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The place Master led me down to was an illegal gambling den. It handled every kind of gambling imaginable—from simple draws and flower cards to poker, board games, flame cards, and even online horse racing. Nothing was off-limits. The entrance masqueraded as a single-story grocery store, but in reality, it plunged four floors underground, a massive operation.
"This place sees astronomical sums change hands every day. It's the most profitable venture in all my businesses," Master explained as we rode the elevator. I committed every detail to memory: the revenue streams, customer acquisition strategies, and layers of security.
"Pros are essential for hooking new customers. They're valuable assets." Scattered throughout were the 'pros' Master had recruited—professional gamblers whose job it was to manipulate win rates. They'd throw games on purpose or pull off dramatic comebacks, all to maximize the house's profits.
"Ah, we should check out Paradise. It's our top earner, after all." Midway through his explanation, Master suddenly mentioned Paradise and changed direction. I trailed behind him for about ten minutes until we reached a shop with a massive sign reading Paradise. The moment we stepped inside, I understood why it bore that name.
"Ha-ahng♥ Hng♥ Hnng! Hnngh!♥" Mating cries echoed from every corner. This was a heaven on earth for winners. High-rollers who'd cleared a certain threshold got complimentary drugs, women, and gourmet feasts as a 'congratulations.'
"Kukukuk. Business is booming today. Looks like quite a few big winners." About twenty-four men were indulging in ecstasy here, Master said. Eleven of them were fresh-faced rookies, new to the den. Their indulgence stemmed from a trick called 'beginner's luck.'
"Beginner's luck—meaning the pros let 'em win big on purpose. Once they taste this place, they can't stay away." The den's ironclad rule: first-timers won 1.5 times their stake, second visits tripled it, and third-timers hit tenfold. Greed took over, bets escalated, and eventually, they'd pour their life savings into the pit, ending in ruin.
"Watch closely. See how a ten-bagger loses his mind." Master and I settled into the Paradise control room, observing via monitors. The customers, drunk on their windfalls, had abandoned all restraint, gorging on women and drugs.
"That guy there—looks like he's been worked over. Keep an eye on him." Master pointed to a man on monitor one. I followed his gaze.
The man on screen was listening to three women in sheer black stockings and plunging necklines.
"Congratulations, sir. At Royal Club, we offer our Paradise service free of charge to guests who've earned ten times their stake or more. Please enjoy."
"Uh, s-so... I just go inside?"
"Yes. Pick one of us you like, and she'll assist with your service."
"Ahaha. Pick? Hmm~ You're all such beauties. Hehe..."
He scratched his head, hesitating, then chose the bustiest one. The others bowed ninety degrees, murmuring, "Enjoy your time," before vanishing. His pick linked arms with him, smiling sweetly as she led him deeper into Paradise.
"Let me help you change~♥ Thanks for picking me...♥" Her voice dripped with sultry moans. He gulped, eyes locked on her cleavage. She stripped him methodically, stacking his clothes in a locker, then draped a robe over his naked body and whispered in his ear.
"Let's get wild♥ Together♥"
"Hng... Y-yeah? Hehe."
He flashed a dopey grin, hastily hiding his half-erect cock. She led him further, past the changing room into a hallway lined with Paradise staff bowing deeply in welcome.
"Congratulations, sir."
"We salute your skill. Welcome."
"Lady Luck and the God of Wealth are with you. Congratulations."
"Our respects, sir."
Each one bowed with eye contact, showering him with deference. His shoulders swelled with pride. Sweet talk or not, after a tenfold win, it all rang true to him.
"Sir...♥ Let me melt away your fatigue...♥" The hallway opened to a lavish bathroom, where two naked women prostrated in doe pose to greet him. His cock now stood rigid at ninety degrees.
"Wh-who are they...?"
"Mmm~♥ Your relaxation aides...♥ Just lie down there♥"
She ramped up the coquetry. He lay on the mat, cock throbbing. The women oiled up and rubbed their bodies against his.
"Hoooh!! Haaahhh..."
He moaned in bliss as their ample breasts grazed him, body shuddering. She stripped, planted her tits on his face, and wetted his hair with the showerhead.
"Our mighty sir...♥ Time for a wash~♥"
His view blocked by breast, he nodded dumbly. She gave a deep-pressure shampoo while the aides sucked his cock, toes, and pits.
"Hngoo! Haaht! G-gonna cum!"
The aide pulled off with a lewd smile, swallowing his pre-cum. "Save it for later—you'll blow a huge load~♥"
"Krrgh..."
His cock twitched at her promise. He clenched his fists, enduring twenty minutes of heavenly torment. The aides bowed, thanking him for his 'effort.'
"Hehe♥ Time for dinner."
She tugged him along to a room with antique decor, a grand round table, and ornate chairs. Most striking: five naked women in doe pose, greeting him.
