Inner Sadism 5
"Yes, show me your results." With the experiment finally starting to bear fruit, Deus returned the golf club he'd pulled out for whipping back to his collection.
"I'm heading back to the lab now, Snatcher..."
Balseok, thoroughly beaten and covered in bruises, dragged his battered body out of the top floor.
-"How's the body holding up, half-cripple?"
"Don't ask... before I bury you in the dirt."
-"Still got that shitty attitude in your replies. Guess you're doing okay enough."
"More important than my condition is Yumina's state... Did she really take down the Slave on her own?"
-"Yeah, otherwise I'd have been dragged before the boss and swapped bodies after dying once."
Leaning against the elevator, he shared progress updates with his colleague in the lab.
"Kuhuhu... A core compatible finally emerges."
The wounds stung, but progress forward brought laughter naturally.
-"Even so, it's just physical enhancement for now. That's not why we implanted the core, is it?"
"Right, at that level, it's useless. But Yumina might reach the next stage."
-"Aren't you getting ahead of yourself? It's only the start of day 3 anyway. All the extras are still alive except one."
The egg had just cracked; the player count hadn't changed much.
"The futanari now is Yumina, last game's winner anyway. Do we really need to worry about survival in this boring game?"
-"True, this time she doesn't even fuck the staff, unlike last game where she won without a dick. Who knows, maybe lightning strikes twice."
Having participated twice in the bizarre game run by the megacorp, Yumina had something special the others lacked. That was why the experiment staff could only expect different results this time.
-"Thanks to the extra winning last time, the previous experiment tanked and this half-cripple got even more crippled."
"Tch, mafia games are just sets anyway. The real key is core awakening... Succeed there, and we can sweep away those psycho bitches."
-"Magic girl hate again? Don't you ever get tired?"
No matter the painful failures, no matter the beatings for ruined results, thoughts of revenge on the magic girls made the vengeful ghost endure.
"Anyway, Yumina's a crucial sample. Protect her at all costs."
-"Nyeh~ Nyeh~"
Beep- With Balseok's final earnest plea, contact cut off.
"Yumina will survive on her own anyway... If we don't get the results we want this game, just pile on more and run the next one. She's already hooked on that dick."
In the set for futanari, Yumina was using the gifted cock to her satisfaction. Snatcher, running this game, felt no major worries.
"No variables anyway. Hmm...! Time to continue."
Stretching as she awaited the hatching game, she grabbed the mic.
* -"Morning, everyone~ It's day 3 morning~"
Clunk- The locked door opened with the lively announcer's voice. Bright light from the gap gradually lit the room.
Having redressed during free time, I stepped out as is.
"What... why..."
"What the hell is this..."
"No elimination today...? Did the magic girl finally show?"
The imprisoned survivors, seeing faces no different from yesterday morning, were shocked one after another.
Thorough cleanup. The Executors watched but weren't useful, huh.
Laughter bubbled up seeing the sparkling center as if nothing happened.
"The mafia's really mysterious. What wind blew this? Feeling guilty for offing Player 4, Player 2?"
"Player 1..."
I smiled at Player 2, bound to me as both cop and mafia. Player 2 blinked, unable to grasp my intent.
"So Player 1 really sent it to you?"
Player 5, who'd gotten investigation pills from the cop, glared at Player 7, who'd agreed to take fakes from me pretending to be cop yesterday.
"I received the pill. The one with a penis drawn on it... Probably the investigation pill for sure."
Player 7, groping her unresponsive body, believed I was the cop.
Now Player 7 and I are in the same position as 2 and 5... Perfect opposition setup.
The aphrodisiac had no effect unless futanari, so Player 7 had no choice but to believe me cop. With endless lust sated, I gripped the big flow.
But why's Player 7 looking at cop-me like that...
One issue. A loose thread stuck out from my perfectly tailored plan.
"Mm..."
Player 7, who'd directly swallowed aphrodisiac, scanned me. The alien gaze, unrelated to the drug, felt deeply unsettling.
Did she figure I'm futanari? No, leggings hide the cock.
Second time this game, but Player 7's peering eyes were beyond guess.
"Since Player 1 sent fake pills to Player 7... No one got hit? If only one action per night..."
Player 2 addressed the six gathered center, using the peaceful night to corner me.
"Yeah, Player 4 was sus from the numbers anyway. But this night was too weird."
"Agreed. Player 1 seems like fake cop."
"Th-that too. And Player 1 right after Player 2 sequentially... Feels like using powers..."
Fingers pointed, all eyes gathered.
"I'm futanari... Makes sense."
