon for a free night with both of you, where I can do whatever I want~," she says casually, like she's discussing nothing more than a friendly game, rather than the idea of fucking you in front of an audience of at least a couple dozen people.
…This girl really WAS dangerous. That might be a bit too far even for you-
"Of course, if either of you are afraid you'll lose, I suppose I can be convinced to lower the stakes~," she adds with a sly smile.
You hear Mai sigh behind you at her words, as you tense at the implication that losing is even a possibility. As Mai walks in front of you, she looks back with a raised eyebrow, already knowing what you're about to do.
You meet her gaze with a raised eyebrow of your own. "...If you want to opt out of your portion, that's fine. But I'm not backing down on mine," you say simply, knowing your pride wouldn't let even the appearance of losing be an option.
Mai lets out another sigh, rolling her eyes as she turns her attention back to Layla, who is just smirking, watching the exchange.
"...You heard the big lug. We're in. But in return, WHEN we win, we own your ass for a week. To be started when I call you. You'll have a few days to get your affairs in order, but once you arrive, you're our bitch for that entire period—you don't even breathe without permission. Understood, slut?" Mai says seriously, practically glaring at Layla. The girl blushes under her intense gaze, letting out a surprisingly girlish giggle rather than her usual sultry chuckle.
"Hehe! I knew this would be fun~ You'd be surprised how uncreative people can be. 'Oh, some head backstage.' 'I get to fuck you.' Hell, I only get 'Let me fuck your ass' once in a blue moon. You'd think the people who come to these things would be more kinky, but they're a load of bores," she scoffs, flicking her hair.
"But I'm game. If I win, I get to fuck your boyfriend live on stage in front of the audience, and then I get a free night with both of you whenever I want. But if I lose, I'm your bitch for a week. Sounds fair enough to me~," she purrs, glancing up at the clock on the wall.
"Well, I should probably get going. Lord knows that little Angel bitch is probably pulling out her hair wondering where I am. Tata! I look forward to riding you like the stallion you are once I beat you, stud~," she says, blowing you and Mai a kiss before sashaying down the hallway, shaking her ass as she goes.
As soon as she's out of sight, you turn to Mai with a raised eyebrow. "...You sure you're okay with this? Gotta be real, I never got the impression you were into women before," you ask.
Mai just rolls her eyes and leans against the wall. "I'm not really. Prefer my company more muscly and hard rather than fair and soft. But I've experimented a few times over the years and didn't hate it. Plus, did you see how that bitch was talking? She wanted to force me to watch her fuck you—that's a power play if I ever saw one. So, the thought of grinding that whore's slimy tongue as deep into my pussy as I can manage isn't exactly unpleasant," she hisses, clicking her tongue. "...Besides, who said it has to be purely sexual? It's been a while since I've had a maid to wait on me hand and foot—cook my food, prepare my baths. I'm quite looking forward to working her until she collapses~," Mai adds with a sadistic smirk crossing her face.
…Fuck, she looked so hot right now. That, along with the thought of what's to come, made you unable to resist. You surge forward, wrapping your arms around Mai and diving into her neck.
"H-hey! Makoto!" Mai yelps, letting out a long moan as you continue your fun.
Even as you and Mai get lost in your intimacy, you can't help but keep one eye on the TV in the corner, watching Layla and Angel's duel. As she predicted, they made short work of Ben and Jerry. The only notable thing was that Angel apparently had a copy of Honest, which might be something to watch out for.
Soon enough, you have no choice but to pull away from Mai, knowing the finals will start soon. Mai quickly tries to fix her outfit, then looks into the mirror and lets out a long whine at the massive hickey forming on her neck—futilely trying to cover it with her purple robe.
Good. Let everyone see. It wouldn't be good if they misconstrued the situation between you two.
Before long, you and Mai step out into the arena, greeted by the roar of the audience and a few wolf whistles. It's clear their minds are in the gutter about what you two have been up to.
…Not that they're wholely wrong. But you're pretty sure that if you torn Mai out of her toga and messed up her makeup, she might actually murder you.
Soon, you and Mai enter the cage, where Layla and her partner are already waiting.
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Angel looks over at you and Mai, raising a condescending eyebrow.
"...I do hope the two of you are under no delusions about your odds of victory. I care not if you are the King of Games—the question is, what is a King when faced with one of a god's holy angels?" she says with a sniff of derision.
…You can't wait to zap a bitch and wipe that smug look off her face.
You raise an eyebrow at her, matching her condescension. "We'll see if you can keep that attitude once I drag you out of the sky and into the dirt where you belong. I'll paint your pure white wings with black sin until the only god you worship is me," you say, already certain of victory.
Angel flinches back at your words. And for a second, you swear a red blush stains her cheeks before your attention shifts to Layla, who lets out a long, exaggerated moan.
"Oooooh! My, my! How filthy! You'd best be careful, Angel. Otherwise, you may find yourself chanting, 'Punish me, Daddy, I've been a bad girl!' soon enough~," Layla purrs, groping one of her breasts while Angel goes beet red.
"Sh-shut up, you harlot! I would never reduce myself to such vulgarity! Keep your lewd thoughts to yourself!" Angel huffs, stamping her foot.
Layla grins through her mask, but her eyes betray her amusement, before she turns her attention back to you and Mai.
"Heh. And why would I ever do that? I'm the loud and proud type! Nothing will get in my way of getting what I want! Hear that, you two?! So you better be prepared to follow through with your end of the bet once I crush you!" Layla shouts as her Duel Disk activates.
Mai narrows her eyes. "...In your wet dreams, maybe, skank. But that's all they are. Once we wipe the floor with you, I'm going to have you lick my floor until it's spotless!" she hisses.
Layla grins even harder. "Promises~ promises~," she purrs as the announcer pipes up:
"Would you look at that, folks! It seems there have been some backroom deals going on! I wonder what they could be?! There's only one way to find out. So, without further ado, let's get our finals underway! It's time to DUEL!"
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You just grin, more than ready to win this thing, as you immediately tear a card from the top of your deck.
"Heh, I think I'll be the one to start us off here!" you announce as you look at your draw.
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Pre-Preparation of Rites, along with a Giant Germ and Polymerization in hand? God, it was almost like the universe WANTED you to win.
