Between Despair and Hope 1
"She voted for herself at the very end...?"
My mouth hung open in disbelief. I stared at Player 7, who had chosen suicide, with wide eyes.
"What the hell was the point of that..."
No matter who Player 7 voted for, it wouldn't have made much difference. Whether she got executed by me, the mafia, at night after a tied vote became invalid, or took her own life during the day with a suicide vote... the end result was the same: she'd be eliminated, and I'd win.
But I couldn't wrap my head around her choice to gracefully accept defeat and hang herself on the execution platform.
[Final Plea]
Pop—
All the lights went out, and a spotlight poured down on Player 7, who had made the extreme choice.
"This ends the game. You won't have to pull the trigger anymore, Player 1."
Player 7 had stopped me—the futanari—from committing more sins. She wanted to end the mafia game, which had dragged on to day 5, with this daytime vote.
For someone she's never even met?
I couldn't comprehend such an absurd action with my rational mind. Once you're in the game, the prize money—and yourself—should come first above all else.
How could she make a choice like that?
Player 7's suicide vote was nothing like the joint victory I'd shared with Hanna in the previous game.
Are all the kids hunting magic girls just messed up in the head?
To me, someone who desperately needed the prize money, it looked like childish heroics swayed by baseless rumors.
[Execution Vote]
Despite Player 7's tearful sacrifice, once her short speech ended, the lights on our devices flickered back on.
Beep—
Player 7, who had steeled herself for sacrifice, pressed the button without hesitation.
Of course she'd vote to execute herself.
Beep—
So I had no choice but to press mine too.
[Execution Invalid Due to Tie]
Execution and opposition votes tangled together, preventing the execution machine from appearing.
"A tie..."
The game would drag on into the night. Player 7 fell silent as she checked the results board.
"You can't just end it on your whim. Who the hell do you think you're saving, you onahole?"
My vote crushed Player 7's will and halted the game's end.
"Whether the game ends or not is up to me, the mafia—not some onahole. All you have to do tonight is satisfy my dick to the best of your ability."
I grinned brightly in the darkness of the night.
"So even your heart has fallen in the end."
Player 7 looked at me with disappointed eyes. Her starry eyes, shining faintly like the night sky, pierced right through me. Beyond her anger at this insolent onahole who couldn't read the room, she was peering into my depths.
"If the outcome's the same anyway, wouldn't it be better to enjoy it? My dick's already throbbing at the thought of sending you that aphrodisiac pill...♡"
A deep sense of powerlessness spread through my chest, but I was done just letting days slip by. With my rock-hard dick, I anticipated what came next. How would that composed face get mangled by my hideous cock? How tightly would she clench if I pinned her body down and forced it in? Since it was the last night anyway, I could ruin her to my heart's content. If all these thoughts and feelings had turned into this game, I was satisfied.
"Look forward to the final gift I'll send you tonight."
I bid farewell to the last remaining onahole and returned to my room with the aphrodisiac pill.
—
"This means victory."
I pulled one pill from the box full of them. My mind drowned in bliss, a laugh bubbling up unbidden.
"Not only do I get the 100 million won prize, but I get to rape an onahole who doesn't even like the money... everything's mine."
If I just sent this pill, I could fix my little sister's heart and satisfy my sadism and lust with this magnificent dick.
"I'm so glad I joined the game."
I didn't know who the organizers were or what their goal was, but gratitude and ecstasy welled up inside me. Just thinking about dismissing it as a rumor and going back to my office job made my heart sink.
Thud—
To reward the audience watching through the cameras, I sent the pill.
"I hope you don't put that aphrodisiac in your mouth. Even for a massive corporation, it's too potent—the reaction would be boring."
Like tossing a coin in a fountain and making a wish, I voiced my personal desire.
Clunk—
The door opened without me even needing to wait, as if saying there was no time to lose.
"Since it's the last night, maybe I should dress up out of courtesy. With the leftover prize money, I'll go shopping with my sister."
I took off my leggings, threw on a top that could get dirty now without issue, and headed out feeling lighthearted. A bright future awaited once this long night ended.
—
In the central area, Player 7 emerged from her room just like me, coming out to greet me.
"As expected, you didn't take it."
The heart-shaped aphrodisiac pill I'd sent via pipe sat plainly in Player 7's hand.
"I never intended to follow the game's rules from the start."
Crunch—!
She crushed the pill along with the absolute rules of the game, proving her resolve.
"You're really full of yourself..."
