Risk Level 4: The Truth Game
The outcome of a contest is always hard to predict. Especially when it's between these two who hate losing to each other more than anything. Neither side is going to throw in the towel early. So I sat there quietly sipping my drink, determined to see this fierce match through to the very end as its sole witness.
That said, the mood of the game had been shifting for a while now.
"Nine Tail seems to take quite a bit of pride in her looks and figure. In that case, she must have devoured countless poor men at her whim until now, right?"
"..."
"It makes sense. Nine Tail is famous for that lethal charm that leaves both men and women completely spellbound. Playing with them until she gets bored, then tossing them away like trash… Oh, is it true that she eats their livers? They must taste bitter, though."
"…What exactly are you trying to say? Stop provoking me and just ask a proper question."
Unlike the Field Team Leader, who was steadily racking up points by throwing questions that were difficult for the Team Leader to answer, the Team Leader seemed focused solely on provoking her with rude, explicit remarks disguised as questions rather than actually stripping clothes. Thanks to that, the Team Leader had already bared her firm, masculine-looking chest. The only things left on her were the clown mask and a single pair of panties. Whether that was unfortunate or fortunate…
The one who had proposed the game was wearing a plain sports bra that anyone at a gym or pilates studio might wear, paired with boxer shorts that looked like they could have come straight from a father's closet. She avoided the ordeal I had worried about—being forced to wear women's lingerie sets. She had probably prepared for this exact situation in advance. I was curious what kind of underwear the Team Leader usually wore, but if I said I had no such thoughts at all, that would be a lie.
"I'm curious about Nine Tail's number of experiences."
"Cough! Cough cough…!"
While I was absentmindedly staring at a body that wasn't mine and wondering if a bit of flab had stuck to my sides—maybe I should start exercising again now that I'd moved—the shocking question that slipped out without any mental filter made even me, who was just listening from the side, react violently and choke.
"…This damn clown bastard."
Even as the Field Team Leader's fist clenched threateningly with a cracking sound, the Team Leader didn't flinch in the slightest.
"Hmm? Is it so countless that it's hard to answer?"
"..."
Even though it was just a game, I wondered if such a question was really appropriate. My gaze, which had been fixed on the Team Leader, was immediately drawn like a magnet to the side and stopped. Because… it had to be.
"…Shit, seriously."
Unable to hold back her temper, the Field Team Leader muttered the explicit curse she had rarely let slip from that rough mouth before. Her hand was reaching toward her own bra.
"Haha, are you really going to take it off? One hand won't be enough to cover those huge breasts… Can you even spin the roulette properly?"
"…Shut up."
I couldn't tear my eyes away from her as she slipped one hand inside the bra first, barely managing to cup and cover both breasts. After several exchanges, the Field Team Leader's short skirt was already lying on the floor, no longer hiding the firm thighs and the smooth curve of her pale buttocks. Now the only things left to remove were her black underwear, which stood out even more against her white skin. She was trying to take off her bra to win the game.
If I rationalized it, it was just underwear with exposure similar to a bikini at the beach, so Yerin could have taken it off under the influence of alcohol. But anything beyond that was truly dangerous territory—extremely dangerous, very dangerous—that couldn't be rationalized no matter what.
"…Gulp."
Her sharp gaze turned toward me as she leaned forward, stretching her waist to reach behind her back and unhook the clasp, a posture that seemed to openly emphasize her breasts. But that threatening golden gaze somehow wavered and quickly dropped away. And then…
Click…!
Whoosh…!
Bounce!
With a light sound, the painfully tight hook finally came free. The Field Team Leader's full, elastic breasts, which had been compressed by the bra, were liberated and bounced once with lively energy. Even though she was barely covering them with her arms, the magnificent sight of them swelling as if they had grown another cup size made my pants feel extremely uncomfortable. No matter what happened, the reason I absolutely couldn't take my pants off became even more firmly established.
Throb, throb, throb, throb, throb…!
Biting her plump lower lip in humiliation while precariously covering those large breasts with her hands like a makeshift bra—that scene was straight out of an adult photoshoot. Even though she was trying to cover herself, the way her hands and arms sank into the soft flesh, creating curves and indentations, indirectly revealed their elasticity and softness, making it even more provocative. She would have no choice but to accept that fact even if she found out right now.
Throb, throb, throb… Thud. Click.
"Ugh, my turn."
"Hehe… Go ahead and ask."
"…I've been moving exactly how the President and you wanted until now, but I'm starting to get curious. What are you two really after?"
The Field Team Leader's counterattack, spoken through gritted teeth, was something even I leaned in to hear. Yerin… was she asleep? Why was she in such an uncomfortable position… My arm was starting to feel like the blood wasn't circulating properly.
"I'm not trying to dodge the question, but haven't I already explained everything to Nine Tail as well?"
"Right, the purpose the President always talks about… that purpose. Then why don't you explain why you've been replacing counselors one after another until now?"
"Ahaha… Replacing them? Ung-ssi will misunderstand if he hears that."
…I had definitely heard about this from the Team Leader on the first day. She had said I was the thirteenth counselor. The number was so ominous that I still remembered it clearly.
"Did you think I wouldn't know just because I'm on the field team? I've seen at least ten counselors who were so terrified they cried and begged to quit while clinging to you. Their faces kept changing."
"Hmm, that… doesn't seem to be entirely my problem. I don't want any misunderstandings, but it's difficult to answer right away."
"Then take it off."
Without the slightest hesitation, she said "Then take it off." The atmosphere had clearly risen too high; they had both become desensitized to the words coming out of each other's mouths. Now she was saying that to someone wearing only a pair of boxer shorts… But what else was the Team Leader taking off…?
"Consider this a housewarming gift too."
Whoosh.
"Huh??"
I reflexively caught the still-warm boxer shorts the Team Leader had just taken off, and my entire body, along with my head, froze solid. The warmth lingering in those boxer shorts with their thin vertical stripes—such a typical middle-aged man design—was enough to plunge me into a dilemma. This was… what the Team Leader had been wearing just moments ago. But the body I could see clearly had… well, it had been running healthily. Throb, throb, throb, throb, throb…!
Whether I should like this or hate it, the Team Leader—now completely naked except for the mask—sat comfortably and spun the roulette as if it didn't matter at all, completely unaware of the massive inner conflict I was drowning in. Even though it only looked like my own naked body to me, in reality the Team Leader was sitting there boldly in the nude. If the mask came off right now, her pale female skin would be revealed down to the most private areas in an instant.
…She was definitely not in her right mind. It was a thought I'd had often before, but today it became even more certain.
"Now only that mask is left."
"Isn't that the same for Nine Tail? Neither of you can cover everything. Those proud milk tanks of yours are holding you back this time. If it were Yerin, she would have had plenty of room to maneuver…"
Twitch. Yerin… was she awake? It felt like the arm hugging me just now had tensed for a moment.
Throb, throb, throb, throb… Thud, thud, thud… Click.
Anyway, the roulette the Team Leader spun this time pointed straight at the Field Team Leader again. Since this could be the final move that decided the winner, I quickly looked away from Yerin and watched the two of them. 299 wins, 299 losses, 1 draw. Who would be the first to reach 300 wins in their spectacular record? More importantly, unless they had another match during the end-of-month dinner a month later and tied the score again, this result would be used to provoke each other for at least the next month. Since the two of them always had these mental battles whenever they met, the winner of this match would gain the huge advantage of easily dominating their usual verbal sparring from now on.
…And so, what might be the final question of this abnormal truth game was thrown out.