Well, you'd hate to disappoint~
.... Still, it wouldn't do to get TOO cocky here. They were actually competent duelists—unlike whats-his-name and Vendetta—and they had foreknowledge of the play. It was best to take it slow rather than shoot your load early and end up with egg on your face.
"Hmmm~ I'd hate to end the fun TOO quickly, so for now I think I'll just set two cards face-down and end my turn," you said with a cocky grin as you placed your Giant Germ and Mirror Force down on the field.
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Layla just batted her eyes at your words as she drew for her turn.
"Ooooh? Are you gonna tease me, stud? Draw it out slowly, torturously build me up and up until I explode all over the stage~?" she said, seemingly beginning to pant before abruptly stopping.
"...Unfortunately for you down here, I'm the Mistress of the Cage. If you're not careful, it's you who might end up exploding all over the stage~," she purred, matching your play with a T-Set of her own before ending her turn.
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Mai seems to choose to ignore Layla's words rather than continue the banter, focusing entirely on the duel as she looks over her hand. Soon enough, she nods her head as if coming to a decision.
"First up, I'll summon my Cyber Harpie in attack mode!" Mai announced, as her Harpie appeared, looking back at you with a wink and a wave before turning her attention back to her opponent.
Hmm, you should probably mention to Mai that her Harpie's seemed to have gained a spirit. You had meant to mention it before, but your attention had been on 'other' things.
"Next up, I'll set two cards face-down and end my turn," Mai said, laying out two other cards before ending her turn.
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..... That was surprising, but as you inspected her two set cards, you quickly caught onto what she was doing. Harpie's Feather Duster and Polymerization — knowing you had a Germ set — she was setting you up for an OTK during your next turn with Blight-Horn.
Heh, good to see the two of you were on the same page.
"Oooh, are you looking to tease me as well, Harpy? Like I told your man, you'd best be careful when playing these games with me~," she crooned in a sing-song tone.
Mai just continued to ignore her, but Angel couldn't stop herself from piping up with a roll of her eyes.
"Must you make each and every duel such farces? I swear you'd be better off working as some tramp rather than dueling," she scoffed.
Layla just grinned at her partner, a mischievous look on her face. "Heh, I don't remember you complaining any time I win one of our duels, slut~," she murmured quietly, clearly alluding to some history between the two.
The audience chuckled as Angel's face went bright red.
"Shut your whore mouth, strumpet! In case you've forgotten, I won our last duel!" she hissed before shaking her head.
"In any case, I still have a duel to win and a grand prize to claim," Angel declared as she drew, her face lighting up with a grin as she looked at her card.
"Hmph! It appears the lord truly is favoring me! I activate my Pot of Greed, allowing me to draw two additional cards!" she said, drawing two more cards.
"Next, I'll set one monster face-down before activating my Holy Swords of Revealing Light!" she announced as the swords rained down on your and Mai's fields, flipping your Giant Germ as both Layla and Angel's eyes narrow.
"...Hmm, as much as I'd like to deal with that disgusting wretch of a monster right here and now, I shall instead pass my turn back to you," Angel said tersely, clearly believing her swords would be enough to protect her from your assault.
Heh, how naïve~.
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You draw and get D.D. Trainer.
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Hmm, disappointing—this was a card you pretty much never wanted to draw. Still, if things went as planned here, it wouldn't matter.
Time to try and bring this home~
"First things first, I activate Mai's set—Harpie's Feather Duster!" Both Layla and Angel flinch as your spell is revealed, but they quickly compose themselves.
"Not so fast! I'll activate my set—Mystical Space Typhoon! Targeting your last remaining set card!" Angel announces. An enormous feather appears in Harpie Lady's hand, which she swings, sending out a powerful gust of wind. However, a sudden tornado surges through it, wiping away your set Polymerization, even as Angel's swords are also blown away.
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Annoying. More Polymerizations were always good, but luckily, you still had your own copy in hand.
"Well, girls, as fun as this has been, I think it's about time I end it here," you say with a cocky smirk, preparing to make your move. Both Layla and Angel tense up at your words.
"Tell me if you've seen this one before! I activate my Pre-Preparation of Rites, allowing me to add one Ritual Spell from my deck to my hand. And I'll choose my faithful Advanced Ritual Art!" You announce as you grab the card.
"Next, I activate my Advanced Ritual Art and summon Hades! Then, using his effect, I resurrect my Tri-Horn Dragon, before immediately activating Polymerization to summon my Blight-Horn Dragon!" You roar out as your now-infamous monster makes its grand appearance.
"And lastly, I Normal Summon my Breaker the Magical Warrior! Who, on summon, gains 1 Spell Counter, increasing his attack by 300!" You declare as your Breaker makes his debut.
"As I said, girls, it's been fun, but it's over! First up—attack Layla's set monster, Harpie Lady!" You order, a feral grin crossing your Harpie's face. as she rises high into the air before diving at Layla's set monster—revealing a Mystic Tomato.
Damn, a floater? Now they might actually survive—
Your thoughts are interrupted as Layla suddenly shouts at Angel.
"I fucking told you to add at least SOME of my DARK monsters to your deck, you bitch! For this exact scenario!"
Angel just grits her teeth, narrowing her eyes at Layla.
"And like I told you, there's no way I'd let your disgusting cards anywhere near my angels! Lord only knows where they've been!" Angel jeers back.
…Well, that was good news for you.
"Ha! Had me worried for a second, girls! But I think this is it!" You laugh confidently, turning to your Breaker. "Go on, Breaker! Destroy their remaining monster!"
As Breaker dashes forward, he swings his sword through Angel's set—revealing a Nova Summoner.
Shit, not only another floater, but unlike Mystic Tomato, this one can summon a monster in defense mode. Looks like the duel isn't over yet.
"Ha! I see you've already realized your arrogance, you cur! This match is far from over. When my Nova Summoner is sent to the Graveyard, I can Special Summon one LIGHT Fairy monster from my deck with 1500 or less ATK! And I choose my Shining Angel. Appear before me now and protect me!" Angel cries out as her monster hits the field, kneeling before her in defense mode.
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Hmm, you could call off your Battle Phase now and wipe the Shining Angel away with Lightning Vortex so its effect doesn't activate. Unfortunately, with how Hades is worded, the destroyed monster hits the Graveyard before being banished. The worst-case scenario is you destroy Shining Angel with Hades with her then summoning another monster and activating Honest when you attack with Blight.
