The enchanting elf contestant

In this tournament, your name wouldn't be made public unless you applied for it.

Those who did publicize their names were mostly professional courtesans, and even then, it was their work alias—a stage name, so to speak.

Given the nature of the tournament, the audience was quite worked up about the mysterious beauty, the enchanting elf contestant.

"Huff, huff… is that elf-chan really okay? Like, legally speaking?"

"If she's an elf, her real age is probably way higher than she looks, so she's probably juuust barely fine?"

In the first round, she'd been matched against the Strongest-Yet-Weakest bear beastkin courtesan.

That bear beastkin was the heavily beastly type, fur covering her whole body.

"Strongest" referred to the fact that she was far beyond the ordinary folks who typically entered this kind of tournament, strong enough that you'd think, "Hey, you could make way more money just entering regular combat tournaments or hunting."

"Weakest" referred to the fact that she was an exhibitionist who loved stripping, a pro working at a shop who was perfectly fine with losing. In fact, she'd throw matches on purpose.

… Well, she'd earned that nickname precisely because she was a regular participant in this tournament.

Then in the second round, she'd gone up against the cat beastkin and lost.

She'd put up a good fight, but she'd left the stage in quite the tantalizing state, nothing but two petticoats and her undergarment on top.

Though really, it was just bad luck with matchups again. Her opponent had placed second in another major tournament just recently, so the mismatch was almost unfair.

"If that elf contestant had faced a normal girl, she'd probably have won without losing a single piece. Looks like her luck was just bad."

"Still, why would such a beauty enter this tournament?"

"Beats me…? Oh, but I actually know something about her… Apparently, she's a Tamer."

"A Tamer? Isn't that the type where the monsters do all the fighting while the Tamer sits back? … Well, no, I guess some are pretty strong since they need to make their monsters obey them."

When he said, "But that girl doesn't look like the skilled type, right?" the other guy clicked his tongue and wagged his finger. "Tsk tsk tsk, that's where you're wrong～"

"Well, what is it then? Don't keep me in suspense."

"That elf girl won the Familiar Cup. And with a dragon, no less."

"Huh? A dragon??? Wait, you mean THE Dragon?!"

"What other dragon would there be? Yeah, the one they call a walking disaster."

That's exactly why he remembered it so well, the man explained.

"… That makes it even more confusing why someone like that would enter a ridiculous tournament like this. Not that I'm complaining."

"Maybe she's unexpectedly into this sort of thing. Could be the type who likes being watched!"

The man's eyes sparkled with excitement.

"If that's the case, she's one hell of a perverted kid."

"Man, the silhouette of her butt showing through those sheer petticoats was incredible!"

"Yeah. That one's gonna grow up to be a real stunner. Can't speak for the chest though…"

They imagined the elf girl's future, nodding with satisfaction.

After that, they continued discussing various things about the elf contestant—mostly idle chatter like what kind of outfits would suit her, or whether she probably washes her ears first when bathing.

Given her rare race and exceptional beauty, the discussion bloomed and bloomed until it had become a veritable flower garden of fantasies.

—However, they never did notice that this "elf girl" was actually male.

… Had they realized, it wouldn't have been strange for the door to a shota fetish to swing wide open, so perhaps it was lucky for them that they remained blissfully ignorant.