King's Game (Part 1)
Four women. One man.
That alone was already a serious situation.
"I think I'll head back first."
A cock that wouldn't go down even after four rounds in a row. What I needed to do was already decided.
Go home.
If I stayed any longer, I had a bad feeling nothing good would come of it. Getting home, showering, and going to sleep was the only rational call.
"What?! I-if you leave all of a sudden, the whole plan falls apart...!!"
"Sujin, what did you just say?"
"I want to drink with Instructor!"
"Harin, why is your face so red? Are you drunk? You were making those little sounds earlier — yeah, you're wasted."
"Come on, come on. Don't try to bail just because your dick's hard, Instructor. If it's standing, you're not supposed to pull out — you're supposed to put it in."
"You. Need. To. Watch. Your. Mouth."
Yeonhwa, you're the worst of them.
Whether they'd all gotten drunk or not, every word out of their mouths was completely stripped of reason. If this kept going, something was actually going to happen. Something was definitely going to happen.
I shook my head and walked over to Hyewon.
"Anyway, I'm leaving."
"...No."
"What?"
"—I don't want you to!"
"........."
Are you drunk too?
"I don't want you to! You can't! Don't go!"
"Sujin. That means something a little different."
Out of nowhere Nature and Hyewon were locking down my feet. Like I said earlier — my body's not in great shape, so I really should go home.
"But... who knows when we'll get another night to drink like this?"
"What do you mean who knows. We could drink again tomorrow."
"Do you think I threw this company dinner because I have time to burn?!"
"W-well, when you put it like that, I don't really have a comeback..."
Even so, this was too much. I might actually make a real mistake.
I shook my head and kept packing my things.
And then...
"...Sujin, what are you doing?"
"I-if I do this, you can't leave, riiight...?"
Sujin was clutching my shoes in both hands, hugging them to her chest. I reached out, asking her to stop talking nonsense and give them back — and this time Yeonhwa came crashing into me from behind.
"Hey?"
"Instructor, did you know? The bathroom soundproofing here is terrible."
"Eh."
Wait.
The bathroom soundproofing being terrible, and the fact that Harin's face had gone red far too early for someone who was simply drunk, meant...
"The coat's mine. What are you two taking?"
"Ah, I'll take the necktie!"
"I'll just go with the phone...?"
"W-whaaat?!"
While I was briefly spacing out, they stripped me of everything. In seconds I was back to how I'd been earlier — no, even more undressed than before. I looked at all of them with a face that asked what the hell this was supposed to be.
"...Sujin. Please."
"Huuuh... Okay. Leave it to me!"
Color flooded back into Sujin's face all at once. She looked at me the way an otaku stares down a limited-edition figure after waiting thirty-two hours in line — like she'd steeled herself for something — and declared:
"The Ousama Game starts now!"
"For the love of god, stop using Japanese, you damn weeb."
"Y-you're so mean...!"
The rules were simple.
If, through the King's Game, everyone reclaimed the things they'd taken, they'd let me go.
"Of course we won't snatch back anything the Instructor takes. That would be way too unfair, right?"
No cheats. Pure luck of the draw. Just play along that far, and they'd send me home without complaint.
"Is this even right..."
"If you don't like it, try ripping the stuff out of our hands by force. But don't think we'll give it up easy."
"Who stole what from whom here... And why are you smelling my coat? There's nothing on it but fabric softener."
"...I wasn't smelling it."
"No. You were."
"I said I wasn't."
"Pretty sure you were."
"I wasn't."
"........."
Yeonhwa was being uncharacteristically stubborn. Digging any further didn't look like it would get me anything.
"Then let's start the King's Game!"
"I keep saying I don't particularly want to... haaah."
Swept along by the current, I ended up starting the game anyway. Fine. Whatever. Play along a bit, leave a mark on a chopstick or something, and it'd end somehow.
As long as I keep my head on straight, right?
I exhaled lightly and drew a lot.
Number three.
And then...
"I-I'm the kiiing!"
First up: Sujin.
She slowly looked around, nostrils flaring, then folded her arms and shouted:
"Th-the King commands! Number three has to stroke the King's head while reading the line I pick!"
"Eh."
Why me?
Getting hit on the first turn — my luck was already trash.
I sighed quietly and stepped over to Sujin's side.
"L-Licht-sama...!"
"Who the hell is Licht-sama, you damn weeb."
"L-Licht-sama would never say that!"
"I'm getting dizzy."
Sujin furiously tapped at her phone, typed Licht into the search bar, and hit enter.
What anime is that.
I'd always figured my lack of popularity was the work of a heroine cosplaying as a villainess, but it turns out I'm a saintess being courted by the neighboring kingdom's prince—
...Sujin, what the hell are you watching.
A title that made me choke just reading it. Then she opened the wiki, clicked the quote collection, and the strings of dialogue that followed made my eyes refuse to cooperate.
What is this. What the fuck.
Every single line was brain contamination. Sujin pointed at one of them and cried out:
"Th-this line — whisper it right into my ear...!"
"...Fine."
