30. Serious
[A/N: For the gap, I was a bit out of town :]
“Sounds good, right, nee-chan?”
The man asked the woman across me, but of course she had no right to refuse.
“…Yeah, I understand…”
Her expression was clearly unhappy, but she still accepted the man’s words.
“Alright then, you guys can touch her too!”
At the man’s signal, the men standing behind the woman immediately reached out toward her breasts. Countless hands stretched in from the right and left, making her tits shake violently.
But it wasn’t just her breasts that were shaking—the woman herself was trembling hard. At this rate, the game couldn’t even continue properly.
“Hey, this isn’t gonna work as a match like this.”
I quickly complained to the man next to me, but he only scratched his head and showed no intention of withdrawing his suggestion. Instead, he offered an alternative.
“Fine. One guy at a time, one minute each to grope her tits. How’s that? And the rest of you, grope her tits only enough that you don’t interfere with her game. Got it?”
The men behind the woman nodded vigorously. Before long, a line had formed behind her. It was still incredibly filthy, but it was cleaner than the previous free-for-all.
“Alright… let’s settle this with one final big showdown…!”
They were betting the right to spend the night with the woman. One by one, the men declared their bets. The first to speak was, of course, the man at the top.
“All of it.”
Everyone present froze at his words.
Like the woman, the top man had lost twice in a row already. Yet he still had more than ten silver coins’ worth of chips in front of him. Since he said “all of it,” the rest of us couldn’t do anything half-hearted.
“I’m going all in too!”
One after another, everyone declared they were betting everything. Naturally, I did the same.
“Good. Everyone’s betting their entire fortune. Winner takes all. Sound fair?”
The other men silently nodded at the top man’s words.
While the woman was having her breasts groped by the third man, the first card was dealt.
“Call.”
To everyone’s surprise, the woman declared a call on the very first round.
She could have waited for a stronger hand, yet she called immediately. That was abnormal.
There was a chance she got the best possible hand right away, but the odds were extremely low. Which meant the only logical conclusion was…
(So that’s what this is…)
I had been sneaking glances at the woman getting her breasts fondled and finally realized why the man on the right had made that suggestion.
For the rest of this match, the woman would have her breasts groped by the men around her. Once the match ended, however, the groping would stop.
Even though this was a moment that required concentration, there was no way she could focus properly while strangers were kneading her tits. Her judgment would grow dull. This was all calculated.
After sneaking a glance at the smug look on the right-hand man’s face, I checked my own hand.
While the men around me declared calls, I agonized over the situation.
My hand was the Jack and Ten of Diamonds. It was a perfectly playable hand with the potential to become a strong Straight or Flush.
In a normal game, I would definitely call. But I couldn’t bring myself to do it.
Because this wasn’t a normal game.
I could call now, look at the first three community cards, and then decide whether to continue or fold. But once you committed in this match, there was no folding allowed.
Even if you knew you were heading straight to hell, once you stepped forward, you had to keep running.
“Hey, everyone’s waiting on you, monk-boy.”
While I was hesitating, all the other men had kept their cards. In other words, everyone except me had called. Everyone was in.
Of course, not everyone had a strong hand. Some were probably literally gambling everything just for the woman.
But with this many people in the pot, it was very possible that someone had a strong hand. If someone had higher cards or was holding Diamonds like me, my chances of winning would be slim.
The amount of money I was betting wasn’t particularly large compared to the others. But right now, it was my entire fortune.
Inside my head, two versions of myself were arguing fiercely. In the end, I threw my chips in.
“Whoa, you folding, kid?”
The man sitting to the woman’s left—who hadn’t spoken to me before—called out.
Just as he said, this was the moment to go all in.
No matter what happened to the money, this was the time to bet. On top of that, my hand had real potential to win.
But I was serious.
No matter how much money I spent, I had never borrowed any. I had never climaxed multiple times in a single day, let alone until I died. I had even survived by eating the same boring bean sprouts over and over when I had no other choice.
Right now, I couldn’t take that one step forward.