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「Fuh...」
With the last drop squeezed out, I
reached over to the side table and picked up an oil-based magic marker, while
still connected to Akira.
I add a new line to the word "True"
written on her thigh. The total number of lines is now twenty-three.
Is that too few for me? No, that's
just the number of times I've ejaculated inside her vagina. If I include the
number of times I made her drink or sprayed her, the number increases by a few
percent.
And how many times has she come?
「Aah... aah... aah... aah... aah...」
She's moaning now.
Her eyes are vacant, there's no light
in their glow, and are shaking slightly.
She seems to be conscious and
probably not broken, but if she is broken, I'll just cure her.
Her pig nose is hung from a nose
hook, and her face is a mess of tears, drool, snot and semen. Even so, she
still looks pretty, after all she was a model.
Maybe it was because I had just spent
the night taking care of her, so I was being biased.
At about the same time I was smiling
to myself, a familiar electronic sound rang out.
――――――――――――――――
「Akira Mizuki's state has changed to
[Subjugated]」
「Along with that, the following
functions are now available」
「● Temporary door (one-time door)」
「You can set up a one-time use back door」
――――――――――――――――
（Oh, here comes a function that I
might be able to use）
For example... let's see.
To participate in this death game,
Shima-san is picked up and dropped off by me or Lili every day, but if I set up
this <One Time Door> in her room every time I drop her off, I won't have
to pick her up.
As of yesterday afternoon, Akira
Mizuki had fallen into a state of [Submissive]. Now she is in the second stage.
There
are three functions added at the stage where she has fallen to [Submissive]: <Stage
Equipment Level 2 – Spotlight>, <Special Facilities – Runway>, <Washing
(Cleaning)>.
<Washing (Cleaning)> is a
function that instantly removes dirt from my clothes. To be honest, the other
two were pretty dull, so I'm glad to see this.
The fact that I was able to make her
fall to [Subjugated] in one night is a good job. To be honest, I didn't expect
that much.
「Fumi Fumi, it's time for your radio
gymnastics, Devi」
Lili said as she appeared in the air,
and I nodded when I tried to pull out my meat stick. However, Akira pushed her
hips out and refused to pull it out.
「Nooo...don't pull it out... Noo...
don't pull it out from me...」
I can't help but chuckle at this.
（She's so selfish..）
「Well, I'm off. And can you pin her up
for a while and adjust her a bit?」
I say to Lili, and pull my cock out
of Akira.
As soon as I do, Akira's mouth drops
open and she screams, "Nooo!" but Lili puts her finger on Akira's
forehead and pins her soul in place.
「This girl seems to be very selfish
even after she's fallen, Devi」
I smiled at Lili who seemed to be
taken aback and said, "Maybe so". Then I asked her what was bothering
me.
「By the way, how is Kurosawa-san's
preparation?」
「Perfect, Devi... you can look forward
to it, Devi」
She said, her mouth twisted in an
unpleasant way.
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『Good evening! Aramaki-san announces
that it's nine o'clock in the evening, Jake! Gather around the round table,
Jake!』
Loud as usual.
「Shut up! You fucking salmon!」
I shouted angrily at the ceiling.
With nothing to do but the stress of
knowing that I might be the next to die, I couldn't tell when I went to sleep
and when I woke up.
My sense of time is broken, and my
frustration is at its peak.
In such a situation, I finally lost
my temper when I was served fried rice with bananas for dinner, which made no
sense to me.
Banana is not a snack but a staple
food. Apparently, that's what she was trying to say.
And while I was punching the pillow
in the mounted position, I heard Aramaki-san's voice.
I threw the pillow against the wall
and left the room without fixing my sleeping condition.
Most of the others hadn't come out
yet.
The only person sitting at the round
table was President Kurashima.
He looked exhausted and downcast. He
looked as if he had aged about ten years. Perhaps he had been here for a long
time without returning to his room.
As I was thinking this, Natsumi-chan and
Masakey-chan came out of their rooms and sat down at the same place as
yesterday.
Then Yamauchi-san and Kyoko-san came
out and sat down on their chairs.
The atmosphere is indescribably
delicate.
Natsumi-chan and Masakey-chan are
sitting in a row, and the others are sitting one seat away from each other.
To be honest, I'm relieved that
Kyoko-san is not sitting next to me.
She might be the mastermind. I
couldn't shake the suspicion.
And then, an awkward silence fell
upon us. To be honest, it was hard to think that this would continue until we
were all together.
So I asked Aramaki-san about
something that had been bothering me, with a light-hearted feeling of
distraction.
「Aramaki-san, can I ask you something?」
『What is it, Jake?』
「Why is the mascot of the Death Game a
salmon?」
It's a natural question. I guess
everyone else was wondering the same thing. They all turned their heads toward
the monitor at once.
『It's...』
「What is it?」
『Because salmon are the most lewd
creature in the world!』
I thought I saw a question mark
floating above everyone's head.
（Salmon is lewd?）
『The missions in this death game are
all lewd, Jake』
「Huh, that's... yes」
『That's why the mascot should be the
world's most lewd creature, and it should be salmon, Jake!』
What is that? I don't get it.
