Harem Tournament of Champions

Slightly R-18]

*****

Gasp!

Melody tried to breathe as she felt his hands wrap around her neck, choking her.

'Why?' She thought, hoping to get to the bottom of what's going on.

"My Mership?" She coughed out, trying her best to stay calm amidst the sudden change.

Mich had a crazed look on his face as he tightened his grip even further, "I don't have a single clue as to why you were searching for me, but there's one thing I am certain of..."

"You were sent by someone or a group of people." He accused.

Melody shook her head, let out a distressed cry and thrashing about to break free.

Her eyes glowed, but Mich having an idea of what to expect closed his eyes and laughed maniacally.

"You also have a similar ability like that blue haired girl in the tournament." He spat.

Unable to comprehend what was said nor knowing of such events, Melody shook her head profusely.

Thinking of being let off immediately after confessing in a way that sound real, was the only way that she could think of.

But in a situation as hers, there was no need to act, since she had never witnessed any had a vague memory of what the contest was about.

"I have no clue of what you mean, my Merchief. I had been out of Mertac for several years, it's only natural that I'm clueless." She cried out to be considered.

Watching from Melody's eyes, Hisha could see her eyes blur with tears.

Getting to his feet, Hisha pushed back his hair, disturbed by what he was witnessing–knowing he couldn't get there to help without blowing his cover.

Pacing about his room while staring at the screen, he bit down on his nails as a nervous reaction to the situation.

He had watched several women die in front of him due to Alta's outburst a d the tournament, but never from the perspective of the being in danger as Melody portrayed.

[Be calm, she was created to serve a purpose, it's only natural she would do a good job]

Hisha glared at the interactive user interface, 'how could you ask that of me?!'

Pointing at the other interface that depicted the diminishing visuals from Melody. 'Does that look like it's under control to you?!'

[Be patient and you shall get what you seek]

HTC calmly responded, knowing its host still had a lot to learn before he hardens his heart to situations just like Melody's.

All that was needed was faith in the possibility his will is much stronger than reality itself if only he would believe himself.

Keeping this from its host was the only way it could prevent a calamity that would have been made by the previous host once he had learnt about that information before he was ready.

Hisha let out a strained laugh, disturbed that his system wanted him to turn a blind eye to what was playing right before him.

'If I can't do anything, what's the probability she could get out of that alive?'

[She could only last for less than 39 hours]

HTC deadpanned, reminding him of his priorities and the fact that Melody was nothing but a puppet.

Getting the logic given immediately, Hisha snapped out of his unstable mental state, exhaling. "Just because she's a puppet doesn't mean she isn't considered a living being to me."

[That I do understand, host. Watch and gauge your situation]

Nodding his head, he watched with a grim heart at Melody's eyes closing and giving little visibility to Mich's face.

With his wicked grin the only thing visible at the moment, he had expected her life force to be shut down.

[Hang in there!]

Melody had a stray tear trail down her cheek at his words, sniffling and biting down on her bottom lip to stifle an inaudible cry.

Mich had nearly gotten his way, when he suddenly let her go and cackled at how smittened he had become about her.

Cough!

Cough!

"I would ask you only once, who are you working with?" He gave a menacing glare and climbed over her, pinning her hands to the bed.

"I don't understand what you mean, I had fled after my group were killed and the rest scattered and should be long gone by now." She lied, hoping he would buy it if she cries and puts up a great performance.

[You had scaled through, I'm glad that you are still okay]

All Hisha could think about was the fact that he still had enough time to plan everything.

As long as Melody doesn't spill anything, there was a better chance of getting out of the mess.

[38:59:03]

Hisha nodded his head and transmitter what she could use if her excuse fell on deaf ears.

Mich studied Melody for a long while, rubbing his chin, he pulled at her top, ripping the material and exposing her bare breasts.

The action caused a gasp to be let out by Melody, shocked by his aggression.

Squirming in his grip to no avail, she knew it was pointless to break free from his grip on her hands forced above her head.

"There are much bigger than I had realised." Mich blatantly commented, pleased with the site.

Leaning downwards, he whispered into her ear. "What was that you said about what would be done to you if I don't get positive results?"

Melody's breathing was raged and she looked down at the feel of his erection. Although he was as repulsive as he could get for her, she knew that would only strengthen her zeal to go on with this.

Compared to her lord, he was no where close to his size when felt no his tactics.

'You're doing this for Lord Hisha.' Sh repeated in her thoughts and forced a convincing moan.

This little muffled sound only boosted his ego and loosened his guard, letting go of her hands so he could grab her breasts.

Fondling on one, he spread open her legs so he could nestle in and jerk at every chance he got without necessarily going in just yet.

[Remember what's at hand, once you're done do send your distress call so I could continue with the transmission]

Melody used the opportunity to being jerked forward and getting back to her original position and nodding her head.

Mich kissed down her neck before biting down on her collar bone, gaining him a real moan from Melody.

Unable to watch further, Hisha closed the user interface window, but let the audio play in the background for his hearing.

[Hey! We were just getting to the best part!]

HTC snapped with a spam of warning signs in protest to Hisha's action.

'I refuse to watch that play out, knowing what task had been given to her.' Hisha shook his head and went close to the bathroom door.

Slipping off his robe, walking towards the door and pulling it open. Watching the bubbling pool with bubbles burst into steam.

"This should calm my thoughts." He muttered to himself, getting in with a satisfying sigh.

Groaning to the new development, he felt his cock twitch from arousal.

'How is this possible? It isn't a cold shower.'

[How do you think letting the audio play in the background, play out for you?]

Hisha narrowed his eyes and refused to acknowledge that was why he had spotted a rock hard erection amidst the temperature.

~Ha

~Hmmm

~Fuck you're tight!

The huffs, grunts and little remarks made almost drove him to a lust crazed zone.

He had his eyes wide opened, refusing to acknowledge his strange development to the events playing in the background.

Gently wrapping his finger around his cock, he gave a stroke at it and could see the water splash around in front of him.

Closing his eyes, he exhaled and bit down to stifle a groan that had wanted to escape.

[Don't mind me, you do you]

Hisha groaned as his hands had a mind of its own and stroked once more until the water splashed continuously at his recurrent strokes.

[Fetish: Masturbation]

****

Huff!

Huff!

Hisha chest heaved as he let go of his limp sheath, grabbing a sponge that had been hung on the wall.

[That was some self pleasure you did there...]

HTC teased, pleased his festish experience was increasing.

[Fetish: 4/20]

[It would interest you to know that is your current status for your fetish experience]

Rolling his eyes at the information, he continued to wash himself up while he still had the chance to before he would get her distress call.

"Thank you HTC." He mumbled with a low whisper.

HTC responded with a grinning emoji, uplifted and satisfied with that little display of appreciation.

[38:03:45]

'What's taking so long?' Hisha wondered as he stared at the timer.

*****

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