From Slave to King: My Rebate System Built Me a Kingdom With Beauties!-Chapter 174: Tonight Is The Night.

Byung had gestured for the Chieftess to follow him to somewhere more private, his hand extending toward a path that led away from the crowded main square where goblins mingled in uneasy observation. He intended to discuss logistics—housing arrangements for the tribe, patrol schedules, resource allocation, the practical matters that consumed his thoughts. But before he could take more than three steps, Maui’s hand shot out and grabbed his arm with surprising urgency, her fingers digging into his bicep hard enough to make him wince. She pulled Byung aside into the shadow of a nearby building, away from the Chieftess’s direct line of sight, her green eyes wide with something between panic and determination.

"Wait," Maui hissed, her voice low but intense, breath coming quick as if she’d just sprinted. "You need to know something before you go anywhere with her. There’s a ceremony, a tradition among orc leadership when alliances are formed through respect earned in combat."

Byung’s face went from neutral to utter shock as Maui explained in hurried whispers what the Chieftess’s presence here truly meant. The words hit him like hammer blows—ritual, consummation, test of worthiness—each one reshaping his understanding of the situation. His golden eyes widened, pupils dilating as the implications crashed through his mind like a rockslide. He looked over at the Chieftess standing in the square, her white hair catching the fading sunlight like spun silver, her powerful frame radiating that dangerous beauty that made his chest tighten. Then he returned his gaze to Maui, searching her face for any sign this was a joke, some elaborate prank. But her expression was deadly serious, tusks pressing against her lower lip as she waited for his reaction.

"I can actually fuck her?" Byung asked, the words tumbling out before he could stop them, disbelief and something else—hunger—coloring his tone.

Maui nodded slowly, but her expression remained grave. Byung’s mind raced, processing this new information, and he saw no problem with this arrangement. If anything, he wanted it with an intensity that surprised him. The memory of their duel flashed through his thoughts—her strength, her speed, the way she had dominated him, choked the life from his body until darkness closed in. He could repay her in bed, break her back the way she had nearly broken his neck, turn the tables and show her what his evolved body could truly do when pleasure replaced combat.

The thought sent heat flooding through his veins, his imagination already constructing scenarios that made his pulse quicken.

But Maui shook her head sharply, cutting through his building excitement like a blade through silk.

"Every male would be excited," she said, voice dropping even lower, forcing him to lean in to hear.

"But there’s a condition you need to understand. If you can’t get her aroused—truly aroused, not just going through the motions—you will be flayed alive and left for the crows to feast on. That’s the price of failure. The Chieftess doesn’t tolerate mediocrity or weakness, especially not in this. Countless warriors have tried over the centuries, thinking their strength or skill would be enough. Their skinned corpses decorated the mountain passes as warnings and they didn’t even bed her."

The moment Byung heard this, the excitement drained from his face like water through a sieve, replaced by cold calculation and a spike of genuine fear. His expression shifted from eager anticipation to serious contemplation, jaw tightening as the weight of the stakes settled on his shoulders. In what universe was sex this intense, this high-risk? Where failure didn’t mean embarrassment or rejection but literal death in one of the most agonizing ways imaginable? The human world he’d come from had its dangers, but bedroom performance was never a matter of life and death. Here, everything was a test, every interaction carried consequences that could end in blood.

However, a second glance at the Chieftess standing in the square—the way her white robe clung to curves that defied reason, how her red eyes swept the crowd with authority, the memory of her body pressed against his during their fight—and he could visually imagine himself inside her. The image was vivid, almost overwhelming: her powerful thighs wrapped around his waist, her hands gripping his shoulders hard enough to bruise, her voice—silent for so long—breaking into moans that would echo off stone walls. His cock began to respond despite the fear, blood rushing south as arousal battled with survival instinct, the bulge in his trousers growing uncomfortably tight.

He caught himself quickly, forcing his mind to cold logic, thinking of mining quotas and forge temperatures to kill the rising heat. He cleared his throat with an awkward cough, adjusting his stance to hide the evidence.

"Can I... get ready?" Byung asked Maui, voice strained, trying to sound composed despite the chaos in his head. "I need time to prepare."

Maui nodded, relief flickering across her face that he was taking this seriously rather than charging in blind with arrogance.

"You have until tonight," she said, the words carrying the finality of a death sentence’s timeline.

"Use it wisely. Bathe, rest, clear your mind. And for your sake, don’t overthink it. She’s attracted to confidence and raw instinct, not nervous calculation. But also don’t go in cocky—that’s gotten more warriors killed than anything."

Byung instantly left the area without conversing with the Chieftess any further, his footsteps quick as he headed toward his chambers, mind already racing through strategies and possibilities. He needed information, preparation, anything that could tip the odds in his favor. The system pulsed faintly in his veins, the familiar hum of evolution and adaptation, but this was uncharted territory—could it help him here? Would his enhanced stamina, pain tolerance, adaptability translate to the bedroom? Questions without answers chased each other in circles as he disappeared into the mine entrance.

The Chieftess watched him retreat with those piercing golden eyes, a slow grin spreading across her face that revealed her tusks and spoke of dark amusement. She knew exactly why he had left so abruptly, recognized the signs of a male realizing the gravity of what awaited him. Good. Fear sharpened the senses, made performance either spectacular or catastrophic. She looked forward to seeing if he could pass this test, if the goblin who had survived her killing intent and drawn her blood could rise to this new challenge. The anticipation built in her chest like a slow fire, warmth spreading through her body that she hadn’t felt in decades. Warriors who excited her in combat never translated that to intimacy—they lacked either the courage to try or the skill to succeed.

But Byung was different. And if he did pass, if he could arouse her, satisfy her, prove himself worthy in this most primal of arenas, she would become his by default. Not as a slave or a conquered prize, but as an equal bound by tradition and mutual respect. Her strength, her tribe, her loyalty—all his to command. The thought should have been repulsive, submission anathema to everything she was. But the idea of belonging to someone who had earned it, truly earned it through every trial she could devise, sent a thrill through her that made her skin tingle and her breath catch.

Tonight would decide everything.