Chains Laden with Despair 1
"Maybe I just kept tumbling down that endless downhill path... and ended up in this game arena."
Even briefly recalling my past made my chest ache with misery. My expression twisted at the sensation of those relentlessly binding chains.
"You're the same, right, Player 5? You came here to break free. You couldn't take it anymore."
Chewing over the despair once more, the girl's figure—helplessly wrapped tight in chains—shone vividly before my eyes.
"I... I..."
Player 5's face, always baring her teeth and spewing curses, was now soaked in dull despair. The utter powerlessness left no room for excuses.
"I had no choice but to wander the streets aimlessly... Yeah...! Discarded like a cigarette butt... That's how I lived, picked up by someone... just selling my body to survive..."
Her eyes clouded over, rippling with murkiness. The shameful past I'd bound away spilled from her lips.
"It's humiliating, but I wasn't ready to die... I tried to endure and accept it, but I couldn't hold out... I thought maybe things would change if I went back to where I'd fallen from... That's why I came to that alley..."
Her muttering lips began retracing her past. Her eyes, fleeing reality, couldn't even see me standing right in front of her.
"I knew it."
I approached calmly, as if understanding her feelings. Her crumbling shoulders showed no reaction even to the intruder.
"But you couldn't do anything about it. At least your mind was at ease, right?"
"Maybe... I just had to take the customers... The shop became my home, and the manager my family..."
The chains piercing her heart rusted her away over sticky time. They rendered every attempt to escape the abyss futile, crushing even hope. They tricked her into mistaking pain for happiness.
"Even now, I doubt what Player 2 fed me... What if it wasn't really the investigation pill? If I pay off all my debts with the prize money... what the hell am I supposed to do then?"
Her despair-soaked legs couldn't advance toward an unstable future. They wobbled violently with every step.
"Then let's do nothing."
"Do... nothing...?"
I kneaded her weary shoulders.
"Forget selling your body, forget voting in this game. Isn't it easier on the heart than trying something and getting hurt?"
"Maybe you're right... Yeah, what could someone like me—who's always leaned on others—possibly do anyway..."
The tangled thread just kept coiling tighter; there was no way to unravel a lifetime's chains overnight. Player 5, always crushed by hope before, sealed her heart shut to avoid more pain.
"Yeah, do nothing."
I tightly bound her newly closed heart. It felt like heavy chains flowing from my hands to her shoulders, sharing a burden.
"Nothing... let's do nothing... I'm so tired now... That's better..."
Player 5 muttered with shoulders even more slumped than before our talk.
This should be enough. She won't even talk anyway.
The conversation for voting hadn't advanced a single step, but seeing someone like me felt pretty good.
Something feels nice...
A lingering aftertaste seeped deep into my chest, different from venting my urges with my long futanari dick.
Come to think of it, I heard honest talks relieve psychological stress... Have I been holding back too much?
After spewing my heavy past, I returned to my seat with a light heart.
*
"Are you even listening to me?"
"Yes, of course."
Unlike my smooth talk with Yumina, Player 2 was struggling.
"Don't mess with me! You've been staring at Player 1 this whole time!"
Player 7's gaze was fixed not on the prize money or Player 2 trying to convince her, but on Yumina—like a sunflower doggedly chasing the sun.
"Yeah, the prize is important, sure... But we have to survive first! Do you really wanna end up like the other girls? Player 1 is the futanari mafia!"
Player 2 grabbed Player 7's shoulders and turned her toward herself, pleading the mafia's identity with sincere eyes.
"Hmm... You don't seem to be lying."
"Right! I'm the cop! Using the investigation pill the first night... I got a bit heated, that's all."
Player 7, sharp-eyed, confirmed the truth in Player 2's gaze. Color returned to the face of the cop with no results.
"But I have a duty... to watch Player 1 until the end..."
Player 7's eyes drifted back to Yumina, gripping Player 2's shoulders. She observed the peculiar ripple from the connected fingertips.
"What the hell are you saying... Are you saying you're siding with the mafia now?!"
With her life on the line for today's vote, Player 2 was on the verge of madness.
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> Shall we get started? Last night was long. Watching's getting boring. Yawn...
"Ugh..."
Unable to defy the game host, Player 2 swallowed her anguish and returned to her seat. The others sat in their chairs too.
