World of Vampire Detective [11] Slight R-18

A kiss.

And 300,000 won per minute at that.

This wasn't just a good deal; it was a steal.

"Isn't a kiss room less than 100,000 won per hour?"

They might think I'm a sucker. But I can assure you, it was worth every penny. Their looks were beyond those of celebrities, and I had money that could literally make people gasp.

"It's my turn now."

The woman in the shirt next to me, Seri, spoke. The paper on the table in front of her detailed her penalty.

>Leave a hickey<

Seri leaned in and placed her lips on my neck.

Smooch~ Suck~ Slurp~ Smooch~ Suck~

She sucked on my neck. It tickled, yet it felt good. My neck was one of my two erogenous zones. It felt much better than a girl sucking my nipples.

I could see her cleavage peeking out of her shirt. The top three buttons were undone, revealing her luscious valley.

"Haa!"

Seri pulled away, leaving a red hickey on my neck.

"You like having your neck sucked, huh?"

"If you're the one doing it, who wouldn't like it? 150,000 won."

She laughed softly and stepped back. I caught a glimpse of her light brown areola through her shirt.

Next, it was my turn to carry out a penalty.

>Breast exercises<

Clearly aimed at women. Naturally, I didn't write it.

"I pass."

"Huh?"

"What? It's just a simple breast exercise!"

"What's the deal, Oppa? You're ruining the mood."

The women around me pouted, but I remained firm.

"My breast exercises are too intense. And as I already said, there are no punishments for passing. You all can pass too."

Even if I succeeded, the prize money was mine. Naturally, it was in my interest to avoid penalties.

I eliminated punishments not because I wanted to save on drinks but because I didn't want them to get drunk. I preferred having sex with sober women.

"Since Oppa passed, it's my turn now. Can I get on the table?"

The bunny girl, Noa, asked. Her penalty was one I had written.

>Sexy pose<

"Of course, I can't wait to see what you'll show."

Space was made on the table. Moving a few dishes to the next table was enough. There were no glasses in front of me, only a bowl for money.

"I'm not great at sexy poses, but I'll try."

"Modest, aren't we?"

Claiming she couldn't do a sexy pose while wearing a bunny girl outfit was laughable. Besides, she was already on the table. Noa squatted down facing me, striking a pose.

Noa spread her knees wide. Her groin was fully exposed. She then raised her arms above her head, revealing her white armpits. They were perfectly groomed and pristine.

"How is it?"

"Sexy."

"Thank goodness~"

Noa emphasized her breasts by leaning back. The front of her outfit slipped slightly, revealing the pink nipples decorating her white breasts.

"Kyaa~"

She let out a small scream, quickly adjusting her clothes.

I knew she did it on purpose. In fact, most of the women here probably noticed.

"...300,000 won."

Her flawless, beautiful nipples earned a bit of a bonus.

The penalty game continued, with the stakes rising.

A dramatic change happened in the second half of the fourth game.

Betty. A short-haired, tomboyish girl. She wore a light blue tank top and a blue mini skirt. I chose her because of her abs. She had well-defined 11-line abs, something that can't be achieved without consistent training and maintenance.

When it was her turn, she naturally climbed onto the table. By now, the table had become a sort of small stage.

"This is a bit embarrassing, but I can't ruin the mood, right?"

Contrary to her words, she showed no signs of embarrassment.

I glanced at her penalty.

>Take off your top<

'Finally, it's here.'

Considering we started with deep kissing, it was a bit late, but taking off clothes had a different meaning. This would likely escalate things rapidly.

'Let's finish the fifth game and move on to the king game.'

While I was planning, Betty crawled on her knees towards me on the table and boldly grabbed her tank top with both hands, lifting it up.

"Haa! I was feeling hot anyway."

Her firm B-cup breasts popped out. Her bright pink nipples were already erect.

As I stared blankly at her breasts, Betty moved closer.

"You're staring a hole through them. If it's you, you can touch."

"R-Really?"

"Sure. They're just breasts."

I reached out and covered her breasts with my hands. They fit perfectly in my palms.

"Wow!"

They were incredibly firm. When I squeezed, they pushed back against my fingers. I fondled her breasts, pinched her nipples once, then let go.

"Kyaa!"

"400,000 won!"

The highest amount yet in the penalty game.

"Wow!"

Betty happily took eight 50,000-won bills and returned to her seat.

Just letting me touch her breasts earned her 400,000 won. She hit the jackpot today.

"How much have I spent so far?"

"950,000 won."

The woman in the shirt clinging to my left arm, Seri, answered. Though it was through her shirt, my arm enjoyed the feel of her breasts.

"This is the last penalty game. Let's move on to the king game next. How about it?"

"What do you mean? How about it? Of course, it's good."

Their eyes sparkled. They knew the real action started with the king game.

The last penalty game was mostly about stripping or pseudo-sexual acts.

>Remove panties<

Seri climbed onto the table and bent over, removing her panties. I swallowed hard.

Her massive breasts hung down, and as her panties slowly came off, her pink pussy was revealed. Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed into a triangle.

"...500,000 won."

I placed the money on her seat.

Seri held her completely removed red panties and laughed mischievously.

