Three-Player Love Jenga (1)

“…What is this?”

“You, uh, you said you’d do whatever we picked, right?”

—I’ll do whatever you guys choose, no complaints.

…I did say that.

I can’t believe they actually brought this.

Bae Yeon-woo, who I thought would say something like, ‘A-gyeol, you don’t have to do this if you’re uncomfortable,’ was now silent.

He was just staring back and forth between me and the Jenga box.

“…Fine. I don’t know if this will even work with three people.”

At that, they cheered.

*

What a spectacle.

I’d expected a certain level of intensity from an R-rated game of Love Jenga, but this was on another level.

The rules of Love Jenga were as follows:

Like regular Jenga, you pull out a wooden block. Then, you have to perform the action written on it.

Each block had two actions, one on each side, stuck on with a sticker. It seemed there was a slight difference in the intensity between the two.

They probably designed it so you could play two different modes with one set. How resourceful of them.

There was also a die, which specified the details of the action.

For example, if a block said ‘Do (action) to (body part)’, you would roll the die to determine which body part to act on, or what action to perform on that body part.

As for examples… no.

…People are so creative.

While they were setting up the game, a drunk Bae Yeon-woo knocked over the neatly stacked tower. As they were restacking it, I got a look at the blocks one by one.

And looking at them, it was truly a sight to behold.

According to the instruction manual in the box, there were various levels of intensity.

And these bastards had brought the version with the highest difficulty.

The other side of the blocks had actions of a slightly lower intensity, but ‘lower’ was only relative. They were still objectively intense.

The two of them were also looking at the blocks as they stacked them, and every time, white flames flared to life.

And every time, they’d just giggle, pleased as punch.

….

By the way, from the perspective of the person managing the games downstairs…

Didn’t it just look like two drunk men were checking out the most intense version of Love Jenga?

…Not my problem.

As they were finishing the stack and using the frame to straighten it, I asked,

“But isn’t this game meant for couples? That would mean it’s for two people. How do we play with three?”

Since Love Jenga was originally intended for couples, the actions were designed for two people.

…The creators probably didn’t imagine three people playing a game of this intensity together.

“Well, the two of us… with you, A-gyeol….”

“So both you and Yeon-woo are going to do it with me?”

“Yeah. That’s how it has to be. It’s not like we can do it with each other.”

I imagined it.

…Ugh.

I wonder if the person managing the board games downstairs had the same thought when they saw these two walk away with the Love Jenga.

If so, what a pity for them.

“…Then what about me?”

“You… pick whoever you want.”

“You can alternate, too. Whatever you want, A-gyeol.”

“What about the penalty? For knocking over the tower.”

“Penalty? Hmm… since the two sides seem to have different levels, how about the person who knocks it over has to do the high-intensity action in the next game?”

“Sounds good. What do you think, A-gyeol?”

The two of them were perfectly in sync.

“Sounds good to me.”

“Then let’s go. First round, everyone does the low-intensity actions. Who wants to go first?”

“You go first, A-gyeol.”

“…Alright.”

I’d played a fair bit of Jenga.

Gently pressing on the blocks to find one that would slide out with just a tap—

There.

‘Kiss.’

….

“What’s it say?”

“Kiss.”

“Oh, who are you going to kiss?”

Might as well fan the flames a little while we’re at it.

The smaller of the two is—

….

They’re both the same size.

I’ll just pick the one with the higher rank. He’ll probably give more Essense that way.

I moved toward Bae Yeon-woo.

His white flame flared violently.

Mwah—

A light peck.

“Ah, wasn’t it ‘kiss’?”

“Do you have a problem with it?”

“Nope. I’ll go next.”

I perform the action I draw with the person I choose.

Picking one of the two.

Bae Yeon-woo, having behaved himself, reached for the Jenga tower.

He grabbed one and—

Huh? That one looks tough—

Crash!

The Jenga tower, which had been teetering, came tumbling down.

“Why did it fall so fast—”

Ah, I realized. The penalty wasn’t a penalty at all.

If you knock over the tower, only you have to do the high-intensity action in the next game.

…For these bastards, that wasn’t a penalty, was it?

“Ah, dear me. My hands are shaking because I’m drunk. Does this mean I have to do the high-intensity side next game?”

“Hey! You bastard…”

It seemed Kim Hee-an had finally caught on.

