Suppressed Feelings Become Like Mud 3
"What? You like me because I'm not your little sister...?"
Sitting side by side on the same bed, chatting amiably, Player 6 swallowed hard at the shift in the air.
"A-Aren't you going to let me go?"
Her eyebrows trembled as if she couldn't comprehend that simple sentence. I'd poured out the deep-seated grudge I'd buried in my chest, but had she misunderstood? She'd thought she could spend the night with the mafia and walk out on her own two feet.
"You didn't even take the pill I gave you. You don't understand the situation. You really have no thoughts at all."
Her foolish face, thinking she'd broken the rules and gotten away with it scot-free, looked even more ridiculous now.
"You could tell just by looking at this thing... what I have in mind."
Even while we'd been sharing our heartfelt stories, my futanari dick had been stiffly erect, waiting its turn. Regardless of our personal histories, the spark of desire had never once flickered out.
"I didn't want to play this game. I don't need the prize money either..."
Finally noticing the stubborn rod, Player 6 started backing away slowly. The distance we'd closed with our conversation yawned open in an instant.
"I-I'll quit the game! I don't even know where we are anyway. No one would believe me if I told them outside. No, I swear I won't say a word!"
She tried to pull her feet out from the bottomless pit she'd stepped into without a plan and flee. She scrambled off the narrow bed for two and hit the wall with her back.
"You want me to believe the words coming from a mouth that wouldn't even accept my gift? I hate people who don't keep their promises."
Thud.
"Eek!"
I slammed my palm against the wall. Her little head, trying to escape, was trapped in its cage, trembling.
"I won't tell anyone you're a futanari... th-that you have that monstrous thing! I p-promise...! I don't even know your name!"
Terror polished her pupils to a sparkle. Her fear-stricken mind projected me back at her without any filter.
'She sees me, the futanari, as a monster, huh. Well, this dick can ruin a person, so it's natural she's scared...♡'
Her pitiful trembling eyes stirred my sadism. The thrill flowing through my dick—now an object of terror—made my heart race. It was turning me, who was just following the mafia game's set rules by raping a citizen properly, into an even worse person.
"Then should I give you one chance?"
"For real...?"
I stepped back with a mischievous smile. Player 6 clung to a ray of hope peeking through the clouds.
"Let's play a game."
I snatched the pill delivered to the desk with one hand and thrust two fists—identical on the outside but different within—at her.
"I... just have to pick one?"
"I think choices in life have to be made by yourself, not others. That way, you won't have regrets later."
The suffering in life is ultimately your own burden, so I gave the entangled Player 6 a chance to choose. Unlike the heavy futanari dick bulging over my leggings, the fists holding the pill were the same size.
"Ugh..."
Player 6 tensed up, her life hanging between the two fists. The thought that picking wrong might mean that futanari dick plunging deep into her pussy dominated her mind.
'Those little eyes are so focused. I wonder which one she'll pick...♡'
I knew the contents of each fist and could barely hold back my excitement. Every time her cornered eyes darted back and forth, the dick between them throbbed with a twitch.
"I'll go with this one..."
After deep thought, Player 6 chose the right fist.
"You sure? Once you pick, it's final."
"Yes, I won't change."
She fixed her gaze on the chosen fist, refusing to back out.
"Then let's see the result."
"Please..."
Her heart clutched in one fist, Player 6 clasped her hands in prayer.
"You picked the dud."
The chosen hand was empty; the unchosen one revealed the heart-shaped aphrodisiac pill.
"Th-Thank goodness..."
With the empty hand confirmed, Player 6 collapsed to the floor in relief.
"Didn't think you'd be this happy about it."
"I'm glad you were reasonable, Player 1. Thanks to you, I survived."
Her truly adorable reaction drew a laugh from me.
"Really? I think you picked the dud."
"...Dud?"
Laughter burst out at the fool who still didn't know the ways of the world.
"What do you mean dud...? Avoiding the pill means I don't have to take it, right?"
She blinked dumbly and mentioned the agreement.
"Yeah, just like we promised, no pill."
I dropped the pill from my other hand to the floor.
Crunch!
I crushed it barefoot, fulfilling the minor rule in my own way. What had been a pill moments ago scattered as powder across the floor.
"No pill, so what are you gonna do...?"
Even after the aphrodisiac vanished cleanly, the night wasn't over. Player 6 trembled endlessly in the darkness with anxiety.
But it wasn't strange. After all...
The little game within the game had ended, but precum still dripped steadily from my glans without drying. My unrelenting erection pointed straight at the hole in front of me.
"What else? Now I have to execute you. I'm the mafia, after all."
The small game was done; all that remained was following the main game's rules. I smiled.
"Hey, you said you'd let me go if I avoided the pill!"
