A Heart That Wants to Protect 1
The game arena's ceiling lights had all gone out, plunging it into a darkness no different from the real night's. To move through it, we had to rely on the faint glow embedded in the floor.
Thud. Thud.
Only one participant leisurely emerged from her room.
What the hell is this...? What did they do to me?
The first time that forearm-thick cock had sprouted from her lower body, the emotion it stirred was utter confusion. And when she learned she had to use that monstrous thing to rape other players and force them out of the game, despair turned her mind bone-white.
An aphrodisiac... and a heat inducer for futanari?
Blinded by pitch-black ignorance, she had no choice but to trust the pills provided. On the first night, she sent one to her target and swallowed the heat inducer prepared for futanari herself. Her vision blurred, her consciousness drifting like sleepwalking. She couldn't clearly remember what happened next. But a deep-seated sensation of intense pleasure lingered in her body. And the morning after was a scene of horror.
The victim's pussy, endlessly gushing semen from her own vicious cock. The crushed, mangled mind from the repeated rapes.
Did I do this?
She couldn't believe she'd committed such acts. Her hands, which had taken the heat inducer and aphrodisiac the night before, trembled wildly. She tried to suppress her desires, telling herself this wasn't right. But spending time with participants whose cunts were fully exposed, watching pussies ripen and squirt under pink lasers—her leggings barely concealed her erection, threatening to tear.
Enduring a full game day as a futanari was torture. She finally tore off the suffocating leggings binding her lower body. The grotesque cock, larger than any man's, stood tall and erect. Licking her lips at the thought of finally ravaging a drug-soaked pussy with this monstrous thing, precum drooled uncontrollably as she approached the room of tonight's companion.
Creeeak.
The futanari gripped the door and pulled it open. The lock had disengaged the moment she sent the pill.
"Haa... haa..."
Player 3, the room's owner, had swallowed the aphrodisiac from the futanari. It spread through her body in minutes. She lay disheveled on the bed, hot damp breaths escaping, her dazed eyes staring into space.
"You took my gift. Well, after seeing that during the day, how could you resist?"
The futanari smiled contentedly at her prey, who had meekly accepted the drug without resistance.
"Y-you..."
Only upon hearing the voice did she look at the rapist invading her room.
"Why... why me...?"
Player 3 questioned the unexpected target.
"Because... I've hated that mouth of yours from the start. How many families' happiness did you destroy with it?"
The futanari lifted the scammer's flushed face with one hand. Riiip. Her other hand shredded the clothes effortlessly.
"S-stop... pleeease..."
The prey, too weakened to even twitch a finger, couldn't resist at all.
"Still, that hole looks just right for use. I wonder how tight a scam artist's throat gets... ♡"
The futanari gripped her bulging cock. Even her prey's pitiful voice was just sweet seasoning for tonight's pleasure.
"You've only held back a little, and you're already going mad, right? Balls full of backed-up cum... haa... ♡"
Even naked, she couldn't contain the searing heat rising from her cock. Her whole body itched to expel the boiling semen.
"Lucky for you, there's a perfect hole to dump it in."
Squelch. Squelch.
She thrust her massive futanari cock, too much for any normal person, grabbing the head and shoving it deep into the throat.
"G-guhk...!"
The unswallowable cock pierced her throat. A grotesque discord of mangled flesh and choking gasps escaped. Tears welled in the eyes of the scammer who once smiled sweetly with wicked schemes.
"I'm gonna cum it all, so take it well—no wasting if it overflows."
The futanari thrilled at the scammer's agonized expression. Unable to restrain her rising sadism, she shook the gripped head.
"...! ...♡!?"
A long night began, where no screams of agony or sweet moans could escape.
*
The locked doors opened, and someone shone a light to signal the start of day. Three of us emerged, standing before the door of the one who hadn't come out alone.
"Player 3...?!"
We gathered at the room of the player who had spectacularly betrayed her ally the day before, taking in the gruesome sight.
……
The futanari mafia's prey lay on the bed, belly bloated to the point she couldn't rise alone. Forced contents refluxed from her throat, spilling from her mouth. Her unfocused eyes were trapped in last night. Even if conscious, she was in no state to speak properly.
"They did something truly awful... So you were the mafia, Player 7."
