First Target (2)

Mikhail arrived at the location, his eyes captivated by the shades of red that dominated the scenery. The arena was majestic, surrounded by large trees with five-meter diameters, their lush canopies forming an impressive canopy over the fighting space. The vibrant and distinct red leaves added a unique beauty to the environment.

The arena floor was made of carefully arranged gray stones, forming a solid pattern leading to the center, where a green spot stood out. The path of white stones that extended from the surroundings to the central green point created a clear demarcation for the battlefield.

In the audience, women were strategically positioned on the branches of the trees, like privileged spectators watching the spectacle of combat from a special angle. Other women occupied wooden seats firmly wedged at the base of the trees, forming an audience in perfect harmony with the arena's natural surroundings.

The atmosphere was charged with energy and tension, preparing to witness epic battles between the fighters who would face off in the heart of the arena. The gentle sound of birds singing in the treetops echoed in the space, creating a serene setting that contrasted with the impending battle.

The Red Leaves Arena exuded an aura of strength and natural beauty, becoming the perfect venue for epic and thrilling confrontations. The connection with nature, combined with the grandeur of the trees and the harmony of the setting, gave a special touch to this unique place of competition and entertainment.

Mist looked at Mikhail, her eyes taking in the entire location, appreciating the beautiful view he had. This made her smile and say, "Aren't they beautiful? There are people here who aren't from our village, so be careful not to reveal too much information to them."

It seemed that Mist already understood very well how Mikhail's mind worked, as he completely ignored the beauty of the location and instead focused on the different types of girls present.

'Oh, that's an elf? So they really exist in this world,' thought Mikhail, looking at a woman from another village sitting on a chair in one of the trees with the healthiest leaves, representing her importance.

'And that one... is a fucking cat ear? A real neko, damn!' At that moment, Mikhail's friend began to wake up, and when he noticed this, his eyes widened, crossing his legs, thinking, 'You son of a bitch, still not calming down.'

"Hahahahah," Mist slapped Mikahil on the back, causing a green wave to run through his body, which soon calmed down, making his friend fall asleep again. "There you go... I never thought I'd use healing magic in this kind of situation. You really get me into all sorts of situations, huh?"

Back to his normal state, Mikahil smiled at Mist. "Thank you, I promise to reward you generously later," Mikahil said, putting an arm around Mist's neck and sliding the other down to her buttocks, giving it a squeeze and quickly eliciting a reaction from her. "Hmm..."

"For now, Mikahil, the ritual is about to begin, so stop fooling around, okay? Let's leave that for later."

'I wanted it now... But I can't irritate the village chief,' Mist thought.

From the top of one of the trees, on a branch, a white-haired elf with red eyes smiled, opening a fan made of plant material with a typical Chinese design, undoubtedly from the ancient world.

Mikahil quickly caressed the flower on Mist's clothes, making her bite her lips in response and sigh. "Okay... But it's going to take a while since I'll be making the most of my time with Praia."

"Hmm... You shouldn't be so arrogant..." Before Mist could continue, Mikahil put his finger in front of her lips, and she unconsciously licked it.

"Han?" Mikahil seemed surprised for what mist did

Mist pulled Mikahil's finger away from her mouth, saying, "I'm horny, okay? So shut up and tell me what you wanted," before returning his finger to her mouth.

The audience seemed unfazed by this scene, and some even seemed excited about such a simple act.

Seeing this, Mikahil began to touch Mist's right breast, but there was no change in the audience's reaction. 'This world surprised me again...,' he smiled mischievously and then shook his head while taking care of Mist's right breast and watching her lick his finger. "Well, Aika already warned me about this, and I also know Praia well enough not to underestimate her."

"It's good to hear that, Mikahil," the voice was familiar, even though now it clearly had an altered tone, and her voice didn't seem as irritating as it used to. Instead, it sounded like a sweet melody; without a doubt, it was Praia.

"You finally arrived, my little flea," Mikahil spoke, moving his head towards the center of the arena where Praia stood, impressed by her new appearance. "Damn, you look so hot."

Mikhail fixed his gaze on Praia, whose vibrant red hair cascaded in waves around her face. Her intense red eyes gleamed with an inner fire, capturing his attention. Praia's tanned skin displayed delicate marks, witnesses of her time under the sun.

Her lips curved into a proud smile as she touched the tip of her sword. Dressed in a perfectly fitted black leather shorts, accentuating her slender and athletic curves, she exuded confidence in her body. Completing her look, she wore a snug top that revealed a generous cleavage, leaving her belly fully exposed. The bold and revealing ensemble further emphasized Praia's provocative personality.

Mist slapped Mikhail on the back, waking him up to reality. "Are you that surprised? I feel offended," she said.

"What? It's just that she's practically a different woman now. Are you sure they didn't replace her?" Mikhail asked.

"Hahaha, now I'm the one offended," Aika said, running her other hand down her neck and then to her crotch. "I did all of this to destroy you in every possible way."

"I'll be an existence you can only adore but never touch, my lovely little doggy," Praia said with a smile as she sheathed her sword, then gestured to Mikhail. "Do you want it? Come and take it then."

"Mist, please step back. I have to deal with this. I'll show you who's the dog here."