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[Episode 11] – Master’s Game

“Master, it’s a game.”

A chill ran down my spine, and I felt the hairs on my body stand on end. The ladies’ eyes were focused on me at Catherine’s words. Their gazes were like those of wild beasts preparing to hunt me down at any moment.

‘…Let’s run away.’

I, who was like a herbivore in front of a wild beast, thought that I had to run away first. If I continued like this, I would lose not only information but also something precious. I had to avoid becoming Catherine and the ladies’ plaything at all costs.

“…I’m going to go back now.”

“Yeah. Bye.”

…? I jumped out of bed and said I was going back, Catherine said she would let me go easily. I grabbed the dress I had worn to run away and was about to head to another room when Catherine asked me from behind.

“But why are you here?”

“That, that… It’s been a while since I’ve seen your faces…”

“No, right?”

Catherine kept looking at me over her glass as she drank her champagne. As the lady next to her filled Catherine’s glass with the pinkish bubbly, Catherine just looked up at me and then back at her champagne.

“You didn’t come here because of the debt? To get something?”

“How, how about that..?”

Trisha never spoke of her debts to anyone except Viscount Sergio. It was not uncommon for nobles to be in debt, but Trisha was afraid that if a widow were to be in debt, bad things would happen, so she told no one.

“Why? Do you really think I don’t know? It’s your story?”

“……”

“You can just go, Trisha. But, are you sure you can go now? Do you know what I’m going to tell you next? You never know? Maybe a good story about canceling your debt? Maybe I know a good place for your daughters to go?”

Catherine looked at me and smiled gently. I wondered how she could possibly know about the debt, but in social circles, information spreads like wildfire, so I let it slide.

Of course, Catherine would tell a really good story. Even though she looked like that, she was still a ‘countess’. Rather, she was the real power in the count’s family, standing in for the unconscious count. If she could tell a ‘good story’, it would definitely be of great help to the daughters.

“Go if you want to go. I won’t force you. I don’t want to do it either.”

“……”

There was no choice… For Trisha’s sake, and for me to live here properly, I needed information right now. A way to pay off my debt, a good dowry for my daughters, and Trisha, who was a widow and couldn’t step into society, this was the only place she could get information.

I put the dress I was holding down back down and crawled back onto the bed. It was an unconscious action, but as I crawled across the bed on all fours, Catherine looked down at me with a satisfied smile.

“Instead, please…take it easy…”

“Haha. If someone saw me, they’d think I was going to eat them?”

I’m going to eat you… Who was it that acted like they were going to eat you right away…

I settled back into Catherine’s seat, laid back on the soft bed, and closed my eyes tightly. I was already a meal on the table of beasts.

Catherine smiled, holding up a bucket with a wooden stick on it.

“Okay. Now that everyone is here, shall we begin?”

I just had no choice but to beg like this.

Please, make a request that is at least normal…

*

The rules of the game were simple. It was the same as the ‘King Game’ that I had heard of at least once. The ‘master’ chosen by lottery gave orders to the ‘slaves’ with numbers written on them, and the slaves had to do as the master said. When I asked what would happen if they refused the orders, Catherine answered as if it was absurd.

“There is no such thing. Refusal is considered disloyalty and will result in a more severe command.”

“That’s…”

“So if you get caught, just follow along. If you want to do it like the ladies did earlier, you can refuse.”

I thought of a trick, like refusing orders and drinking the penalty drink. But there was no such trick. Rather, did everyone enjoy giving orders? There was no way to avoid it.

“Okay. Since there’s a first-timer here, I’ll explain the rules. When you draw a stick, you have to hide the number written on the stick. So that no one knows. And the person who draws a red stick is the ‘owner’. The owner can call out numbers and give orders. Since there’s a first-timer here, let’s take it ‘lightly’. Okay?”

““Yes~””

Catherine’s words made me sigh in relief. She said ‘lightly’, so maybe a simple kiss? Or maybe a breast touch? That was bearable. When it was my turn to draw lots, I drew lots while praying. Please don’t let me get caught..!

Ssuk- Let’s draw a lottery. The tip of the lottery was dyed red, as if the god of lottery smiled at me. The ladies who saw my lottery looked at me, the winner of this round, saying, “Oh my.” I was the winner of the first round.

Catherine asked me, giggling.

“Master? What order would you like to give?”

“Uh,uh,um…”

What command should I give? First of all, no matter how much I think about it, the theme of this ‘Master Game’ was ‘sexual desire’. If the king gave a strange command that did not fit the theme during the King Game, the atmosphere of the game would become bad and the king would most likely get cursed.

So, a very simple, basic command was needed that would satisfy the ‘sexual desires’ of the ladies.

“Sa, three times… and five times… a kiss..?”

“Oh my. I’m number 3.”

“I’m number 5.”

The woman with her golden hair hanging down over her shoulders and smiling seductively was number 3. The woman with brown hair that was loose and smiling brightly was number 5, and she waved the stick. Slowly, numbers 3 and 5 began to approach each other to carry out my ‘order’.

“Haha. If it’s your master’s order, then I have to obey it. It’s a bit… disheartening, though.”

“Madam, don’t say that. It’s your first time here, so you don’t know much, right?”

“Haha. That’s right. I made a mistake.”

The two of them came close enough to each other to carry out my orders, their lips brushing against each other, and then, very lightly, their lips collided. Clearly, I thought it would end like that, but their lips did not part and stuck together tightly.

And then, I clearly told her to kiss me, and we started kissing. The blonde woman opened the brown-haired woman’s lips with her tongue and stuck her tongue out between her parted lips. I was shocked by the situation that happened so quickly, and I could only stare at the scene unfolding before my eyes.

