The festival was in full swing, and Allen honestly wasn't sure whether he'd stumbled into a celebration… or a live-action adult movie with a fantasy setting.
Fina tugged at his arm with a grin. "This way! The real fun's just starting."
As they walked, the night air was thick with firelight, sweat, and sounds that made Allen's ears perk like a curious squirrel.
"Ahhn~! Yes~!"
"Don't stop~! Right there, nghhh~!"
"Ooooh~! Gods! R-right in my... mmmh~!"
Allen's eyes darted around like a man in a minefield. Every bush, every tree, every hay bale seemed to have some couple going at it with reckless abandon.
"I feel like I'm in a very weird version of Animal Planet," he muttered.
Fina giggled. "Relax. It's just the Mating Chase! Biggest event of the year. Everyone joins in—or watches!"
"Watches?!" Allen blinked. "What is this, the fantasy world's version of reality TV?!"
Before Fina could answer, a new wave of moaning filled the air.
"Aaaaah~! Y-yes~! H-harder~!"
"More~! Fill me up~!"
"Kyaaah~! I-I'm gonna… again~!"
Allen physically flinched. "Is there... an orchestra of orgasms going on?!"
Fina pointed toward a tree where a couple of beastkin girls were practically draped over a guy, all tangled limbs and bouncing tails. One of the girls—clearly the louder of the two—was moaning like her soul was escaping her body.
"Uuunnggh~! You're s-so biiig~! Nghh—aaahn~!"
Allen looked away quickly. "Okay! That's enough National Geographic for tonight, thank you!"
Fina smirked. "That's Kina. Loudest girl in the village. She once moaned so loud, the forest bears ran away."
"I'm not sure if that's impressive or horrifying."
Suddenly, a loud horn blared.
TOOOOOOT!
A cheer erupted from the crowd. Couples lined up, some practically undressed already. The announcer yelled, "LET THE MATING CHASE BEGIN!"
And just like that, they were off. Some dashed toward the hill. Others?
"Mmmm~! Let's do it here, baby~!"
"I c-can't wait~!"
"AHHH~! Fill me—oh gods~!"
"...They didn't even make it five feet," Allen mumbled, watching a couple collapse into the grass with legs flying.
Fina bumped into him playfully. "It's not about the hill, Allen. It's about passion. Timing. Technique."
He side-eyed her. "You sound like a pervy coach giving a sex ed TED Talk."
Fina beamed. "I take pride in cultural education!"
Then came the wild card.
"YO! ALLEN!"
Allen turned, dread already creeping in his stomach.
There he was—Derek. Same smug grin. Same punchable face. But now? Decked out in loincloth glory and flexing like a peacock in mating season.
"I'm here to claim the prize!" Derek shouted. "And maybe more."
Allen groaned. "Why do all my problems show up shirtless?"
Fina leaned in, tail swishing. "This just got a lot more fun."
Allen stared at "Derek," who stood tall (and disturbingly proud) in a glistening loincloth, his hair flowing like he just walked out of a shampoo commercial.
"I'm here to claim the prize!" Fake Derek shouted again, flexing way too hard for someone who wasn't even wearing a shirt. "And maybe more!"
Allen squinted. "Why is he sparkling? Why is there wind blowing through his hair? There's no wind—THERE'S NO WIND!"
Fina tilted her head. "Allen? Are you okay? Who are you yelling at?"
Allen pointed at Derek. "Right there! That smug bastard—wait... is that… glitter?"
Fina looked around. "There's no one there, dummy."
Allen blinked. Once. Twice.
Derek's abs turned into a weird, swaying totem pole. His face started melting like overcooked cheese fondue.
"Oh no. Ohhh no. I'm tripping balls," Allen whispered as glitter clouds swirled around him.
That's when he noticed it—the soft, glowing purple mist drifting through the air like a seductive ghost. And the laughter. Oh god, the laughter. It sounded like someone deep-throating helium and enjoying it.
"Fina…" Allen grabbed her shoulder. "Is there something in the air?"
She nodded casually. "Oh, that's Lustmist! It's a plant we burn during festivals. Makes people a little… crazy. Or horny. Or both. Depends on your mood."
Allen coughed. "I hallucinated my high school bully in a thong. I think I'm broken."
Then came the moans again, intense and synchronized like they had a choir director.
"Nnnnnghh~! Mmmm~! OHHHH~! YESSS~!"
