Hikikomori Childhood Friend and Strip Poker
A few days had passed since Areum gave me that lactation handjob, and I was in Dalae's room with a controller in hand, running a co-op game alongside her.
"This is fucking brutal. Did they even make this thing to be beaten?"
"Well, the harder it is, the more popular it seems to get."
She tossed the line off in that same soft, drawling voice as always.
It was definitely a game I'd caught a few times lately as a YouTube thumbnail. Overseas, if I remembered right, it was already a full-blown sensation. She was probably trying to get the jump on the Korean YouTubers before they took the bait. I'd heard that on YouTube, speed is everything.
"You sure this is okay, though? Getting paid just to play a few rounds."
"Why wouldn't it be? There's nobody else I can ask. And I bet this video's going to pull a lot of views, too."
Among my childhood friends, I really was the only one who'd game with her. She wasn't the type to collab with other YouTubers, either.
Never leaving the house, taken to the extreme, is part of it too.
Either way, there was nothing wrong with making a little money. Turning down a favor for no reason would just be awkward.
"Then I won't say no."
"Mm. That's the right call."
Click. Click.
"Ah, there's a trap there, so watch out."
"Okay."
No matter how high the difficulty, we were childhood friends who'd been syncing up since we were kids. Cooperation like this, we could manage with our eyes closed.
We were locked in like that when a save point finally appeared, and for a moment the tension let up.
"Whew, that was brutal."
Dalae set her controller on the desk and stretched, and through the gap in her T-shirt the pink bra she was wearing caught my eye.
...I've already seen her naked, and here I am getting hard over nothing but underwear.
A woman's naked body is devastating, of course, but the real aesthetics of getting turned on only show themselves when something's still covered. The thrill of accidentally glimpsing underwear you don't normally get to see, and on top of that the anticipation of just how arousing the breasts wrapped up inside must be—I'd seen nothing but a bra strap, and already my imagination was swelling on its own.
Should I ask her to take it off in a little while?
Areum had declared herself my personal flesh toilet, but even so, asking her every single time pricked at my conscience. In that sense, this one—who looked like she'd only grudgingly go along with whatever I asked—was just about perfect.
And Dalae is hot in her own way, anyway.
The simple fact that a body that small came with breasts and an ass that big already set her apart from Areum. Areum, who affirmed everything about me and went along with any kind of play, was incredibly attractive—but Dalae, free-spirited in a catlike way, was plenty cute in her own right too.
"Fuck, I'm wiped..."
About two hours later, the ending credits were scrolling up the monitor. For an indie game the polish wasn't bad, but the grind had been so heavy my head felt fried. Either way, it had been fucking exhausting.
"Good work. Now I just edit it and upload sometime tomorrow."
She checked the recorded footage and let out a little hum of satisfaction. It must have come out fine. More to the point, now that we were done, I was itching to steer things somewhere dirty...
"So, from here, maybe a little..."
"What? You want to have sex?"
She smiled, all seduction, and tugged her T-shirt up to show me her bra.
"You kept staring at my chest the whole time we were playing. To think Yoo Sun turned into such a perverted little boy—this big sister is so sad."
"Big sister, my ass."
She was going along with it, at least. And she seemed interested in the dirty stuff in her own way. I was still turning over how to actually handle the sex itself when a brilliant idea hit me.
"...How about yagyuuken?"
The ultimate play, built to crank the aesthetics of getting turned on—the very thing I'd been thinking about a moment ago—up to a hundred and twenty percent. That was yagyuuken.
"Yagyuuken? I feel like I've heard of it... The rule where you take off one piece of clothing every time you lose, right?"
"You know your stuff."
Yagyuuken, strip mahjong, Gal's Panic... A clever little game where winning meant watching the woman in front of you gradually become naked. Incredibly exciting.
"But why yagyuuken, of all things? We've already seen everything there is to see of each other."
Dalae asked the obvious question, just as I'd expected. But if I laid the whole plan out here, there was a chance it'd kill the fun.