Their tongues entangled with each other, brushing past each other’s lips that couldn’t be closed, and the tongue began to make a wet, sloshing sound. The tongue that swallowed the lips completely swept the roof of the mouth and brushed the gums. The sight of their tongues entangled with each other was sensual.

“Ugh…haat…haa…!”

“Um…uhhh…!”

Their breaths went in and out between their parted lips. The women boldly put their arms around each other’s necks and pulled each other closer to kiss each other more passionately.

The sticky, slimy sound soon spread throughout the room, and the ladies began to grope each other’s bodies. Only then did Catherine say, “You are prohibited from doing anything beyond what I command,” and the ladies’ lips, which seemed as if they would never fall apart, fell apart with a sticky sound.

The ladies, perhaps because of their fever, did not want to leave each other even after the kiss that had been so passionate ended, but instead began to rub their bodies together even more. They smiled at each other and kept their lips close enough to touch.

“Trisha? As a master, do you like the orders given to slaves?”

“Uh,uh,yeah…”

“That’s great. Then let’s move on to the next round.”

Before I could even come to my senses, the swallows gathered again and began to be distributed again. This time, I drew number ‘2’. The owner was the blonde woman I had been kissing earlier. The blonde woman smiled and waved the red-painted stick.

“Then~ Master will give the order~”

‘Please not number 2, please not number 2, please not number 2..!’

But this time, the God of Swallows did not smile at me. Instead, he smiled cruelly at me as if he was going to return my good luck with interest.

“2 treats number 4 to a valley drink!”

“Eek..!”

I showed the stick with the number 2 written on it and trembled. And then, I despaired. Catherine, who was smiling beside me, shook the stick and showed it to all of us.

“Me. Number 4.”

When I turned my head, Catherine was staring at me with her feverish eyes. I flinched when I felt Catherine’s hot breath on my skin and heard her breathing in my ear. I felt like I was getting burned by her heat even though she hadn’t even touched me yet.

I raised my trembling hands and asked Catherine.

“What is that… valley wine..?”

“You know what ‘the child’ did to the wife earlier? Pour alcohol on your body…and I drink it.”

“Oh my god…”

I wanted to run away right away. Was I supposed to do such a perverted thing? But I couldn’t run away. If I ran away from here, I wouldn’t get anything. In fact, I might never be able to set foot here again.

Catherine smiled and took out a bottle of whiskey from under the bed and held it out in front of me.

“Then, I’ll take this whiskey?”

“Ah…so, do I have to take off my underwear too..?”

“Isn’t that obvious?”

Is this normal..? I took off my negligee with trembling hands, unhooked my bra, and took off my panties. I felt so embarrassed that everyone’s eyes were on me that I felt like my body was heating up.

I stood up and took off my panties, and they fell to my ankles. I pushed my underwear away with my toes, and covered my chest with one hand and the other with my other hand out of embarrassment.

So I was completely naked in front of everyone. Just when I was feeling embarrassed and thinking I wanted to hide if I had a hole, Catherine started pouring whiskey over my cleavage where I was sitting.

“Wow..!”

“Put your legs together. That’s right. It won’t be a glass.”

“Huh, huh..!”

Tears flowed down my cheeks without me knowing. The whiskey flowed down my sternum, flowing down between my soft stomach, then down my lower abdomen, wetting my pubic hair, and gathering in the empty space created by my legs tightly pressed together.

“Okay. Let’s get started.”

Was it because of the alcohol in the whiskey? That place began to sting. My legs, which were tightly pressed together while I tightened my buttocks, began to tremble, and the whiskey that had gathered in my vagina began to slosh. Catherine slowly climbed on top of me, buried her head between my vaginal openings, and began to lick the whiskey that had gathered in my vagina.

Blink. Blink. Blink.

“Huh, huh..!”

I felt strange. Every time the whiskey sloshed, the place would start to hurt, probably because of the alcohol. My strength drained and I unknowingly spread my legs apart, and the whiskey dripped down through the gap and soaked the blanket. It was as if I had peed on the blanket.

Catherine looked down at me menacingly and lowered her voice, perhaps not liking the way I looked.

“…What do you want to do now?”

“Huh, huh..!”

“Aren’t you putting enough strength into your legs?”

Crack-!

Catherine slapped my thigh with her palm, making a ‘clap!’ sound. In an instant, my thigh was covered in a red mark, just like Catherine’s palm. I almost screamed in pain, but Catherine poured whiskey into my body again, and I couldn’t help but hold back tears and brace my legs.

“I won’t tell you twice. Put strength in your legs.”

“Huh, huh..!”

“You’re the one who ignored my advice and fell into debt. Trisha. If you don’t want to do it right, go home.”

I bit my lower lip at Catherine’s cold words and gathered my legs together to collect the whiskey flowing down my body into my vagina. It stung and hurt, but I had to endure it. Catherine was holding everything I wanted right now.

Catherine looked at the whiskey gathered in my vagina again, smiled, and caressed my cheek.

“You can do it, right? ”

“Huh, huh..!”

“You can’t spill it this time. Got it?”

I clenched my teeth and tightened my thighs to keep my legs together so that the whiskey that had gathered in my vagina wouldn’t leak out. Catherine lowered her head to my vagina again and began to lick it slowly with her tongue. The sloppy, lewd sound of water began to echo throughout the room.

Sometimes Catherine’s tongue would touch the inside of my thigh and I would feel weak, but I held on somehow and held on until Catherine drank all the whiskey. After licking every last drop, Catherine slowly raised her head, looked at me, and stroked my face again.

“Good job, Trisha.”

Looking at Catherine’s face smiling brightly at me.

“Heh, heh heh…”

I found myself laughing.

***

Catherine ai illustrator added