PC Bang Common Sense (2)
I figured I had a solid shot at winning. Geon-yul was a higher tier than me, and objectively a cut above in skill, sure. But that was just for this game's native AOS genre. One-on-one was a different story. It wasn't some massive bronze-to-diamond gap—more like bronze versus silver at worst. With a dash of luck and good form, snatching a narrow victory was totally doable.
"Pick whatever characters you want?"
"Go wild. I'm winning anyway."
"What's with that confidence?"
I pouted, punching in my familiar ID and password before logging into the game. Geon-yul's friends crowded around like kids swarming to watch a fight, sneaking peeks at my screen.
"Chae-a, show us your tier."
"Tier? Bronze."
"Figures—a girl with a high tier? No way."
"Dunno why, but having a pussy means you suck balls at this game."
"Lmao, look at Do-yun hyped up that he won't lose to a bitch—talking nonstop now."
"Hey, you guys seriously..."
Sure enough, the second they spotted my tier, the mockery poured in. I was probably the lowest tier out of these five, and since I was a girl too, they jumped straight to "girls can't game." It pissed me off, naturally. But getting all worked up over "girls suck at games" when I was treated like subhuman bitch meat? Kinda hilarious in a twisted way.
And it's not even true.
If my tier had dropped after turning into a girl, I'd concede the point. But I'd been stuck here since my guy days. So their bullshit claims were flat-out wrong. I just plain sucked at games from the start! ...Not that I could say it straight.
"Quit yapping and log in already, Yoo Chae-a. Taking forever."
"Uh, y-yeah, sorry. Almost there."
I turned to input my ID, shrinking under the sleazy stares drilling into me from behind. Their words were bad enough, but those creepy gazes alone turned my stomach.
Geon-yul's the only one I can trust...
He'd said before we came that his friends wouldn't get too handsy. Looking back now, what a laughable assumption. Too damn naive.
"Let's start."
Soon enough, our one-on-one showdown kicked off. I picked my trusty beastkin girl character that I'd mained forever; Geon-yul went for a badass swordsman. Matchup was fair game for both sides, so no complaints—the match rolled on.
Focus. Gotta focus.
No way did I want to end up crawling under the desk to suck Geon-yul's dick after all this. Every resource grab had me clicking the mouse with surgical precision.
If I keep this up...!
First kill wins. But no need to rush and overwhelm early. As long as I offed him before he got me, it was fine. His character dominated early game, so I needed to bait fights smartly without giving away angles. Drag it out, and my odds skyrocketed.
"What, you suck~?"
Dodging a skill, I hit him with high-pitched girly taunts in baby talk. Perfect salt rub-in. His play grew frantic; you could see the rage building.
Not holding back, huh?
Things were going too smoothly—maybe he was sandbagging on purpose, dragging me into this to toy with me. I'd suspected as much when he first suggested it. But his all-in focus-face now? Nah, he was legit trying.
That guy would never yield his spot for my sake.
"Hehe, dodged again... Hnng?!"
But of course, shit never went smooth.
"You guys... what the hell?"
Suddenly, something poked my tits from over the chair back. No need to look—I knew it was a finger.
Geon-yul's friends, spectating our duel, were prodding my chest like testing steamed buns with chopsticks.
"Th-this is, hnng! Cheating...!"
Every poke drained my strength, fogging my focus—I ate multiple hits from Geon-yul's character.
"Kyaa?!"
They must've figured my reactions were ripe, because now they took turns squeezing hard. Caught off-guard, milk leaked out in spurts. Left hand kneaded my left tit; right hand mashed the right like dough.
"Geon-yuul, these guys are... Hnng?!"
But frustratingly, I couldn't fight their touches. My body, tuned to perfection by Geon-yul, was already sopping wet from the slightest tease. Nipples rock-hard, milk dribbling onto my bra pads with every squeeze. Trying to protest? My voice came out all nasally and cutesy, like begging for more. Even to me, it sounded like "keep going."
No, it's not like that—I'm not getting off on any guy's hands...
Geon-yul had put me through every perverted "common sense" play under the sun, but I'd never let another dude touch me. I wasn't some world-walking slut. But if random guys' hands lit me up too? There went my last shred of pride. I'd chalked it up to Geon-yul knowing my spots inside-out.
And worst, Geon-yul's watching...!
One untaken hand invaded my mouth, toying with my tongue—game over for focus. I parked my character safe with my last strength, pleading eyes on Geon-yul as his friends groped me silly.
Ignoring me on purpose? Why?!
No way he missed this. Right next to me, pants tented—he was hard from my show. Not some weirdo kink; he was using his friends to distract me while he grinded game. Made sense. He'd pulled ahead huge despite his late-game weakness. If I dove back in now? One-shotted in seconds. Growth time mattered big here.
So...
Loss is locked in anyway. Might as well enjoy...
No—their hands gross me out.
