Dead Man's Harem. Since I can't kill myself, I'll find other ways to be happy. Chapter 17: Lewd Rock Paper Scissors (18 )

Making eye contact with the lewd busty cosplay loli with white hair who barely turned eighteen less than a month ago, Devon stared into her big babydoll eyes and cosplay style dyed hair. Although it wasn't dyed, her hair was really naturally white, which made it all the hotter.

"Alright, let's play." Devon placed his fist over his other hand. "Rock, paper, scissors!"

With his hand opened into paper, Devon laughed as he saw countess Ilyana's bottom lip tremble when she realized that she played rock into it. He had a feeling that a first tir would go with the easiest gesture to make, a closed fist, although from here on out it was going to be pure luck.

He hoped that he could win the next round too, so that he'd get king privileges. The scenario that he devised for this ga ant either participant that won two rounds in a row would get to order the other as a king's slave to do anything, within reason. And if the slave disobeyed, they'd suffer a punishnt. He purposely kept the definition of the punishnt vague so that he could change it as needed.

The countess was intelligent and sharp, but gullible enough when it ca to gas from his previous life and matters of intimacy that he felt that this could work. And even if it didn't work, at least he had a bit of plausible deniability to work with. He could always just claim that he was teaching her a 'ga' from his hotown.

"Rock, paper, scissors!"

Damn, Devon cursed under his breath. He held up paper again, but this ti the countess was holding scissors.

The countess giggled. "I knew you'd try to do it again~" she said cheerfully, clearly happy that she won in this new ga that she was just taught.

As the carriage left town and hobbled down the roads outside, the scenery changed into vast plains with trees here and there, with a brook of flowing water nearby. This truly was a fantasy world, Devon thought. As if soone took an RPG and made it into a real world.

"Again, again!" the countess whined, eager to win once more.

Devon threw out his hand, finding himself holding paper against the countess's scissors one more ti.

"Ooh, I win again. Clearly my elegance and intelligence is helping , ohoho~" she laughed with the sa haughty tone as the mada although in a higher pitched voice. No wonder she was the mada's apprentice or student, she even picked up so of the mada's mannerisms.

"And if I rember correctly, you are now my slave Devon!" the countess declared. "Grovel before , and kiss my feet!"

Suddenly, Devon got so insight as to why the countess's father the earl desperately wanted to teach his daughter so manners, going as far as hiring an escort from the guild backrooms.

But a loss was a loss. Devon got onto the carriage floor and bent down, bringing the lady's foot up. He didn't kiss the foot though. Instead, Devon pushed his hands just a little further up the countess's calf, almost to her thigh, and then gently pecked her shin.

The countess fidgeted as her face turned a shade redder, as she had a confused look on her face. "T-that's not my foot!" she protested.

"Sorry, I must have ssed up," Devon replied.

"I-it's okay. I forgive you for now, slave."

"Alright, let's continue with the ga. After two consecutive wins, you get one order, so that was your order."

Devon locked eyes with the young countess as they shook their fists again. He won, and then she won, tie, another tie, then she won seven rounds went by without two consecutive wins.

But on the eighth, Devon pulled out a rock against her scissors, and shouted in jubilation. "Haha, gotcha!"

The countess looked away bashfully, as if she was embarrassed about losing a ga of chance.

"As the king, I order countess Ilyana to hug until I say stop."

"Eh? That's easy! Did you think I'd back down from a challenge like that?" the countess replied with a sharp tone.

"Here, let's hug!" she declared, wrapping her arms around Devon and pressing her soft patties into the bottom of Devon's ribcage near his stomach, since she was only tall enough to reach up to there.

Not missing a beat, Devon returned the embrace and trailed his hands down her back to her buttocks, and he began groping her gently while keeping a tight embrace on the barely legal countess.

"W-what are you doing?" the countess exclaid.

"I'm hugging," Devon replied. "I thought you said this challenge was easy? Or do you want to admit defeat and back down now?"

"Don't be silly, I would never back down from sothing as easy as this," the countess replied, squirming as Devon squished her plump ass with his hands.

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