Hentai King System

"W-what… That's overdoing it no matter how you look at it… There's no way I'd believe a tall tale like—"

"Well, if you don't believe it that's fine. Rather, resist without giving up. That way 'we' can enjoy it more too."

The words whispered by her ear had a ring that made one shudder.

Rigel's eyes shone like a predator licking its lips before prey.

When he snapped his fingers, two men appeared from behind him.

"Ossu! Commentator-san!"

"…Hello."

"Y-you people…!"

Seeing the faces of the men who appeared from the dark, her eyes opened wide.

She recognized them.

The men who had pinned her body from left and right at that time.

"I'll introduce them again. That bratty-looking idiot over there is Jin. This intellectual-acting glasses guy is Mars."

"Hello!"

"Please take care of me."

Jin disturbed the place with an unreserved loud voice and smile, and Mars quietly pushed up his glasses and bowed lightly.

Even that courtesy only looked like a deliberate play of mockery.

In the depths of the female commentator's chest a heat mixed of fear and anger swelled.

Rigel narrowed his eyes as if enjoying even that reaction and nodded with satisfaction.

"…Now then, shall we get to the main topic."

"Hi…!"

The female commentator's body trembled.

Her shoulder spasmed with a jerk, and the metal of the restraints made a faintly creaking sound.

Rigel gazed at that state looking thoroughly amused and slowly continued his words.

"Well, rest easy. I won't kill you. You'll just become our play partner a little."

"Play…?"

"Yeah. A game."

Rigel loosened his mouth and floated a smile containing some pleasure.

He slowly turned his feet toward the corner of the room.

Then he pulled over a small wheeled stand that had been placed there, making a gii… sound.

On that stand sliding across the floor with a creak sat an object of a strange shape.

A strangely glossy texture and curve that recalled a large "kokeshi."

A form packed with a clear "intent," different from a mere ornament.

It drifted a smell of something that had departed from daily life.

"W-what is that…"

The female commentator raised an uneasy voice.

Her gaze was pinned to that strange tool.

Rigel slowly turned his gaze toward her as if finding that reaction amusing.

"This is a magic tool called a 'denma.'"

"Den… ma…?"

Hearing an unfamiliar word, the female commentator tilted her head.

As if enjoying that reaction, Rigel warped his mouth.

"Well, it'll be faster to actually use it than explain."

Saying that, Rigel took the denma in his hand.

Note that in reality it was not electricity, but a mechanism that operated by mana packed inside.

"Magic-powered massager," abbreviated "mama," would be more accurate, but because the ring was bad Rigel called it a denma.

"Now, here we go!"

Without hesitation he pressed the tip of the denma against the female commentator's groin.

Immediately after.

"Nhi!?"

The female commentator jumped her body with a jolt.

The vibration that ran through her groin raced through her whole body as stimulation like lightning.

On her expression floated surprise and confusion at some unidentifiable feel.

"How is it? Pretty good, right?"

"Ah! Aaaah!"

The female commentator arched her body like a bow.

Her face dyed bright red, and drool dripped from the corner of her mouth.

Looking down at that state, Rigel continued his words.

"This thing is a magic tool that uses mana to produce vibration. You look quite good, don't you."

"…Kuh! Th-this doesn't feel good at all!"

She frowned in frustration and raised her voice.

But there was no strength in that voice, and her body toyed with by the vibration also looked as if it were betraying her words.

Rigel raised one eyebrow and floated a thin smile on his mouth.

"I'd like to say drop the bluff… but that's fine too. It makes the game heat up."

Rigel slowly turned the switch off.

Silence wrapped the room.

At the sudden silence the female commentator floated an expression of confusion.

"A game…? So what is that exactly?"

While seeping wariness and suspicion she asked.

She probably still had not swallowed the situation.

Rigel deliberately left a pause before opening his mouth.

"The rules are simple. For the next thirty minutes I'll have your groin stimulated with this denma."

"…Tasteless. Once that time passes I'll be released, is that it?"

In her tone a faint hope and a coldness like resignation mixed.

To that question Rigel nodded lightly.

"Of course. If we don't keep the rules the game stops being fun."

"…Then my loss condition is… um, climax, I suppose?"

"No, that's wrong. If we made that the rule with your trash pussy the match would be decided in an instant. That wouldn't be fun."

Rigel shook his head.

Then he turned the denma's switch on again.

"Nhiii!"

At the sensation that suddenly assailed her the female commentator arched her body.

Receiving that reaction, Rigel narrowed his eyes as if fed up.

"See. Like this, you climax without lasting thirty minutes, not even thirty seconds. That doesn't make a game."

Rigel turned the denma off again.

Silence returned, and the air chilled all at once.

"Th-then… what will you do?"

"Simple. I'll have three kinds of NG words set on you. Words I, Jin, and Mars each set one of. If you speak that word, the game ends immediately. You become disqualified and become the winner's sex slave."

"Wha…!?"

The female commentator's face dyed with shock.

Rigel's words were so light they could be taken as a joke, but the content was far too severe.

Understanding changed to fear.

While carefully observing her reaction like that, Rigel smiled with satisfaction.

"How is it? Don't you think it's a pretty interesting game?"

He was enjoying it.

From the bottom of his heart, this situation, her agitation, her reaction itself.

"Truly tasteless. To make something like that the stake of a bet…"

"You're the one to say that? After fanning me so much in the Academy Martial Arts Tournament."

"Th-that's…"

What came from the mouth of her who tried to talk back was vague words.

Neither a clear rebuttal nor a justification came out.

Not missing that instant's opening, Rigel warped his mouth.

"Well, fine. Prep is already done. Let's move to the next step soon."

While saying that in a light tone, Rigel readied the denma again.

In the way he used his hands there was neither hesitation nor doubt.

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