Chains Laden with Despair 2
"This makes three... hmm, four if you count the executor?"
Every night, I naturally stripped down to nothing. I tallied up the victims who'd swallowed the aphrodisiac pill for my futanari dick.
"Looks like there's no doctor after all, lucky me."
The pipe I'd been using diligently every night was still one-way only. Not a single package had come my way, even including tonight.
"As long as I don't stupidly pick myself in a one-on-one, no one's voting me out, and as mafia, victory is..." After tossing the onahole I'd used tonight, nothing would be left to stop mafia me from winning.
"Haa... just imagining it keeps me hard. Tonight's gonna be intense too...♡"
The sweet taste of victory hit me even before I dropped the pill into the pipe hole, making my futanari dick throb rock-hard.
"So, which hole to use tonight?"
I happily pondered whether to stuff the pill into hole 5 or 7. Back when I grabbed convenience store snacks, I'd always picked the lowest number, but now here I was, judging the quality of the merchandise.
"They both looked about the same in terms of meatiness. Probably feel similar too... but since 7 voted for 2 on my behalf, maybe save her for last as a reward."
Instead of letting my dangling dick flop around undecided, I chose to repay 7 for taking my side in the vote.
"It's all just a trick anyway."
Plop—Decision made, I dropped the aphrodisiac into hole 5.
The package was sent, and moments later, the door creaked open.
'I wonder what it feels like to wander around without leggings during the day.'
Savoring the freedom granted only to mafia, I strolled naked across the empty center, my skin tingling with liberation alongside my erect futanari dick.
Screech—Gripping the door ready for its guest, I pushed it open with ease.
"Hoo... huuuh..."
Breathy gasps leaked from lips that had swallowed the aphrodisiac, while hazy eyes, clouded by the potent fog, stared blankly past me into space.
"Taking it surprisingly well."
I'd expected some pointless struggling from the onahole, but 5 scooped up the pill with her filthier, rougher mouth more eagerly than most.
"Hmm? What's that...?"
Having barged into her room uninvited, I spotted some small pills on her desk.
"Sleeping pills. So you were the doctor."
I picked up the familiar pill marked with 'zzz'.
'That was close.'
With 2 gone—the one who'd run neck-and-neck with me—those sleeping pills getting delivered would've meant instant execution.
"Doesn't matter anyway."
Crunch—! I crushed the pill in my hand without effort.
"Something I learned in this game: the world doesn't go the way you think. No matter how hard you rack your brain, nothing turns out right."
Days of desperately clawing to escape, only sinking lower. Past games where scheming barely covered half the medical bills. And now, lugging around this ridiculous huge dick, on the cusp of a 100-million-won win...
The world's flow always veered off script.
"This body with the dick that horrified me at first glance in the mirror feels free now, the executions here are thrilling, and even this moment of eliminating you overflows with power."
Satisfaction welled up in my chest every time I swung my futanari dick freely. Maybe in the scenery I'd lived blindly my whole life, I was finally feeling true happiness.
"I... I couldn't do anything... so I did nothing..."
The loser mumbled excuses from heat-flushed lips. I could feel the weight of the chains coiled around 5's body.
"Come to think of it, you said you were abandoned by your parents too."
I approached 5, who shared my background, and sat beside her.
"The world... it's so damn unfair."
The arm I moved so casually was missing for someone else. There were people who'd never see the colors I took for granted. Just like we lacked the basic foundation of parents others had without question.
"I've heard the rumors. Gangs that pose as family to desperate folks, then hit them with debts for everything later—squeezing them dry without breaking the law."
Behind the glamorous pleasure districts, that filth festered. Cornered people were just easy prey.
"But trash like that is everywhere. I know from experience."
I recalled the part-time boss from middle school.
The one who'd readily hired an unskilled kid no one else would touch.
—'Your sister's sick, huh? So young and already struggling like this. Family comes first, right? Come work at my place.'
He'd pulled me from a miserable life aid money couldn't cover. Maybe even took a risk on me.
—'Aigoo, busy night. Can you help till dawn, Mina?'
