Party (5)
{I can reshape this game board however you want. Want a hand?}
The Helper's words were tempting.
Normally I'd let his chat messages slide in one ear and out the other, but this time I actually stopped to listen.
"What is it? Out with it."
"Remember when the Writer tried to chop your dick off?"
"Like I could ever forget that."
I'd gone to Marin's place to tutor her, and for pulling a little prank, the woman hurled a blade of pure mana straight at my crotch.
So much for claiming she couldn't meddle in the world's affairs — she interfered just fine when it suited her.
It was an attack steeped in that chilling certainty that if I didn't dodge, I'd be leaving as a eunuch.
Only its slow speed saved me. Otherwise I'd have ended up like one of those neutered strays on the street.
{Yeah, that was rough. I'm sure she meant it as a warning shot.}
"She wasn't actually trying to cut it off?"
{Clumsy as she looks, a god is still a god. If she'd meant it, you'd have been a gelding right there on the spot.}
Just imagining it made goosebumps race down my spine.
Leaving your genes behind in this world — that is the ultimate goal every living thing pursues.
And I wouldn't be able to do it anymore?
Biting off my own tongue would honestly have been better for my mental health.
Withering away and getting culled in such a pitiful state? No thanks. Better to die with a healthy, young body.
{Anyway, I can do something similar. I'd be locked out of the chat window for a while as a penalty, same as the Writer, but still.}
"What can you do?"
{Brainwashing. No wait — to put it nicer, hypnosis would be the right word.}
Ooh, fuck.
A magic word that inspired belief and trust just from hearing it.
My heart went thump-thump-thump in my chest.
Compared to the Writer's crotch-splitting strike, this was an ability on a completely different plane, and I marveled at it inwardly.
"That's incredible. You're way better than the Writer."
{That's all thanks to Marin wringing you dry. You took two women's purity, and my range of interference grew.}
A sex route with the Helper instead of the Writer... that might not be so bad?
It was a moment where I genuinely, seriously considered following this guy instead of her.
{But keep this in mind. With my current influence, there's exactly one command I can plant in them.}
"That's plenty. In exchange, let me be the one who gives the order."
{The moment I cast the hypnosis, I lose all ability to interfere with this world — chat window included — same as the Writer. Which means you're the only one left who can issue commands.}
Groooooan!
The moment the Helper finished speaking, the air around us grew heavy in an instant, as if something enormous had pressed down on it.
My head spun.
It felt like I'd been left under a blazing, scorching noon sun for hours — dizzying, searing.
"Ugh, what is this..."
"My head... it's spinning..."
The other girls were no different, each clutching her head or covering her eyes, complaining of the vertigo.
{Shout one line, loud enough for them all to hear. Then...}
Click!
The chat window closed with the crackling static of a broken electronic device.
His voice reached me no longer.
But his will had been delivered to me, loud and clear.
There was no time to dawdle.
I shouted for it to engrave itself upon the room.
My voice, thick with that single wish, carved itself into their minds.
It was no longer just a game rule — it took root in them as an article of faith.
Time passed, and they stirred, groggily coming back to themselves.
Their eyes were glazed as if drunk, but their consciousness was lucid.
The game could resume at any moment.
That was what mattered.
"Number 2, suck Number 1's breasts."
I had drawn the king's lot, and I gave the order.
It was a lunatic command that would have gotten me cut off on the spot under normal circumstances.
Ordinarily, the one whose number was called would drink a substitute penalty in my place — that was the rule.
"Okay."
But once the hypnosis took hold, the whole shape of the game changed.
Shff.
The sound of fabric sliding over skin.
Skin pale as the first snow of deep winter came into view, and a supple, bouncy breast slipped free of the dress.
A pink nipple poking out stiff as a mountain peak.
Flushed with healthy color, the sight was so beautiful that I caught myself staring, entranced.
"Please... hurry up and finish..."
Arlan, who'd drawn Number 1, murmured shyly, gripping the fallen strap of her dress.
She had no resistance to obeying the hypnotic command, but baring her bare skin before others was still evidently mortifying for her.
"Here I go."
Marin, who'd drawn Number 2, stepped up to her and opened her mouth.
"Ahhm."
"Nngh!"
Marin's parted lips closed around Arlan's nipple.
A short, startled cry burst out of her at once.
She trembled all over, shaking as if she'd wet herself.
Slurp... smack... shluuurp!
"Hah... it hurts... nn..."
Like a newborn starving for milk, Marin suckled with relentless focus.
Rather than any aim of pleasing a woman, she was fixated solely on completing the command.
Under the intense stimulation, Arlan writhed and twisted, moaning helplessly.
But slowly, within those moans, she began to soak in the pleasure.
"Nnngh... huaa... haah!"
Excitement, then bliss, began to seep into breaths that had begged only of pain at first.
Her flushed face, her ragged, heat-laden panting — the picture of a roused female in heat was shamelessly indecent.
Pop!
"Done."
"Huaaah...!"
Marin withdrew, wiping the drool from the corner of her mouth.
Arlan hurriedly gathered her reddened, engorged breast and pulled her bra and dress back up over her shoulders.
Kya. So it actually works.
A lewd grin bloomed across my face at the sight of the two women's sticky performance.
The hypnosis had taken beautifully — they were accepting the king's commands without a hint of resistance.
As natural as a person drinking water when thirsty.
"Number 3, swap panties with Number 2."
Emboldened, Marin followed up with a lewd penalty of her own.
