"Congratulations. You lose."
Rigel informed her of that.
Then he put a finger inside the female commentator.
"Nhiii!!"
The female commentator raised a cry of pleasure.
On that expression fear and pleasure, and deep humiliation, mixed.
"Now then… the start of the 'final event' we've been looking forward to."
The tone of his voice changed.
It was not an extension of the game, but the raising of the curtain on a new nightmare thrust as reality.
He pulled his finger out and took off his trousers.
"Wha!?"
She raised her voice reflexively.
As if an ice spear had been driven into her from behind, her body tensed.
At Rigel's groin a cock stood erect.
"Wh… why…?"
"Hm? Why? Because you…"
Rigel floated a grin and covered the female commentator from above.
In that smile there was not a scrap of mercy.
It was completely a master's.
"Because your loss is confirmed! As my sex slave, it's your first job right away!!"
Shouting that, Rigel thrust that rod into her private place.