Grateful for that sliver of hope, I wanted to repay him.
—'Sorry, Mina. My wife's sick...'
He'd cut me slack, understood my pain. Low-pay days made sense.
Time dragged on, money dwindled. Despite complaints of bad business, the register showed decent sales. I wanted to trust my benefactor. Nowhere else to go anyway.
—"I'll quit after today. Just pay what I earned minus shortages."
When I snagged a better gig, I decided to leave.
Selfish? Or had the gratitude worn thin?
"Good work, Mina."
The boss handed over a single envelope, face unchanged.
"...This is way too little, boss?"
I glared at the brazenly thin envelope—even short extra pay, it was insultingly skimpy—from my former savior.
"But that's the best I can do. Sigh... you know how it is. Even if business is good, wife's hospital bills eat it all as family."
His shameless attitude dredged up the tiresome lies I'd grown sick of.
"Your wife's not even sick, boss... she's out getting her hair done, hiring help... living fine!"
I unleashed the words I'd held back.
"Oh, you did your homework. Figured that out as a middle schooler? Impressive."
The face once lined with worry over his sick wife peeled away like wrapping to reveal a loathsome grin.
"Then you know your work was illegal too? Hits me too, but with a sister, it'd screw you worse."
His brazenness stemmed from leverage.
"Your new place is pretty close, huh? Makes sense—gotta juggle school and sister's hospital."
"How do you...?"
"This world's smaller than you think. Looks big to a kid like you."
First time blackmailed, my head burned, teeth chattering.
"So think of the shortfall as life-lesson tuition. Better for both of us, right? Wipe the slate clean and start fresh—life's brutally long."
His reality-spewing mouth wouldn't stop. Like he knew it all. Like it was obvious. Brazenly.
I wanted to rip that smile off—the same one from when he took me in. Smash that yapping mouth with the grill I'd scrubbed hundreds of times under him.
"Yes, boss..."
'Suing would lose more than I gain. Trouble for me means trouble for Mirae.'
But bound tight by reality's chains, I could do nothing. Helplessness cooled my head.
"Work hard elsewhere. You'll do fine, Mina."
Thanks to him, I learned a big lesson: the world is just users and the used.
That's why I couldn't let go of my sister. If even I abandoned her, Mirae would have nothing and no one.
*
"So yeah, I've thought about it sometimes. Wouldn't it be easier to just sell myself like you?"
Knowing it led to ruin, the temptations from back alleys still tasted sweet.
"But I didn't want to sink that low. How embarrassing if sis sold her body. Obvious what it'd do to my sister growing up under her."
I didn't let my heart get filthy in the abyss. Always gritted my teeth, thrashed to escape.
"I did my best... no other way..."
Her limp mouth spat lame excuses.
"Our situations are similar anyway, fallen this far."
Different lives, different choices, but on the same bed in this game arena—we weren't so different.
"But you, spreading your legs for customers, can only greet me as one now... while I, who stood up and stepped forward, trample you with this magnificent dick and claim victory...!"
When someone in this arena saw despair, I glimpsed hope. Never gave up till the end—that's how I rose.
Looking down at her pathetic life, unable even to lift a finger, tossing sleeping pills aside, I felt pride.
"No matter what, nothing changes... nothing..."
The chains rattled clank clank... grating on my ears as she circled the same spot.
"...Too chatty for an onahole. Guess I'll use this hole instead."
I chose her upper hole, leaking more annoying noise than her worn-out pussy.
Grabbing her gasping head, I lifted it easily.
"Again...?"
A sigh near resignation escaped. Her cloudy eyes replayed the past.
"First futanari with a dick like this for you. I'll make it your unforgettable first time."
To shatter her defiled past, I thrust my proudly erect futanari dick before her hazy eyes.
"...H-huh? D-dick? No way it's this big...?"
The surreal size of my futanari dick, its majestic form burned into her eyes, yanked her mind back to reality.
Her shocked gaze traced from glans down the shaft.
"Perfect expression...♡"
"Guh...♡ Guhuk...?!"
Now it was mouth-pussy prime time—I shoved my erect dick in.