Wearing someone else's underwear — an undeniably titillating scenario.
I applaud her ingenious idea, hovering right at the edge of the ratings line.
"Shall we see, then, what sort of underwear the eldest daughter of House Amethyst wears?"
"Eeeeugh — I-I don't want to wear something someone else had on..."
Eva and Terre — they lifted their skirts slightly and slid their underwear down.
For one brief instant, a slender crease flashed into view.
Terre's red silk and Eva's white cotton, each having guarded its owner's secrets, traded places.
Fun. This is fun.
Dopamine came gushing out in spurts.
The liberation of it — like casting off clothes they'd been bundled in until seconds ago.
Watching the girls brazenly do things they would never have done otherwise, my erection simply refused to go down.
I rubbed my hands together earnestly, praying I could hurry and sink into that indulgence myself, when —
"Number 1, perform sumata on Number 4."
And then came a command from Terre, who had become the king.
What is sumata, you ask?
Isn't that the act of sliding a man's cock between a woman's thighs and rubbing?
Something no one but me — the only man here — could possibly perform.
I checked the number on the lot in my hand.
Etched into that mana-made stick was the number 1.
She called it?
My gaze turned to Terre of its own accord.
She held a finger to her lips and winked at me with one eye.
That reaction — Terre had known exactly what number was written on my lot!
There was no other way she could have issued a command like that.
Outright cheating. Conduct that demanded immediate expulsion from the game.
But the bribe she'd slipped me melted sweetly in my mouth like cotton candy, and I let it slide, magnanimously.
"To think I have to do that with you."
Chloe grumbled.
True to form for a girl who found me repulsive, she made her displeasure abundantly plain.
"Oh? So you won't do it?"
"I will! So stop rushing me."
But under the hypnosis she yielded to the king's command, lifting her skirt.
Beige underwear, a shade darker than her porcelain skin, and beneath it she thrust out the supple curve of her ass toward me.
"Finish it fast. Drag it out and you're dead!"
"Fine, fine — just hold the pose."
I pulled down my pants and brought out my rigidly standing member before her.
My cock, already grown fat off the spectacle of the other girls' antics, raised its veins and bared its grotesque fullness without a filter.
"So that's a cock..."
"Haaah... ooh... so that's what's been hiding under his clothes..."
Gulp.
The women's lecherous stares bored into me.
Amid the chorus of their varied appraisals, I pressed my body flush against Chloe's.
I slid the hot length of flesh between her thighs.
Chloe's soft, springy flesh wrapped around my hardened shaft.
Beneath the beige underwear showing below her skirt, her ass filled my entire field of vision.
"Hurry... up. If you drag it out too long, it's... weird."
Chloe murmured in a low voice.
Thanks to the hypnosis she didn't rage at me for pressing my cock against her, but like any respectable lady, she still felt the shame of the act.
I answered her with the movement of my hips.
Shff, shk.
The sensation of skin sliding against skin.
From root to crown, the squeeze of her thighs around my cock made my brain shudder.
"Nnngh..!"
Chloe hunched her shoulders and trembled.
She turned her head away, trying not to meet my eyes, but her legs instinctively clamped down even tighter.
Her mouth said she hated it and pushed back — but her body said otherwise.
Shk, shk.
Clap, clap!
Pleasure spread and spread, and in its midst my cock gliding between her thighs smeared precum across her legs, adding slick ease to every stroke.
"Haa... this is strange... why is it so hot..."
Chloe murmured, spilling sweet breaths.
The sound of flesh meeting flesh rang through the room, became a rhythm, and transformed into a single performance.
Squelch-squelch.
Clap, clap!
Shk, shk.
"Haah-haah... my head feels strange... please, just finish it..."
Chloe's pleading struck my ears.
Tears welled in her upturned face.
It was the expression of someone about to lose her mind if this went on.
Unable to hold onto her sanity, she drooled shamelessly, face flushed red as a bitch in heat.
To think she'd tip over the edge from just this much.
I hadn't even truly started yet.
But since the proud Chloe begged so desperately, I decided to show her special mercy — just for today.
I stopped holding back and drove my hips forward hard.
Clapclapclapclapclap!
Squelch-squelch-squelch!
No gentle caressing to soothe my partner — I seized her and slammed into her like handling something to be used up and thrown away.
And when I bucked my hips like a dog behind her, she finally burst out the cries she'd been swallowing down to match me.
"Haah...! Ahh... aahng!"
Coarse gasps filled the room.
Pushed over the edge, Chloe spewed out lewd cries like a she-beast lost in mating.
Using that voice as fuel, I vented the desire I'd been holding back.
Splurt, spurt!
Drip, dribble.
"Haaaa..."
Soaked in the afterglow of her climax, Chloe slumped to the floor in a heap, and beneath her a white fluid soaked thickly into the floorboards.
It was, in a word, magnificent.
How I regretted not being able to snap a photo with my phone.
But it was fine.
Even if I couldn't take pictures, I could still make memories.
The King's Game wasn't over yet.
I would never stop until this day drew to its close.
I was thinking I could keep this up all day long, when —
WHAM!
"Gahk!"
A dull, heavy impact cracked against my skull.
The shock sent me sprawling face-down onto the floor.
Just like that, the passion that had been burning seconds ago was snuffed into nothing.
As my consciousness drifted away, the last thing my eyes took in was —
"Solis, you're mean."
Marin's face, cheeks puffed out in a pout.