"Hahaha! How was that, Dumba?" Dona laughed triumphantly.
"A-amazing. You defeated them in fifteen seconds. How did you do that?" Dumba stared, frozen in his seat, unable to speak. He never knew Dona possessed such martial skill.
Adrin said nothing. He sat calmly, watching Dona.
"That's because you've always underestimated me. I've loved you for a long time and waited for the day I'd be pregnant with your seed. But until now you've only seen me as the head of the security forces. If only you knew, Dumba — I'm a woman too!"
Dumba sank back into his seat. He glanced at Adrin as if asking what to do next. Adrin didn't seem invested in this drama; he only wanted to observe how far Dona would go. The woman was clearly willing to do anything to get what she wanted. But not gonna lie, somehow a young girl in the front row had been catching Adrin's attention all along.
From the frontmost spectator bench, a girl who looked eighteen, every bit as beautiful and sexy as the others, kept sending a distracting signal into Adrin's super-powered mind. He tried to focus on the match, but the girl's presence split his attention.
"It's been decided," the host reclaimed the stage, "Dona is the sole winner of this Breeding Festival. Let's cheer for her!"
People were still stunned. One by one they began to clap, then everyone joined. Confetti and victory horns sounded. A few fireworks popped, decorating the bright daytime sky.
"Now, Dumba," Dona said, pointing to the leader in his seat, "you're mine. I'm going to make you pay for ignoring my feelings all this time. You must satisfy me until your sperm runs dry!"
Dumba swallowed hard in his chair. His face went pale and he could barely move. He looked at Adrin with pleading eyes. But once again, the pale, disguised old eyes of his, were fixed on the girl in the crowd.
"Come here, Dumba. I promise I'll be gentle," Dona teased, curling a finger to beckon him down into the arena.
Dumba finally gave in and sighed, "Alright, Dona. Since you've won fairly and defeated all your enemies, I hereby grant you my seed."
He stripped off his clothes and stood naked at once. Adrin was surprised, he hadn't expected Dumba to be naked right in front of him. His reverie shattered at the sight of the man's round buttocks.
"What are you going to do?" Adrin asked.
"Oh, you forgot? I said I'll fuck the winner of this championship, right? I'll do it now."
"Now? Wow, I didn't expect that."
Dumba walked down from his throne toward Dona, speaking to Adrin as he approached: "It's tradition. Usually the match ends after I impregnate the winner in public. Without that, the contest is not complete."
Unnoticed, Dona had also become naked. Her big melons escaped from the sweaty confines of her bra. When Dumba stood before her, she rubbed her hands together and looked at him with lust.
"Prepare yourself, Dumba. We will keep fucking and won't stop until I'm satisfied."
Dumba swallowed again. His legs trembled; he feared he would be drained dry after Dona was finished with him.
Adrin, however, sensed something wrong. He rose from his seat and shouted to grab everyone's attention. "I have a question!"
Silence.
The two naked people in the arena stopped and turned to the old man's shout.
"What do you want, old man?" Dona snarled, annoyed.
"Until the two of you have fucking, the contest isn't over, right? Does that mean, if someone, somehow, would be able to defeat Dona now, her victory can be taken away?"
Dumba answered, "Of course it can. As long as there is a fighter who can defeat her within the next three days, the title may go to whoever wins, as long as I haven't fuck with Dona."
"Heh, assuming anyone still dares challenge me," Dona boasted. Now naked, Adrin noticed a belt-like strap she wore with a small box like a pouch attached. "Ask everyone here, no one will dare. They're all afraid of my Broja power."
"That's true," Adrin humored her, "your power is extraordinary. But what if I said you can still be beaten by one person."
"Who would that be? You? Old man, do you want to challenge me?"
"Me? Of course not. Can't you see I'm old and wrinkled?"
"Then stop talking and ruining our festival. You're just an outsider!"
"True, I couldn't fight you. But let me tell you this: you will be defeated by a girl younger than you in less than ten seconds!"
"Hahaha, not only is your appearance ridiculous, your brain is too. A guest mustn't spread superstitions here."
"Hahaha," Adrin imitated Dona's arrogant laugh. She snapped at him, offended by the mimicry.
Adrin pointed to the girl who had been bothering his mind since earlier and said, "That little girl will beat you, Dona."
"Shima?" Dumba said, looking toward the girl.
All eyes turned to the girl that named Shima. She flushed with embarrassment and bowed her head, wishing no one would look at her.
Dona laughed again. "HAHAHA! Seriously? She hasn't even held a weapon in her life. A housegirl who only works in the kitchen. How dare she challenge me!"
Adrin, in his old body, got down from the seat and shuffled toward Shima.
"You overestimate yourself, Dona. With a little help from me, I assure you this girl can easily beat you."
"Pfft, fine if that's what you want. Come at me, I'll crush her."
Dumba interrupted, "No! I disagree. You don't need to be involved with this Shima. Sunda, I respect you as our guest, but I won't let you interfere beyond this. There's no way she can beat Dona."
"How can you be so sure?" Sunda challenged back.
"I know Shima, she's my childhood friend. Please, I don't want to get her hurt."
Adrin smiled, a mysterious smile that nobody could read. He then faced Shima. "What about you, young one? I feel a strong desire within you. But it seems you keep missing chances because you lack of faith. What if I told you this is your chance? It would be a shame to let it pass."
"I…" Shima stammered nervously.
"Shima, don't listen to him! If you challenge Dona, your life could be at risk."
Shima lowered her face, torn. Cold sweat dotted her cheeks and she looked like she might cry. Her hands gripped the fence in front of her. Adrin suddenly took her hand. Warm energy flowed from his grip and calmed her.
Shima looked up and beheld the old man's eyes, astonishingly beautiful, bright blue like a tiger's eyes in the dark. She could not look away. All her fear turned to wonder.
"Trust me, Shima," Adrin said, his voice striking her subconscious like a command. "Together, we can defeat Dona."
As if hearing a god's word, Shima's fear flipped into courage. She steadied herself and shouted, "I will challenge Dona!"
Dumba was incredulous. Angry, he quickly put his clothes back on and ran toward the girl.
"Are you crazy, Shima? Stop this nonsense, don't be reckless."
"Dumba, I've loved you for a long time but never told you because you only accept strong women. Now, I'll show you that I'm strong as well."
Dumba started to argue more to change her mind, but Dona shouted from behind, "It's decided then! Come here, I'll make sure this is the last time you and Dumba meet."
The host suddenly touched Dona's shoulder shyly. "Uhm, sorry to interrupt, but the match time is over for now and will continue tomorrow."
"What? Why?"
"Don't you see the sun is about to set? Tonight we'll move to eating and drinking. Fights are only from one to four in the afternoon."
"Puih!" Dona spat aside and dressed angrily. "You're lucky, Shima. I hope luck still favors you tomorrow."
Dona left, followed by the attendees who went to the tables for food and drink.
Dumba was the only one left in the arena. In a voice full of emotion, he said to Adrin, "Listen, Sunda. If Shima gets hurt, I will never forgive you."