''"Do you think you've got what it takes?
The Ultimate Tournament is entering its OPEN ENROLLMENT SEASON! All contestants are welcome, regardless of age, race, species, disposition, social standing, marital status*, financial condition, tribal allegiances or personal beliefs! Looking for fame and glory? Seeking a bountiful career as a mercenary or a paramilitary agent? Or are you simply looking to impress that guy you like~?
Climb the Tournament Ladder and become the ultimate champion! Smash the competition, rise through the ranks and face the final challenge! Challenge the strongest! Claim the best!"
*Married women are not to participate in matches with any other man than their husband.''
"Hrm." The Tournament, huh? The Ultimate Tournament, or U.T. for short, had become one of the most popular sports in the monster society, if not the most popular. Thousands upon thousands of women each year flock there during the open season, hoping to rise to fame, glory and wealth. Or, at least, to snag a cute boy for themselves. Speaking about the boys, your eyes fall on to the bottom line of the ad billboard, which, unlike the bright-golden text above, is written in crimson red, albeit in smaller font:
"~♥Male participants receive a 1,000 credit advance, and a partner of their choice♥~"
Oh, well. You see, a lot of challenges in the Tournament often include boys, one of the reasons for the immense popularity of the sport. They're almost never fighters or soldiers; their role is, well, how to put it... it can be boiled down to being the "prize" or "treasure" to be seized by the real challengers. With the natural female-to-male ratio being several hundred to one in humans, and several thousand to one in monster populace, there aren't that many men, to begin with; and out of those, not very many are keen on playing the role of monster bait. So the monsters, in their effort, have to resort to all sorts of tricks to lure in men. That, or it's just because the whole franchise is owned by a small group of demons and raccoons, who are well-known for their tendency to pamper and spoil men.
You stop for a while to think about it. You're a big fan of the Tournament, been watching their matches since the age of five and playing all their videogames. Usually, you don't actually see yourself as a player, even as bait, but now you think about it. Why the fuck not? With the non-lethal, monster magic-doped weaponry, a combat contest is not the brutal, painful and messy business it used to be at some point in history. And, you can see that your days of living off unemployment benefits are ending. In fact, you're not gonna be surprised if your very first wife-to-be is already on the hunt, seeking to seize you. Maybe even a group of them. In fact, it might happen as soon as tomorrow, if not today. You don't know of any man that stayed an Incubus Fidelis for more than half a year, and it's been almost a whole month since you have matured.
So why the hell not? You're gonna be losing your virginity any day now. And you aren't sure whether the first one to catch you would be one of the more aggressive monsters, such as an amazon or maybe a hell hound, or it would be one of these sneaky business ladies that can wrap you up through a series of endless, interconnected Terms of Service, Product Usage Policies and EULAs... What have you got to lose, anyway?
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