The Freed S*aves Became Obsessed

The two commands Lin had given earlier were cheating, but they were undeniably effective in raising the participants' fighting spirit.
If the Master stick was drawn, the chance would come to her too.

More focused than ever, Elise pulled a stick ◈ Nоvеlіgһт ◈ (Continue reading) from the pile.
This time, Lin, not manipulating the luck, drew a dud.
And one by one, their fates diverged.

The only one who drew a lucky stick was Elise.
“It’s me.”
With absolute power in her hands, Elise made a line with her lips. At this very moment, she was not envious of the gods.

This cool sensation.
It was time to renew herself as the Reaper's Proxy, the Saintess Elise.
"Who should I give a command to?"

The possible commands could be divided into two types.
One was to give Karami, the first priority target, a particular command. The other was to mess with the others.
But there were some issues with that.

Unless you were like Lin and could manipulate luck, you wouldn’t know the numbers of others.
If Elise were to order something mischievous, and someone like Lin got it, it would be a disaster. It would also be a failure if Karami drew it.
'This isn’t as easy as I thought.'

After much thought, Elise made her decision.
“Number 2, you’ll be my chair until the next turn is over.”
Elise's choice was a safe command no matter who drew it.

The odds were 1 in 5.
Even if Karami drew it, it wasn’t a terribly difficult order.
The person who would experience the "chair" of Elise would be...
“Oh.”

Mirabel sighed.
Her stick bore the number 2.
Mirabel, apart from the shapeshifting Lin, was the youngest among the slaves.

It wasn’t a good look to have Mirabel used as a chair.
"Wow, Saintess. I didn’t expect you to give such a harsh command to Mirabel."
“Mirabel, I didn’t mean to do that…”

Arpia, having caught a good target, grinned. Elise looked helpless.
“Can I change the command? It seems too harsh for Mirabel.”
“There’s no such thing. Mirabel, if you don’t want to, just say you can’t do it. Then you’ll be punished, simple as that.”

“No, I’ll do it.”
She couldn’t waste a precious day with Karami.
Mirabel moved to Elise’s spot and knelt in the OTL position.

“Please sit comfortably, Saintess.”
How could she sit comfortably on such a small back? Elise carefully lowered herself as if she were a sinner.
“Ugh.”

Her back sank almost as if it might collapse.
“I’m sorry. Is it too heavy?”
“It’s, it’s fine, Saintess. But your bottom is quite large.”

“Isn’t it because I’ve been kneeling and praying all day? Hehe.”
Elise’s face turned bright red.
“It’s not that big! Don’t laugh and hurry up with the next turn!”

The fifth turn.
Once again, the stick was spun.
Mirabel stretched out her arm and barely managed to draw hers.

And despair.
Mirabel was not the Master.
“This time, the Master is me.”

It was Narsha.
While others sought Karami’s affection, Narsha had different thoughts.
‘These troublemakers need to learn a lesson.’

Revenge. Only revenge.
“Number 3, kiss the collarbone of Number 1. Leave a lipstick mark.”
The chances of Karami drawing it were low.

A gamble worth taking.
Payback for the mischief.
“Who is number 3?”

“Who is number 1?”
The words came at the same time.
Lin and Arpia’s eyes met.

And 3 seconds passed.
“Wait!”
“No, why?!”

The two quickly realized they were each other's targets and stood up abruptly.
They glared at Narsha.
“Why does Lin have to kiss that elf?”

“Why should I have to get kissed by her, when I haven’t even received one myself?”
“If you don’t like it, forfeit.”
Lin growled.

“Forfeit? Do you want me to kiss you, Lin?”
“That’s nonsense. If you don’t want to forfeit, you have no reason not to kiss me.”
Though they spoke as such, neither of them forfeit.

If they gave up now, they’d lose a day with Karami, wouldn’t they?
And their opponent would probably enjoy it.
It was a battle of pride.

“Whether you forfeit or follow the command, just hurry up. Don’t you feel sorry for Mirabel?”
Mirabel’s chair was about to collapse under her.
Lin bit her lip.

To do such a thing in front of everyone, especially in front of the Master…
But she couldn’t stand seeing Arpia happy by forfeiting. If she had to, she’d rather both die than let that happen.
Lin crawled toward Arpia.

“Dare.”
“Are you really going to do it?”
“Why, are you scared? If you’re scared, just forfeit now.”

“Tch. Who’s scared? Fine, do as you like.”
Arpia lowered her shoulder, revealing her collarbone.
Until the very last moment, neither side gave in. In the end, Lin placed a deep kiss on Arpia's collarbone.

Chuwip.
The sensation was difficult to describe in words.
Arpia flinched. Unable to bear it, she clenched her teeth and turned her head.

When Lin’s lips left, a clear kiss mark was left on the fairy-like collarbone.
It almost seemed like Arpia was claiming it as Lin’s.
“......”

“......”
The two, who had been arguing until just moments ago, fell silent.
A delicate atmosphere filled the air.

“Let’s, let’s just move on to the next turn!”
“Yes, exactly what I was about to say.”
Lin returned to her spot.

Narsha and Karami’s gazes met.
‘That was a nice sight. Narsha is indeed impressive.’
‘Leave it to me, Master.’

They nodded.
The sixth turn.
Finally, Mirabel was freed from her position as the living chair.

Once again, the drawing took place.
The sixth Master.
It was Mirabel.