Perfect bullseye without error. If I were host, I'd applaud.
"But everyone's overlooking something."
Veteran to rookie suspicion, I kept leisure, bantering.
"Mafia games don't just have mafia and cop roles, right?"
"...Doctor who saves citizens from mafia."
Player 7, observing me beside, nailed it instantly.
"Doctor...? How the fuck does a doctor work in this shit game."
"Life line's off radar. Well, futanari's already a monster."
"Nothing's impossible. So magic girl's surely..."
Murmurs at the overlooked role. No one certain, swayed by new word.
"Yesterday the doctor's skill was good, huh? That's why all six gathered."
Actually had a zzz pill last game too.
True intent didn't matter. My futanari cock, cop's investigation pill, zzz or aphrodisiac—common sense didn't apply here.
"Plus only one action per turn favors Player 2 too much? Maybe Player 2 offed 4 night 1 and faked to 5."
I raped 4 night 1, but couldn't clear real cop Player 2.
"I think Player 1 makes sense too."
Player 7 nodded after pondering.
"Talks real smooth."
"Well, Player 2 didn't really find futanari."
"Ugh, too hard..."
Back to tug-of-war between fake cops.
"Kuh..."
Player 2, failing to clear her name by executing me, wore frustration.
"Hoo..."
If I'd slipped even a bit, guillotined cock-first. Haa... Imagining alone might make me cum...♡
Barely saved by the big blade inside, spine chilled thrillingly. Shield prepped for attacks, but balls-shaking thrill.
"So what now? Let doctor save and pass today too? No pills left!"
Player 5, tired of fake cop play, slammed table with both hands.
-......-
Agreeing recalled Player 4's end. Heavy silence fell briefly.
"Then vote out Player 3 or 6. Pick who to eliminate."
I tossed opinion into humid, sagging mood like rainy-season mat.
"Wh-what'd you say?"
"Y-yeah?"
Targeted 3 and 6 bulged eyes.
"You sane...?"
Even Player 2 who'd pushed me to execution pit worried health.
"Why so shocked? Obvious."
Eyes on me again, I chuckled vainly.
"Not thinking survivors each get 100 million to the end? This ain't volunteer playground."
Fools' eyes not grasping game essence looked pathetic.
"That bullshit...!"
-"No, she's right. Prize splits evenly by survivors. More live, less each gets. 'High risk, high return'."
Game host joined, smashing naive dreams.
-"Max 100 million total's obvious. No rankings in mafia game."
Sneered at players dreaming 100 million each.
"Kuh..."
First yeller Player 5 ground teeth, trembling wordless.
Helping me? No... They care not mafia win.
Odd vibe from sudden broadcast, but recalled Player 1's execution end last time.
"Everyone needs money eventually. Why sit quiet knowing night comes?"
Dragged to eerie alley entrance herself ultimately. Different sums, all cliff-edged.
"Fuck! Splitting leaves nothing."
"Then at least top three fingers..."
Realistic prize talk shifted eyes. All surviving out? No joy.
"Th-then till two left... gotta off somehow..."
Even Player 2 gnawed lips, just at me.
Impatience leaked from citizens to rivals.
"Player 6 fine, purposeless hanger-on good. Lucky bitch."
"Y-yeah?"
"But Player 1, why drag me to afterlife!"
Player 3 raged at being bundled with dim Player 6 as discard.
"Better grab fake cops today tomorrow, one each...!"
Put cop duo heads on block instead.
"...What? Eliminate me and 1?"
Player 2's brows twitched, calculator slamming inwardly. Glaringly eyed Player 3 aiming her.
"Think a sec! I'm real cop! How dare you...!"
Stressed fake cop act, Player 2 kicked chair, yelling.
-...... All cold-stared Player 2 leaping up.
"How we know you're real cop."
Even Player 5, fed investigation pill by 2, drowned in deep distrust.
"Haha..."
Despair betrayal sneer slipped Player 2's small-open mouth.
Finally realized, huh.
Last time too, true win wasn't faithfully role-playing to catch mafia. Solely surviving with fewest.
"Same role ultimately, we're one body. Cut sprouts first. Later duel fine."
I proposed alliance to role-life-bound Player 2.
"No 3,6: you me vs one... Best odds... Most prize."
Hot-cold brain recalculated. Shelved hostility at me, turned to pesky citizen.
"N-no way? You know who's futanari!"
"Course. Who to vote today too."
Beep- Player 2 death-glared Player 3, starting execution vote.
Pretty face makes great expressions.
Salon smiling customer service hit rock bottom. Twisting others' hearts, wielding them—afterglow-deep chest thrill.