"W-what?"
Player 1 glared straight at Player 7 amid the room reeking of semen.
"What did I tell you, Mirae? I said she was suspicious from the start."
"……"
Player 1 smugly confirmed her suspicions to me, her former ally.
"I-I would never do something like this!"
Hanna bolted from the horrific scene, shedding the false accusation.
"Even if you deny it, Mirae knows you're the cock-wielding mafia. She even told me on day three we'd take you out together."
Seizing the advantage, Player 1 grabbed my hand and pushed with numbers.
"So... you've been targeting me from the beginning? You kept trying to protect Player 1... Wait, does that mean unnie is mafia?"
Hanna's eyes trembled with distrust at the mafia's revival, against my claims.
No matter what I say, it won't matter.
I knew I couldn't change Hanna's needle-sharp gaze, but my chest ached.
"Hanna, just remember what I told you yesterday. That's enough."
"Yesterday...?"
I conveyed one message to the trembling Hanna.
—I'll handle it. So choose whoever you want. It doesn't matter.
A small comfort left to my young sister, not yet ready to trample others and rise. That alone got us safely through day four.
"How can I believe that?! That I can just do nothing?! That's why I came this far...!"
Hanna, who had stood from her hospital bed on her broken leg, shouted fiercely.
"Come on, let's vote. We all know who's going today."
Player 1 took the lead, sitting first. With few left and victory near, she showed no prior frailty.
"……"
"D-don't trust anyone... Then who...?"
Hanna and I followed, sitting as the voting terminals lit up.
Beep. Beep.
Player 1 and I, side by side, pressed immediately.
Beep.
Hanna hesitated, swallowed hard, then pressed.
Flash.
"Wha... what?"
The light descended over Hanna, who had the most votes.
"We won, Mirae! You fooled her to the end. You almost fooled me too. Thank goodness..."
Player 1 cheered in the darkened arena.
Hanna's final statement time arrived on the execution platform.
"You told me to trust you...! Liar! Traitor!! What kind of unnie are you!!"
She glared at me, the one who'd given her a sliver of hope, tears brimming. Even knowing it was inevitable, my heart stung.
Beep. Beep.
The terminals lit again; Player 1 and I pressed simultaneously.
"No... save me..."
Hanna huddled at the table, hiding from the world, terrified of the approaching executor and execution device.
Silence stretched after the vote. The executor didn't appear.
"What? Why is it taking so...?"
Player 1 broke the quiet, checking the result board with a sigh.
"Huh...?"
Hanna lifted her head to look.
Votes split evenly into separate boxes.
One to eliminate, one to protect—Player 7 survives.
The simultaneous votes had gone to different boxes. One to oust, one to shield—Hanna escaped elimination.
"I told you. It doesn't matter who you pick."
"Mina-unnie..."
As long as I kept opposing, I could protect Hanna in the vote.
"Mirae, why are you shielding her...?"
Player 1 stared at me, uncomprehending my opposition.
"Hmm..."
She pondered why I'd betrayed her.
Flash.
Meanwhile, all central lights went out, night falling.
"Night again... Guess it doesn't matter."
Player 1 shrugged, deeming it pointless to think further.
"Acting so half-hearted will cost you everything. Your precious ones, even yourself. Not that the outcome will change. Have a good night."
As a parental senior from a shattered home, Player 1 left advice before entering her room.
"Mina-unnie, why did you do this?"
Hanna approached me, who'd voted to protect her at the end.
"So you'll believe I'm not mafia."
I smiled faintly at the surviving Hanna.
"Tomorrow, let's vote out mafia together."
"But tomorrow..."
"It's fine. Nothing will happen tonight."
I stroked Hanna's worried head and entered my room.
—Everything necessary was done. Even if things changed midway, no regrets.
With resolve complete, I approached the desk with the delivery tube. I held the small gift from day one.
Plop.
A pill arrived atop the desk, as if awaiting me.
"Of course. She never imagined I'd defy her."
The pink pill marked with a heart—its effects were obvious once swallowed.
Gulp.
I swallowed the pill sent by Player 1, the futanari.
"Kuhk..."
A scorching heat, enough to melt her brain, surged from her throat where the tiny pill had gone down.