I snapped to. Female pleasure tempted me plenty by now, but submitting to strangers—not Geon-yul? Hell no. I'd rather he tormented me himself.
...Him directly?
My eyes shook; heart hammered.
Beg him? Me? Plead with that jerk?
What to do? Needed an excuse. "Exclusive bitch" might fly. Outdoor play anyway—half acting, half real?
Got it.
Decision came quick. I twisted my hips toward him, parting my thighs just so, and begged.
"M-my body's... only for Master to touch...♡"
Your turn, Geon-yul—not them. Said it. Pussy untouched but already drooling between my legs, tits leaking milk, mouth saliva-smeared from fingers. But this? 100% real. Better his hands tormenting me than confusing thrills from his loaned-out friends. Exclusive bitch looked better than slut.
Wait, he knows my whole deal—and just watches other guys grope me...?
Annoyance flickered; I narrowed my eyes. Geon-yul caught it, lifting his left hand from the keyboard. First words out?
"Chae-a, you're too easy."
"Huh?"
I blanked. After all this torment, calling me easy now?
"C-can't help it! Sitting still like a rock while they do this? That's weirder! It's not me being off—it's just..."
"What're you on about? Talking game."
"Ah, uh."
His friends had vanished from my body already. Scared off by him? Nah—that smug grin screamed setup.
"You... sicced them on me?!"
"Sorry, sorry. Meant to do it myself at first, but no free hands."
"Gaming means no free hands, duh."
"Saw you could handle one hand fine. So now, one-handing you."
"What?"
One hand gaming meant the other free—for me. I blinked dumbly; he yanked my chair flush, jammed his left hand between my thighs, straight into my pants, and shluck! fingered my pussy.
Plush!
My sopping hole gulped his thick fingers greedily.
"W-wait...!"
"Yeah, loaning you out ain't my style. Better I wreck you myself."
"Everyone's watching...!"
No stopping it. Pussy clamped; I went limp, no fight left. And deep down? Felt good.
"That's why we're doing it here, right?"
"Hiiya♡"
"Know your pussy inside-out now, Chae-a."
"Nnghh..."
Squelch-squelch, squelch-squelch.
His firm fingers nailed my spots perfectly. No other guy could. Only him.
"Whoa, look at that grip. Hole's so soaked, two fingers easy."
"Ha-ut...!"
His friends slunk back, eyeballing me splayed on the PC chair, pussy finger-fucked by Geon-yul.
"Chae-a's my property. Bitch, remember? Right?"
"Hnnng...!"
"Answer."
"Y-yes, yesss...!"
"Loaned you for a quick touch, but nah—not feeling it."
Squelch-squelch-squelch!
"H-haaaang♡"
"Hey, hands on keys and mouse. Gotta finish the one-on-one."
"Hek, hek, hek—eheek?!"
"Didn't say stand. Shaking your hips to deep-dick those fingers yourself."
Spot-on. Pussy stuffed, I rocked my hips, begging for deeper thrusts. Victory? Gone. Just chasing bliss. Gobbling his fingers till I came—only thought left.
"Pussy feel good?"
"Master's fingers... feel so good...!"
"Lost the one-on-one? Your char's getting wrecked."
"Lost... can't win♡"
"Duh—you're the bitch, I'm the owner. Even in a close-skill game, no way you beat me."
"O-ohook, nnghuu—pussy, pussy's cumming!"
"...Not even coherent."
His fingers churned my walls, teasing clit—intense pleasure surged from within. I'd held back till now, but no more. Pleasure wave crashed; I buckled at the knees.
Polite speech slipped out from the ecstasy.
"I-I'm cumming! Gonna cum! Hnngggg!"
"Cum then—squirt your worthless maso-bitch brains out. Nobody's punishing you for it."
"Haaaaang♡"
I wailed like a banshee, squirting between my legs.
Spurt—shhhp-shhhp!!
One-on-one lost; screen grayed. Pussy clenched his fingers as I tidal-waved. Vision blanked. Friends cleared the chair thankfully—I gripped the desk, ass back, squirting nonstop like a sprinkler.
"Pussy water-cannon, our Chae-a."
Hearing him coo like a cute pet owner? Melted me more...!
"Huu, huuung..."
Post-orgasm shivers. Puddle at my feet from my mess. I scanned around, shame burning my face crimson.
"Crazy... peeing in public..."
"You came at people's feet before—now you're shy?"
"Th-that was... hnnggg."
"Pants soaked—strip 'em. I'll grab rags for the floor, no worries. Your pussy? Wipe it yourself with tissue... But nah, you've got other duties now."
I stared blankly at Geon-yul, then flushed realizing.
"Ah, y-yeah. Bet's a bet..."
Eyes flicked to his bulging pants; my belly clenched with weird hunger, shivers running through me.
...Right. Before the bet—I'm acting. Faithful bitch role.
Stage for my big performance now?
None other than under the desk.