74. BJ Royale: The queen joins the matches

"The winner of this match is…

Both of them—"

WHAAAAAATTT!!!!!!!

The crowd erupted in disbelief as the queen announced the results.

Now, speaking of the queen—she wasn't the type you'd expect to take an interest in such tournaments. She looked young, almost innocent, her golden eyes shimmering with feigned curiosity. But beyond that delicate beauty—her sculpted high cheekbones, plush lips naturally stained with a soft pink hue—she carried herself with a lazy indifference, as if even walking was too much of a chore.

Without sparing the arena another glance, she turned, heading back to the VIP section. Her blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders like waves of liquid sunlight. Perched atop her head were feline ears, their soft fur kissed with a faint touch of white at the tips.

I smirked as I watched her go.

She needed a rod of judgment inside her, that's for sure.

And I sure as hell was planning on giving it to her.