Just hearing the word "punishnt" was enough to send everyone into a panic, struck with fear.
Not to ntion the possible consequences that could follow—it all felt like a nightmare creeping into reality. One thing was clear: all the players were trembling, gripped by the sa fear.
Yes, all of them. No exceptions.
Even those who passed the test this ti couldn’t feel relieved.
Instead, an unbearable guilt settled in their chests. A ssy swirl of emotions.
But what could they do?
What’s done is done. Like rice that’s already turned into porridge. Like a seed buried deep in the soil—there’s no taking it back.
Sooner or later, everyone would reap what they had sown.
Not long after, on the big screen—
[NEW STATUS & ITEMS ACQUIRED: LUST PROPERTY - NECKLACE & BRACELET]
A bright, flashing ssage:
[SEX SLAVE OF CARNAL DESIRE]
A neklace with a deep red pendant, frad in silver, reflecting the sa words.
The other accessory—a bracelet, equally ornate and chilli—
"AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!"
A woman’s hysterical scream echoed through the air, gut-wrenching, and she—yes, she too was wearing that accessory. Her cries sparked panic like a virus.
So tried to escape from the circle, but it was useless—the system prevented them in place. Others were frozen stiff, while so started to cry. Fear turned into resignation.
There were shrieks. Screams. Curses.
"You fucking bastard!" soone shouted.
"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!"
Akuma simply smiled.
"From now on, you all have to obey your owner’s orders. No exceptions. No negotiations. No compromises."
"Owner?! What the hell do you an?!"
"Oooh, still don’t get it, huh?" Akuma winked.
"You’re all gonna get a D-Drive. With it, you can have your own slave~. One click, and they’ll do whatever you say. Yep, whatever."
Soone scread, "YOU’RE INSANE!"
Akuma chuckled. "Insane? Nope. This is just a ga~."
She walked over to one of the trembling participants.
"Hey, you. Guy. Who’s your favorite?" he asked casually.
The guy didn’t answer.
Akuma nodded thoughtfully, but then sighing as if she was heavily disappointed.
"Alright then... let’s give you a challenge." She pointed at a girl across him, the sa one whose screaming echoed throughout the stage.
"You’re gonna fuck her. Right now. Right here. In front of everyone."
She said while pressing a button on remote, giving him a permission to exit the circle.
Chaos erupted. So people backed away. The girl pointed at scread and covered herself, even though she was still fully clothed.
The guy froze. Everyone stared.
And then—he moved.
Slowly, like a puppet on strings, he walked toward her.
"No—don’t!" the girl cried out, stumbling back, shaking her head.
"Please, don’t—!"
But he didn’t stop.
Tears welled in her eyes. She kicked, slapped—anything—but he moved with chanical resolve. His face was blank. Dead behind the eyes.
"Stop it! What the fuck are you doing?!" soone shouted.
He pinned her down.
Screams erupted. So turned away.
Others were frozen in place, watching the horror unfold.
Her voice broke into sobs.
But all of a sudden—
CLAP... CLAP, CLAP, CLAP, CLAP.
Akuma’s slow, deliberate clapping echoed through the room—each clap dripping with mockery.
"Aaand... CUT!" She called out cheerfully.
The guy halted mid-motion, like soone had unplugged him.
"Great job, champ. You really sold the scene." Akuma grinned ear to ear.
"I an, wow. You’ve really got dedication just to stay in one piece."
The girl was trembling beneath him, unable to move, breath shallow.
With a flick of Akuma’s fingers, the guy was yanked off by an unseen force and flung across the room, back to the circle. He hit the floor with a thud, groaning in confusion.
Akuma strolled forward, humming.
"You didn’t actually think I’d make you do it, did you?" She waved a hand dismissively.
"I an—UGH. In front of everyone? That’s so gross. No elegance displayed there."
Silence. Only the girl’s quiet sobs remained.
"But hey," Akuma continued, eyes sparkling with mischief, "now we all know how far so of you are willing to go just because soone told you to. That’s the fun part."
She twirled once on her heel, then threw her arms wide.
"Dundunduun!" she exclaid gleefully. "So, what do you think of the punishnt? Exciting and fun, right? Aren’t you satisfied? You have to be! It’s part of the ga~"
He leaned forward, almost whispering:
"Winning and losing is normal. It’s just a ga, right?"
