"But… you said keep her in chains."
"That was when she wasn't loyal, bruh. Now?" I nodded toward the pulsing [Loyalty 100%] icon still glowing. "Now she's yours. Oh, and boy, you might wanna stock up. I'm talking Titan Rod XL cream, EnduroMax stamina boosters, and BlissHammer tabs 'cause tonight all she wants is to fuck the daylight outta you."
Okada slapped a hand over his mouth, muffling a bark of manic laughter. "Mad!" he choked out, eyes sparkling like he just got the ultimate loot drop. He dragged a hand down his face, still laughing. "Can she get jealous if I fuck other succubi in her presence?"
I turned to him slowly. "Of course, bruh. What slut likes sharing her master with other sluts? She'll get jealous, and if you ain't around, she'll try to kill the other succubi off like it's Game of Thrones in a sex dungeon."
Okada blinked, his mouth dropping low at the realization. "So… what do I do if I want the whole roster?"
I smirked. "Simple — fuck both of them equally. Keep the jealousy meter balanced, feed 'em right, and they'll eventually get used to each other. Hell, if you satisfy 'em well enough?" I leaned closer, voice dropping into a sinful growl. "They might even give you a threesome as a loyalty reward."
Okada froze, eyes wide, then leaned back in his chair, both hands covering his face as a strangled scream of pure gamer-degenerate joy ripped out of him. He turned to me, eyes begging to know the next move. "Show me."
"No regrets later."
"Bruh, I was born for regrets."
"Then pack your demon hoe first. Inventory her ass — we ain't dragging wifey into a bloodbath." Okada hit the command, and we both watched as the succubus blew him a kiss before her form dissolved into shimmering red glyphs, sucked neatly into the [Bound Souls] slot.
"Done," He muttered.
"Good," I said, pointing toward the newly unlocked section of the map. "Next gatekeeper's sitting pretty right there, guarding what you want, another succubus, probably nastier than the first, maybe even a dominatrix class."
Okada leaned forward, eyes glued to the glowing rift. "Alright, bruh, how do I make her surrender and, you know, do the whole 'special move' like the first one?"
"Not that easy this time. This one's a boss-tier, a whole different class.First thing is to look for the key pass. Where did she hide it? It is always on a part of her body for level 1."
"Um, there it is. In her ass! Damn her ass So? What next?"
"So, you gotta crack her pattern. Dominatrix types bow from control. You have to flip her own game on her, make her beg to hand the key over."
"So basically, out-dominant the dominatrix?"
"Exactly. You gotta keep her combo meter climbing while breaking her defense rhythm. Nail the timing, hold the pressure, and when her loyalty meter hits critical? She'll hand you that key with a smile — and probably ask for a rematch."
He cracked his knuckles, leaned closer to the monitor, and muttered, "Alright, Queen Spikes-n-Leather, let's dance."
I watched him for a beat, then rubbed my eyes. "It's already late, bruh. Keep playing if you want, but if you need help, just ping the in-game assistant. I'm gonna take a short nap before my brain leaks out of my skull." Okada tore his eyes away from the screen and yawned. It was obvious he was fighting sleep.
Poor dude only wants to play!
"Bruh," he said, deadly serious, "I love you so much for this."
I waved him off, already stretching. "Yeah, yeah."
"Go sleep in my bed. Enjoy that warm, cozy bed. You earned it." He pointed to the direction of the bed and I nodded, dragging my sleepy butt off the chair and going in that direction. I stumbled into his room, eyes half-closed, my whole body just begging to shut down. The bed was exactly like he promised and I didn't even bother changing, just fell onto it face-first, snuggled into the sheets.
Out of habit, I fished my phone out of my pocket, thumb sliding the screen awake.
Ping.
One fresh notification.
[HellBound: Infernal Desires] — Payout Alert
My sleepy brain blinked, then focused as the message lit up.
Congratulations, Developer Kaito! You've earned 100% of the Japanese Yen plugged in for today's in-game currency purchases.
"The more they make in-game purchases with real money…I get one hundred percent on all the real money. Damn. I didn't just make a game. I made a goddamn money machine with tits."
I stretched out on the bed enjoying how today turned out. I was no longer an employee working under Kenshao company, got extra 20,000$ and a job with the president. This was the best day of my life. My phone dimmed on its own, slipping from my hand onto the sheets as my eyes fluttered shut and sleep hit me fast.
*******
BEEP.
BEEP.
BEEP.
I groaned, face buried in Okada's pillow. Whatever alarm was waking me from the void of sleep was relentless. BEEP.
BEEP.
I reached lazily to my left, hand fumbling across the bed until I found my phone. My thumb swiped the screen awake, squinting at the tiny little dots.
10:00 AM.
I scrolled upwards to see no alarms set prior to today, only endless bank credit alerts. Not one nor ten but hundreds of them. My breath caught. My eyes darted down the list of incoming payments ranging from ¥30,000, ¥120,000, ¥500,000, all of them all sitting in my notification bar. I sat up slowly, the weight of it finally cracking through my sleep haze.
"I didn't know Okada was this rich to spend this whole amount on a game?" I kicked myself off the bed, cleaning the saliva trailing down my chin and went out of his room. I squinted heavily at the bright lit room in his workshop, it had never been this bright before.
I staggered fully out of the room, still half-dazed and froze. The workshop which always-smelled-like-ramen workshop was packed. Not just a little packed. Full-blown human sardine can. Over fifty people, maybe more, crammed into every corner, some standing on chairs, some sitting on overturned crates, all with their eyes glued to their phone screens.
"...What the actual hell?" I muttered, scratching my head like maybe this was a fever dream.
Everywhere I looked, people were playing my game. I spotted familiar red glyphs swirling on every display. I leaned over one teen guy, maybe sixteen, hunched over a neon-green phone, thumbs moving like his life depended on it.
"Oi," I said, peeking at the screen. Yup. HellBound: Infernal Desires. That little bastard was mid-fight with the dominatrix boss. "Kid… how did you get this game, lad?"
The teen glanced at me for a split second, sweaty bangs sticking to his forehead, before flicking his eyes back to the screen. "That man there," he said, nodding with his chin toward the far end of the room without even breaking combo, "sold it to us for a thousand yen. Go meet him to help you install it. Man, I am loving this game. Whoever brought up this game is a mad genius."
I turned slowly in the direction he pointed. And there was Okada still with the laptop and his joystick from overnight, still on that same spot like he never moved and a signboard in the workshop a distance away from him with a stack of QR codes printed on A4 paper and clasped to it.
People were lining up. Lining up.
And every scan? Another ¥1,000. I just stood there, mouth dry, brain running through about seventeen different emotions at once: shock, pride, greed, and the sudden realization that I might've just stumbled onto the most profitable accidental underground game launch in Japan.
"Hey!" I called out to Okada, digging through the people on the line. From teenagers to high school grads, to college girls and boys. Every age group was definitely here. I was able to pull through and got to the front of the line. Okada never lifted his head from that screen even when I tapped him. "Okada! You didn't sleep?"
"I'm in level 10 Kaito!"