Chapter 236: The Master Game (2)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 236: The Master Game (2)
Rin’s previous two commands had been fouls, but they were perfect for firing up the other participants’ fighting spirit.
All they had to do was draw the “master” stick, and they, too, would get their chance.
They drew their sticks with more concentration than they had ever mustered in their lives.
Rin, who didn't manipulate her luck this time, drew a blank.
And one by one, their fates diverged between joy and sorrow.
The only one to feel joy was Elize.
“It’s me.”
Having seized absolute power, Elize’s lips curved into a smile. In this moment, she wouldn't envy even a god.
This thrilling sensation.
It was time to be reborn as Saint Elize, the agent of God.
“Who should I give an order to, and what should it be~”
There were two main types of commands she could give.
One was to give that kind of command to the number one target, Karami. The other was to mess with the other girls.
But there was a problem.
Unless she could manipulate luck like Rin, she had no way of knowing anyone else’s number.
It would be a disaster if she ordered something lewd and someone like Rin got picked. It would also be a disaster if she tried to mess with someone and Karami got picked.
‘This is harder than I thought.’
After some thought, Elize finally made her decision.
“Number 2 will act as my chair until the end of the next turn.”
Elize’s choice was a safe command, no matter who was chosen.
The odds were one in five.
Even if Karami was chosen, it wasn't an entirely troublesome command.
The person who would suffer the humiliation of being Elize’s living chair was…
“Ah.”
Mirabelle let out a sigh.
The number written on her stick was 2.
Aside from the shapeshifting Rin, Mirabelle was the youngest of the slaves.
The fact that Elize had made such a young girl her chair didn't look good.
“Wow, Saint. I didn’t take you for someone who’d give such a harsh command to Mirabelle.”
“Mirabelle, I didn’t mean to…”
Spotting an easy target, Alfia grinned. Elize fidgeted, not knowing what to do.
“Can’t you change the command? It seems too harsh for Mirabelle.”
“What are you talking about? Mirabelle, if you don’t want to do it, just say so. You can just take the penalty.”
“No. I’ll do it.”
She couldn’t waste her precious day with Karami.
Mirabelle went to Elize’s spot and got down on her hands and knees.
“Please, sit comfortably, Saint.”
How was she supposed to sit comfortably on this small back? Like a sinner, Elize carefully lowered herself onto it.
“Keuk.”
Mirabelle’s back sank as if it would collapse at any moment.
“I’m sorry. Am I heavy?”
“I-It’s fine, Saint. But your butt is quite big.”
“Isn’t that from kneeling and praying all day? Hehehe.”
Elize’s face flushed bright red.
“It’s not that big! Stop laughing and let’s get on with the next turn!”
The fifth turn.
The container of sticks was passed around once more.
Mirabelle struggled to reach out and draw her stick.
And despaired.
Mirabelle was not the master.
“I am the master this time,” Narsha declared.
While the others were trying to win Karami’s affection, Narsha had other ideas.
‘These troublemakers need to be taught a lesson.’
Revenge.
Only revenge.
“Number 3, kiss Number 1’s collarbone. Leave a lip mark.”
The probability of Karami being chosen was low.
It was a gamble worth taking.
Pay the price for causing trouble.
“Who’s Number 3?”
“Who’s Number 1?”
The questions came out at the same time.
Rin and Alfia’s eyes met.
Three seconds passed.
“Wait a minute!”
“No, why?!”
The moment they realized they were each other’s targets, they shot to their feet.
They angrily protested to Narsha.
“Why does Rin have to kiss that elf?”
“Why should I have to get a kiss from that fox when I haven't even gotten one from the Master?”
“If you don’t like it, you can forfeit,” Narsha said coolly.
Rin growled.
“You forfeit. Don’t tell me you actually want a kiss from me?”
“Don’t be ridiculous. Aren’t you the one who wants to kiss me? Otherwise, there’s no reason for you not to forfeit, is there?”
Despite their words, neither of them forfeited.