"Wow, it's me! Um, number two, give a kiss to the master."
"Come here, I'll give you a kiss."
"Ah…"

I was secretly hoping it would be Karami.
Arpia kissed Mirabel’s soft cheek.
Seventh turn.

"Oh, finally it’s me."
Master Karami was the master.
What kind of command will he issue?

"Number four, come over here and present your bottom. Just three hits."
Being able to receive a spanking from the master is considered a reward by anyone.
Who is the lucky one?

"...It’s me."
"Narsha, come over here."
Narsha, the envy of everyone, crawled onto Karami’s thighs.

It looked like a mother disciplining her child.
What a disgraceful sight in front of Karami and the slaves.
I felt like dying of embarrassment.

Narsha covered her face with her hands.
Her ears, not fully covered, were as red as her hair.
"Here we go."

Karami’s palm landed on Narsha’s bottom.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
The crisp sound echoed.

Each time her bottom was struck, Narsha twitched. It wasn’t because it hurt.
The sound that clung to her ears, coming from her own bottom, was embarrassingly unbearable.
She almost wished it had hurt instead.

It felt like a new sensation was awakening.
Narsha returned to her place.
It was her bottom that was hit, but her face felt hot.

That burning embarrassment transformed into anger towards Karami.
"How can you issue such a command in front of everyone? You started this fight, master."
"It seems like you enjoyed it quite a bit. Besides, how could you possibly seek revenge against me?"

To seek revenge, one must become the master, and you’d have to know Karami’s number.
In this game of luck, a declaration of revenge seems nearly impossible.
"There will come a time."

The game continued.
"This time it’s Lin as the master… but it’s a skip anyway."
Lin, having cheated, was skipped.

Next master was Arpia.
"Me? Number one and four, kiss number three’s thigh."
Elise spread her legs.

Lin and Narsha kissed her thighs.
"To think a saintess would spread her legs and receive kisses. Is she a saint or a prostitute? What would people say if they knew?"
"You’re hardly one to talk, having crawled between my legs."

Lin and Elise exchanged eerie smirks.
Next turn.
Master Elise.

"Finally, I get to be the master too. Number five, sit on the face of the person to your left until your next turn."
"Excuse me, Arpia...!"
Arpia’s face disappeared under Mirabel’s skirt.

"Wow, it's so cozy here."
"Please don’t talk from there…!"
Then it was Lin’s turn again.

"Now I can issue commands too, right? Number two, lick the armpit of the person on your right."
With power in hand, it was immediately wielded.
"Wow."

Karami uttered an exclamation. He was number two.
Swish!
What was a penalty turned into a reward, and Lin suddenly sat next to Karami.

"Don’t cheat, go back to your place!"
"Huh? Lin’s place was always here, right?"
Despite her brazen appearance, after vehement protests from many, she was chased away.

Elise, embarrassed, exposed her armpit, and Karami’s tongue swept across it.
Next turn.
Again, it was Elise.

"Number three, hands behind your head and legs wide. Ma, Master?!"
Continued…
All kinds of cautious battles.

Prayers and psychological warfare.
Before they knew it, Elise had developed a third kind of faith. The faith in drawing lots.
Eighteenth turn.

Lin picked up the master stick.
"Number two, lick number one’s foot."
"What?!"

Mirabel was startled. She was number one, and number two was to lick her foot.
Karami grinned broadly.
He pulled on Mirabel’s leg, removing her shoe and sock.

"Oh no, master! I’ve been on my feet all day, they’re dirty…! Eek?! That, that’s the toes…!"
Lick-lick, slurp-slurp.
Karami meticulously licked Mirabel’s white, soft, tender, and delicate foot.

By the end, Mirabel lay collapsed on the floor, twitching, overwhelmed by either shame or pleasure.
The other four swallowed nervously at the dire scene.
As the game progressed, the commands became increasingly intense, and by the 30th turn, the five of them were covered in kiss marks.

Finding someone unscathed was difficult, but Karami was the most untouched.
Lucky as always, he drew the master stick often, and was seldom pointed out for penalties.
Even if he was, he didn’t regard it as a punishment.

Unlike the slaves who didn't get along, he liked any slave without discrimination.
Everything was a reward.
It was an unfair game.

35th turn.
"It’s me."
Arpia had drawn the master.

In the midst of considering what command to issue.
"Everyone. This is not the time for us to be doing this. We slaves need to unite."
"How can we unite in a game of luck? We don’t even know who’s who."

"Well, if we know each other’s numbers, that’s solvable, isn’t it? I am number five."
Saying so, Narsha revealed her own card.
It was indeed number five.

"If everyone reveals their numbers, the last person’s number will naturally be discovered. That means…"
"You can specifically target someone with commands."
"It’s easier for all if we cooperate rather than compete!"

Convinced by Narsha’s plausible suggestion, three others also revealed their numbers, and thus Karami’s number was identified.
"Hold on, everyone. Isn’t this against the rules?"
"There are only two rules in this game: no crossing the line with commands, and no cheating. However, revealing your own card is certainly allowed."

"…It’s already this late. I had fun today, everyone. It seems we’ve all gotten along better, as your master, I find it rewarding. Well then, I’ll be off…"
Elise and Mirabel grabbed Karami’s pants tightly.
He couldn’t move a step further because of their grip.

"Where are you going, master? The night is long, and the vampire is just getting started."
"My bottom still burns from the spanking, master. Shouldn’t you pay the price?"
"Ah…"

Karami could only return to his room after he was completely worn out with kiss marks all over his body.
His bottom had been thoroughly spanked too.