Scam Gambling (5)
“Imp, Amodeus. Let me make you a good offer.”
The sudden declaration left me stunned. Pay off your debt first—what the hell kind of offer is this? It was so absurd I couldn't even laugh.
“What kind of offer do you mean? I'll hear you out, at least. Since it's Chief Noxbell speaking.”
“Yeah, I figured you'd listen. How much debt have we racked up so far?”
“Around 300 million total. But we agreed no interest for you...”
“Lend me another 300 million.”
Whoa... Look at this shameless bitch. She already owes 300 million—shouldn't she pay that off first?
No loan shark would touch someone with credit like hers.
“Sorry, but I can't hand over that kind of cash without collateral. If Morgana finds out, she'll string me up by the neck.”
“It's fine. She won't know.”
“...Why the hell do you need that much money anyway?”
“You know what economies of scale are?”
I don't know much about economics, but I sure as hell know that's not how the term's used.
A police chief in Terranium has to be highly educated.
She knows damn well it's not the right phrase... Guess her brain's rotted from all the gambling.
“I haven't won so far because I didn't have enough starting capital. The more you put in, the more you take out, right?”
“Well, yeah. Investments do need big money.”
“Exactly! So lend me another 300 million.”
Has one side of her brain melted from gambling? Looks like Noxbell's crossed a river she shouldn't have.
Pitiful slut.
Once I make her my woman, I'll turn that gambling addiction into a sex addiction.
“Alright. I think I can scrape together 300 million. But for a sum that big, we'll need collateral. Any real estate or vehicles you own...?”
“None!”
“Ah, I see... Then I can't lend it.”
“Take my body as collateral. That should work, right?”
Hm? Now that's unexpected.
“I'm against slavery, personally. I don't particularly want to turn you into a slave, Chief.”
“What... the hell are you talking about? That's not what I mean. If I can't pay it back, you can do whatever you want with my body.”
“Pardon? What do you mean by that?”
This woman's lost her mind. Ah, must be the hypnosis kicking in.
With the first stage of the Subjugation Mark layered on top, it's probably amplifying these tendencies.
Whatever. It's all good news for me.
Honestly, I hadn't expected things to play out like this.
I figured the hypnosis would make her move exactly as I wanted.
Turns out she still had a sliver of her own will left. Interesting...
If she followed my script perfectly, it'd get boring anyway. And hey, she's offering up her pussy on a platter—who'd say no?
“To be frank, my body's pretty damn gorgeous.”
“I see. Could you look into my eyes for a moment?”
“Hm? Uh...”
Hypnosis intensified. Imprint complete.
“But Chief Noxbell, you're not a virgin, are you?”
“N-No... impossible. High races all preserve their virginity. I'm an unmarried young dark elf—barely a thousand years old.”
“I see. But your breasts are on the small side... Do you really think they're worth that much?”
“Hm? A woman's appeal isn't defined by her tits alone.”
Got it. Noxbell thinks her body's got top-shelf value. That's why she's asking for 300 million.
“For now... alright. But I can't just hand it over without verifying the collateral.”
The reason I ramped up the hypnosis here was to shatter all that buildup I'd carefully stacked.
I slid the printed paper across. Noxbell gave it a puzzled look, like what's this?
“This is a contract forged with demon magic. Break it, and it rips out the signer's soul.”
Party A (Borrower): Noxbell Seladrin
Party B (Lender): Amodeus
Loan Amount: 300,000,000
Collateral: Full rights to Noxbell Seladrin's body upon default
Penalty for Breach: Forfeiture of soul
Of course, there was no such magic on the paper. Hell, I don't even know if it exists.
But hypnotized as she was, Noxbell had no choice but to believe me.
“Fine, just sign the contract, right? Knew it. Golden chance for a lowly imp to ravage a dark elf's body?”
Noxbell eagerly scrawled her name on the paper.
Now, thanks to the hypnosis, she truly believed breaking our deal would cost her soul.
A hilarious combo. At this point, she might as well be half mine already.
“Here's your 300 million in cash.”
“Didn't have to be cash. Good work. I'm out.”
That 300 million... How fast would it vanish? Knowing it'd come right back to me stripped clean had my cock twitching already.
I kept up the act of the troubled, feeble imp right to the end. The careless always lose what matters most.
Striding into the casino like a triumphant general, Noxbell made her bold declaration.
“From now on, this place is mine.”
The gamblers nearly burst out laughing.
Never won a single time—what the hell? We'll strip her bare.
To them, her 300 million might as well have been already gone.
They started the game with light hearts.
“Ahem. Raise?”
“Call.”
“What now? Looks like I win this round!”
Shockingly, Noxbell took the first hand.
The gamblers panicked in unison. Sure, no tricks this time—but how the hell did she win?
Did she awaken or something? Incredible... She grew in that short span.
Tasting victory for the first time, Noxbell realized she'd entered some kind of zone.
What is this feeling...? My vision shimmered for a second. Head's a little dizzy.
Her hands moved on instinct. And just like that...
“I win again.”
She claimed another victory. Two in a row. Now Noxbell figured this sensation was some kind of magic.
“You wouldn't understand. Dark elves are a warrior race.”
High elves and dark elves originally hailed from the same lands.
But when orcs invaded and burned the World Tree, the two split over ideology.
High elves wanted restoration. Dark elves demanded bloody revenge.
That was the divide in their natures.
“Our kind never lets go once we sink our teeth in. That's a dark elf for you. Right now, I've awakened our ancestors' power.”
“...”
What nonsense. Suddenly droning on about history. The low-education gamblers were collectively baffled.
“You must've used some trick to fool me all this time.”
True for before. But not the last hands. No need—they felt winnable clean.
“Won't work anymore.”
“Hmm.”
By now, even the gamblers sensed something had possessed her.
Something's there...
Are we gonna get robbed in reverse?
If so, Morgana would have them slaughtered.
Gulp... They all stared tensely at Noxbell shuffling the cards, terrified of what might come out.
“Of course, I came in knowing gambling involves skill. Won't blame you for that. But from now on, let's play fair. If I catch you, I'll snap your wrists.”
“We swear we don't do hand tricks...!”
“We'll see.”
Now they'd have to use their tricks with bated breath... If caught? Joint liability—they'd all face hell from the police chief.
Damn... Lose here, and Morgana kills us.
Jake, you nuts? She just said she'll break wrists if caught cheating.
Shut it! I gotta use it.
Don't... You've got a family to feed.
One gambler snapped to attention and steeled himself.
No choice. Fail this, boss kills me. Family homeless either way. Might as well trust my skills.
Jake...!
But... if I lose.
...Don't worry. We can feed your family.
The gambler trusted his skills, took the cards, and unleashed his flashy sleight of hand.
Of course...
“Huh?”
“Sorry. Looks like you're out of chips.”
It worked.
Noxbell's two wins were pure dumb luck—not some psychological mastery.
“My... body...”
With even the 300 million fortune gone, Noxbell now had no choice but to take my massive cock.