Her childish defiance grated on me to the end, but on the other hand, I was relieved the aphrodisiac had turned to powder. A twisted smile curled my lips, and my dick twitched.
"Normally, an executor would come out, pin you down for breaking the rules, and smear you flat like dough... but heh, looks like I get to do it myself."
The mafia game arena was packed with toys for fun. The nights I'd spent with my futanari dick had all been satisfying.
"Rules set by villains only apply in this darkness anyway. And what do you plan to do winning with that hideous body?"
Her arrogant finger pointed at my stiffly erect dick. She looked at me—who'd worked so hard with this body—with pity and disdain.
"Those eyes... I don't like them..."
Her gaze, treating me like a loser when victory was one step away, filled me with loathing. The eyes of bystanders who judged without knowing... /
"Mina's working so hard."
"She's pulled all-nighters plenty of times and never been late once."
The day my efforts to hide it for months finally slipped. Rumors spread uncontrollably.
"But isn't working a middle school part-time job illegal?"
"She must need the grades for something like that."
"Total straight-A student."
My suffocating life was being gossiped about overhead, tightening around my throat.
"Still, the part-time pay must be more than her dad's allowance."
"Maybe I'll ask Mina to hook me up for a secret summer job."
While I buried my face in despair on the floor, the others lounged in comfortable homes, basking in plenty. Most didn't even realize it.
—...
"Seeing her work so hard, she'd make a great student council president if only her family had money..."
"It's sad she has to juggle school and work."
"Mina's so pitiful doing part-time—let's not report her. She has nothing without it."
I remembered every one of those eyes that pecked at me mercilessly, only sprinkling pity at the end. Their compassion always gutted my chest. It left scars that wouldn't fade no matter how many times I tried to erase them. /
"Yeah, those eyes that made me miserable... they used to torment and enrage me so much."
Reliving the past right before victory felt like chewing sand.
"But honestly, it wasn't suffering that hurt."
My head had grown bigger. Now, with my dick swollen from erections here, I finally understood.
"What I wanted was to crush those eyes I hated. To trample the hands that tossed me coins without ever reaching out, and make them suffer."
The sensation of freely swinging the chains that had bound my body in this game arena lingered in my brain, making me miss the quiet days. Ejaculating into them until their cunts were filled with cum, never to rise from the abyss again—it was thrilling. The quiver of their napes trembling at my fingertips was indescribably electric.
"That's why I'm going to rape you and reclaim my true self. Winning this game means taking back the life that was stolen from me."
Victory after long suffering brought tears of emotion.
"I thought you'd make a better choice. Our paths in life were different, but perhaps... we could have been allies."
Player 7, who had listened quietly, now turned away from me—finally climbing from the depths to the light—and looked up at the ceiling.
"What the hell do you know, rambling like that? You can't even call me by my real name, just 'Player 1'?"
Revulsion surged at her pretentious drivel.
"I don't know who you are either, and I don't care. So shut up with the bullshit and get eliminated already. Satisfy me with the prize money for my sister and your pussy...!"
Since you're a participant anyway, you're just an onahole for the futanari and prey for the mafia. She still rubbed me the wrong way to the end.
I need to make sure she never speaks again. Then use every hole until they're all loose. The night won't end anyway...♡
Still, through my futanari dick's perspective, I could find use even in that unlucky mouth.
"...You're right. I never gave you my name."
Was she finally going to introduce herself after teasing it? She placed her hand proudly on her chest.
"My name is Side."
Her voice carried an inexplicable pride as she revealed her name.
"...Side?"
A foreigner?
It was a familiar three-letter format like those around us, but utterly alien.
What am I supposed to do with that?
I couldn't even muster a proper reaction to the unfamiliar name.
"S-Side...!?"
Unlike the bored reactions in the game arena, Snatcher—who'd been watching like a morning drama—went wide-eyed.
"Mind, Side, Porter...! Side of all people!"
One of the worst magic girls among those opposing Asmodeus. Side had a notorious reputation against the massive corporation aiming for world domination.
"Wh-what do I do?! Should I catch Side quick? Or prioritize protecting Yumina...? Calling HQ would take too long!!"
Snatcher clutched his overheating head and spun in circles at the sudden intruder—a big shot, no less.
"How the hell did a magic girl even get in?! I wiped everything clean, even accounting for Mind! No one in the world knows except the half-cripple and the boss!"
Snatcher felt the world's injustice hit him full force. Meanwhile, time ticked on.
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"Cadere"
⟨ Transformation ⟩
"Kyahhh...! She transformed!"
A sickeningly bright light flowed into the monitor.