"These panties… I don't need them anymore. Oppa, do you want them? A little service."

"An incredible service."

I gladly took the red panties.

'...Huh?'

As I handled the warm panties, I noticed a clear liquid in the middle. There was no doubt it was her arousal fluid.

"Now it's your turn, oppa."

"Ah… Right."

Drawing my lot, I frowned.

I had drawn my own penalty.

"What is it? What's the penalty?"

The curious women pressed.

>Strip dance<

"Wow. That's pretty intense."

"Oppa, are you going to pass again?"

"A bit disappointing."

The reactions around me weren't good.

Backing out now might kill the mood. Seri, who had coolly stripped off her panties and shown her pussy, was sitting next to me.

"Well, it's the last one, so I guess I have to do it."

I took off my shoes and socks and climbed onto the table. Conveniently, the music that started playing was a sultry track.

Sway~ Sway~

Even as self-loving as I am, I'm a terrible dancer. Unlike Oh Joon-hyuk, I rarely went to clubs and preferred watching dances to performing them.

"Kyaa haha! What's that dance?"

"Oppa, you're really bad at dancing."

They teased me, but their eyes never left me. In fact, they watched more intently.

'It's because of the huge tent I've pitched.'

I quickly removed my shirt and threw it aside. Then I swayed and unbuckled my belt, taking off my pants.

"..."

The previously laughing and chatting crowd fell silent. My groin was already straining against my underwear, ready to burst out. The tip was wet with pre cum.

Just as men are interested in women's pussies, women are interested in men's dicks.

Sway~ Sway~

I spun around on the table, flaunting my dance, and finally removed my underwear.

With a dramatic sound effect, my dick sprang to life, the pink head gleaming with pre cum oozing from the urethra. The massive shaft, which looked like it couldn't be fully grasped with two hands, stood tall amidst the dark pubic hair.

Feeling a sense of liberation, I wiggled my body. I danced, reminiscent of a scene from a movie with a clown, every sway making my mighty dick swing back and forth.

"May my cock be worth more than my money."

***

The King's Game had begun.

However, this wasn't your typical King's Game.

We decided on the king not by drawing lots but through democracy.

Naturally, I, the host, was chosen as the king. The seven ladies drew lots among themselves. I had no idea what number each had drawn.

But the numbers were irrelevant. What mattered was that I was the king.

"It's not fair for me to be the only one doing a strip dance. How about numbers 1 to 7 take turns doing a three-minute strip dance? The reward is 1 million won. Deal?"

"Deal!"

Number 1 was Viole. A mixed-race girl with blue eyes. She wore a blue halter dress and stood over 175 cm tall, with beautiful legs.

"Can I change the music?"

Her accent was slightly off, but it was more cute than strange.

"Go ahead."

The stage was, naturally, the table. The music was a sticky, sexy foreign song, something about looking for bananas. She danced to the music. My eyes were drawn to her lower body. Her hips swayed slowly to the rhythm.

'Was she a stripper before? Why is she so good?'

Viole threw off her halter dress like I had done. Her bouncing breasts came into view. Every time she moved her upper body, her breasts jiggled.

She then got on all fours on the table like a dog, shaking her hips as she removed her panties. Her hairless white pussy was fully exposed.

Towards the end, Viole shook her firm ass right in front of my face. A drop of her arousal fluid splashed onto my cheek. Involuntarily, I found myself gripping my dick.

I barely resisted the urge to stand up and pound her right then and there.

"That's a pussy I'd like to taste."

"You can, if you want."

"Later. There are still others waiting for their turn."

I awarded Viole 1 million won.

Watching the women strip dance, I could only say one thing.

It was incredible.

They all seemed to have practiced or learned to dance separately, giving off a professional vibe.

"Hehehe!"

I looked around.

Everyone was naked except for one, the bunny girl, Noa. She had stripped during her dance, but I had her put the bunny outfit back on since it was too good to take off. However, her breasts were still exposed, and I had personally cut out parts of her stockings and leotard to reveal her pussy. Like Viole, she had a hairless pussy.

"I'm going to take pussy pictures. Anyone opposed? Each picture is worth 500,000 won."

I looked around. There were no surprised faces, suggesting they already knew about the pussy photo shoot.

"No objections? Gather in front of me. Let's make an ass tower."

I directed them to form an ass tower on the table.

First, I had two girls kneel and bend over like they were bowing. Then I stacked the others' asses on top of them. The key was to position the pussies and assholes clearly visible atop the asses.

The last girl, Seri, climbed to the top of the two three-layered ass columns, forming the roof with her own ass nestled between the columns.

"Perfect. But something's missing."

Wondering what was missing, I slipped a finger into Seri's pussy.

"Ahhh! Oppa?!"

"Hold still."

I thrust my finger in and out a few times.

Her pussy juice began to flow, soaking her clit and pubic hair before dripping down.

"Now, this is a sight I can get behind."

Click! Click! Click!

Smiling contentedly, I took pictures: individual pussy shots, group pussy shots, and different angles and compositions. I was satisfied only after taking at least 30 pictures.

"Alright. Now, let's start the real King's Game."