Of course, it's entirely possible she doesn't have Honest in hand. It's an incredibly rare card—she might only have one or two copies tops, if she's lucky. If you don't attack, you'll miss out on a ton of damage here.
Still, do you want to risk it?
No matter the scenario, it was probably best to attack with Hades first—thinning her deck of any key resources.
"Heh, not a bad move, beautiful, but all you've done is extend your torment that much longer! Go on, Hades—attack her Shining Angel! Underworld Judgement!" You command, as familiar black energy gathers behind Hades before shooting forth, engulfing her Angel completely.
Angel grimaces for a moment as her monster is consumed, then throws her arm out.
"My Shining Angel's effect activates! When he is destroyed by battle, I can Special Summon a LIGHT monster with 1500 or less ATK from my deck in attack mode! And I choose another Shining Angel!" she declares. As a second Angel materializes on her field, staring defiantly up at your Blight-Horn, which snarls down at him.
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Fuck it, it was only 1400 damage if she did have Honest, and it'd be best to get it out of the way early anyway. But more importantly than any of that...
You just really wanted to zap that smug look off her face.
With that in mind, you throw an arm out, pointing at her Shining Angel. "Go for it, Blight-Horn! Miasma Decay! And activate your effect while you're at it!" You command as your Blight-Horn unleashes his attack, swelling in size as his scales turn a bright red.
Even as you tense, fully expecting Honest to be used instead, you're left surprised when the attack goes through uncontested. Your Blight-Horn's assault disintegrates Angel's Shining Angel completely. Simultaneously, both Angel and Layla's collars activate, shooting a shock worth 4700 damage through both of them as they collapse to their knees, shrieking—a shrill scream that slowly morphs into a long, drawn-out moan as seconds pass.
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…Welp, it looks like Angel is just as much of a deviant as Layla. Good to know.
Slowly, they both get back to their feet on trembling knees that would shame a newborn foal, Angel trying to speak through the red flush on her face.
"I-I activate my Shining Angel's effect to Special Summon my Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands to the field…" Angel pants out, face bright red as her monster appears. "W-when my Manju is summoned, I can add one Ritual Spell from my deck to my hand, and I'll choose my Sprite's Blessing!" She declares, seeming to catch her breath, though the redness in her face hasn't faded, and her pupils are still tiny pinpricks.
"Heh, I thought I was dueling competent duelists, not bitches in heat! Let's see if you can do anything worth a damn with the time you've brought yourself—or if you're only extending your humiliation!" You taunt with a grin as you place your Lightning Vortex face-down and move to your End Phase.
"Unfortunately, during the End Phase, where I activate my Blight-Horn's effect, the virus running through his veins finally gets the better of him and destroys him," you explain as your Blight-Horn lets out a final, rage-filled roar before bursting into a red mist that flows to your hand.
"But when it does, his second effect activates! With his death, the Virus that killed him fully forms and adds itself to my hand. In layman's terms, I'm allowed to add one card with Virus in its name from my deck to my hand," you say, shuffling through your deck.
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The question now is: which one to add?
Ultimately, you decide to go with Eradicator Epidemic Virus. It was the most versatile of your Virus cards, and the hefty cost of tributing a DARK monster with 2500 or more ATK was practically made null by Hades.
As you add it to your hand, your gaze shifts to Layla. She's visibly panting, a manic look in her eyes as she places her hand on the top of her deck, preparing to draw.
…You had a bad feeling about this.
Layla trait: Sadomasochistic Pleasure~ activates!
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Layla draws, and you can practically see her licking her lips even through the mask as she looks at it.
"...Oh lover, I am a bitch in heat, a dirty, filthy, horny bitch who needs to be fucked here and now, and that's why I'm about to win this duel and mount you right here, right now. I'm going to fuck you until you haven't a drop left to give, and then I'm going to keep going. So let's hurry this up~," Layla panted out, a dark promise in her words.
"First of all, I'll activate my Heavy Storm, wiping out whatever pesky backrow you think can get in the way of me fucking you into a coma," Layla commented as a tornado engulfs the field and destroys your Mirror Force and Lightning Vortex.
Tsk! Now that was a problem, but potentially even more so was what her words were doing to you. You needed to stay focused on the duel and not all the sin that was spewing out of Layla's mouth.
…But that was easier said than done.
"Next up, I'll let you see what mommy does for good boys~," she purrs as she takes one card from her hand and inserts it into her Duel Disk. "I activate my Change of Heart! Allowing me to take control of one card you control until the End Phase." She stated as Hades suddenly swapped to her side of the field.
…Oooh, you were going to spank her ass raw for this little maneuver.
"Now I'll activate Hades' effect, paying 500 Life Points in order to resurrect my Mystic Tomato," Layla moaned as the minor shock ran through her, then seeming to hum in disappointment that it was over so soon as her Tomato appeared in defense mode.
"Now it's about time I introduce my true boss monster! By tributing your Hades, Lord of the Underworld, and Angel's Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands, I call forth the monster that embodies my very soul—Yubel!" Layla declares to the very heavens as her boss monster appears.
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Hmm, you think you had a copy of this card back home, and you had to admit, it was a suitable ace for someone like Layla considering her… everything.
"Go on, Yubel! Show everyone what you can do!" Suddenly, Yubel's eyes began to glow, followed swiftly by Mai's Harpie Lady, who flew up into the air and dived at Layla's Yubel, kicking her square in the chest.
You prepared yourself as the collars suddenly activate, both you and Mai losing 1800 as a result of Yubel's effect. But as you crack an eye open, you see that for some reason, both Angel's and Layla's collars had also activated, shocking them as well as they moaned.
As the shock wears off, Layla pipes up panting, cheeks flushed red.
"...My darling Yubel represents me perfectly. Whenever she attacks, it's my opponents who take the damage instead of me, taking the pain and sharing it with everyone. But unfortunately I don't think the collars really did her justice, so I asked the organizers of this little event to make it so even though we don't take any damage, our collars will react as if we did. So we all get to share in this beautiful pain together~," Layla coos out as if it were the most romantic thing on earth.
…This bitch really was oh-so dangerous in the best ways~
"Unfortunately, in order for my Yubel to stay on the field, I need to tribute one monster during my End Phase. So we'll have to say goodbye to my Tomato," Layla coos out as her Tomato is suddenly engulfed in a bed of thorns.
