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🕑 Added 2025-03-29 05:23:10 +0000 UTCEP.4 If You Lose, Crawl
"Okay, the rules are simple. See that hole? Whoever throws a stone into it wins."
I explained the rules and handed Han-yeoul five pebbles. She examined them with her slender hands and nodded.
"Okay, I'll go first."
Han-yeoul took her stance, her pale skin and wine-colored lingerie visible through her extended arms.
"Wow, she only wears revealing bras."
As I savored the sight, her stone flew towards the hole.
—Rolling sound!
The pebble rolled several times and stopped just in front of the hole. Han-yeoul let out a short sigh.
"... Ah, so close."
She glared at me, frustrated, and I retaliated by delaying my turn. I pretended to throw the stone several times, teasing her.
"Ha ha. Are you hungry? Do you want to win quickly and get the canned food? Will I throw it or not?"
—Whoosh! Rolling sound!
I suddenly threw the stone, which perfectly landed in the hole. It was a flawless victory.
"I used to play darts when I was younger. Ha ha."
Han-yeoul looked at the hole in dismay, clearly not expecting such a quick win. I approached her with a whip.
"Okay, let's settle the first round."
—Swish!
As I swung the whip, a menacing sound filled the air. She was frightened and tried to calm me down.
"Wait, just a moment! Please wait!"
"Why? Are you not going to keep your promise?"
She was desperate to avoid being whipped and proposed another game.
"Rather... let's play again."
"Oh? Play again? Then we need to add more conditions."
"What do you want?"
"Hmm, let's see. If you lose again, you'll be my pet for a day."
"... What?"
Her eyes flashed with anger, and her pupils constricted as if she could kill me.
But I had nothing to lose. Whether she accepted or declined, it was her choice. I shrugged and ignored her gaze.
"If you don't like it, just take the whipping. The choice is yours."
Her eyes twitched, and she bit her lip, her pride wounded. Her eyes burned with anger and resentment.
"Okay, let's increase the distance then. It seems too advantageous for you."
Indeed, the distance was familiar to me, similar to throwing darts.
Of course, increasing the distance wouldn't necessarily make me lose. I agreed to her proposal.
"Whatever you want. Let's do it."
Han-yeoul took a few steps back and carefully picked up a stone. Surprisingly, it landed near the hole again.
"... Ugh."
But her joy was short-lived. My stone landed right next to hers, missing the hole slightly due to less force.
Han-yeoul smiled slyly.
"See? It was just luck."
Her taunt seemed a bit childish.
"Hey, stop the mind games. Let's play a fair game."
She responded with a snort.
"What's the point of manners in a competition?"
She focused and threw another stone, which landed perfectly in the hole this time. Her face lit up with joy, and she cheered like a girl.
It was the first time I saw her smile like that. She seemed awkward with her own smile, quickly composing herself when our eyes met. Her face still had a faint blush.
"What's wrong with you? You're acting like a kid."
"... Mind your own business. Whether others like it or not."
As it was my turn again, I picked up a stone with a slightly anxious heart and carefully threw it.
—Whoosh! Rolling sound!
The stone landed right next to hers, and we were tied. Both stones had entered the hole.
"Wow, I almost lost."
"... Shit."
When expectations are high, disappointment is greater. As it was her turn again, she nervously bit her nails.
Her stone missed the hole by a wide margin. Meanwhile, I regained my momentum and successfully threw another stone into the hole.
"Ha ha. It seems it's over. Will you play again?"
I whispered temptingly in her ear.
She looked at me with a mixture of despair and frustration, like someone who had gambled and lost everything.
But then she picked up another stone, determined to play again.
"Play again! I'll play again!"
"Really? This time it'll be more intense. Are you sure?"
"What's wrong with it?"
"Massaging my body with oil. Every inch of it."
I mentioned the adult massage oil I had found that morning. Han-yeoul hesitated for a moment before committing to the game, determined to win.
"Okay, if I win everything, I won't have to do it anyway."
"Ha ha. You're quite bold. I didn't know you had a competitive spirit."
"Stop the nonsense and let's play."
"Of course. You're our precious VIP customer."
As they say, a fool doesn't know they're a fool. She had lost two rounds and was getting more entangled in a bad situation.
This was great news for me. I could enjoy her without much effort.
I smiled wickedly and continued the game, planning to win by a small margin again.
"... This is cheating! It's not fair!"
The overall score was 5 wins and 1 loss. She had only won one round by luck, losing all the others.
She sat down, defeated, with a lifeless gaze. Meanwhile, her plump thighs stirred my lustful instincts.
"Hey, there's no cheating in a fair game. I didn't use any tricks."
"Shut up! Just shut up!"
She completely lost her composure, throwing sand everywhere and having a tantrum. It was a side of her I had never seen before.
Of course, her mental state was bound to break.
She had lost a lot in this game: being whipped, becoming my pet for a day, massaging me with oil, and even allowing me to touch her breasts in the last round. As the stakes increased, she lost control.
Her desperation was evident as tears began to well up in her eyes for the first time. The harsh environment of the island had made her extremely sensitive.
"... Hiccup. Hiccup. Sob."
She cried, her shoulders shaking, and her tears sparkled like jewels. Seeing her cry so pitifully made my heart waver slightly.
"I guess women's tears are indeed a powerful weapon. Who would have thought I'd feel protective towards this viper-like woman?"
As she quietly sobbed and wiped away her tears, I felt a bit awkward and decided to comfort her.
"What's wrong? Just because you lost a game? Stop it."
But my attempt at comfort only irritated her further. She screamed and cursed at me.
"Shut up! Shut up, you trash! You planned this from the start! You tricked me! Sob! You pervert!"
"... If you felt wronged, you should have won. Who told you to lose?"
"Ugh! I don't know! I don't know! Don't touch my body! If you do, I'll kill you!"
She wailed and threw a tantrum. I decided to wait until she calmed down.
After all, education shouldn't be too harsh. After scolding, it's important to offer comfort. That way, emotions won't escalate.
It seemed like now was the time for a carrot. I extended a warm, reconciliatory hand to her as she cried.
