"WOAHHH—!"

The loud cheers from the spectators crowding along the north-south main road toward the south gate signaled the approaching parade of the Goddess’s Trial participants.

"They’re coming—open the gate!" shouted the guard captain upon spotting the leading group of participants through his spyglass while standing at the overlooking post within the wall, just above the gates.

Hearing the two massive wooden-metal reinforced doors creak open, along with the clashing sounds of large metal chains pulling the heavy barricade frame upward, the guard captain calmly waited for the parade of participants—only to be startled, causing his spyglass to slip from his hands, drop, and crash onto the ground.

"Why the heck are they naked?!"

***

Lu-el’s suggestion for Weed and the other young hunters who were suffering from severe hard erections—to take off their shorts and underwear and continue the marathon—didn’t stay within their group alone.

It spread to other participants suffering the same erection dilemma, who didn’t think twice about exposing themselves butt-naked just so they wouldn’t lose their chance to win the Goddess’s Trial and claim the Duchess’s daughter as their lover—regardless of shaming themselves in public.

But that wasn’t exactly what happened.

Rather, it was the opposite, as the first batch of butt-naked participants earned cheers and support from the spectators—which led the other participants to strip as well, whether they were suffering from a hard erection or not.

"Aren’t you gonna take off your clothes, Lu-el?"

"Shut up, and don’t come closer to me, Weed."

Lu-el was proud of his rough, handsome looks, muscular frame, and massive size—but that didn’t mean he had the guts to expose himself completely naked in public.

Aside from the sense of public order from his original world that he had grown accustomed to, he had no reason to do so.

Even if he had been isekai’d into the world of Goddess’s Vessel butt-naked at first, only Kaori, Sera, and Reiji had seen him back then—along with the Croc bandits, who Lu-el could only hope were all dead by now.

As for Reiji—"Do you know that guy, Lu-el?"

Looking at where Weed was staring—or rather, at Reiji’s group passing beside them—Lu-el was so startled that he almost tripped while jogging.

"What the heck is that?" Lu-el said after recovering his stance and rhythm, deliberately avoiding his gaze—not at Reiji, who was smirking at him, but at the disgusting thing dangling between his crotch, which his companion with dark purple hair also had.

[Poru@Beast: THE HECK—How did a 3.5-inch jack grow that gigantic?!]

[Poru@Knight: It’s probably around 12-inch-plus, and it wasn’t even hard yet.]

[Poru@Sage: It’s like he grew fist-sized balls at his crotch, and a whole arm between his legs.]

[Poru@Ghost: Don’t feel envious, everyone! Legends say, that size doesn’t feel good at all and only hurts rather than giving pleasure.]

[Poru@Astronaut: I heard that myth too—that most women prefer around 9-inch-plus as the perfect size for both slight pain and intense pleasure.]

[Poru@Undead: All I can say is that I can sense death cumming from that disgusting rod.]

"I mean, I want mine to be bigger—but not that disgustingly big," Weed said, agreeing with Lu-el’s disgusted look.

Lu-el understood both his loyal viewers and Weed’s reaction.

It wasn’t that they were saying a 12-inch rod—as big as a man’s forearm plus a hand—was inherently disgusting.

Such a size was rare, even legendary.

But for it to look good and impressive, a man also needed a body compatible with it—a muscular frame paired with a height of over two meters, or so Lu-el believed.

Even for Lu-el, a 12-inch-plus rod would probably look out of place, just as it did on Reiji and his slender, meek friend.

His own 9-inch-plus erect rod—the size of a girl’s forearm—was, as his loyal viewers said, the perfect size.

Not to mention, Reiji’s 12-inch-plus rod wasn’t even hard yet.

Lu-el wasn’t thinking about how much bigger it could grow once fully erect, but rather:

"How are they gonna fit that comfortably inside their pants?" Weed said, voicing exactly Lu-el’s concern.

"That would be HARD—Pfft," Lu-el replied, then burst into laughter at his own pun, earning the same reaction from everyone in their group.

"PFFT—HAHAHA!"

Seeing Lu-el’s group laughing—and interpreting it, or rather becoming insecure that they were being mocked—Reiji could only glare daggers at him while cursing him repeatedly in his mind.

"Laugh all you want, bastard, but you’re going to die tonight."

Reiji’s friend Allen, on the other hand, couldn’t help but feel ashamed despite having the gigantic rod he had always wished for and dreamed of.

***

As they slowly passed through the gate, the maids waiting there handed each participant a bag of supplies containing food, water, potions, a lantern for the night, and a map of Labyrinth Canyon for each group—all while cheerfully taking notes on each participant’s erect size.

"Not until you show us how big you are, mister," said one of the three maids handling their group, teasing Lu-el by refusing to give him his supply bag unless he exposed himself like the others.

Lu-el could simply pull down his shorts and trunks, revealing a hard erection to the three cute maids—but another idea came to him, one where he wouldn’t have to expose himself in public.

Kaori told him to win, whatever it takes.

Therefore, Lu-el decided Kaori would at least forgive him for acting a bit flirtatiously.

He grabbed the maid by the waist and pulled her closer into an embrace, pressing his massive hard erection against her soft belly through their clothes, then whispered to her in his soft, deep voice.

Lu-el followed up with a swift yet intimate and passionate kiss as he took the bag from her hand. He then released the maid, who was now dazed and being supported by the other two maids.

"I’ll see you three some other time," Lu-el said with a gentle smile before taking his leave.

"What did you say to her?" Weed asked, curious and impressed by Lu-el’s skills with women.

"It’s none of your business, Weed."

"Come on! Aren’t we working together here? At least teach me some of your tricks!"

***

Lu-el and Weed’s group continued running southwest, with everyone else butt-naked except Lu-el.

Other groups in similar condition passed them, including Reiji and Allen’s.

Rather than competing in a race at the early stage of the marathon, Lu-el chose to maintain their pace to conserve energy in case they encountered more monsters.

However, monsters were the least of their problems upon entering Labyrinth Canyon.

"ARGH—!"

"What the heck is happening this time..."

"Get your freaking rod away from me, Weed—unless you want it cut off!"