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You wonder why she hadn't chosen to keep your Hades and destroy either your Harpie or Breaker. Was it some pride thing? Tributing yours and Angel's monsters for her boss rather than her own card or something?
…Though, judging by how heavy she was panting and how she had Yubel attack Harpie Lady instead of your Breaker, a part of you is sure she's just too horny to think completely straight at this point.
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Mai's Sisterly Seduction trait activates!
Mai narrows her eyes over at Layla, who only seems to grin in response to Mai's glare.
"...If you think I'm gonna let you fuck MY man without getting on your hands and knees and begging me for the privilege first, then you have another thing coming, bitch. And I'll show you that here and now!" Mai roars out as she draws.
…Man, this duel really was just drawing the best out of everyone, wasn't it?
"To start things off, I'll activate my Amazoness Call! Allowing me to add any Amazoness from my deck to my hand, and I'll be choosing my Amazoness Warchief!" Mai declared, but she was far from done.
"Next up, I'll activate my Elegant Egotist! Allowing me to summon my other two Harpie's from my deck!" Mai snarled as the other two sisters made their appearance, mischievous grins spread across all of their faces as they loomed over the battlefield.
"And now, I'll tribute Breaker the Magical Warrior in order to summon my Amazoness Warchief! And when she's summoned, her effect activates, allowing me to set one Polymerization from my deck to the field!" Mai said as a close-to-7-feet-tall muscled amazoness appeared on her field, along with a card suddenly appearing in her backrow.
"Then I'll immediately activate my set Polymerization, fusing together all my Harpie Ladies to summon my Harpie Mistress!" Mai proclaimed as the monster she made during her duel with Yugi makes its grand entrance—whip in hand and blonde hair waving in the wind, outfit somehow seeming almost as scandalous as Layla's with just how form-fitting it was.
Layla let out a low moan of pleasure as she looked at Harpie Mistress, running her eyes up and down her form. "Hmm, god, you have no idea how hard I've been looking for a copy of her, but I haven't had any luck just yet~," she purred out, as Mistress and Mai just narrowed their eyes at Layla.
"Hmph! She's far too good a card for a dirty whore like you. Hell, you barely even deserve that ace of yours. So I think I'll relieve you of her—Harpie Mistress! Eternal Bondage!" Mai yells, throwing her hand out as a metal collar with a leash appears in Mistress' hands. Before she throws it, the collar snaps around Yubel's neck as Mistress drags the struggling monster over to your side of the field. Mistress grabs Yubel by the chin before kicking her legs out from under her and forcing her to kneel.
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"Now I'll enter my Battle Phase! Luckily for you two, during the turn I use my Warchief's effect, only Amazoness monsters can attack. But let's see how much you enjoy this! Go on, Warchief!" At her command, Mai's Amazoness charges forward, spear raised high before she brings it down directly on Layla, who just lets out a moan as electricity flows through her.
"H-hrgh! God, at least buy a girl dinner first before you shove your spear in her!" Layla moaned as she rubbed her obviously slick thighs together.
Mai just glared even harder at that. "...God, I can't wait to shove a gag in you."
As Mai enters her End Phase, Yubel's effect activates, forcing her to tribute her Amazoness Warchief.
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.... Heh, sometimes it was far too easy to forget Mai was one of the best duelists around because of her tendency to pick on fodder and her loss to Yugi. But she had managed to turn what was a pretty dire situation all the way around and leave the two of you in an incredible position to win this thing.
Guess you just know how to pick 'em~
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Still, these two had proven to be a duo not to underestimate, so you wouldn't count this as your victory just yet.
You turn your attention to Angel, who had been surprisingly silent all things considered, and notice her looking down at the floor, shaking, face painted red as her hair covers her eyes, slowly panting.
"L-layla, what kind of absurd, depraved, foul, fucking, obscenely hot bet did you make with the two of them…?" Angel pants out, turning her attention to her partner, who just smirked.
She tilted her head for a moment, tapping her lips. "Hmm~ Oh, nothing big. If I win, I get to fuck the stud over there live on-stage—just like our old bet—and then I get a free night with both of them. But if I lose, I have to be their bitch for a week." Layla said shamelessly, loud enough so the entire audience heard, who then began to murmur excitedly.
Angel's eyes went half-lidded at that. "...I want in…" she whispered quietly.
Layla just grinned at that and cupped a hand around her ear as if she hadn't heard. "Oh? What was that, floozy? Afraid you're gonna need to speak up here~," Layla chimed.
Angel just narrowed her eyes, glaring at Layla. "I-I WANT IN, DAMMIT! I—if we win, I get to fuck him on-stage with you, and you invite me over for the night. But if we lose, I need to be their bitch as well!" She suddenly turned to you, eyes manic with frantic energy.
"T-that sounds good to you, right?! I—I mean, why wouldn't it? What man in their right mind could resist this!?" Suddenly, she grabbed both sides of her feathered dress and yanked them down, exposing her bare breasts to you and the entire audience.
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"S-see?! Who wouldn't want a piece of my pure but outrageously lewd body?! Who wouldn't want to bite at my breasts, spank my fat ass, finger my pretty pussy, fuck my wet mouth—"
As Angel went on and on, you could feel yourself getting harder and harder with each obscenity that left her mouth as your face got redder and redder.
"A-alright, okay?! Geez, just give me a break! We'll cut you in!" you manage to get out, for the first time in a long time actually feeling flustered.
Your attention is suddenly drawn by Layla, who lets out a low chuckle as she looks at your expression. "Surprised? This little slut is as big of a pervert as I am. Hell, sometimes I think she may actually be worse. But to get this side of her to come out, you need to rev her engine up a bit first. After that? Well, that's when she gets fun~," Layla said as she walked over to Angel and suddenly brought her hand down on her ass with a sharp spank.
"Now, hurry up, whore, so we can get to the actual fun here~," Layla said as she strutted back over to her spot.
Angel glared at Layla, but it was slightly undercut by her still panting, her face completely flushed.
"D-don't call me a whore, bitch…" she hissed, but nevertheless, she brought up her Duel Disk and drew.
As she drew, Angel licked her lips, looking at the cards in her hand.
"Hrgh! Fuck! To start, I'll activate my Living Arrow Spell Card! Allowing me to copy one spell in your Graveyard, and I'll pick your Lightning Vortex!" Angel announced with surprising intensity as the arrow appeared and shot at your Graveyard, and Lightning Vortex appeared on her side of the field.
