The Outcasts 2: "Am I the Mafia...?"
"Am I the mafia...?"
Player 6 couldn't accept the results at all. Her trembling eyes captured the faces of everyone who had pressed the vote button one by one.
"Didn't everyone vote for Player 1? Why did I get picked?"
Player 7 was just as baffled by the vote results. But the thick beam of light pouring from the ceiling accurately illuminated Player 6's seat. Whether she accepted it or not, the vote's outcome was merciless.
All the lights went out except for the execution platform, granting speaking rights only to Player 6, who had received the most votes.
"Don't bullshit me! Why the hell would I lose to that rapist bitch! Did you idiots really get suckered by Player 2's crap?!"
Her head boiling after the cop got hanged, Player 6 unleashed a torrent of vicious curses at the other players.
Right after the lava-hot barrage of insults passed, the next procedure arrived. Those who had voted now got the chance to decide the fate of the execution candidate.
Beep- Beep- Beep-
Everyone in the shadows pressed their buttons as if they'd been waiting.
"W-Wait a second!"
Player 6's face went pale as the scales tipped heavily to one side. She flailed her arms belatedly.
"I only joined this game because of the light! I don't want much! Just give me 20 million won! You can have the rest, even 80 million...!"
The sensation of being pushed off a cliff—she bared even the reason for participating that she hadn't revealed during introductions, drowned in terror.
"This is rigged too, right?! It's all a scripted scenario! Answer me if you're watching!"
The defeated player, with no escape, screamed at the speakers where the announcements had come from.
"Pfft, what a fucking moron."
Unable to hold back her laughter any longer, Player 3 mocked the loser's desperate plea.
"What?"
"You're useless now. Citizens don't need a cop who just sucks up prize money. The jackpot's up to 100 million won, you dumb bitch."
As Player 3 said, catching the futanari mafia was just part of the game. If five citizens remained, it was 20 million; two, 50 million; alone, a whopping 100 million.
The prize is max 100 million—only if you're the sole survivor. It's not just the mafia that needs to thin the numbers.
As the host had said, we were desperate enough to cling to any rotten rope. Reducing the headcount to maximize our own payout was essential.
And if someone gets raped by the futanari tonight, Player 1's confirmed as one.
With one cop already marked. The others no longer needed to rely on her.
"Heh heh, too lucky for your own good. Thanks, Officer~"
"Y-You... fucking bitches!"
Player 6 gnashed her teeth, cursing the players who had abandoned her.
Some for their own survival. Others for greater gain. Those who had sent her to the platform didn't waver and proceeded with the execution.
Whirr-
A chair equipped to bind limbs rose from the center of the round table. Even an idiot could guess what happened if you sat there.
"I don't accept this fucking game!"
Clatter!
With execution decided, Player 6 bolted from her seat. She frantically searched the arena with no visible exit for a hole.
-......
As the participant tried to disrupt the game's flow, the woman the man had summoned in the alleyway emerged. Her outfit was far more humiliating than my leggings. But with the goggles gone, her hollow eyes held not a shred of emotion.
The emotionless executor walked toward the execution target with mechanical clicks, like a doll pulled by strings.
"Get away from me!"
Having witnessed Player 4's horrific end, Player 6 resisted fiercely. Desperate to survive, she tried to flee through the hole the executor had come from, wherever it led.
Crack-
"Aaaagh!!"
The executor grabbed the fugitive's arm and subdued her in an instant. She bound both arms as easily as playing with a plush doll stuffed with cotton. Dragging her appropriately restrained toward the chair prepared for dropouts, she corrected the derailed flow.
Muscles and build are similar, but no match at all. Those women in that attire are basically guards or soldiers.
Watching Player 6 being pitifully dragged to the platform highlighted the power gap. Same gender, but utterly overwhelming.
Click- Click-
She fixed both arms and legs to the chair.
Whirr-
With the necessary steps complete, machinery descended from the ceiling. Seeing the large cannon-like body narrowing to a thin barrel at the end gave a bad premonition.
"Stop...! Please! I'll live right from now on, no mistakes!"
Sensing her end, the debtor begged the cold metal mass.
ZZZing-!
A thin purple beam like a needle pierced through her belated plea from the needle-like muzzle. Dazzling pink light fiercely burrowed into the crotch clearly visible through her leggings.
"Urghh!? Hiiik!?"
