I stood in the dimly lit preparation area, I pulled my white shorts up, the fabric sliding smoothly over my thighs as I adjusted them into place. With a quick tug, I zipped the zipper and fastened the button.

    Beside Seraphine lied on the seat naked as she watched me getting ready.

    She was huffing and catching her breathe. Just a few minutes ago we were colliding our bodies against each other until we cum. Her juices were on the leather as she started cleaning her body with a cloth.

    Reaching for my crop top, I slipped it on, the snug material settling perfectly over my chest.

    Grabbing my jacket, I shrugged it on, the sleeves fitting loosely and open shoulders giving the lazy look as I want it. With a quick flick of my fingers, I swayed my hair out from beneath the collar, letting it fall freely over my shoulders. I turned to the mirror, my reflection staring back at me, composed and ready once again.

    The faint murmurs of the crowd outside began to swell into loud cheers, excitement vibrating through the walls. The announcer''s voice boomed in the arena, hyping up the next match.

    My reflection stared back, calm and composed, with a bubblegum lazily popped in my mouth.

    After wearing her minimal clothes, Seraphine stood by the door, leaning against the frame with her arms crossed, a playful grin tugging at her lips.

    "All the best, Cutiepie," she said, her voice tinged with warmth.

    "Thank You." I replied, looking at her from the mirror.

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    The arena roared as I stepped out of the passageway, my boots clicking against the stone floor. The moment I appeared, the crowd erupted into cheers, chanting my name in unison.

    The announcer''s voice followed soon after, dramatically stretching out my name:

    "Ladies and gentlemen! Feast your eyes on the mysterious hot girl who has captivated the hearts of everyone here—Cutiepie!!"

    With no expression on my face and my bubblegum still in my mouth, I walked toward the stage. My sword hung loosely at my waist.

    On the other side, the announcer''s voice took an even more excited tone:@@@@

    The announcer''s voice boomed through the speakers, laced with disbelief. "Cutiepie just threw her sword away! Is this overconfidence, or... something else?"

    The crowd murmured, their whispers turning into doubt.

    "Blazer''s strong," someone muttered loud enough for me to catch. "She can''t win against him like that."

    The glances thrown my way were tinged with pity, amusement, and a little disdain. But that only fueled me further. I rolled my shoulders and stepped forward, unarmed and unapologetic. Let them underestimate me, I thought, my smirk widening. It''ll be even sweeter when I prove them wrong.

    Blazer raised an eyebrow but didn''t respond. His eyes never leaving mine.

    "Ok so-"

    Before I could say anything...the moment the fight officially started.. he vanished.

    I blinked. My eyes darted around, trying to find him. Where did he—

    GUSH!!

    A sharp sound exploded in the arena. Blood splattered on the ground as I found myself lifted off the stage. My vision..I saw an arm wrapped in with white clothes, filled with blood in front of me.

    Didn''t take a second more to realize that it had pierced clean through my chest, his hand sticking out the other side.

    "Not interesting enough..." he said calmly, his voice devoid of emotion.

    The crowd went silent. Not a single cheer, not a single murmur. Just stunned silence. It was as if the entire arena had collectively forgotten how to breathe.

    The Queen, seated high above the arena, blinked in surprise, her normally composed expression faltering for a split second. The announcer stammered, unable to form words as the scene unfolded before him.

    In the stands, Seraphine''s face twisted into horror. Her eyes were wide, disbelief written all over her features. Her hands flew to her mouth as she let out a piercing scream that echoed through the silence.

    "CUTIEPIEEEEE!!!!!!!!"