Looks like Bae Yeon-woo was the smarter one.

Did Kim Hee-an really propose the penalty himself without even thinking of this loophole?

“A-gyeol! Isn’t this too much?”

Seems so.

“Well, a penalty is a penalty… right?”

“Hey, you shut up. This is void! I call a do-over!”

“You’re the one who set the rule… What should we do?”

“…Yeon-woo is clever. For the next round, only Yeon-woo will do the high-intensity action. For the round after that, hmm…”

“From the round after next, let’s make it so the person who knocks it over can only do the low-intensity actions! What is this crap?”

“As long as A-gyeol is okay with it, I don’t mind.”

“…I’ll just pick whichever of the two difficulties I feel like.”

“What?”

“Got a problem?”

“No.”

“Do whatever you want, A-gyeol.”

“Hey, you’re restacking the tower, you hear?”

*

We started again.

Kim Hee-an, looking wronged for not even getting a turn, decided to go first.

His approach was extremely cautious.

It seemed he wanted to do the high-intensity action in the next game.

Clack.

A wooden block fell.

“‘Take off one piece of clothing’ and… ‘Take off one of the other person’s clothes with your mouth.’ From my perspective, isn’t taking off someone else’s clothes the lower-intensity action?”

Kim Hee-an was trying to pull a fast one.

“Isn’t he an idiot, A-gyeol?”

“No, A-gyeol. From my point of view—”

“How about from now on, I only do my turns with Yeon-woo?”

Kim Hee-an obediently took off his shirt.

Since it was still warm, his bare skin was immediately exposed.

For a magic-type, his body was surprisingly well-maintained.

“Your turn next, A-gyeol.”

My turn.

Honestly, it didn’t matter to me if I knocked it over.

But I have my pride.

Sliide—

I pulled it out smoothly.

“What is it?”

“‘Ask someone to lick you’ and… ‘Caress someone’s crotch over their clothes for one minute.’”

The body part to be licked would be decided by the die.

…This is probably the lower-intensity one, right? Let’s take it easy since it’s still early.

“Which one are you going to do?”

I let the die answer for me.

“Five. Thigh.”

“Who?”

“Hee-an.”

“Huh? Why?”

“You’re going to play fair, right?”

“Of course.”

“Here. Lick it.”

“But, the clothes…?”

He was still wearing pants.

Kim Hee-an was just trying to pull another fast one.

“Yeon-woo. You do it.”

“Yes.”

“I’m sorry. I’ll play really, really fair.”

“No.”

“Thanks, Hee-an.”

“Ah, seriously.”

Bae Yeon-woo gave the inside of his thigh a couple of light licks.

“Well, it’s just the beginning, so we’ll keep it light?”

“Sure.”

“Then… I’ll draw.”

Click.

“Since I’m on the high-intensity side… ‘Take off everything but your underwear versus take off only your underwear.’ I’ll take off everything but my underwear.”

Because it was the high-intensity side, it was on a different level from Kim Hee-an, who got away with just taking off a single shirt.

Soon, Bae Yeon-woo stood there in nothing but his underwear, his enhancement-type physique revealing well-defined muscles.

…and revealing the outline of his briefs, too.

“This feels nice and cool.”

“My turn.”

Kim Hee-an was getting worked up.

But his hand was calm.

“I got… ‘Suck the other person’s finger for n seconds.’ The n is… decided by the die, I see.”

Clatter—

“Two. So that’s ten seconds. A-gyeol.”

I held out my hand.

It was white and long, the very picture of delicate beauty.

“I’m timing it.”

Bae Yeon-woo had become a stickler.

“You shut up. I’ll know when to stop, A-gyeol.”

…!

A strange sensation.

So this was my penalty.

“Ten seconds are up.”

In an instant, my finger was slick with his saliva.

“I’m going to go wash this off.”

“Huh? Aren’t we supposed to keep going—”

“Got a problem?”

“No.”

After I washed my hands, it was my turn again.

I smoothly pulled out another block.

“Put your hand in the other person’s underwear.”

For reference, the higher-intensity action was ‘Make love for one minute without moving.’

Hmm…. We’re not at that stage yet.

“A-gyeol… Yeon-woo got to do it last time.”

Kim Hee-an looked pitiful.

“…Fine.”