With limbs bound, Player 6 couldn't escape her seat, enduring the humiliating torture in her wide-open pussy. Every moment of the laser searing her drew groans near screams. The dry-looking leggings instantly absorbed moisture, glistening slickly. Her teeth and pupils shook violently, sweat pouring like a waterfall, but the machine showed no sign of stopping.
"Oh, ooh...! Ooook!"
As it seared, surging pleasure made her sealed lips melt gooily. When her clit stood erect, the precise laser focused there intensely. Losing all reason, she devolved into a beast, howling savagely.
-"Looks nicely cooked. Nothing beats watching a loudmouth sow squeal like a pig."
With the host's satisfied voice, the beam cut off.
"Heh... Huuuh..."
Even after the pink thread snapped, Player 6 couldn't fix her flipped skirt. Her body shuddered from the lingering aftershocks. Like the first dropout Player 4, she could only breathe—unable to continue the game.
Whirr-
The chair sank into the floor beneath with the motionless dropout aboard. Retrieved from the arena.
-"See you on the next day, then."
Pop-
With the headcount reduced once more, Day 2's daytime ended. Lights came on in each room for the night.
"...Pathetic either way."
"You're too harsh..."
"After being dragged away... No, don't think about it."
Whether dropped out day or night, destroying human dignity was much the same. Everyone stared at the empty center with grim expressions.
But not all were despairing.
"Um..."
Player 1, who had nearly taken the chair instead, placed a hand on my shoulder and spoke.
"Thanks for saving me earlier."
"I only spoke of possibilities. The vote result had nothing to do with my words."
"Still, thank you for speaking up. It was such a comfort."
Player 1 pressed a hand to her chest in gratitude.
"As Player 3 said, no reason to speak up if thinking of the prize... Mind if I ask why?"
She asked why I risked danger to defend her, suspected as mafia.
"I don't think you're the futanari who got Player 4 dropped."
"Really?"
"Someone who joined this dangerous game for family wouldn't do something so cruel."
"Right, you said hospital bills."
"Yes, surgery soon or it's dangerous."
Family is precious. I understood even a mother's heart with a child. Thinking of my little sister alone in the hospital room, I could do anything like her.
"I see. Hope you win and get her treated."
"Hope you do well too, Sora."
We wished blessings within the bond of family.
"May I have your name?"
Our hearts opening, the distance closed without stopping.
"I'm Yumirae."
The reason I'm here. I gave my sister's name, fading on the bed.
"Yumirae... Pretty name."
"One of a kind in the world."
"Let's win together, Yumirae."
"Yes, Sora."
In this barren game of money and life, we shook hands over the word family.
"What do you think tomorrow brings?"
"With Player 6—who pegged you as futanari—gone, headcount probably stays the same."
"Then..."
"Citizens voting each other out without mafia. A vote war."
Before night fell, we foresaw the next day in the shadows.
*
"Does she see through everything...? This is getting exciting..."
A mechanical eye flashed red, devouring the arena screen. The heavy mechanical arm clanked with anticipation.
"What're you staring at so hard? Another magic girl gangbang show? Youth's nice, but... ugh... bone-tiring? Nah, you're half-machine half-cripple, so rusting, maybe?"
Her colleague, never idle with hands or mouth, ogled the man's head from behind. Star-like pupils and the barcode under her eye set her apart from normals.
"Shut your trap, Snatcher. And how many times have I told you not to eat snacks in the monitoring room?"
"But... mmm... young bodies take it without tiring. Original owner seemed to love munching too. Good match, I guess. Nom."
The loser's body was used for another's convenience. Body-snatching was trivial for the megacorp ruling the world.
"Experiment going smooth?"
"Nah, entering Day 3 soon, but no signs of hatching yet."
"What, then why the creepy grin? You know what happens if we don't deliver. Not time to relax. Boss is reaching his limit."
"Not time to leisurely munch snacks either."
Still far from the experiment's goal. No fruitful results amid failures.
"But seems a decent specimen slipped into the game. Felt it from the start... Might show something fun."
"You praising a woman? Rare. But no core for the extras anyway. Can't cum without a dick."
Only the mafia with special body and core among participants could seize awakening chance. No seed, no sprout.
"Even if you like her, can't force her into next game. Success or not, body snatched like mine leaves just a shell. Plus, messing with civilians pisses off the boss."
Snatcher spread her arms, flaunting her borrowed body. Hollowed-out shell, no different from civilian.
"We'll see how it plays out. Day 3 soon. Perfect chance to test core aptitude too."
Night deepened amid laughter laced with varied expectations.