The life-or-death vote began again.
Beep, beep—With my ankle chained as the cop, Player 2 and I had no other choice; we voted simultaneously.
"Please... vote for Player 1...!"
Player 2 begged the others, driven to the edge without a moment's reprieve.
Couldn't convince Player 7, huh. Well, a hairdresser wouldn't suddenly play magic girl.
I couldn't hear their talk, but her fidgeting put me at ease.
"For more hope..."
Beep—Player 7 finally decided after much deliberation. She hadn't changed course.
"Then at least a tie..."
Sensing the vote box growing heavy, Player 2 desperately eyed Player 5.
"......"
Player 5 didn't press the button. Her eyes, holding back choice, were hollow. No dilemma or hesitation at the crossroads—just blank.
No fear, regret, or even expectation; she sat dazed, like a street vagrant with nothing left to lose or place to go.
"What are you doing! Vote already!"
Frantic, Player 2 yelled at the frozen Player 5.
"Nothing... I'm nothing..."
She muttered softly, like a swing swaying in the wind. Then stopped again under the weight.
> What? Not voting? Hurry up or it skips!
"Vote...? Oh, voting's the game rule..."
Under strong pressure, strength entered her limp hand. Trembling fingers reached for the button.
"It won't change anything anyway..."
She slumped back, dragged by force. Like surrendering to iron chains binding her body, she'd given up everything.
> Sigh, no idea what's up. We'll proceed like this.
Player 2 was dragged to the execution stand.
Pop—
Player 2's final moment arrived just before execution. Her flashy pink hair flaunted its last beauty under the execution lights.
"...Why?"
Resentment toward Player 7 who chose her, me who claimed the same job, Player 5 who took the pill and did nothing, the host who let the vote run wild, and herself pushed into this abyss—all packed into one short word.
And even that passed.
Beep— Beep—Honestly, I hated pressing the execution button, but survival demanded it.
The execution vote ended unanimously.
"Ha, haha..."
Facing inevitable fate, Player 2 let out a hollow laugh. The executor arrived, seating the dazed convict.
Whirr—After the merciless vote came pink beams of light and...
"Eek, eek?! O, ooh♡!?"
A waterfall of climaxes followed.
What a shame.
Watching someone's end from a chair, powerless, didn't feel great.
Player 2 would've made a satisfying onahole, like the executor.
Among the rather young participants, her style stood out most. If she'd gripped dick instead of scissors like Player 5, she'd have been exceptionally womanly—rare here.
...I really wanted to try that well-groomed hairdresser's hair. The nice scent teasing me each brush-by, getting me hard, then she goes first.
My dream of wrapping her silky, waist-length hair around my futanari dick and dyeing it white crumbled vainly.
Pop—The laser fountain show of eliminated Player 2 ended, and night fell again.
Faking cop anyway, Player 2 had no way out but vote.
With the pink flower tempting my dick wilted, my head cooled calmly.
"Hehe..."
Still got the other onaholes left. Let's go till the end.
A bit regrettable, but with my futanari dick, I could smile. I returned to the room stocked with aphrodisiacs.
*
"Night means going home... Before the customers come..."
Unable to do anything since talking with Yumina, Player 5 slowly headed back.
"Mm."
Her hollow eyes didn't notice Player 7 right beside her.
Swipe—Player 7, eyes wide, brushed foreign matter from Player 5's shoulder with her finger.
...Black liquid?
Her blue eyes—star-like—analyzed the sticky, pitch-black gunk on her finger, invisible to others.
No, this is... chains.
Peering deep into the black muck revealed tiny chains endlessly entwining. Not even the thought of unbinding them arose.
Is this star power too...?
Like their hope-wielding force, the chain mass defied physics. But too alien to call kin.
Then Asmodeus's goal—could it be to claim magic girl power for themselves...?
Unknown ominous power's identity, but the mega-corp linked to Yumina's aim took shape.
But it's unstable. Despair can't beat hope.
Crack—Lightly clenching her fist, the magic girl shattered the oozing chains.
Rooted in despair, it posed no threat rivaling star power yet.
Need to watch more.
The assassin infiltrating evil's den held back rashness, quietly returning to her room. To strike fatally when they unwittingly bared their hearts.