Repressed Hearts Turn to Mud
At the point where six players remained. Two cops and the two citizens they'd verified, plus two more unrelated citizens. Formally, we could divide into three teams of two. That meant me and Player 2 had no choice but to stick together until it came down to a 2v2. If even one of us got voted out with our ankles tied together like this, both the cop and the mafia would drop out. So cooperation was inevitable.
They'll need allies on their side when it hits two each, so Players 5 and 7 have to back their respective cops. For the other citizens, it was all random voting anyway—and with the prize money in mind, more eliminations meant more profit.
Player 5 seems desperate for the cash, but Player 7 feels a bit suspicious. Unlike Player 5, who stayed silent even under the host's mockery, I doubted Player 7's goal was really the prize.
Doesn't matter right now. Still, thanks to Player 2 breaking the ice, I felt a little less worried. In a game where the dice were already rolling, all we could do was watch.
"Y-you're insane!"
Player 3 broke out in a cold sweat at Player 2's aggressive opener, who'd been hounding her. The fury in Player 2's eyes—sharp enough to leave marks—made it clear she'd voted for Player 3.
"Th-this is bullshit…"
Beep—
While the center was in chaos, the next vote came in. From the sneaky press and feigned ignorance, it was probably Player 5.
"Urk…"
I could see Player 3's throat drying up, parched.
"Everyone, we can't do this. W-we all have to get out together!"
Player 6, still lost in her magical girl delusions, hadn't snapped out of it and kept babbling nonsense.
"Think about it, you two. Your votes alone can't take me and Player 2 down."
Already two votes each aiming to thin the herd for a bigger prize. Even if 3 and 6 teamed up, it'd be a tie. If I voted, it'd be a definite loss for them.
"Then… we gotta hang someone…"
Player 3's eyes rolled back, cornered alongside Player 6. She gulped dryly at her only escape route.
"Why are you looking at me like that, Player 3?"
Player 6, who looked the youngest, was clueless about human ugliness. She hadn't caught the intent in that gaze yet.
Beep—
Player 3 pressed the button with trembling fingers. The fake fortune-teller, who'd been yapping about flows and such, had caved to the pressure.
"No way… you voted for me?"
Only after the vote count rose did Player 6 realize there was no such thing as affection in this sewer of a game arena.
"S-so… I'm the one getting eliminated?"
Her face turned ashen amid the cold stares treating her like a mere number. If she'd wasted her life on magical girl rumors, she must've had a decent one going—talk about bad luck.
Beep—
In the end, Player 6—with no futanari cock to her name—turned her sole weapon, the voting terminal, on Player 3.
"Looks like it's down to us two, Player 7?"
I hadn't touched mine yet, so I asked Player 7, who was watching just like me.
"…Of course, the prize is my top priority. Sorry to 3 and 6."
Beep—
Player 7 voted with her eyes shut. No clue who she picked.
Still, looks like five solid votes went in.
Beep—
Six players total—an absurd 3:3 tie would hurt everyone. I'd narrowed it to 3 and 6, so I safely punched for Player 2.
> MAX VOTES: PLAYER 3
"M-me?!"
Maybe out of pity for Player 6's flower-child brain. Or just because of the number. The sham fortune-teller drew the short straw.
Flash—
A light beamed down from above her head. Under the excessive glow for one person, the eliminatee's face darkened.
"I-I…"
Even with death at her throat, she frantically searched for an out with trembling eyes.
"Doctor… yeah, I'm the doctor…! Thanks to me, you're all still alive!"
She claimed last night's peace—when the Executor had offered her pussy as sacrifice—as her own doing.
Not dumb, huh. Didn't know she could play it like that. Knowing there was no doctor, I couldn't help but chuckle at her desperate writhing.
One line done, time for those who'd voted 3 to cast again.
"No doctor? You know what that means?! We're all fucked by that cum-shooting monster!"
Player 3 screamed into the dark while she still had breath.
Maybe because of Player 4, whom I'd strangled while raping her. A foolish hesitation leaked out as mutterings.
"You girls don't wanna die either, right? Then vote against—"
"So how'd you save us? Genuinely curious."
I crushed the fingers clawing at the cliff's edge.
"How I saved you…? Well…"
The fake doctor's throat clogged up.
Beep— Beep— …
Even a moment's silence wasn't tolerated; votes poured in.
