The Tower Crumbles
The Love Jenga game continued without pause.
— Kiss on the nape of the neck. — Touch any body part of your choice ten times. — Love shot.
Of course, not every block was filled with lewd commands. The game had originally been designed to close the distance between lovers, so it naturally included milder missions as well. At first, their luck had been terrible, forcing them to carry out one outrageous task after another, but from then on the blocks that came out were relatively tame, allowing them to clear them safely. The real problem was the occasional “genuine article” that slipped in between.
— Ejaculate between the breasts. — Receive fellatio for one minute while talking to someone. — Bury your face in a woman’s thighs and smell her for ten seconds. — Lick both armpits clean.
“Are these people insane?”
Filthy. Vulgar. Whoever created this game must have poured their entire perverted soul into it. Cynthia could only think so.
“Disgusting. It’s so crude I can’t even bring myself to do it. This is what young people these days call fun?”
Glug—
From beside her, Rian downed his cup in one go. Deciding the mission was incomprehensible, he had stopped asking and simply drank. The problem was that the alcohol was far stronger than expected; even Rian couldn’t keep holding out forever.
“Rian, are you all right?”
“Yeah… I’m fine.”
“Don’t push yourself. If it’s too hard, just—”
“Huh? Give up? Then our team wins, right?”
“Agh, that idiot…”
At the sudden, arrogant voice cutting in, Cynthia’s gaze snapped toward Eret. The man was looking down at the two of them with a smug expression. Eret and Russell had completed every single mission that had appeared so far. Of course, part of the reason was that Cynthia and Rian had kept skipping their turns, but even the most extreme blocks had been handled lightly by those two.
“I wonder what wish I should ask for~”
“Even if it makes me furious, I refuse to lose to that fool.”
There was still a chance. Rian was already half out of his mind, but if they carried out every mission that came from now on without fail, victory was still possible. After all, the one who made the tower fall first would lose.
“The problem is having to show such an embarrassing sight in front of that man…”
Among everyone present, the man who irritated her the most was Russell, Eret’s partner. She found him so unpleasant she wanted to kill him.
“How am I supposed to perform these humiliating missions in front of that bastard?”
The missions that had appeared so far? She could have done them all if she set her mind to it. She had already resolved to spend her life with Rian; no matter how embarrassing, she could do even more if it was what he wanted. But in front of Russell? Absolutely not. It wasn’t only the shame—she had noticed the strange way he had been staring at her for a while now.
“I really don’t like that guy.”
“What? You’re not giving up? Then it’s the brothers-in-law’s turn~”
“…Wait a moment. I just drank a cup, didn’t I?”
“That’s exactly why we should keep the game moving. Pulling blocks while drunk is part of the fun, you know.”
“I get it, so just give me a second—”
“I’ll pull.”
Slide—
“Oh? Brother-in-law’s surprisingly good at this.”
Even while swaying from the alcohol, Rian managed to pull out a single block in one swift motion. The tower wobbled dangerously, but it didn’t collapse, and the game continued.
— Bury your face in the chest and smell for thirty seconds.
“If it’s this…”
Since the mission didn’t specify gender, using a man’s chest shouldn’t be a problem. The moment Rian, still half-dazed, looked at Cynthia with that realization—
Poof—
“?”
“Here. Rest for a bit.”
Cynthia moved first, pulling Rian’s head into her chest.
“Ah… feels nice.”
The soft sensation against both cheeks. The comforting scent filling his nose. Rian, already half-gone, melted completely into her embrace.
“Ha, fuck. I really can’t hold back anymore.”
Meanwhile, Russell grew even more aroused watching the two of them cling together like glue. Was it because she would soon be in his arms?
“That bastard looks like he’s about to pass out from the drink. Guess I won’t even need the sleeping pill.”
Cynthia was clearly another man’s woman. She wasn’t his. Yet the thought of holding her tonight refused to let his excitement die down. Seeing her in another man’s arms made his chest burn with madness. If he could steal her away from that man and pin her beneath him…
Throb!
“Hurry, hurry, let’s keep going.”
“Eret. Our turn.”
“Yeah… looks like it.”
Urged on by Russell, Eret also assessed Rian’s condition. The time limit had long since passed, yet Rian still hadn’t left Cynthia’s embrace. Or rather, he had passed out in it. He showed no sign of movement, as if he had finally reached his limit.
“Sorry, brother-in-law. You seemed like a decent guy, but I don’t like Sister Cynthia.”
After quietly apologizing in his heart, Eret pulled out a block. The tower still stood.
— Caress for five minutes.
“How ordinary. Let’s begin.”
Eret climbed onto Russell’s lap so Cynthia could watch the act. Crimson eyes turned toward the pair. Eret and Russell proceeded with the mission under Cynthia’s gaze.
Slide—
Squelch—
“You’re quite wet.”
“Of course I am. You touched me earlier too.”
“Your nipples are hard.”
“Ah, don’t say that. It’s embarrassing.”
“Huh? Being wet is fine, though?”
One hand slipped under the bra, the other into the panties. Lewd sounds came from within. If Cynthia had been completely sober, she would have immediately blown Russell’s head off, but she had grown used to the game and said nothing. She simply watched the two of them finish their mission with a calm expression.
“She’s watching.”
“She’s almost completely fallen. If only that man weren’t here…!”
Squelch— Squelch— Squelch— Squelch—
“Hnng… Ahh!”