「So, what's so lewd about salmon, I
asked you!」
Kyoko-san shouted, clearly annoyed,
and Aramaki-san let out an exasperated voice.
『If you don't understand the eroticism
of salmon, you're a real savage』
「What the hell do you mean!?」
Kyoko-san shouted, and Aramaki-san
suddenly appeared in a close-up.
『Then, you should try talking to a
girl on the street, "Ehehe, little girl, salmon pink, huh?” And you'll be
reported immediately, Jake!』
「Huh?」
『Not huh, Jake! Salmon pink is the
color of vaginas! Salmon, along with abalone and red clams, are symbols of
Eros!』
I got a headache. Aramaki-san
whispered to everyone who was holding their heads.
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『A few years ago, when the noon news
program said that this spring's trend was salmon pink, I was impressed that
Japan was indeed a country of highly perverts, Jake』
「No... nobody means that...」
In fact, salmon-pink cardigans and
the like are usually in fashion, but if someone said that to me, I wouldn't be
able to handle any more salmon-pink apparel, at least not in the magazine I
edit.
Aramaki-san said triumphantly, as if
she was proud of herself.
『Aramaki-san's dream is to accumulate
money from this job and open her own store, Jake』
「What, are you going to open a store
that sells only salmon pink clothes?」
Kyoko-san asked in an exasperated
voice, and Aramaki-san jumped.
『I'm going to open a rotating sushi
restaurant that only serves abalone, red clams and trout salmon』
「What?」
And then Aramaki-san went into a
close-up again.
『The name of the restaurant is
Hanabira Dai Kaiten, Jake!』 (*Note: is
this the name of song?)
「That's the worst kind of joke!」
Judging from the buildup, this was
probably Aramaki-san's best attempt at a punchline, but I don't know what “Hanabira
Dai-Kaiten” means.
Natsumi-chan was the only one who
reacted.
No, the President is shaking his
shoulders. He seems to be enjoying it.
The rest of us look puzzled.
『Well... Hanabira Dai-Kaiten is...』
「Don't! You don't have to explain!」
She's probably embarrassed that she's
the only one who can react. After all, Natsumi-chan shouted desperately.
Just then, there was a sudden sound
from the red door. And the sound of unlocking echoed from the red door.
When the red door opened, Fumijima-san
stepped out in his usual sagging suit.
Yamauchi-san looks at him as if she
sees filth, and the President grits his teeth.
But the sight of a figure coming out
from behind him left everyone speechless.
On all fours, walking out like a dog,
was Akira-chan.
She was still in the lewd bondage
outfit we had seen on the monitor yesterday, her twin tails swaying like a dog
with droopy ears.
Her blindfold and nose hook were removed,
but the lead from her collar was still in Fumijima-san's hand.
「Akira!」
President shouted in surprise,
kicking his chair and standing up.
Akira-chan looked up at him with a
glazed look in his eyes and let out a lisp like an infant.
「Papa, ehehe, I've become Master's
property...」
「Fumijimaaaaaaaaaaaa!」
Immediately, anger swelled up inside
the President. Then, he punched Fumijima-san.
But it was Akira-chan who stopped
him.
She stands up, spreads her hands and
stands in front of the President.
「No, Papa, you can't do that to
Master...」
「Akira, what are you saying...」
The President was stunned, and
Fumijima-san opened his mouth with a triumphant look on his face.
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「I'm pretty sure that I will survive.
So, I've told Akira that I'll get either Misuzu or her out of here」
「Yes... that's why I did my best to
make him choose me... so please don't mess with him」
Akira-chan smiled as innocently as an
infant. And the President fell to her knees in dismay.
In an indescribably confused
atmosphere...
『Then, the voting results will be
announced』
Aramaki-san suddenly said this, and
Natsumi-chan hurriedly raised her voice.
「Wait, wait, wait! Misuzu-neesan
haven't arrived yet!」
『Oh? There's no way she's coming』
As soon as Aramaki-san said that, the
door to Misuzu-chan's room slammed open with a bang.
『You'll know it when you see it』
When Aramaki-san said that, we looked
at each other involuntarily. I had a bad feeling. No, I only had a bad feeling.
Me, Natsumi-chan and Masakey-chan got
up from our chairs.
The three of us huddled together and
walked toward the room fearfully.
And as soon as we peeked into the
room...
「Uaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!」
I screamed and fell on my butt.
The other two people reacted in a
similar manner.
We were falling back like insects
that had been caught back.
「Oh... it has started, hasn't it?」
I heard Kyoko-san's frustrated voice
behind me.
Inside the room was a pool of blood.
Mutilated limbs lying haphazardly.
Misuzu-chan's bloodied head lay alone
on the bed, like a mannequin for haircut practice.
The scene of a gruesome mutilation.
『It's okay to kill each other, if
necessary. The handbook says so, Jake. There's no problem, Jake』
「No, what do you mean, no problem!
People are dead!」
I shout, and Aramaki-san sighs in
annoyance.
『Ten out of twelve people will die
anyway. And it's not uncommon for participants to kill each other. Shouldn't
you be glad? One less person means more chances of survival』
As Aramaki-san said this, the door
closed with a bang.
『Let's get back on track and announce
the results, Jake!』