No one bought the fake doctor's act. The first elimination by vote was set.
"Ahh…"
No words captured the eliminatee's despair staring at the board.
Sorry, but I need the money too. With surgery costs looming at about 50 million won, my sturdy futanari cock wasn't the only thing riding on this. One step closer to victory, I smirked contentedly from the shadows.
Screech—
As execution began, bright light seeped from the dark. An Executor emerged from the unknown passage.
Different face this time. The one I used last night must still be in repairs. Unlike the well-used onahole from before, this one had long hair.
Same model, so she'll feel great on my cock. Maybe sneak a quick use if there's time…♡ Her latex outfit like a high-end hooker—impossible to find even in red-light districts—made my hidden cock twitch under the leggings.
"Wh-what?! She's coming for me! And what's that chair in the center…?!"
Time slipped by as I anticipated the night ahead. Unlike me, who knew the outcome, everyone held their breath watching the Executor.
Even the composed Player 7 bulged her eyes, glaring at the Executor.
Oh right, execution time now. First Executor's entrance. Gotta hold back… Realizing the mood late, I slipped a hand into my leggings to suppress my erection.
"Stop…!"
The Executor dragged the straggler to the central chair like a janitor tossing trash.
Dragging her one-handed like that, she's no pushover… Having reverse-raped an Executor myself, the brutal spectacle felt like theater.
Clank— Clank—
Arms and legs bound to prevent escape.
Whirr—
Once ready, a massive machine emerged.
"What…! What the hell is that!!"
Player 3 shuddered, legs splayed, at the execution tool so familiar from my two games.
The key wasn't the body, but the needle-thin hole emitting light.
Whirr—
Pink laser pierced her pussy in answer.
"Urghk…?!"
Her waist arched back at the thread-thin beam. Pallid face flushed red.
"Oook… oooh…?!"
As her pussy sizzled under the light, her mouth melted slack. Cumming ugly in front of five players.
Squirt— Squish—
Her gaping pussy spat love juices, then clear streams.
"Hoo… hehe…♡"
Cumming solo like that is no fair…♡
Slurp— Slurp—
My hand moved on its own to the appetizing side dish. Stroking my futanari cock while tormenting her to repeated orgasms, I edged the building ejaculation up to my waist.
Who to fuck tonight.
The pleasure pooling through my seat roots, I saved for the coming night.
Whirr…
The machine, confirming her massively powered pussy fully cooked, powered down.
"Hngh… heee… uh…♡"
Like pork rind grilled to crackling, fainted Player 3 rolled her eyes, panting hot breaths.
Whirr—
The chair sank into the earth, but she couldn't twitch a finger.
"So that's what happens if you lose the vote…?"
Player 5, who'd held her breath, finally spoke. Daylight didn't make treatment of eliminatees any kinder than night.
"…This is a lie, right? A dream—yeah, definitely a dream."
Player 6, who'd wandered alleys chasing dreams, fled reality.
"This atrocity… I'll stop it for sure…"
Player 7 clenched her eyes shut with resolve.
"I-I didn't want this… I never thought it'd end up like…"
Player 2, who'd fired the first vote, trembled, shock lingering. The sensation of dooming someone haunted her fingertips on the button.
"Voting's fucking awful…"
I felt the same as Player 2. Tremendous regret over casually axing someone via vote. A helplessness and despair I'd never felt even in the last game spread deep in my chest.
Having to just watch a voted-out pussy on the block without sticking my cock in…
Miserable, letting that hole on the platform slip by. Voting couldn't satisfy my raging futanari erection.
Flash—
Eliminatee gone, night fell again.
But tonight's still here. Guess I'll settle for aphrodisiac-dosed players and Executors. Regrettable sending 3 off unused, but I'd make do with players and Executors dosed with heart pills.
On my way back to send the aphrodisiacs, someone grabbed my hand from behind.
Thud—
"Got a question."
"…Player 7?"
She'd watched me for a while, finally speaking up.
What's this about? Player 7's mismatched intentions were beyond guessing.
"Player 1, are you… by any chance… a magical girl?"
Quietly in the dark, so no one could hear. Cautiously, like her heart was exposed.
"…Magical girl?"
The words were absurdly ridiculous. I'd tensed up for nothing, worried about my cover.
"Yes, the magical girl, guardian of the stars."
But her eyes, shining with conviction, held no lie.