2. Give your body to
Suddenly her head was turned. Black Hair, in charge of her left nipple, cupped her cheek and kissed her. His tongue rolled against hers with wet, obscene sounds, saliva spilling from the corner of her mouth.
"You didn't seem very focused."
His low voice vibrated against her eardrum.
"So I thought I'd try kissing."
He had the coldest expression of the three. Maybe that was why she liked black-haired characters—close to her own dark brown hair. Ju-in took a shaky breath.
"Look at me too, Master."
Her briefly abandoned breast was pinched. Blond grinned up at her, kneading one nipple with his hand and the other with his mouth.
Three men—so of course, three fully aroused cocks.
Strangely, though they stroked and pressed with their fingers, none of them actually penetrated her with them. Still, her mouth, front, and back were relentlessly toyed with.
Kept right on the edge of climax, Ju-in thrashed under their assault. Her soaked entrance trembled, spasming uncontrollably. At some point, she couldn't even tell who was doing what.
"Relax."
"Give your body to us."
"We'll show you a new world."
Overwhelmed, she shut her eyes. Even trying to keep them open was impossible under the waves of pleasure.
"Don't—don't lick there."
"Did you hear her? Focus here."
"You fucking lunatics."
The moment they pushed in, they expertly brushed against her inner sweet spots.
It was a peak she hadn't even known existed. No matter how many times they thrust, they showed no sign of tiring—inhuman.
These obscene bastards…
Panting, Ju-in shuddered.
"Jesus, none of you are sane. There should be a psych test before pulling characters like this."
"A psych test?"
The colorful-haired men glanced at each other, chatting amongst themselves.
"We were carefully selected to serve you."
"Yeah. We went through insane competition. I don't remember the exact number, but it was like… several hundred to one?"
"For the record, mine was 398:1."
The survivors grinned at one another, proud of their victory.
"Our personalities are all different."
"But people don't show everything on the first date, right?"
Whether their stats were S-rank, SSS-rank, or SSR didn't really matter. They were all twisted lunatics with bottomless deficiencies. Ju-in instinctively knew she needed to stay alert whenever she could still communicate with them normally.
"Did you do this right?"
A new voice cut in.
"Doesn't look like Master's fully satisfied with just three."
Another man gathered her collapsing body into his arms.
"You…"
The sensation was different from the pleasure before—sharp, almost chilling. A purely instinctive reaction ran through her.
Gray hair…
"Ugh. I'll try harder."
"There's no need."
"What?"
Before the question finished—bang. The redhead collapsed. A dull sound echoed, like cold water thrown over the room that had moments ago been filled with sex.
"W-what…?"
"Oh, sorry. Did I get blood on you?"
"What did you just do?"
"Thinning them out."
The man holding her whispered gently.
"Ever tried planting seeds? Too many, and they don't get enough nutrients—they wither and die."
"You didn't have to kill him."
"He's not dead. Just a performance."
A performance? What the hell was he talking about? The information gap was obvious. Ju-in decided she needed to dig deeper.
"It's survival of the fittest. Common sense."
Coming from someone who'd just committed an utterly senseless act, it sounded even more chilling.
"Don't worry. You'll get used to it soon, Master."
When you lock lunatics in one enclosure, blood and flesh flying is to be expected. One thing was certain—this one was strong.
*
She felt like her sanity was being攻略'd(system-mandated capture) now.
Because all these lunatics were starting to look like the same person.
*
It was a situation that fit the phrase survival of the fittest all too perfectly.
How many days had it been since she'd suddenly been dropped here, confronted by a legion of pretty boys, and locked away?
The slender, pretty-faced figures who'd once declared they'd grow to suit her tastes were nowhere to be seen. At some point, her days had shifted into a routine—facing the same single face, at the same regular time, every day.
The status window that had warned failure to complete results in death hadn't appeared again after the first time, either.
"Hey, you bastard…"
That didn't mean she'd been released from confinement. Ju-in sucked in ragged breaths.
"Ah. So you don't like tentacles after all?"