"By discarding one card, I can destroy all monsters you control! So, let's hurry this up!" Angel said, panting, as lightning suddenly rained down and destroyed Harpie Mistress along with Layla's Yubel.
Right as Angel was about to continue her move, obviously impatient, Mai piped up and interrupted her, throwing an arm out.
"Not so fast, you little tramp! When my Harpie Mistress leaves the field, her second effect activates, allowing me to Special Summon back my three Harpie Lady Sisters from my Banishment! Let's go! Harpie's Convergence!" Mai announced as her three Harpies reappeared, while Angel snarled.
"Fucking slut! Just let me win already so I can get some dick!" Angel growled, looking at her hand.
"Fine! If you want to do this the hard way, let's do it the hard way!" she snapped, grabbing a card from her hand.
"I activate my Monster Reborn! And I'll use it to revive Hades, Lord of the Underworld, to my field!" Angel cried out, and your Hades appeared on her field once again.
…Welp, that was another spanking due.
"Next, I'll activate Hades' effect! By paying 500 Life Points, I'll resurrect Yubel back to our field! Hurry your ass up, slut!" Angel called out as Yubel rose back onto her field.
"And finally, I'll activate my Sprite's Blessing! By tributing two monsters in my hand, I call forth the Lord's greatest defender—Vennu! Bright Bird of Divinity!" Angel announced as an enormous, pure white angelic bird with golden wings appeared behind her and Layla. Its majestic appearance contrasted sharply with Angel's and Layla's whorish looks.
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"Now, let's hurry this up! First off, Yubel, make her Harpie attack you now!" Angel commanded as Yubel's eyes glowed. Mai's Harpie Lady was forced to get to her feet, diving toward Yubel and slashing her across the chest. You and Mai took 1300 damage before all of your collars activated.
Once the charge died down, you saw Angel panting even more, drooling dribbling over her chest, adding to her obscene image before she continued.
"N-now! Hades! Vennu! Get rid of two of those whores now!" Angel roared as Hades unleashed a blast of darkness, quickly followed by a blast of light from Vennu, obliterating two of Mai's Harpies.
"Now, I end my turn! And I sacrifice Hades for Yubel's effect! Since a monster was tributed, my Vennu's effect activates, allowing me to add one monster from my Graveyard back to my hand!" she said as your Hades was consumed by a field of vines, and she added a card back to her hand.
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.... That was actually quite a nasty little combo for them—a constant resource loop that, at the very least, mitigated Yubel's tribute cost or, if they had a way to pay for it consistently, turned into constant advantage generation.
Suddenly, Angel turned to Layla with a fierce look in her eyes.
"You better fucking win during your next turn, bitch! If you don't, I swear to the lord, I'll scratch your eyes out!" As Layla rolled her eyes and the two began to bicker, you couldn't help but narrow your eyes at them.
…Are they really underestimating you here? It may be about time you showed your two future bitches their place in the pecking order.
"...And who said she was getting another turn?" you stated, using just enough Shadow Magic to make your voice echo throughout the entire arena, shutting everybody up as they were unable to do anything but give you their full attention.
Angel blinked at you disorientedly, as if you had just thrown a cold bucket of water on her.
"W-wha…? I—I mean, you only have two cards in your hand, and one of them's a Virus card, so there's not much you can do…" she trailed off, sounding slightly unsure of herself, while Layla nodded along in agreement.
"...And who decided that? I'd implore you not to judge me by the standards of the common man. While to others this may look like a hopeless situation, to me it's just another achievement to add to my tale. I tell you with complete and utter confidence, I will win this turn—I won't even need to use any cards except what I'll draw here." You said with supreme confidence.
Layla just stared at you, eyes narrowed in consideration even as she unconsciously tensed under your Shadow Magic-laced words.
"...Why don't you put your money where your mouth is then, lover-boy? If you can't manage to beat us this turn using the card you're about to draw, then you need to forfeit." Layla offered what most would consider an absurd bet.
…But to you, it was already decided.
You hold up a hand, cutting Mai off before she could interrupt. "Agreed, but if I were to lose, the terms of our bet are changed. Mai is no longer involved at all, but in return, I am forced to follow whatever either of you orders me to do for the next year. And while your standing agreement will not change, another factor shall be added. For the next year, whenever either of you participate in any Underground Tournament, you must wear a mark of some kind denoting my ownership of you—visible on your person. It could be a collar with a tag saying 'Property of Makoto Yuzuki,' a temporary tattoo, whatever you wish, but it must be visible and clearly indicate I own you. Do we have a deal?" You said, using Shadow Magic to make sure everyone who heard you knew, without a shadow of a doubt, you were serious.
Layla and Angel both gulped, seemingly unnerved by your seeming supreme confidence in your next draw. But judging by the other their faces flushed an even deeper shade of red, and their slick thighs squeezed together hard enough you could hear them squelch—they were far from displeased.
"...I can get behind that. I mean, why would I ever pass up the opportunity to make the King of Games my personal boytoy for the next year," Layla agreed, as you turned your attention to Angel.
"I agree as well. I quite look forward to making you cleanse every inch of my body with your tongue~," Angel just about managed to pant out.
You just nod your head to indicate you've heard them. "Then the deal is struck. Now, I shall end this game—here and now." You felt your very own magic do something, now knowing that if you attempted to break your end of the deal, there would be dire consequences.
It's a good thing your victory is guaranteed then, isn't it?
Mai looked over to you, a nervous look strewn across her face as she bit her lip.
"Makoto…," she trailed off, obviously unsure exactly what to say.
You just turn to her and smile, making sure the full weight of your confidence was plain as day.
"There's no need to worry, gorgeous. Do you really think it's possible for me to lose to these scrubs?" you say with your cockiest grin, something in it seeming to get through to Mai as she just huffed, turning away from you and crossing her arms.
"...Fine! But I swear, Makoto, if you lose here, then you'd better never talk to me ever again! I wouldn't be able to show my face around someone who embarrassed themselves so badly!" Mai said as you just chuckled at her words.
…Well then, you REALLY can't lose now.
You turn your attention back to the field, where everyone is waiting with bated breath to see whether you'll be able to back up your words.
You place your hand on top of your deck and draw, not even looking at the card as you immediately activate it.