If they forfeited now, their day with Karami would be gone.
And the other would be delighted.
This was a battle of pride.
“Whether you forfeit or follow the order, please hurry up. Don’t you feel sorry for Mirabelle?”
The Mirabelle-chair was on the verge of collapsing.
Rin bit her lip.
To have to do that of all things, in front of everyone, and in front of the Master no less.
But she would rather die than forfeit and see Alfia gloat. She’d rather they both died.
Rin crawled over to Alfia.
“Present it.”
“Wait, are you really going to do it?”
“Why? Scared? If you’re scared, you can still forfeit.”
“Hmph. Who’s scared? Here, do as you please.”
Alfia lowered her shoulder, exposing her collarbone.
Neither side yielded until the very last moment. In the end, Rin planted a firm kiss on Alfia’s collarbone.
Smooch.
It was a sensation that was hard to describe in words.
Alfia’s shoulder twitched. Unable to watch, she gritted her teeth and turned her head away.
When Rin pulled her lips away, a clear lip mark was imprinted on the elf’s jade-like collarbone.
It looked as if it were claiming Alfia as Rin’s property.
“…”
“…”
The two who had been bickering just moments before fell silent.
A strange atmosphere settled between them.
“L-Let’s hurry up and move on to the next turn!”
“Th-That’s what I was about to say.”
Rin returned to her spot.
Narsha and Karami’s eyes met.
‘That was a good show. As expected of Narsha.’
‘Leave it to me, Master.’
Nod.
Nod.
The sixth turn.
Mirabelle was finally freed from being a human chair.
Once again, they drew lots.
The sixth master was Mirabelle.
“Wow, it’s me! Um, Number 2 has to g-give the master a kiss.”
“Come here, big sis will give you a kiss.”
“Ah…”
She had secretly been hoping it would be Karami.
Alfia kissed Mirabelle’s soft cheek.
The seventh turn.
“Oh, it’s finally my turn.”
The master of the house, Karami, was now the master of the game.
What kind of command would he give?
“Number 4, come onto my lap and present your bottom. Let’s have just three spanks.”
To be spanked by the Master.
Anyone in the world would call that a reward.
Who was this glorious person?
“…It’s me.”
“Narsha, come onto my lap.”
Narsha, the object of everyone’s envy, slowly crawled onto Karami’s lap and lay face down.
It was a pose just like a mother disciplining her child.
What kind of disgraceful display was this in front of Karami and the other slaves?
She felt like she could die of embarrassment.
Narsha covered her face with her hands.
The ears she couldn’t quite hide were as red as her hair.
“Alright, here I go.”
Karami’s palm fell upon Narsha’s bottom.
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
The crisp sounds echoed through the room.
Narsha’s body jolted with each impact. It wasn’t because of the pain.
She was just mortified that this satisfyingly sharp sound was coming from her own rear end.
She would have preferred it if it had hurt.
She felt as if she was about to awaken to a new sensation.
Narsha returned to her seat.
Her bottom was what had been hit, but her face was burning.
That burning shame was converted into hostility and directed at Karami.
“To give such an order where everyone can see… You started this fight, Master.”
“For someone saying that, you seemed to be enjoying it quite a bit. Besides, can you even get revenge on me?”
To get revenge, she had to draw the master stick, and she also had to know Karami’s number.
In this game where luck was everything, it was a declaration of revenge that was nearly impossible to fulfill.
“If I keep trying, a chance will come.”
The game continued.
“It’s Rin’s turn to be master… but she has to skip anyway.”
Rin, who had cheated, skipped her turn.
The next master was Alfia.
“It’s me? Number 1 and Number 4, kiss Number 3’s thigh.”
Elize spread her legs.
Rin and Narsha kissed her thigh.
“A so-called Saint spreading her legs to receive kisses. Are you a saint or a whore? People would be shocked if they found out.”
“That’s rich, coming from someone crawling between my legs.”
Rin and Elize stared at each other with bizarre smiles, the corners of their mouths twisted.
