Scam Gambling (2)
Do you know what the Law of Large Numbers is?
Some internet lecturer said that the reason an individual can't beat a casino is precisely because of this law.
I don't know much about math, so I have no idea what it means exactly.
But basically, as the number of gambling trials increases, the casino's odds of winning go up probabilistically.
That's how Noxbell went bankrupt, they say. And even after that, she couldn't get her act together and racked up debt too?
It took a renowned math professor to tell her this for her to finally quit gambling.
Hmm... This woman really loves gambling.
So I figured ordinary gambling wouldn't lure her in.
Conveniently, there was no poker in this world. I made her think it was a game where the Law of Large Numbers didn't apply, and that hooked her successfully.
That said, she sucks at poker.
A few rounds in, and her playstyle was completely readable.
When she has a strong hand, she shoves in a call without a second thought. If it's weak, she folds right away.
Poker face? Not a shred of it. She's just charging ahead like a bulldozer.
She's even ignoring the good hands I've been dealing her on purpose lately.
At this point, even an idiot would notice, but unfortunately, Noxbell didn't catch on.
"Well, well, aren't you all just terrible at gambling? You don't even seem to grasp the rules of this simple card game."
"You're just too good at it, Chief Noxbell. We don't stand a chance."
"Well, I've been handling all the criminal investigations myself. Your faces give everything away. You're all too honest."
Whoa... She's saying exactly what I wanted to say herself. This woman's ridiculous.
But she's a beauty, so she gets away with those weird expressions. It's forgivable.
Time to wrap this up.
To hook Noxbell completely, I'd prepared something special.
I scratched my nose to signal Morgana.
"Ah! Chief, it's about time for you to head out. We've kept you too long. Sorry about that."
"Oh, right. Quitting time already...? I'll finish this hand and go."
First, I gave her the hint to back off the table.
Then I shuffled the cards. This time, I signaled Morgana with a hand gesture.
"Ahem."
A vampire's movements are precise. Her slender fingers darted swiftly, swapping a few cards.
Perfect.
"Hmm... I'll call."
"Since it's the last hand, I'll follow."
She'd dealt a decent hand. Judging by how aggressively she's playing...
"I'll fold."
"Me too."
Now it was one-on-one between Morgana and Noxbell.
"King three-card. Ha! Looks like I'm winning again."
Noxbell revealed her strong hand, and it seemed the game was over.
Of course, we didn't let her have that illusion.
"Oh dear, what do we have here...? I have ace four-card."
"What?"
"Sorry. I win the last one."
With this final hand, Noxbell lost a hefty pile of chips.
Of course, she'd won far more overall. Enough to lighten her wallet considerably.
But human psychology doesn't let you walk away that easily.
Losing once after a winning streak versus winning once after a losing streak—which feels worse? Obviously the former.
Noxbell had been poised to cash out big, but she lost a significant chunk instead. That psychological void would gnaw at her.
"Well, whatever... It's not like me winning forever was normal. Let's call it here and head out."
Perfect. Noxbell was now trapped in this gambling den.
"Being police chief and gambling this long isn't great either. Time to quit."
"Oh? That's disappointing. Of course, we could never catch you. But we'll always be waiting. Come back whenever you're bored."
"Hmph."
And with that, Noxbell vanished. She bolted like she didn't even need an escort.
"Ufufufu."
"Um... Do you think this will really work? Noxbell's a dark elf. They're famous for their incredible patience."
"Famous my ass. Even Buddha would lose it at a gambling table."
"Buddha? No idea what that is, but if Master Amodeus says so!"
Good. The plan's all set. Noxbell has no choice but to come back.
"Hey, I'm getting sleepy now..."
"Yeah, you two must be exhausted adjusting to my schedule."
I grabbed my trophies' asses and flopped onto the sofa.
"I'll take good care of you tonight, so look forward to it."
"Thank you..."
"Ehehehe."
They giggled shyly. The day I'd add Noxbell to this collection wasn't far off.
Time to sleep.
Working day and night would break her faster.
"Nngh..."
Back home, Noxbell threw herself onto the bed.
Her head was empty of petty, complicated police work right now.
If only I hadn't raised on that last hand...
She'd won so much money, but the loss at the end left her with massive regret.
It felt like lying in bed after sweating all day without showering...
Damn, that feels gross. That imp dared to take me for that much.
It wasn't just the defeat. The fact that a lowly sub-race had swindled her money soured her mood even more...
"Ah! Aaang."
That's when it happened. A sound that made her mood even worse came from next door.
Those fucking bastards...
Noxbell staggered out of bed to complain right away.
The moans grew louder in response. Ahng, aaang, ahhuk, aaaang... Too loud!
...
Come to think of it, the imp next door had a really huge dick.
At least 20cm of meaty club... No wonder they were moaning like that—it was 'only natural.'
Noxbell could somewhat understand the women next door wailing like that.
That's one thing... but I still need to complain!
But just then, her legs wouldn't move.
Before she knew it, her gaze fixed on the yellowed-wallpapered concrete wall.
Slowly... she pressed her ear against it.
—Squish, squish.
The sound of a cock pounding into a pussy rang out loudly.
In and out. Simple, repetitive thrusts vibrated through the wall, vivid in her ear.
"Haa..."
Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch.
How did such a small guy have so much stamina? He ravaged the woman relentlessly without pause.
Noxbell imagined the scene beyond the wall for a moment.
From the sounds, the man must be on top, shaking his hips nonstop.
"Haaaang! No, nooo... Don't pull my hair like that, it's too muchhh."
"Shut up."
"D-don't... Pulling my hair hurts my neck."
He was even yanking the vampire's hair...
Is that even possible?
If an imp tried that, the vampire's claws would rip him apart.
"Shut up and take my load inside. Be a good girl."
"Yesss... I'll take all your imp seed and get pregnant with your baby."
Pregnant...? Imps and vampires can't have kids. How could that happen?
Unless the imp is actually an incubus...?
Noxbell knew why incubi had been exterminated.
Terranium had a legend: The incubus king would descend, tear down racial barriers, erase discrimination, and create an equal society.
Of course, the ruling dragons didn't want that. They purged every incubus in Terranium.
...It's just talk. Logically, an incubus couldn't fuck a vampire.
Incubi and succubi were even lower than imps—just parasites sucking essence to survive.
That creampie sounds so... intense.
Glurp, gluuuurp... He poured semen into the vampire's womb.
In response, Noxbell's uterus throbbed violently. Thump-thump, like a heartbeat.
Slowly, she slid her fingers downward. They came away slick with fluid.
"Get off the bed. You get on top now."
"Thank you..."
Good, the sex wasn't over yet. It looked like it would continue.
Noxbell thanked that fact and kept masturbating.
Squelch, squelch. Matching the thrusting sounds, she plunged her fingers in and out.
As if it were her own pussy impaled on that massive cock—she imagined it that way.