"I activate my Pot of Greed, allowing me to draw two additional cards." Everyone's eyes widen as you activate your card without looking at it, completely stunned even as you draw two more.
"Next, I shall activate my Soul Exchange. For the rest of this turn, both of us may tribute monsters from either side of the field as if we controlled them. So now, I'll tribute your Yubel and Vennu to Tribute Summon one of my most leal subjects, the Red-Eyes Black Dragon!" you declare, as everyone's eyes widen in shock. Yubel and Vennu disappear, replaced by your fierce Red-Eyes Black Dragon with a roar that seemed to shake the entire stadium.
"Wha—how?! How could you possibly have known what the top three cards of your deck were?!" Layla cries out in confusion.
You just raise an eyebrow at her, confused by her question.
"How? What an absurd question. Of course I didn't know what the top three cards of my deck were. I simply knew my deck would provide what I required because I am their King," you state as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Layla and Angel's eyes widen in awe.
"...And in a few moments, I shall be yours too," you decree, as the whole room seems to freeze at your proclamation.
"Now, I believe it's time I end this—Red-Eyes!" you bark out. Red-Eyes rears up, charging his attack, but suddenly, Harpie Lady jumps onto his back.
You raise an eyebrow at her as she looks back at you with a mischievous grin.
"...I suppose it would be ungentlemanly of me to hog all the fun. Very well! Red-Eyes! Harpie Lady! Attack! Whirling Infernal Fireblast!" You roar, as Red-Eyes unleashes his attack, which is then enhanced by Harpie Lady fanning the flames with her winds—a practically sun blasting toward Layla and Angel. Their eyes widen in shock before it impacts, blasting them both back against the bars before their collars then activate, and they let out screams of pure pain.
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. .... Though judging by the slowly forming puddle beneath them, you suppose it wasn't PURE pain.
In either case, you ignore them for the moment, turning and marching over to Mai, who could only look at you stunned as you wrap an arm around her waist and pull her close. Turning to the still-shocked audience, you raise your fist high in the air as they slowly begin to understand what you desire from them—one by one, each of them rising from their seats, beginning to clap and roar your name.
As you turn your attention back to Mai, you dart in and seal your lips against hers.
Though unlike before, when it felt like you were seconds away from fucking her then and there, this kiss is pure—almost innocent in a way. Nothing but your most genuine emotions and appreciation conveyed as you are both surrounded by the adulation of your subjects. And in that moment, you know—right then and there—you've never been happier.
Duel Won!
(500 DP from beating Layla and Angel!)
Layla & Angels Traits Revealed:
Sadomasochistic Pleasure~: When you take or deal 1000 points of damage during your next DP instead of your normal draw declare 5 cards, assign each of those a number and roll 1d5 and add the assigned card to your hand instead of conducting your normal DP.
Shot through the heart~: Once per duel after losing half your Life Points instead of conducting your normal DP you may expose yourself in order to add Mystical Arrow or any "Angel" monster from your deck to hand.
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Unfortunately, soon enough, your fun is quite rudely interrupted as you hear the cage door open behind you. As the crowd's cheers descend into confused murmuring.
Detaching yourself reluctantly from Mai, you look over your shoulder and notice eleven other participants from the tournament stepping into the cage—Bear Boy, Lancelot, and Fuckin' Larry included. Though, for some reason, you don't see Vendetta.
…What is this now? Some sort of post-tournament final bow? It seemed far too respectable for a place like this. And judging by the panicked look on the announcer's face, he wasn't expecting this either.
"W-well, what do we have here, folks?! It seems something unexpected is happening!" he states, recovering quickly, even as he eyes a nearby assistant, practically screaming to know what's going on.
Before anyone else can say anything, the bear boy steps forward, in front of his little posse, chest puffed out and obviously trying to be intimidating.
"I'll tell ya what's happening! What's happening is we're about to run that little faggot's pockets and sell his cards to the highest bidder! And if he doesn't cooperate, we're gonna fucking break his legs first!" Bear Boy growls, glaring directly at you as the room goes completely silent.
…Well, this is certainly quite the development.
Before anyone else can speak, Tray quickly barges his way out of the backrooms and into the cage.
"THE FUCK! Are you idiots doin'?! You think my ass is just gonna sit here and allow you to do this in one of MY tournaments without runnin' it by me first?! 'Cause you assholes got another thing comin'!" Tray roars, snapping his fingers as six big dudes—roughly Bear Boy's size storm in behind him. The group in front of you tenses up, obviously expecting some action.
Hmm, they might be able to take them—besides the bear, no one else in this little group is what you'd call particularly physically threatening. But that'd be quite the anti-climactic end to this little attempted ambush, and there's always the chance that sheer numbers could allow them to beat off security or that someone tries something in the struggle.
.....But ultimately? Letting Tray try to handle this would rob you of the fun of dealing with the scum yourself~
Holding a hand up to Tray to stop him before he could order his guys into the cage, you speak up.
"Hold up now, there's no need to get violent here, is there? I'm sure we can all come to an agreement like perfectly sane and rational people." You say, but the smirk stretching across your face tells a different story.
Everyone's attention turns to you at that, confusion plastered across Tray's face, as the bear just snarls.
"Oh? And da fuck do you think you can do here, bitch? If you think I'm lettin' you go with some beggin', then ya better think again." He spat out, and you could practically feel his eyes narrow behind his mask.
You just smirk at that as you shove your hands in your pockets. "Simple, really. We're at a dueling tournament, aren't we? Then let's settle this the old-fashioned way—eleven of you against me at once. If you win, I hand over my deck willingly, and Tray lets you all walk out uncontested. Hell, I'll even throw in a free punch to my face to sweeten the deal. But if I win, then you all stand down and get thrown outside on your asses. Sound good to you?"
The entire room's eyes widen at your words, and you even hear Mai gasp behind you in disbelief at the sheer audacity of you thinking you could beat eleven duelists at once.
…They were right in their disbelief, really—they just had it backwards. They'd need to add at least a dozen more people to the bear's group if they wanted to give you a real challenge. And even then, that estimate was you being humble.
Seeming to recover from his shock, the bear throws his head back and lets out a bark of laughter. "HA! I knew you were fuckin' arrogant, but I didn't think you were straight-up delusional! Why the hell not! I'll enjoy kickin' you into the dirt as I take your cards!" The bear roared, his group nodding in agreement—though some slightly reluctantly.
