Lawless & Sinful Another World

None of the hands were particularly bad, but the woman’s luck was simply terrible. Even he couldn’t help but feel sympathy for her misfortune.

"Now then, shall I enjoy my right to grope you right away?"

The man to his right approached the woman, wiggling the fingers of both hands as he drew closer.

"...Understood."

The woman steeled herself, turned her body toward him, and thrust out her chest.

"You got a rough deal, monk, but out of respect for your earlier move, you get a front-row seat!"

The moment the man called out to him, he grabbed the woman’s breasts with both hands and began roughly kneading them over her dress.

"Ooh! These are seriously amazing tits!"

There was zero consideration or gentleness in the way the man groped her. He squeezed and fondled the two breasts wildly and freely.

Even over the dress, the woman’s breasts changed shape flexibly in response to his rough handling.

"Hey, that’s a bit too strong..."

"What are you talking about? You like it rough, don’t you?"

He paid no attention to her words and continued to roughly play with her breasts.

"Look, this part is happy too."

The man groping her chest, and the eyes of the men watching the scene around them, all focused on the tips of the woman’s breasts.

There, her nipples were visibly erect.

The man pinched one of those nipples between his thumb and index finger over the dress.

"Here we go!"

"Ahhhn...!"

Having her nipple pinched hard, the woman involuntarily cried out and arched her back.

Some of the surrounding men even pulled their hips back at her reaction.

"Come on, come on, come on!"

"Wait, that spot... that’s not my breast..."

"What are you saying? That’s part of your tits too, isn’t it? Or what? Are you feeling it so much that you can’t even focus on the game anymore?"

Riding high on her reactions, the man moved behind the woman and shoved his hand into the front of her dress.

"Ah—!"

"Time for the real thing!"

He thrust his hand inside her dress and began groping her bare breasts directly.

Her dress became even more disheveled than before. As he kneaded them, the fabric over her shoulders slipped wider, gradually exposing more of her skin.

"How about it, monk? Getting excited?"

The man made a show of caressing the woman’s breasts for him to see.

Inside the single layer of her dress, his hand toyed with her breasts, and his fingers repeatedly flicked her nipples.

"Look, look, you’re about to cum already!?"

The woman’s small but unmistakable moans had been continuous. The man’s rough handling steadily raised the excitement of the surrounding men.

Just as everyone had forgotten about the game and was watching the woman on the verge of climax, the man in the lead spoke up.

"Hey, that’s enough."

The room had been quiet so everyone could hear her moans, so the lead man’s voice reached both him and the man groping her breasts immediately. But the groper didn’t stop.

"Why? I won this bet. I’ll keep enjoying these premium tits until I’m satisfied."

As the man said, the bet was simply about groping her breasts. There was no time limit or number of times set. Therefore, it was the winner’s freedom to decide when the bet ended.

He only realized this now, but the woman either understood it too or was in no position to argue—she didn’t say anything about it.

"Oi oi, you were the one who said you could grope her tits anytime."

"What...?"

The lead man’s provocative words were the first thing that made the groper’s hands stop.

"Hey, missy. If this is the end, I’ll quietly leave. Watching someone else get violated isn’t my thing. But if you’re up for one more game, how about playing against us again?"

Still breathing heavily from the man’s caresses, the woman answered.

"Yes... that’s exactly what I want."

"Alright! Then let’s move on to the next bet!"

The lead man raised his voice in excitement alone, but the onlookers didn’t get hyped up like before. That was natural— for them, watching the woman get violated was far more entertaining than the game itself.

However, the next line changed the mood completely.

"In this next game, we can expect more than just groping her tits, right?"

So far, the woman had bet her underwear and then her breasts. Naturally, the next bet would be expected to be something even bigger, though it didn’t have to be.

But the lead man wouldn’t allow anything less.

If the woman answered “no” to his question here, she would immediately face backlash from the crowd.

In this world, there was no crime except murder. So it wouldn’t be strange for the swarm of men to assault her.

In this situation, there was only one way for the woman to avoid things getting out of control: to answer “yes” to the man’s question.

"You can do whatever you want with me for one night."

She wrapped it politely, but there wasn’t a single man here who didn’t understand what that meant.

Cheers erupted from the unrelated onlookers, and naturally the participating men—including the one who had won her underwear and the one who had just been groping her—grew excited as well.

The man who had been groping her quietly returned to his seat.

After the woman slightly fixed her disheveled clothes and faced forward, the man on the right spoke up.

"I stopped for the next game, but I still have the right to grope your tits."

He wasn’t speaking to anyone in particular. It was a challenge—if anyone had an objection, they should speak up. He said it loudly on purpose.

"What are you trying to say...?"

The lead man reacted to his words.

The man on his right grinned and stated his claim.

"You may not have a taste for watching others get violated, but I do. And I still have the rights from the previous bet. So I’m going to exercise them."

With that, the man turned toward him—or rather, toward the woman—and gave instructions to the men standing right behind her.

"Until this next game is over, let the guys behind her grope her tits. That will settle my previous rights. How about that?"

Even though it was a sudden suggestion, the men who had only been spectators grew excited at the chance to lay hands on the woman themselves.

Someone should probably step in to stop this, but there was no one here capable of doing so.