"Let you go? Did I say that?"
Her fear-broken mind pitifully spiraled into paranoia.
"I never said I wouldn't use my dick? I never hid this futanari cock even once...♡"
I'd never once said I wouldn't rape her, yet she'd thought that meant letting her live.
"Then what was the point of the fist game...?"
Player 6, victorious in the game, looked back at the floor. The powder had mixed with slippery precum into a hazy puddle.
"Oh, that was just whether to use the aphrodisiac or not. If you'd picked the other fist, you could've gone easily."
The game-provided aphrodisiac was a potent drug that melted mind and body, but thinking of being raped sober by a futanari dick made the organizers at Asmodeus seem merciful.
"I couldn't just make up the game's rules however I wanted. I'm just a participant like you, with a dick attached. You could've figured that out with a little thought."
The world had always deceived people into thinking they could freely choose. Player 6, naive enough to chase after magic girls' tails, might not get it.
"No way..."
Even the mini-game was mere play. Deep despair etched into eyes that had briefly shone with hope from dodging the aphrodisiac.
The shadow spreading endlessly in her pupils was beautiful like the night sky.
"I can't accept this...!"
Unable to accept the result, Player 6 bolted away again.
How many more rules would she have to break to satisfy me...?
Click.
But the overseer watching it all sealed off her escape.
"No! Open it!!"
Thud, thud.
Forced back into the same boat as the futanari, Player 6 clung to the locked door.
"Heh, looks like they were watching everything on the monitor. And I've followed every rule."
Aside from Player 6's disobedience, everything was within bounds. In the overseer's eyes, I was a mafia more law-abiding than the citizens. And the executions via futanari dick at night were all legal.
"Don't hate me too much. I don't wanna get executed either."
To enjoy the remaining time, I gripped my futanari dick and approached.
"No! Help! Anyone!!"
Her cries went unanswered. Pointless resistance. She scratched at the door like a cat but couldn't get past.
Squelch.
Recalling how I'd fucked the executioner the day before, I slammed her hole to the floor.
"Ugh...!"
Player 6, begging for her life, writhed as if under a press.
'Like the executioner, she's so weak.'
I'd felt it before, but women's bodies were endlessly fragile. Soft... delicate.
"Ha... you're so damn weak...♡"
The superiority of bending another's body at will, mingled with the immorality defying ethics, seeped deep into my chest.
Rip, tear.
I shredded the annoyances one by one for the dick execution. With the executioner, it had been like a shipping box last time, but this felt effortless, like tearing along perforations.
"Help me, magic girl... please..."
Hope she wouldn't let go until the end, even as she unraveled.
"You keep making me the bad guy. Those magic girls are the ones who cornered you in that alley in the first place!"
Stab!
I couldn't contain the excitement bursting from my head. I rammed my glans into her unprepared pussy.
"Hngh...!?"
She convulsed from the one-sided penetration. A scream leaked out at the foreign sensation of the massive thing forcing its way in.
"It's fine, my side's plenty wet already."
"Ugh, extre...!"
As I shoved in my precum-soaked dick, I stroked her slender head trembling in pain and fear.
"Hng..."
'Pretty usable...'
Following her tight pussy, each vaginal fold wrapped around my dick, delivering pleasure.
"Hm?"
Midway, a subtle snag flowed through.
'The glans just barely entered... the cervix entrance is still far.'
Compared to previous opponents, the youthful Player 6 lacked meat. Her breasts and ass were half of Player 3's, who'd been eliminated that day, but the onahole length wasn't much different.
"Hngh... hng..."
Player 6 shed miserable tears.
"The magic girl who protected me... I'm sorry..."
The bond from that alley continued. The purity saved by the hero was trampled. Apologies spilled from lips that had wanted to give thanks.
"So you were a virgin..."
Having unwittingly taken her virginity, I paused for a moment. Hot tears of loss disrupted my chest.
"You keep... making me the bad guy..."
A chill crawled up my spine. My futanari dick's lust mixed with my inner sadism.
This worst feeling thrilled me, counting her horrific wounds one by one—it disgusted me, and I loved it.
"You made me lose Player 3 too! Because you survived the vote, I have to use this bony ass with no meat!"
The regret of watching Player 3's bigger ass and wider hips vanish before my eyes. I vented my resentment on this bargain-bin onahole.
I thrust mercilessly, swinging my hips.
"Hngk...! Uhng..."
The fierce movements plugged the hole from which tears flowed. Amid the misery, sweet moans mixed in.
"Yeah, if you're all grown up, stop crying and squeeze that pussy properly. That's what adults do...♡"
Her immature pussy, starting to feel sexual pleasure for the first time, gradually accepted the dick.