You just smirk at his words and turn to Tray on the sidelines. "All of us are game. Do we have the go-ahead? It would certainly be an exciting end to this little tournament, wouldn't it?" you ask Tray, who bites his lip and seems to consider it.
"...Fucking fine! But don't come cryin' to me when you lose, you hear?! And you lot—win or lose, I better not see any of your asses at one of my tournaments ever again!" Tray spat out, before throwing his arm out. "We'll take a five-minute recess so we can move the two unconscious bitches, and then you can start. So, let's get a move on, people!" Two assistants ran in and grabbed Layla's and Angel's unconscious bodies, moving them out of the arena. But as they did, Mai grabs your shoulder, turning you to face her with a glare in her eyes.
"...You absolute fucking idiot!" she hissed, squeezing your shoulder, long nails digging into your skin even through your outfit. "I know you're a cocky fuck, but I didn't think it was this bad! Do you realize this is a Battle Royale duel?! And since you're technically the challenger, that means they get to pick the turn order—you won't even be able to attack!"
She had a point. In a Battle Royale, no one is allowed to attack until all players have had a turn. So, they'd undoubtedly choose to have you go last, giving everyone a chance to set up. Even if you could attack on your first turn, you'd need to defeat eleven players, each with their own 4000 Life Points. For any normal duelist, that scenario would be hopeless.
…Luckily, you're far from a normal duelist.
You just smile at Mai and shrug, as if this truly was of no concern.
"That's fine. If I lose to a few nobodies just because they have the numbers advantage, then I don't deserve my cards or my King of Games title anyway." Mai's jaw visibly drops at your words—she looks like she can't even comprehend your sheer lack of concern here.
You cup her chin before she can recompose herself, laying your forehead against hers.
"I'm gonna be fine. I swear, if I thought losing was even a possibility, I wouldn't have spoken up. I promise you," you say reassuringly, running your thumb across Mai's bottom lip.
She bites her lip for a moment, eyes crinkling in concern as she looks up at you.
"...I know you think that that's not the issue. The issue is—what if you're wrong? How many times can you toss yourself into the fire before you get burned?" she asks, concern thick in her voice.
You tilt your head, considering her words. "...Well, then hopefully, an incredibly beautiful blonde woman is there to slap me and tell me how big an idiot I am before pulling me up as we go put out whatever fire I've managed to start. But until then, all I ask is that you trust me and the fact that I CAN do this." You pause for a moment and then speak up. "…Tell ya what, after I win this thing, I'm gonna devote the rest of this day to you. We do whatever you want, go wherever you want—no limits—including how much I spend. How's that sound?"
Mai freezes at that and narrows her eyes at you.
"...No limits?" she says seriously.
"Yup~ no limits," you reply with a smirk, knowing you have her.
Mai sighed, her body relaxing. "...Bribery will get you everywhere, handsome," she huffed. "Just make sure not to lose this, or I swear, by the end of today, you'll be on the streets with not even a penny to your name. Got that?"
You chuckled and threw a quick salute. "Aye, aye, ma'am. Now, just sit your pretty ass tight. This won't take long." You lean in for one last kiss before turning to face the menagerie of glaring opponents.
Well, it's time to put on a show~
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You look at your opponents with a smirk as you bring up your Duel Disk.
"Let's get this show on the road. Since I'm the challenger here, it's only fair if you get to decide the turn order. So, what'll it be?" you say, with no trace of nervousness in your voice at all.
Bear seems to take offense at your casualness, growling even as he tears a card from the top of his deck.
"All of us, and then you, bitch! We'll see if you're still smirking after this!" he snarled before looking at his hand.
"Ha! It's really not your day! You got lucky last time, but I'll show the true power of my deck, cunt!" he announced as he began his turn.
"I activate my Frightfur Patchwork! Allowing me to add one Edge Imp monster and Polymerization straight to my hand!" he roared, searching the cards in question.
A Poly searcher that also allows a pretty generic monster search? You might need to look into that further once this is over.
"Next, I'll activate my Polymerization! Fusing together my newly added Edge Imp Sabres along with my Fluffal Bear to summon my Frightfur Bear!" he bellowed, as the bear you saw during your first duel, along with a collection of scissors with malicious red eyes, fell into the fusion vortex—merging into a pink, stitched-up bear impaled on a pair of scissors, which roars into existence.
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Were you meant to be impressed?
"How do you like that, you fuck?! And soon enough, you'll see what my bear can do!" he howled. "But for now, I'll set one card face-down and end my turn!"
From there, you can't help but admit you were just slightly impressed contrary to your previous words as your other opponents make their moves—each one somehow managing to get their boss monsters out on the first turn.
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Finally, the turn passes to Lancelot, who still seems somewhat reluctant about the whole thing.
"...Sorry about this. I know it doesn't mean much, but with how much your deck is worth and everything, I couldn't pass up the opportunity to try and get my piece of the pie," he says with an apologetic shrug.
"But man, the big man upstairs must REALLY hate you. And let me show you why!" he continues. "First, I summon my Silent Swordsman LV3 and immediately activate two Level Ups! Evolving him all the way to his final form—Silent Swordsman LV7!" Lancelot says as he throws his hand out, and his monster quickly evolves right before your eyes.
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"Then I'll set two cards face-down and end my turn!" he says with an awkward, cute grin.
…Still a dude.
Larry starts next, dispassionate as always, finally getting his turn.
"...You would have been wise to allow the bouncers to step forward. Unfortunately for you, it's too late now. I immediately activate my Fiend Sanctuary, then tribute it for my Jinzo and equip him with my Amplifier spell. This means Jinzo's effect now only affects you—and not me or my teammates. Then I activate my Unbreakable Sorcery Continuous Spell. I set one card face-down and end my turn," Larry says as he finishes.
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You hear the crowd murmuring, wondering what kind of resistance you can put up against this. Even Mai bites her lip nervously, to the point you're afraid she might draw blood.
Well, there's only one thing to do then, isn't there?
Win.
You draw and smirk as you get just the monster you needed.
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Still, you need just a bit more to finish this, but it's best to cut off any potential counters they may have, and you know just the card to do it.
"To start off, I'll immediately activate my Change of Heart! Targeting Larry's Jinzo!" you declare as you slap your card down, but Larry looks as unbothered as ever.