Asking if she was even human for doing this was pointless — she'd already abandoned social skills and basic humanity long ago.
I sighed, set my hand on top of Sujin's head, and stroked her hair loosely from behind like an embrace as I whispered:
"—If you want more, then cling harder, you filthy little sow."
"Heeuk.....!"
"""........."""
Sujin froze on the spot. At the same time Yeonhwa, Harin, and Hyewon all froze too.
I walked back to my seat without changing expression.
...I've thought this before,
especially ever since the broadcasts where she pants and rants calling herself a filthy sow and goes completely feral.
"...You're a masochist, aren't you."
"Hweeeeh.... N-no I'm not... I'm not, I swear...!"
Like clipping clothespins on her nipples when she masturbates, or taping a vibe to her clit and cuffing her own hands for endless orgasm play, or ripping Licht-sama's dialogue as ASMR and pinching her clit and nipples all day for fun, or — especially — biting both nipples with her mouth while doing a filthy pussy dance on camera and shipping herself straight to social-death hell so she can become Instructor's personal flesh-onahole — she absolutely, positively never thought any of that!!!!!
"Okay. Shall we pick the next king?"
"Next is... your turn this time?"
"Yeonhwa is king."
"Hmmmm, what should I make someone do...?"
"Uh... are we just ignoring her...?"
There's a saying: don't feed the trolls. Sujin had gone a little too far off the rails, so we left her alone for a bit and she eventually came back to herself.
"This time... until I become king again, Number Two sits on my lap."
"...Me again?"
"Oh dear. Lucky... no, unlucky?"
"........."
No matter how I looked at it, this felt rigged.
Yeonhwa giggled and casually slid over, settling onto my lap— hey. Hey! Hey!
"Where the hell are you sitting?!"
"How I sit on a chair is my freedom, isn't it?"
"Just because something comes out of your mouth doesn't make it a real sentence."
"A chair sure talks a lot."
"—Ugh?!"
The cock I'd been contorting myself to hide. Yeonhwa sat right down on my lap and put it on full display without a shred of mercy.
The one silver lining was that her body at least blocked it from everyone else.
"...Could you get off already."
"Hmm~ ♬ Cutest than I expected?"
"Ah, come on."
To Yeonhwa it was all completely visible. No — past visible. Through the pants and underwear, every bit of the texture was transmitting straight to her.
At least she wasn't wearing a skirt, which was something, but even so...
"What's wrong? I was being considerate. Better than skin-on-skin, right? Or — did you actually want it bare, Instructor?"
"...I've told you once before, but I'm older than you. You really want to keep playing around like this?"
"......Hmm♪"
When I snapped at her in a sulky voice, Yeonhwa just smiled wider and tipped her head toward me—
"—Ugh?!"
"You know, back when Instructor shot that commercial, and when you cross-dressed too, I was already thinking it."
Her chest. Those full, springy breasts pushed right up under my nose. Close enough that my breath scattered across the soft surface and I could feel the heat of her skin on my face.
Yeonhwa rested a hand on my cheek and whispered:
"Instructor. You're kind of cute, you know?"
Squelch♥
"Heuk....!?"
Yeonhwa's crotch pressed down from above, naturally crushing my cock. It was overwhelming. At the same time a lightning bolt of sensation ripped through my waist — a weak electric current of pleasure — and my hips jerked before I could stop them.
"Hyaat....?!"
"W-whaaat?!!"
Yeonhwa, already straddling me, lost her balance. Her body tipped backward. I hurriedly grabbed her with both arms and pulled her in—
"—Haah....♥"
"...Huh?"
"........."
A split-second sound.
Brushing past my ear.
The kind of voice no male animal could miss — the kind that made your head turn on pure instinct.
I slowly, silently looked up at Yeonhwa.
"...Pretty good, Instructor."
"Ah. Yeah."
The face that had been pure confidence a moment ago was now half shame, half humiliation, flushed and unfocused. Yeonhwa muttered that a chair had no business being this unstable, stood up, and went back to her seat.
"...Tch."
Where Yeonhwa had been sitting. The tip of my cock, still painfully hard. The black pants didn't show much, but the end had darkened a shade deeper. When I pressed it down roughly with my hand, I felt sticky liquid on my palm.
I didn't know whose it was — but I knew at least that this was filthy dangerous.
"Yeah... I really should just go ho—"
"—The game isn't over yet, is it?"
"........."
Hyewon.
Please.
You weren't this kind of person.
The last scrap of common sense in Nature. I turned toward Harin and shot her a look, begging for backup.
"I-I won't give it back either! ...Not because I want to keep going or anything, just because those are the rules, sooo...?"
"...Hahah!"
How these Spirit Contractors had all developed such perfectly matching personalities, I had no idea.
I quietly stood up and headed for the bathroom. First I needed to wring out at least one more—
"The King speaks. Number three. No bathroom."
"..........."
—A human stripped even of the right to use the toilet.
By this point, I finally understood.
The situation I was in. The true nature of the King's Game.
I'm the pleasure unit.
A gender-reversed pleasure unit, right here.