The terrifying Chupa-cu of Goianinha

If you're Brazilian and you're not laughing at the title, I honestly don't know what else the author needs to do to make you laugh.

If you are not Brazilian and want to understand the joke, search on Google, I won't explain the jokes here.

I've given up trying to understand, but for some reason, we were about to take part in a martial arts tournament.

The event was supposed to be quite simple. First, we'd fight off waves of monsters from the Abyss as a group. Then, if we survived the waves, we would face the four generals one-on-one.

At first, nothing too relevant happened — nothing worth telling here. The abyssal monsters were strong, but with the Queen's equipment and our dungeon experience, we didn't have much trouble.

Everything was going smoothly... until the first real threat appeared.

"What the fuck are we looking at, my friends?" the Narrator commented, surprised by the creature that entered the arena.

Yes narrator, I understand exactly what you mean. Holy shit, that's an ugly demon.

"According to the Abyss bestiary, kindly lent to us by our demon friends, that thing is the "Chupa-cu of Goianinha". I won't describe what's written in the bestiary because I don't want to give the audience nightmares" my assistant said, doing his job as commentator.

That thing was the heinous creature I had ever seen. It was bipedal, hunched over like it was always crouching.

Its hands nearly dragged on the ground. Its claws were so large it could pierce my skull with just one finger.

It had no eyes. It moved using only its hearing and smell. Its face was elongated, its mouth round, like it was halfway into turning into a sandworm.

Its sharp teeth formed a hellish crown that stuck out from its mouth. Its long tongue seemed to stretch infinitely and had a life of its own.

Acidic goo dripped from its mouth and from several protrusions along its body.

It looked like it had been skinned alive — its flesh was covered in wounds, bleeding as it walked.

We assumed our classic formation. Ted took the front line, I was right behind and to his right. In the back, Mary and Sylph stood ready to support and attack from a distance.

The monster didn't give us much time. As soon as it entered the arena, it charged.

Ted blocked its path with his shield, but the monster's tongue — was not only alive but extremely fast — stretched almost infinitely.

Even though Ted held the front, the tongue came from behind, aiming at a very unpleasant spot on me… if not for Mary's divine intervention.

"Assistant, your boss almost lost his virginity in front of the whole crowd, huh?" the Narrator remarked.

Let this be over and we'll see, Narrator.

"Narrator, I'm pretty sure he has no virginity left to lose" my assistant replied.

Go to HR, you're fired, you son of a...

"And look at that, Assistant, Mary seems to have used her new weapon for the first time in this tournament to save the Prince's dignity" the Narrator continued.

Mary's whip had stopped the monster's tongue inches away from invading... a very sensitive part of my body.

"Exactly, Narrator. The whip is called "Lilith's Punishment" and was crafted by the Queen herself" my assistant added.

"And what an interesting way to wield a weapon..."

When the Narrator said that, I turned to look at Mary. I hadn't seen the whip in action yet and was curious.

The Queen's mind really is something fascinating. Apparently, the whip's power source was Lust.

To control it, Mary had to feed it with Lust.

When I looked back, Mary was touching herself. The whip had wrapped itself around her body. Just like the monster's tongue, it could stretch infinitely.

The whip's handle was between Mary's breasts, and she was licking it like… well, you get the idea.

Mary had her eyes closed, completely absorbed in her own little world, working her fingers down below — if you know what I mean.

And there was no need for her to do anything else. The whip had gained a life of its own and was keeping the tongue busy.

Just like everyone in the arena, I couldn't take my eyes off the majestic sight of Mary pleasuring herself.

What would happen to the whip if Mary came? That's a scene I'd love to witness.

It took a wind arrow to the head — courtesy of the elf — to snap me out of it.

"Pay attention to the fight, you pervert!" she shouted.

When I came to, I saw Ted struggling. Even with its tongue restrained by Mary's whip, the creature was still powerful.

I gathered mana and unleashed the same golden aura I used in the fight against the Orc. That seemed to awaken the "Sword of Yezharael".

I could feel my body being empowered by it. A feeling that something is starting to transform in my body. That feeling of power even caused an erection

That caught the monster's attention. It seemed to sense urgency.

But it wasn't just the monster that noticed.

"Look at that, folks! The Prince is shining like a shooting star on a clear summer night!" the Narrator exclaimed, as everyone turned to look at me.

"It's in moments like this that we understand why everyone wants to bang him" my assistant added.

You bastard! Saying stuff like that — what do you think they're going to assume?!

"Well, well, well... did someone just confess a long-suppressed desire live on air?" the narrator said, laughing.

None of that mattered, because I was about to start my battle against the terrifying "Chupa-cu of Goianinha".

Would we keep our physical and psychological integrity intact until the end?

Or would the 'Chupa-cu of Goianinha' fulfill his dark desire to invade places that should never be invaded?

You'll only find out in the next chapter, because the author has already hit the thousand-word mark and is too lazy to keep writing.