Bastard. Filthy. Inhuman.
I ground my teeth as those words rang in my head.
"Just a ga," they said?
Where the hell did you leave your mind?
Even the most deranged freaks wouldn’t go this far. This wasn’t twisted—it was calculated, surgical cruelty masquerading as entertainnt.
I didn’t know exactly what that label ant.
But I knew one thing for sure:
It wasn’t anything good.
"Okayyy~ just to make it simple, let’s explain the ’punishnt’ real quick~"
"So here’s the deal, let’s just say anyone with that label can be... fucked anyti, anywhere, without protection. But rember! They’re property of the ga, a prostitute. So if you wanna use them, you gotta rent. Hourly, if you want. Or, if not for getting laid, they can be made into labor slaves, ordered to do whatever, or..."
"Be freed."
Hold on, what? Freed?
Wait a minute... if that’s actually possible, then I can save at least one of them?
"Wanna save soone? Sure, but only one person can be freed. And only with this card~"
She raised her card high into the air.
A card? Oh yeah...
The V-CARD.
The one and only way to set soone free—
"How? Just check your ssages, duh! Don’t expect to explain everything! Put in a little effort, will ya?!"
Jeez. I thought we’d get the instructions right away.
Everyone imdiately checked their screens. too, still shaking.
I opened the ssage attachnt. A large headline filled the screen:
[V-CARD SYSTEM - RULES AND SAFETY PROCEDURES (259 kb)]
I started reading carefully.
It said that each player could only choose one person to free—one, as a form of "ownership" over a D-Drive bearer.
Ideally, if every player saved one person, then all the victims could be rescued. But of course, it wasn’t that simple. Because... so might refuse—they were now considered "used goods", like a bunch of fodders.
And then there’s the fact that everyone shared rooms in pairs.
Choosing one over the other? That was its own moral burden.
So... how exactly do you free soone?
I scrolled down—and it turned out...
You had to have sex with them first. And yes, actually get laid.
A condition that completely went against ethics and morality.
Completely inhumane. Not to ntion the victim’s obvious state of acute trauma.
"Well, you’ve all read it now. Easy peasy, right? Co on~ it’s just as simple as sex, why make it so complicated, hehehe~"
That rotten grin on her cutesy face. I really wanted to slap her so badly.
This Akuma indeed was a demon.
Covered in a human-alike flesh.
"Okay, that’s enough for today’s announcents before the round one. And oh, right—you’re all curious about the next even after this, aren’t you?"
We said nothing. Still in shock. Our voices stuck in our throats.
"Co on~ where’s the hype? Why so quiet?"
Silence. Sobs still echoed from so of the players.
"Geez~ what’s wrong with you guys? Co on! WHERE’S THE NOISE?!"
THUD!
"Y-YES, WE’RE SO CURIOUS!!!"
That scream burst from all our mouths at once.
Including mine.
And no—it wasn’t because we truly were so curious.
But because our mouths were forced to scream it out.
A cruelty beyond comprehension.
Freedom stolen in an instant.
What once felt like fun... was now the most brutal form of torture.
I almost choked just for saying that—pretty sure everyone else did too.
"HELL YEAH! There we go! Now the host doesn’t have to work so hard, right~?"
A smug, arrogant, and hollow response.
This psychopath truly didn’t care about the players now shivering in terror.
She only wanted to have fun.
This was her stage.
And what about us?
Nothing. Just re puppets in it.
"Alright, let’s not drag this out... without further ado, let’s welco...
Where’s the drum roll, you bastard bitches!!!"
The sound of a drum roll began. Akuma’s once soft and moe voice turned sarcastic and vile, like a toxic girl gar going over the top.
"Dun-dun-duuuun!" she said, while—
From the center of the stage, slowly rose the head of a man. His black hair perfectly neat. His face hidden behind a mask—half black, half white, both sides grinning.
A black suit, white shirt. Elegant.
So striking, everyone’s eyes locked onto him.
Black trousers. Shiny dress shoes.
His movents were calm, arrogant, as if the world belonged to him.
His presentation was so grand, like the main character of a final boss fight.
Even Akuma looked so captivated. Her eyes were all flowers and glitters.
And at that very mont...
Questions slamd into my chest.
Who is this man, really?
And most importantly, why does he seem so familiar?
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