"Not quite. I activate my set Imperial Order," he says, as the card in question reveals itself.
Heh, read like a book.
"Not so fast! I activate my Mystical Space Typhoon, targeting your Imperial Order!" you announce, as your MST destroys his Imperial Order before it can activate. The first visible sign of emotion crosses Larry's face as his Jinzo is taken over to your board.
"Shame for you guys, but any counters you had in mind are now gone! And the path to my victory has opened!" you state confidently, as the audience audibly gasps at your words.
"Stop fuckin' bluffin'! You can't attack this turn, numb nuts! There's no way you can OTK us with that stupid fuckin' dragon of yours!" Bear calls out in rage, his lackeys nodding along, spirits bolstered by his confidence.
"...While I may not have put it quite so crudely, he is correct. The odds of you being able to win this duel are close to zero. I would recommend forfeiting here to save yourself the embarrassment," Larry says, with just a hint of vindication in his tone.
"Heh, guess I'll just have to show you!" you call out as you continue.
First up, it's time to increase your odds of drawing the right card with Pot of Greed.
"To start, I'll activate my Pre-Preparation of Rites! You all should know what it does by now, but instead of getting my Advanced Ritual Art, I'll add my classic Rites of the Underworld!" you say, as the crowd wonders why you'd choose that over Advanced.
They'll see soon enough, but first…
"Next, I'll activate my Pot of Greed!" you say, preparing to draw two cards.
You need a DARK monster that is Level 4 or higher here; otherwise, you're done for.
Your heart nearly stops when you draw—just a copy of Giant Germ—but you take a deep breath and focus your entire being on your deck, drawing the card that'll decide the match.
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.... Of course, it's her.
You faintly hear Ruby giggle in your ear at that thought, but you press on, excitement building as the end approaches.
"Now I'll activate my Rites of the Underworld! Tributing my Level 4 Silent Magician, Level 2 Giant Germ, and Level 2 Young Petty Magician—in order to call forth my Hades! Lord of the Underworld!" you roar as Hades appears.
"But that's not all! Now, by banishing my LIGHT Silent Magician and my DARK Young Petty Magician—" The Chaos Sorcerer duelist's eyes widen, obviously realizing what's about to happen first. "—I can summon my Chaos Emperor Dragon! Envoy of the End!" you call out with glee as your dragon makes its grand debut.
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Oh, what a debut it will be!
Your opponents step back, the sheer presence of your Chaos Emperor Dragon undeniable. But the bear, in his unending foolishness, steps forward, trying to regain his composure.
"S-so what?! I don't care what your stupid monster does! It still can't attack this turn, ass-wipe!" he calls out, slamming a fist into his chest to invigorate himself.
"B-but, John! That's—" the Chaos Sorcerer duelist tries to cry out, eyes wide with panic, clearly aware of what Chaos Emperor Dragon could do.
You cut him off before he can spoil the surprise.
"You're right about that, dog! But a card's value isn't just in its attack, now, is it?! My Chaos Emperor Dragon has an effect! By paying 1000 Life Points, I force all of us to send every card in our hands and on our fields to the Graveyard! And for each card sent, my opponents—in this case, all of you—take 300 damage!" you shout, as shock and horror register on their faces, understanding dawning about what's about to happen. They rapidly glance at the dozens of cards currently in play and in their hands.
Each one immediately shoots their hands to their collars, panic and desperation fueling their actions.
"F-fuck! We surrender, okay?!"
"Yeah! We didn't mean it! Just don't do it!"
"Shit! Shit! Shit!"
You revel in their pleas. For a moment, you seriously consider accepting their surrender.
…
But that just wouldn't be a good show for the audience, would it~?
You turn to the crowd, spreading your arms wide.
"Well?! What say you all?! Should I listen to such sweet pleas for mercy, or should I execute them for stepping to the King?!"
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Did you truly expect anything else from a crowd that frequents the Underground scene?
"DO IT!"
"DO IT!"
"DO IT!"
"DO IT!"
"DO IT!"
The crowd chanted, bashing their fists on their tables as their lust for blood grew with each chant.
You turn back to your victim, a grin spreading across your face.
"You have heard my subjects! They demand blood for the grave crime of thinking you could challenge the King! So, I hereby sentence each and every one of you—" you raise your arm, thumb held sideways like a true Roman Emperor, then slowly turn your hand, thumb facing down, directly to hell.
"—To death." you say, as your victims collapse to their knees, thick tears dripping from their faces as they hear their sentence.
Well, all except one.
The bear snarls, hunched over, glaring at you with thick slobber dripping from the bottom of his mask.
"F-FUCK YOU! I-I AIN'T LETTIN' YOU KILL ME!" he roars, charging across the arena toward you.
You just continue to smirk, your thumb still held out. Just before he reaches you, you speak two words.
"…Chaos Execution."
At your words, your Chaos Emperor Dragon erupts into dark light, blinding everyone in the arena except for you. You watch as each card is sent to the Graveyard, and the collars finally activate.
All of your victims collapse and begin to howl, the intensity of the collars so high—over 20,000 points of damage—that it's clearly visible. Slowly, the smell of burning flesh fills your nose.
…It should smell disgusting, and logically, you know it does. Under any other circumstance, it would probably make you retch. But right now?
Right now, it only smells of victory.
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As the screams finally die down, each of your victims passes out—or worse. You step forward, making sure to step on their bodies as you make your way to the gate on the other side of the arena.
As you exit, you pass Tray, who is still staring at the arena, jaw hanging open in stunned silence. You give him a friendly tap on the shoulder as you do.
"I think I'll be taking mine and Mai's Duel Disk—oh, the costumes and the shock collars too. I might come back later for some of the other outfits if I feel like it. But in return, I'll let you keep the prize money. It was a pleasure working with you," you say, then turn to face Mai. Your eyes cross over the stunned audience, who can only stare at you, practically panting with excitement but you ignore them.
"You coming, babe? Promised you a date, did I not? Would hate to take any longer on this little side quest," you add as she approaches, staring at you for a few moments before sighing and allowing you to throw your arm around her shoulders. As an assistant quickly runs out with both your clothes in hand.
"…We head back to your place, change back. But after that? You're spending the rest of the day spoiling me rotten. You got that, bucko?" she says with a roll of her eyes as the two of you walk out, calling up your driver.
"Heh, wouldn't have it any other way,"