"Welcome, Master♥"
He gawked, mouth agape, but puffed up with bravado and sat.
"Sir, may we serve dinner?" A deep voice accompanied a knock the moment he sat. He waved regally: "Come in." A serving cart rolled in, pushed by a man who bowed deeply.
"An honor to serve."
He plated the food. One nude woman lay on the table center; he arranged tuna sashimi, salmon, and more atop her body.
"..."
He alternated stares between beauty and feast, swallowing hard. The server departed with a "Call if needed."
"Hehe♥ Master~♥ Try a bite~"
Beauties flanked him. One fed him chopstick bites; another blew on hot soup. A third massaged his shoulders, kissing his crown; the last sucked his cock to heat things up.
"Kahahaha! Who's next?!"
Thirty minutes in, drunk, he aped around. Chewing, he sought a feeder. An idol-like beauty on his left clung, begging.
"Ooom...♥ Mmm♥ Hooom...♥"
He crushed her mouth in a kiss, passing the chewed food. She took it without flinching.
"Master~♥ Sauce here too~"
The other thrust out her breast, nipple coated in white cream. He slurped it, thumbs-upping.
"Nipple flavor's the best~ Kehihihihi!"
"Mmm~♥ More here♥"
The onslaught continued. The table woman pointed to her navel, topped with jelly. He lapped it up.
"M-me too! Semen please~ Slurp! Slurp! Slurp! Slurp! Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!"
The under-table sucker vacuumed relentlessly. Mid-sashimi, he gaped and erupted.
"Aah-! Not yet! More fun ahead~♥"
She pouted, thumping his chest lightly. He roared with laughter, yanking her close to suckle her nipple. She moaned, nips erect.
"Mmm♥ Guess...♥ We move on...♥"
His eyes bloodshot with lust, she led him staggering to a room stocked with adult toys.
"Master♥ Check all your tastes~"
She handed him a laminated sheet: positions, outfits, looks, scenarios, playstyles. He marked 'missionary,' 'anal,' 'nurse,' 'hero,' 'idol face,' 'M tendencies.'
"Hehe♥ Our story experts will set it up to your prefs~ I'll service while you wait...♥"
She blew him, pinching nips, rimming his ass with legs hoisted.
"Hoooh! Krghooo!"
Pre-cum drooled as he writhed. Ten minutes later, the door slid open. Five nurses in garter-mesh slutwear entered, doge-posing in greeting. The center one rose.
"Master♥ You're the world's sole savior now. Humanity needs your semen as the virus antidote. Our mission: extract it maximally♥"
Ridiculous roleplay—childish drivel that'd make anyone snort. But he ate it up.
"Keehihihihi. Yeah, my cum saves the world~"
"Yes♥ Pump out loads to save us...♥"
She approached; the others encircled, servicing.
"Slurp! Sluuurp! Sluuurp! Sluuurp! Sluuurp! Sluuurp! Sluuurp! Sluuurp! Sluuurp!"
"Shluuuurp... Shluuurp... Mmm... Ooom...♥"
The room filled with obscene symphony. Varied perversions: alcohol swabs kissed, stethoscope on cock praised for 'strong pulse.' Then blowjob relay; ass swabbed and tongued.
"Master...♥ Hang in there. Your fresh semen is vital for humanity♥"
The leader commentated, lewd praise eroding his mind.
"Injection time~ Might sting~"
As he zoned, a nurse jabbed his arm—not meds, but drugs.
"Hngoooooh!!"
The high hit fast. Eyes rolled back in rapture; aides intensified, begging his load.
"Smooch smooch smooch smooch"
Injection girl sucked the prick-site. Ass-girl buried her face, tongue-fucking deep. Another PET-bottled his cock for collection, jerking furiously. Leader whispered filth.
"Squirt squirt, blow blow...♥ Your semen becomes antidote for celebs, pols, chaebols—everyone craves it...♥"
"Hooht! Hoooohhh!!!"
He exploded from assplay and handjob. Leader onomatopoeia'd his spurts; collector sniffed, "Master's cum smells so fresh~"
"Hoo~~ Hoo~~"
Injection girl hot-breathed his ass, then dosed again. Neurons fried anew, drool flowing; swab-girl switched to nips, licking.
"Hooh... Hoooh..."
Eyes rolled in paradise. Regaining senses, he sat; nurses doge-posed thanks.
"Your semen will save so many. Everyone fights for it...♥"
They diluted it into vials. Immersive even for play-acting.
"Now♥ Save us directly...♥ Give your semen straight to us"
They sprawled, legs splayed, pussies glistening.
"Master~ Hurry♥"
"Hff... Krff... Got it..."
Dazed, he crawled to them, plunging his towering cock from pussy to pussy.