The Betrayer's Unexpected Victory
What makes board games unique? There are many elements, but the most important is that they require people to gather in person to play. The fact that you have to physically assemble folks is a drawback in terms of convenience. But for a man in the post-war world, gathering as many people as he wants is a breeze. Just say you're bored, and slaves or girlfriends will flock like clouds.
In a world where pregnancy sex is encouraged globally, they've even made special rules for when a man plays. An act that can only happen when people meet face-to-face. Is there any reason to exclude sex from the game?
"Chuu, chuuu, lick, slurrrp..."
Mikoto was sucking my cock desperately. The table looked utterly ordinary from my view, but underneath, Mikoto was devouring it with every ounce of her strength.
"Karin. Your turn."
"Got it. Hmm, this game's kinda tough. Gotta~ think it over slowly."
My normally small cock was gradually swelling inside Mikoto's mouth.
"Wait, this is weird. It doesn't usually get this big all of a sudden..."
"Originally, there was an event where the player lightly fucks a woman every time the owner acquires and rapes a new slave survivor."
"What?"
"But since the text said 'fuck a woman who isn't the player,' it couldn't be executed."
Karin was agonizing over whether to move the firefighter survivor to the police station or the school. The upturned corner of her mouth suggested she wasn't that serious.
"For a man to be served by a mere three women is an extravagance beyond measure for us. It's an honor too great for me, for Karin, even for haa... Mikoto."
Mikoto's blowjob wasn't as skilled as Yukiko's.
"Slurrrp, chu, ooohhh..."
But her passion and determination matched Yukiko's, and her nighttime technique had improved a lot from Yukiko's lessons. Now, as she pulled the hardened cock from her mouth and teasingly licked the tip and base, her skill was objectively impressive.
"The original rules were for 7 player women, 7 non-participating women, and 1 man—a total of 15 players!"
"You, ngh, hurry up and take your turn!"
"Well... doesn't Mikoto need a little more time too?"
No wonder she'd desperately stopped me from looking at the rulebook. With Karin's personality, she'd have quit if it seemed too complicated, but she'd clung to it stubbornly for a reason.
"So, when do you plan to acquire the next slave? The more women to serve you, the better, I believe."
"No more trips to the slave market for me. My pension's secure now."
Mikoto sucked my cock at full throttle without tiring. The surging pleasure raced up my spine from my dick to my head.
"What a shame. For such a fine master to be monopolized by just us three... It pains my heart, like kicking away the ladder. Have you no thought to wield your benevolent influence?"
Yukiko had a point. I was starting to realize it myself. Being involved with me was inevitably beneficial for any woman, one way or another. Still, I didn't want to accept it at face value.
"If grabbing slaves is benevolent influence, then going outside and fucking random women is fulfilling social duty?"
"As wise as ever."
"The world's wrong for turning nonsense like this into truth... I'm innocent..."
Karin had already efficiently used her action points to clear half the zombies wandering the map.
"Yukiko. Your turn."
Yukiko smiled faintly and began her turn slowly. Mikoto grew impatient and forced my cock back into her mouth, sucking with all her might.
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It was the final turn. The common goal was more or less achieved. We'd stripped the gas station and police station of supplies without wasting fuel on movement. Combining all four hands, there was no reason we'd run out of fuel.
And it wasn't just Mikoto who'd done naughty things along the way. Yukiko held her cards topless without a hint of shame, while Karin trembled with a vibrator stuffed inside her.
"Final turn."
"Oppa, we did it!"
"It seems my bare body holds little interest for you. It pains my heart. It is rather shabby, after all."
"Ngh, hngh, hnnngh... Turn's started, so I can take the vibrator out now, right?"
Both Yukiko and Mikoto assumed the game would end smoothly. But my position was different.
-Harem- The victory condition was met long ago, but for -Executioner-, I had to fight other players to win.
My choice was simple.
"I'll attack Mikoto's survivor—the botanist—with my slave survivor."
I rolled the die. It came up 5. Perfect.