"Let's just try it. If we're stripping anyway, might as well make it fun."
"Hmm. I don't really mind."
She still seemed to have questions, but she went along with it for now.
We kept the game simple: poker. A one-on-one ruleset where you exchanged as many cards as you wanted, once, and then compared hands.
Shff.
I shuffled with practiced ease and dealt the cards out one by one in front of each of us.
Let's see, my hand...
Two of clubs and two of spades, five and nine of diamonds, and finally the ace of hearts. A trash hand right from the opening. There was a pair, sure, but it was the lowest possible—two twos—so if I stayed like this I was almost certainly going to lose. Better to dump the diamonds and chase three twos, or draw another ace and aim for two pair.
Let's read her face.
There's a reason they coined the term poker face. Reading what the other person is thinking can shut down a complicated mind game in an instant. But this time there were no chips—just poker that pitted luck against luck. No raises, no folds. A move like that would be nothing but cold comfort.
Dalae was staring at her hand with a vaguely unreadable expression. Had she not drawn anything good?
"Two-card change."
"Then I'll take three."
After swapping two, I drew an ace and completed two pair: aces and twos. Dalae, on the other hand, had a pair of sevens. I snatched the win by a hair.
"I win the first one. Strip."
"Ugh, this is secretly annoying."
Blushing, she started pulling off the T-shirt she was wearing. The moment she flung it onto the bed, the pink bra cupping those huge breasts came into view. Just thinking about peeling away that thin cloth—nowhere near enough to contain those tits—I couldn't stop getting hard.
"You're staring at my chest like crazy. If you want to see that badly, should I just take it off?"
"No. It only means something if I'm the one who strips you."
"Pride as stubborn as ever."
We played about four more rounds after that, and at last all that remained was the underwear covering the important parts. But I was a guy, so the only underwear I had was my briefs. Who knew a difference in sex would turn into a penalty.
Should I have at least come in wearing socks?
Still, losing like this wouldn't be so bad. Even with a giant cock, I had a masochistic streak that got off on being teased by a woman. Win or lose, I could enjoy getting plenty turned on. That was exactly why I'd suggested yagyuuken.
"One more win and it's over. Shall we see just how big Yoo Sun's cock really is?"
She'd probably thrown that line to provoke me, but all it did was make my cock even harder.
If I win, brace yourself. If I lose, brace yourself anyway.
Either way, Dalae was going to satisfy my cock in the end. Still, I'd rather win if I could.
The next hand that came in was four spades—enough to chase a flush. But there was no pair, so there was a real chance it'd turn into garbage.
A one-in-four gamble, huh.
The payoff if it hit would be that much sweeter. Born hung with a cock, I had no business being afraid of a gamble.
"One-card change."
In that tense moment, I reached quietly for the deck and drew a single card.
The card that came in—the queen of spades.
"Nice!"
"Hmm. Looks like you got a good hand?"
"Well, you could say that."
As she could see, I had a flush. She had two pair, so you could call it a pretty close fight.
"Th-then, guess I'll take it off."
A little embarrassed, color rising in her cheeks, Dalae slowly slipped out of her bra. This wasn't like last time, when she'd taken it off of her own accord. She was thinking of it as being stripped as the price of losing, so the shame had to be hitting pretty hard.
Jiggle.
A moment later those beautiful, flawless breasts came into view, and at the same time my cock swelled like it was about to tear straight through my briefs.
Now all that was left was one piece of underwear each. Whoever lost would have to pull theirs down and show the other their genitals.
"All right. From here, whoever wins gets to do whatever they want with the other."
"...You must be pretty confident? Making a proposal that bold."
"Who knows. It's more fun this way."
I hadn't made the offer because I was confident. Like I'd just said, I could relieve my lust whether I won or lost, so I was only pushing the rule that turned me on more.
Once Dalae agreed, I picked up the deck and started shuffling, carefully.