Board Game Cafe (2)
We were several rounds deep into Jenga.
“Good...!”
“Aah....”
Right now was the moment Yoo Yeonhui successfully placed the Jenga block she'd just pulled back on top.
Yoo Yeonhui's voice full of ecstasy, Joo Seoyoon shivering with regret.
Their appearances were beyond words.
Both naked, sure—but Yoo Yeonhui had clothespins clipped all over her breasts. Joo Seoyoon had a vibrator shoved in her pussy.
Whirr—!
“H-ha-ut!”
Naturally, the vibrator was going full throttle, churning pussy juices out of Joo Seoyoon.
“Haa, haa... q-quick, pull it out.”
“Got it.”
If you only heard that, you'd think Joo Seoyoon was the one suffering—but it wasn't over for Yoo Yeonhui either.
Her undeveloped asshole was stuffed full of rotors, strings dangling everywhere like ornaments.
Vibrator in the pussy, rotors in the ass. No way to call which was worse.
“Why are we the only ones stuck like this....”
“Beats me.”
And unlike them, I was just plain naked.
With those two naked beside me, no embarrassment on my end.
Only a little awkward when I had to buy drinks now and then or go greet the next table over.
But that went for them too. Actually way more embarrassing for them.
“Alright, let's see....”
The game was heading into the final stretch now.
Even the block Yoo Yeonhui had just pulled and replaced had made the whole tower wobble.
We were right at the breaking point.
Losing's fine, but...
The real issue was we hadn't gotten anywhere near the original goal: sex.
We'd kneaded and sucked their tits, fingered and licked their pussies—but no fucking.
That was the conclusion, staring at the Jenga tower that looked like a skeleton stripped to the bone.
Whirr—
“Hurry up already...!”
“Ihyeon-ah....”
“No clue.”
The loser's penalty? Just buying dinner.
Call it a viewing fee for enjoying the show—they were getting off cheap anyway.
I yanked out a block like it was nothing.
“Done!”
“Crap.”
Crash—
The Jenga tower collapsed.
“Nothing we can do.”
“Argh, this is insane!”
While I gazed sadly at the rubble, they scrambled around.
Pulled the vibrator and rotors out of their holes, threw their clothes back on.
“Ugh!”
Snap! Snap! Snap!
Yoo Yeonhui struggled the most in the chaos—thanks to all the clothespins she'd clipped onto her own tits during the game.
Red clamp marks bloomed vividly where each one came off, one by one.
What could she do? Blame her own bad luck.
“Haa... those commands were way too much....”
“Right? Next time, we check all the Jenga commands first.”
“Wanna play again later?”
“Yeah. Why?”
After going through that, she wanted to do Jenga again?
Incomprehensible—but whatever, these days everything was.
“So, what's next for us?”
Joo Seoyoon, who'd clearly enjoyed Jenga, asked what game was up.
“Hmm... how about the Life game?”
“Ah! I've never played that one.”
Yoo Yeonhui fielded her question.
The Life game. One of the first board games anyone thinks of.
Wonder what it's like here.
From experience, definitely not your standard version.
“We'll do the Life game.”
“Then head through that door over there.”
Not standard at all. A whole separate room just for one board game?
“Let's go.”
“Yeah. I'm excited.”
“It's fun, so go ahead and get hyped.”
Beyond the door was a set with three little houses.
Actually living out life, huh.
Probably a simplified sim of getting a job, earning cash, living the dream.
“Gonna be fun.”
The board game version sells worldwide for a reason.
Doing it in a real set? Even better.
“Okay, everyone spin this first.”
“What's it do?”
“Picks if you start with college life or jump straight to work.”
“Whoa.”
Whirr—
The spinner with numbers 1 to 10 flew around.
“Ah!”
1-5 was college, 6-10 work life. Me and Yoo Yeonhui landed on work. Halfway Joo Seoyoon got college.
“So close....”
Yoo Yeonhui writhed in regret—her number was 6. Just one lower and it'd have been college.
“College better?”
“Yeah, higher odds of winning.”
Bummer, but oh well.
Joo Seoyoon grabbed a 1 million won IOU for college life, while me and Yoo Yeonhui picked job cards.
“What kinda job is this?”
“What?”
“Corrupt cop.”
Definitely not a real job from the game.
A all-ages game featuring corrupt cop? No way.
“Suits you.”
“Me?”
I'm the type who lives by the law without needing it—felt unfair.
How the hell did it suit me?
“Something about you... if you had power, you'd just go wild without caring who sees.”
“Hmm....”
Couldn't really deny it.
“What's yours?”
“Singer.”
“Oh, you any good?”
“Just... a little?”
Joo Seoyoon eyed our jobs enviously as we showed them off and chatted.
“Nothing to envy, sis. Once you're done with college, you can pick a way better-paying job than ours.”
“You two already have careers, and I'm off to college alone... feels lonely....”
“It's not real college, it's a game—what are you even saying, sis?”
Like I'd noticed last time, Joo Seoyoon was the type who got lonely easy.
Could play that to my advantage if I timed it right.
“Anyway, sis—go change clothes quick.”
“Clothes?”
“Stick your college card in the wardrobe at home, and the right outfit pops out.”
“Oh.”
Neat trick. Magic like everywhere else in this place?
This whole space is magic anyway.
No normal board game cafe has sets like this.
“Let's change too.”
We scattered to our houses.
And when we came out... it was quite the sight.
“Didn't you say singer?”
“......That's how it starts.”
Yoo Yeonhui's outfit was barely clothing at all—more skin showing than covered. Might as well be naked.
“This... college clothes...?”
Joo Seoyoon was no different. Life being an American game maybe? Her look screamed hooker, not student.
Bikini-level white tank top and hotpants so tiny her pink panties peeked out.
“Sis, get good grades in college life and you'll score better clothes.”
“US college freshmen default to hooker mode, huh.”
Probably not in reality, but Joo Seoyoon's getup sure looked the part.
“Felt it during Jenga too—why's your luck always so good?”
“Beats me.”
Me? Standard police uniform. Even looked like the Korean version—turns out they're similar.
“Sis goes first.”
“Okay.”
Joo Seoyoon, with the lowest number from college pick, spun the wheel.
“Maybe sis wins this round.”
“Gotta play to the end to know.”
She pulled a 9—second highest.
She brushed off Yoo Yeonhui's envy and moved on.
“Draw a card.”
“Hmm... eh?”
Joo Seoyoon's eyes shook after drawing.
What'd she get?
I sidled over and peeked.
“Lost money gambling at a party.”
Normal bad luck so far.
But the follow-up made it clear she wouldn't pay in cash.
“......If debt remains, GPA drops?”
Outfits tied to GPA, apparently.
And hers was already hooker-tier.
“Any lower to go?”
“Dunno... I'll go change and be right back.”
She ducked into her house.
Out quick—I thought maybe GPA held, no change.
But her new outfit said otherwise.
“That's... clothes?”
“Yeah....”
Tube top? Nah—not even. High-leg panties up top, with maybe 10cm of fabric looped around her tits like a joke.
Arms crossed over her chest, but it barely covered anything—looked straight-up topless.
“Draw better next time.”
“Yeah....”
“My turn to spin.”
Leaving Joo Seoyoon twisting to cover herself, Yoo Yeonhui spun.
“Argh.”
Her Jenga bad luck continued—landed on 2.
A low number that could've flipped things if Joo Seoyoon bombed next.
“Please, just a good card....”
Yoo Yeonhui prayed desperately as she drew.
Her face went pale as a ghost—told me everything about the card.