"M-make it bigger~! AaaaAAAH~!"
"Y-you're stretching me~! G-gods~!"
Allen turned toward the sound, half-expecting to see someone with a flute conducting the orchestra of orgasms.
Fina giggled and pointed. "That's Kina and her twin sisters. Triple mating special!"
Allen blinked. "This village is just... raw chaos in loincloths."
Fina smirked and leaned in, whispering, "Bet none of them have a skill like yours, though…"
Allen couldn't help but grin. "Wanna test that theory?"
She winked. "Thought you'd never ask."
With a deep breath, Allen mentally called upon his blessed tool of seduction. The golden light of the status window (visible only to him) popped up again:
___
[Skill Activated: Penis Enlargement]
User Enhancement Applied: Size +1.5x – "Turn it up, champ!"
___
Fina's eyes widened. She had already been impressed earlier, but this time?
She straight-up drooled.
"Oooohhh~!"
"That's… unfair!" she gasped, tail wagging like she just saw a buffet of cake—and Allen was dessert.
Then came the Kina Sisters, still moaning in the distance like professional performers.
"NnnnaaAAHH~!"
"He's… cumming again~!"
"SO MUCH~!"
Fina pointed at them, snickering. "They've been going at it for twenty minutes. That's the mating record! Think you can break it?"
Allen looked down at his glowing... stats.
He cracked his knuckles. "Let's see if they're ready for the real Main Event."
The festival air was thick with Lustmist, the scent of sizzling meat, and the symphony of moans that echoed across the village like some ancient mating ritual mixed with a karaoke competition. Allen wasn't sure if he was high, horny, or just accidentally starring in a fantasy porno.
Possibly all three.
As he walked alongside Fina, still sporting that proud post-skill glow, the ground seemed to bounce under his feet. Or maybe that was just Fina's ass jiggling in front of him. Hard to say.
She turned back to him, her smile cheeky. "Still got your secret weapon ready?"
Allen smirked. "You mean this?" He casually shifted his loincloth to give her a peek.
The moment he did…
"AAHH~!"
"OHHH~ G-GODS!"
"WHAT IS THAT?!?"
The moaning didn't stop—but it suddenly got louder. Allen turned his head and realized...
The Kina Sisters had stopped mid-thrust.
All three beastkin girls, tangled in a sweaty, moaning pile with some poor exhausted guy underneath, had looked up—eyes wide, mouths open, and faces flushed with pure, uncontrollable lust.
Their ears twitched. Their tails stood straight like pervy antennas. And then—
"Mmmmh~!" one moaned, literally biting her lip so hard Allen thought she might draw blood.
"That's not fair…" the second sister whined, squirming on her partner's lap.
"I want that one~!" the third declared with the enthusiasm of a kid picking a Christmas present.
Fina raised an eyebrow and grinned. "Looks like you've got fans."
Allen, ever the gentleman (and a little too proud), waved at them like a rockstar greeting fans at a concert. "Sorry, ladies. This sword only swings when summoned."
The guy underneath the sisters groaned. "Can someone please tag me out?"
One of the sisters ignored him and pointed at Allen's crotch. "I swear, it twitched! It twitched, didn't it?!"
Allen blinked. "I—uh—maybe?"
Then they all moaned again. In unison.
"OHHHHHHHHHH~!"
"F-fuuuuuck~!"
"HE'S GONNA BREAK US~!"
Allen turned to Fina with a "What the hell is happening" look.
She just laughed. "Festival night, baby. Once they see something that big, they start fantasizing. It's instinct. You just activated their Mating Imprint Mode."
"…I don't like that sentence."
"You're gonna like what comes next, though."
Allen sighed, still slightly overwhelmed by the trio of moaning beastkin girls now crawling toward him on all fours like horny jungle cats.
"Okay, this might be the weirdest flex of my life," he muttered.
Then Fina, with zero shame, tugged his loincloth back into place and winked at the approaching sisters. "He's mine right now. Wait your turn."
The sisters groaned.
"Awwww~!"
"But his cock's glowing~!"
"Just a taste~?"
Allen cleared his throat. "This is somehow terrifying and flattering at the same time."
And in the distance…
"Mmmm~! D-don't stop~!"
"Y-you're still not bigger than him though~!"
"AHHH~! Curse you, mystery cock man~!"
Allen blinked. "Did I just become a legend in a loincloth?"
Fina licked her lips. "You might just have."