Feeling Cynthia’s gaze, Russell moved his fingers even faster. He groped her breasts boldly enough to be visible over the clothes and thrust his fingers inside with enough force to make loud, wet noises. Eret didn’t stay still either. She endured Russell’s touch and let out a loud, heated moan.
“Hahk… Good! Fuck, you’re really good at this!”
“Was it five minutes? Can you hold out?”
“I-I can’t. Haa, don’t talk, just keep moving!”
Vulgar sounds echoed through the room. Five minutes felt like an eternity. Eret and Russell, touching each other, and even Cynthia watching, began to feel strangely heated.
Thump. Thump.
“Damn it… I want to do it too.”
Hearing Eret’s lewd voice without pause, Cynthia unconsciously looked down at Rian’s face. She wanted nothing more than to take him to a room and entwine their bodies right now, but unfortunately he was in no state to regain his senses.
“I must be getting drunk too… What am I thinking at a time like this…!”
“Aaaah!”
Smirk! Smirk— Squelch! Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
With Eret’s scream, Russell’s hand moved roughly. A fountain gushed from between Eret’s legs as she reached her peak, yet Russell didn’t stop, swinging his fingers even more vigorously. He held her trembling body tightly and tormented her sex relentlessly. Then—
“Hey, y-you crazy— Hnnng!!”
Squirt—!
“Kekeke, that was a flashy finish.”
“Haa…♡ Haa…♡”
“…Crazy bastards.”
They were engaging in full foreplay right in front of someone. It was already sex, just without penetration. Unable to look away from the two people she couldn’t understand, Cynthia drew Russell’s gaze—and pleasure.
“How is it? Doesn’t it look good? Don’t you want to play the same way in my arms?”
He was now beyond suspicion and into certainty. Cynthia Rebellion was no longer in her right mind. The fact that she said nothing even while watching her half-sister climax was proof.
“Once Eret takes Rian Veilburg away, I can have Cynthia!”
He had to be careful. If he acted too recklessly, Cynthia would definitely become wary. He would first draw her attention with trivial conversation, then slowly close the distance. He would make her drink a few more glasses, create a good atmosphere, and seduce her. He would ask if she was tired because the game ended halfway. He would say it was just the two of them now, so it was fine. He would tell her that if they both kept their mouths shut until death, no one would ever know what happened here.
“Lady Cynthia, Lord Rian seems to have already fallen asleep. Shall we move him to a room?”
“Huh? Wasn’t that my line…?”
Eret stared blankly as Russell stole her line, but Russell paid no attention. His lower half was already fully erect, excitement beyond control. He wanted to rub it against Cynthia right now.
“I’ll—”
“It’s fine. Let’s continue as we are.”
Tap! Thud!
“Oh, Sister, not bad.”
Cynthia flicked her finger and shot out something like a projectile, dropping a single block. At the rare technique, Russell’s nape went cold for a moment. Eret picked up the fallen block and checked the mission.
“Kiss with the opposing partner? It finally came out now.”
“What!? Are you kidding me right now?”
Hearing the mission, Cynthia’s expression hardened. Eret quickly spoke as she saw her trying to sober up again.
“What? If you don’t want to, just drink.”
“……”
“Ah, brother-in-law’s already down, right? Then… will you do the mission?”
“Eret. You… do you want to die?”
Startled!
“Ah, she wasn’t drunk enough yet? This is getting dangerous…”
“Damn it. At this rate we’ll fail!”
Feeling the urgency as the fish that had almost been caught tried to escape the net, Russell suddenly stood up and spoke loudly.
“I’m fine with it. No, it would be an honor.”
“Gasp!? This idiot!”
“…What? Are you crazy?”
Seeing Russell suddenly accelerate, Cynthia’s eyes turned sharp. One more step over the line and she looked ready to cut him down. But whether from impatience or losing his mind, Russell didn’t calm his excitement even under her glare.
“It’s just a game, after all. You can take it lightly.”
“…This guy’s funny. Are you crazy? Or are you asking to be killed?”
“Aren’t you taking it too seriously? It’s just a kiss. A kiss. Other young nobles do missions like this without a second thought.”
“So what, idiot? You think it makes sense that I have to kiss trash like you because of this low-class game?”
“You say that, but maybe you’re just avoiding it because you can’t kiss? Out of embarrassment.”
“What?”
“Shall I teach you?”
“…Keep barking.”
“Hey, hey, you idiot. Shut up!”
Realizing the seriousness of the situation, Eret hurriedly stepped between them. If Russell said anything more reckless, Cynthia really might move. Yet Russell—
“Eret, take Lord Rian somewhere else for a moment. I think I need to have a quick talk with Lady Cynthia.”
“Th-this bastard? Has he gone mad with lust!?”
Seeing this as an opportunity, Russell dared to suggest a private meeting with Cynthia. Just as Eret raised her voice to bring him to his senses—
BOOM!! CRASH! CRASH!
“””!?”””
“What the—!? You bastard!”
Rian, suddenly waking from his drunken sleep, slammed his hand down on the tower.
“Who the hell are you?”
“L-Lord Rian?”
“Who the fuck are you to mess with my Sia!! You son of a—! You wanna die!?”
“…Pardon?”
“This bastard… wants to die?”
“W-wait, listen…?”
Stagger— Stagger—
Rian rose from his seat and glared at Russell with murderous eyes.