"Combat power difference is over 6, so no need for you to roll. The botanist dies."
"Huh... why?"
"You had the fewest survivors."
Killing all of Yukiko or Karin's survivors—over 5 each—would be impossible. Mikoto, who'd taken heavy losses early, only had 3. Now down to 2. Morale at exactly 4.
Even wiping her out wouldn't end the game. I had plenty of action points left—enough to finish her.
"Death confirmed. Morale drops."
"Wha... huh? I don't need to do anything? Oppa?"
Seeing Mikoto's eyes well up suddenly made my heart ache.
"No, it's just a game! A game!"
"I never knew you had such a ruthless heart, Master."
"Yukiko, why are you taking her side too! Anyway, I'll move one slave survivor to the school."
Casually, I rolled the hazard die.
"Huh?"
Tooth shape. Infection marker. The instant-death roll Mikoto had suffered at the start. The worst 1/20 odds.
"Character dies instantly. Morale drops."
Yukiko progressed the game clearly and swiftly.
"Whatever, it's fine! I'll move another slave survivor to the school."
I had plenty of weapons and survivors. Bad luck, but not game-breaking. This time, it arrived safely.
I chained into the next action.
"Attack Mikoto's teacher survivor with my slave survivor. My guy's got the combat manual and carbine rifle, so combat difference is 5."
Mikoto and I rolled simultaneously. Mine was 1, hers 6. The only way my attack failed.
"I... survived. But I shouldn't have... Oppa will hate me..."
"It's just a game! A game! I like Mikoto!"
"Lies..."
Mikoto sniffled but didn't reject my touch. Stroking her golden hair lightly calmed her breathing a bit.
"Event triggered. No choices, so just listen."
"What now? If it's something lewd in this mood..."
"Not a lewd event. Triggers when you declare attack but fail to kill the target. Attacker's survivor is wounded, morale drops."
"Eh. No big deal."
"Yeah, it's okay. I can die. I can die..."
Karin stuck out her tongue, spooked by Mikoto's state.
"This house is starting to scare me..."
Still, the game had to end.
"Move my survivor back to the school. Hazard die's fine, and attack Mikoto's teacher survivor again."
"Master. Won't you regret that choice?"
"It's just a game. I'm making the best move to win."
"From my view, your vision's just narrowed... Very well."
I rolled. 4. Success without Mikoto even rolling.
Yukiko stated the result coldly.
"Teacher survivor dies. Morale drops. Game over."
"Huh?"
No, morale was 4 at turn start. My win plan was solid... Then it hit me. Morale had dropped twice extra. Once from my survivor's death, once from the failed attack event.
I'd dismissed morale as 'no issue now' and ignored it completely. My perfect blunder, a fatal mistake.
"What the hell! Troll! Traitor! We busted our asses killing zombies, and it ends like this? No one wins?"
Karin grumbled. From her perspective, it was unfair. She'd thought the game was won, only for my unexpected player-kill to ruin it.
"Wait, Mikoto. Not the traitor goal?"
"Wha... huh?"
Mikoto's face went pale. Flipping her cards confirmed it. Mikoto was the winner.
She'd apparently forgotten her own traitor goal mid-game, but dice games were unpredictable like that.
"Huh? I... won?"
We checked Yukiko and Karin's secret goals next. Everyone had plans, but my mistake rendered them moot.
"Your plans were sound, but your dice luck was abysmal."
"Well... dice are skill too."
The ending felt anticlimactic, but at least it wrapped up peacefully. As we packed the board, Karin slyly said to Mikoto,
"Jealous. Mikoto! Winner gets a wish from Seongha, right?"
The three froze at her words.
"No... no..."
"D-did I say something wrong? S-sorry first!"
Traitor. Game wager. It flipped Mikoto's trauma switch perfectly.
Mikoto couldn't meet my eyes, sobbing pitifully.
"I'm not... not a traitor. I mean it, I'll only look at Oppa now..."
Mikoto buried her face and wept briefly, then stopped abruptly as if it were a lie. The voice leaking from between her slender arms was eerily calm.