Next turn, Rin. Skipped again, as expected.
Next turn. Master Elize.
“I finally get to be master, too. Number 5, sit on the face of the person to your left until the next turn.”
“E-Excuse me, Lady Alfia…!”
Alfia’s face disappeared under Mirabelle’s skirt.
“Wow, it’s cozy in here.”
“Please don’t talk from in there…!”
The next master was Rin.
“I can give orders now, right? Number 2, lick the armpit of the person to your right.”
She immediately brandished the power she’d been given.
“Oh.”
Karami let out a sound of admiration.
He was Number 2.
Whoosh!
The moment the penalty turned into a reward, a blur of motion streaked by, and Rin was sitting next to Karami.
“Stop cheating and get back to your seat!”
“Huuuh? But Rin’s seat was here from the start?”
She tried to act shameless but was driven away after fierce protests from the majority.
Elize, swallowing her embarrassment, exposed her armpit, and Karami’s tongue flicked out to lick it.
Next turn.
It was Elize again.
“Number 3, put both hands behind your head and spread your legs wide. M-Master?!”
The rest is omitted.
There were all sorts of mind games. Prayers and wars of nerves.
Before she knew it, a third faith began to sprout in Elize: faith in the god of drawing lots.
The eighteenth turn.
Rin drew the master stick.
“Number 2, lick Number 1’s foot.”
“Whaaat?!” yelped Mirabelle, who was Number 1.
And Number 2, who would lick her foot…
…was Karami, who was beaming.
He pulled Mirabelle’s leg straight and took off her shoe and sock.
“N-No, Master! It’s dirty from working all day…! Hyak?! Th-That’s my toe…!”
Lick, lick, slurp, slurp, lap, lap.
Karami licked every single part of Mirabelle’s white, smooth, soft, and tender foot.
When he was finished, Mirabelle, overcome by something that was either shame or pleasure, had collapsed on the floor, twitching.
At the devastating sight, the other four swallowed nervously.
The commands grew more and more extreme as the game went on, and by the 30th turn, all five of them were covered from head to toe in kiss marks.
It was hard to find anyone unscathed, but among them, Karami was in the best shape.
As if he lived and breathed luck, he drew the master stick frequently and was rarely chosen for penalties.
Even when he was chosen, he didn’t consider it a penalty.
Unlike the slaves, who didn’t get along with each other, he liked all of them without discrimination.
Everything was a reward.
It was an unfair game.
The 35th turn.
“It’s me.”
Alfia drew the master stick.
Just as she was wondering what command to give, Narsha spoke up.
“Everyone. This is not the time for us to be fighting amongst ourselves. We slaves must join forces.”
“How are we supposed to join forces in a game of pure luck? We don’t even know who has what number.”
“Then we just need to find out, don’t we? I am Number 5.”
Saying so, Narsha revealed her stick.
It was, truthfully, Number 5.
“If everyone reveals their number, we can naturally figure out the last person’s number. Which means…”
“We can single someone out and give them a command?”
“Exactly.”
Competing against each other was hard on everyone, but if they worked together, they could all benefit!
The other three, agreeing with Narsha’s plausible suggestion, also revealed their numbers. With that, Karami’s number was also identified.
“Wait a minute, everyone. Isn’t this against the rules?”
“There are only two rules in this game,” Narsha said. “No commands that cross the line, and no cheating. But revealing your own number is perfectly within your freedom.”
“...My, has it gotten this late already? I had fun today, everyone. As your master, I’m gratified to see you all seem to have gotten closer. Welp, I’ll be taking my leave then…”
Elize and Mirabelle grabbed Karami’s pants tightly.
He couldn’t move a single step against their grip.
“Where are you going, Master? The night is long, and for a vampire, it’s just getting started.”
“The bottom you spanked is still tingling. Don’t you think you should pay the price?”
“Ah…”
By the time Karami was allowed to return to his room, he was tattered and covered from head to toe in kiss marks.
His butt had been thoroughly spanked, too.