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Chapter 252: The Masked Escort
Chapter 252: The Masked Escort
Chapter 252: The Masked Escort
The masked man guided Beatrice further from the entertainment areas. After walking a narrow path along a straight rock wall with no safety measures to protect from the black abyss below, Beatrice was guided to a row of six steel doors. Each door had a number on it ranging from sixty-seven to seventy-two painted sloppily with white paint. The whole area gave off major vibes of some deep, forgotten, underground dungeon cells.
“Your room is sixty-nine,” Beatrice’s escort said.
“Would never have guessed,” Beatrice replied sarcastically. “Since there’s nobody else here, participants Sixty-seven and Sixty-eight didn’t make it past the last round?”
“Correct,” the man said. “The two girls are waiting for you inside.”
“Just to be clear, they’re at least eighteen years old, correct?”
“O-of course! Only those of age eighteen or older are allowed to join the S.E.C.R.E.T Guiiiiiiii-ilds competitor: The Forge of Champions! Which the S.E.C.R.E.T Guilds absolutely does not endorse nor condone!”
“Riiight,” Beatrice nodded in agreement as if this could get any more obvious.
“A-anyway, I’ll be waiting here! You have twenty-five minutes!”
“Uhuh,” Beatrice sighed. Now that she was here, she couldn’t shake off the feeling that what was offered as a reward for the first successful killings in the games, was actually meant as this world’s version of a “last meal”.
“Celebrate your first kills or enjoy the last orgasms of your life, we don’t care which", is it? Beatrice revised her first analysis. And while she had no intention to perish in these games, she hardly felt like celebrating prematurely when the hardest fights should have been up ahead. And the whole idea of a ‘pity fuck’ was outright insulting to someone who could get plenty of sex with practically whoever she wanted, whenever she wanted.
This train of thought led Beatrice to think of ways to make this a little more fun than it might be otherwise. Beatrice turned to her escort and asked, “So, basically anything I want goes while I ‘rest and enjoy myself'?”
“You may not leave this area, and no death, mutilation, or other bodily harm is permitted to anyone here,” the masked man clarified. “Other than that, yes, ‘anything you want’. Any unfulfilled wishes or fetishes!”
“Will I be provided with the necessary props and equipment?” Beatrice asked.
“What? Like what?”
“The fact that you’re asking that question shows how unprepared and slapped together this entire part of the games is.”
“D-do you want to fuck or not?” the masked man raised his voice in frustration.
“Hold on, don’t pressure me!” Beatrice tried her best to maintain a serious face.
“You’re just wasting time!”
“You sure seem in a hurry. Were you going to peek on us?”
“What!?”
“I just figured that maybe voyeurism is your thing. If so, I’m sorry! I’ll go right now, and—”
“I do not peep!” the tone of the masked man betrayed him. Even with his face completely obstructed by the black mask, it was clear that he barely kept his cool.
“You wanna join in on the action?” Beatrice asked.
“Impossible!” the masked man snapped to the point that his voice echoed and unwittingly changed his posture to an apprehensive one.
Beatrice raised an eyebrow at the rather strong response and a big change in the otherwise utterly stoic man’s demeanor. I guess, I pushed too hard, Beatrice thought and was about to back off, but the momentary awkward silence caused the masked man to hastily clarify his response.
“B-because it’s against the rules! That’s why it’s impossible!”
“I just thought—"
“It’s not like I can’t! I can! And I have a girlfriend too! That’s right! Fuck like bunnies as soon as I come back from work! So, it’s against the rules and I won’t hurt my girlfriend’s feelings!”
“Uhuh,” Beatrice barely kept her grin at bay as momentarily glanced at the masked man’s heavy, thick kilt that all the black-masked staff wore and which made it hard to spot the size of the package that the men had, as well as if they had it.
“The girls in that room are patiently waiting for their probably-soon-to-be-dead-death-game-participant!”
“It’s not like I mind sharing,” Beatrice said as the corners of her mouth betrayed a slight smile.
“That’s not the issue!”
“But—Oh, of course! You’re right!” Beatrice exclaimed and smashed her fist into her open palm. “How selfish of me! I didn’t even consider the girls’ feelings!”
“That’s not—”
“I’ll be right back!” Beatrice said as her grin broke through while she ran to the designated door and opened it.