It would have been easier with Bae Yeon-woo, who was only in his underwear, but whatever. I put my hand inside Kim Hee-an’s underwear.

A single, hot, hard piece of flesh.

Its tip was damp and slick, and it would twitch from time to time, bumping against my hand.

“I’ll be drawing my block.”

As Bae Yeon-woo pulled out a block, I pulled my hand out. In the process, it was drenched in his precum.

Kim Hee-an started to grab my hand, then hesitated.

“‘Touch the other person’s crotch for n seconds.’ Well… I rolled a four, so that’s thirty seconds. Over the clothes? Or under?”

“Over, obviously. The licking thing was over the clothes, too.”

“But that was the low-intensity side. This is the high-intensity side, so shouldn’t it be under the clothes?”

Bae Yeon-woo easily shut down Kim Hee-an’s argument. Kim Hee-an was definitely not as sharp as Bae Yeon-woo.

“Should I do it over? Or… under?”

Bae Yeon-woo asked me.

“Hmm… I think what Yeon-woo said makes more sense.”

“Right?”

“I’m timing it.”

“Go ahead.”

Bae Yeon-woo grabbed the waistband of my clothes, then slid his other hand into my underwear—

“Hngh.”

“You’re wet.”

“Hnnn—”

He rubbed my slit with his middle and ring fingers, and once they were slick, he started tormenting my clit—

Shlick, shlick, shlick—

“Ah, hngh,”

Shlick—

“Hey, hey, stop! Time’s up.”

At Kim Hee-an’s urging, Bae Yeon-woo pulled his hand away.

A clear thread stretched from his fingers.

Glistening fingers.

“My turn.”

Kim Hee-an, who had been staring blankly at those clear threads, snapped out of it and pulled a Jenga block.

“‘Act out your favorite position.’ This is for two people, right? It doesn’t matter if it’s over our clothes.”

Kim Hee-an looked desperate, and it seemed like it would be funny if he did it alone, so I went over to him.

“Aish, what should I do.”

“Ten.”

“What about it.”

“Nine.”

“Ah, fuck.”

“Eight.”

“Come here. Lie down here and—”

“Seven.”

“Ah, I’ve decided, so shut up.”

Yeon-woo’s got the right idea. Let’s get this over with.

The position Kim Hee-an chose was one where I spread my legs toward the sky in an M-shape, while he used the force of gravity to pound down from above.

Hee-an’s hardened rod, even through our clothes,

“A-gyeol has to go next, so don’t overdo it.”

“Ah, just a second.”

Kim Hee-an slowly moved his hips, grinding and pressing down hard.

“Time.”

“Hee-an, get off.”

“Ah… okay.”

Leaving the now-docile Kim Hee-an behind, I drew a block.

The penalty written on my Jenga block was—

“…Who wants to see me?”

“Me!”

“You saw last time. A-gyeol, no, Miss A-gyeol, me.”

Bae Yeon-woo was starting to drop the formalities.

Seeing him gradually lose his mind, hehe.

“Yeon-woo. Hee-an, turn around.”

“Ah, seriously.”

Kim Hee-an grumbled but obediently turned away.

Should I show him sitting down, or standing up?

Alright, since Yeon-woo had a good sense of things—

I sat down and pulled off my bottoms and underwear together.

A cool sensation washed over me.

I spread my legs.

“Whoa…”

Bae Yeon-woo slowly started stroking himself over his underwear.

Before, he had used his forearm to do it, trying to be discreet—though I could see everything—but now he was using his hand, completely undisguised.

As he slowly stroked upward, his underwear pulled taut, revealing the outline in greater detail.

His gaze was fixed between my legs, refusing to move.

Hehe.

I used my fingers to spread my most intimate place wide open—

And then immediately closed it again.

“Ah.”

Bae Yeon-woo looked disappointed.

But beyond the disappointment was a stronger longing, a desire.

When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into you.

That intense longing and desire…

…awakened something inside of me as I met its gaze.

At the same time, a powerful memory surfaced.

Shuddering at Song Gi-woo’s blessing,

the thrill I felt in every single fiber of my being,

that intense life force pulsing ‘inside’ me,

that first drop that erupted and soaked me from within,

filling that space with searing heat,

Ding—

Status windows began to pop up one after another.

But that wasn’t important.

The only thing that mattered—

was the two of you in front of me.