[Absolute Only-Me King's Game] Something’s Off About the King's Game Started By My Childhood Friend Beauties With Me. A Story of Endlessly Fun Times with Girls Whose Personal Boundaries Keeps Going Off the Rails! - Chapter 8

Chapter 8

“Phew~ Finally settled down. Let’s keep going!”

“““King Reiji-kun♪”””

“Oh, it’s my turn now. Hmm, let’s see…”

Something not too naughty would be good. This king game keeps veering toward the erotic, so a cooldown might be in order.

“Alright, let’s go classic. Have everyone take turns giving the king a shoulder tap.”

“Oh, I’ve got a great idea for that~!”

“Great idea?”

“Yup, first, King-sama, put on a blindfold~.”

“Blindfold?”

Why would a shoulder tap need a blindfold?

“Okay, close your eyes while I get the blindfold ready. I’ll grab the cloth.”

“Wait, you’re blindfolding me to prepare a blindfold?”

“It’s fine, it’s fine. Just keep your eyes closed. No peeking, okay?”

“R-Right.”

When she pushes like this, she’s definitely up to something.

Guess I’ll play along for now.

As told, I close my eyes and let Anna take over.

I said I’d keep it non-naughty, but if they’re actively doing something, there’s no reason to stop them.

It doesn’t have to get naughty, so let’s switch gears, me.

Don’t let your thoughts get tainted by naughtiness. Stay disciplined.

“Here, here~ To prevent cheating, Suzune will blindfold you~.”

The warm, soft touch of palms presses against my eyelids.

Oh, the sweet scent of shampoo and perfume. Say what you will, Suzune’s totally a girl. My heart’s racing.

They seem way more touchy-feely than last time…

“Alright, I’ll prep the blindfold~.”

What prep does a simple blindfold cloth need?

—Rustle… rustle…

“W-What’s that? What’s that sound?”

A sound like something rubbing… then a creak as the bed shifts, and I sense someone moving behind me.

“Keep those eyes closed tight~.”

“R-Right.”

Peeking now would sour Anna’s mood.

Better obey for now.

“Okay, here comes the blindfold~.”

Something wraps around my eyes. Judging by the voice’s position, Anna’s the one doing it?

“This is… a weird texture. Not a towel, so what is it?”

“Hey, don’t touch it!”

“Why not?”

“Just don’t! It’s embarrassing!”

You wrapped something embarrassing around my face? What the heck is it?

The faint, familiar scent wafting from it… I know this smell…

(Oh, it’s fabric softener. But there’s something else mixed in… I feel like I know it, but I shouldn’t figure it out…)

Towels have fabric softener scent too, so it’s not much of a clue.

Seriously, why am I blindfolded for this?

“Alright, we’ll take turns tapping your shoulders, and King-sama has to guess who’s who.”

“Got it. A game of guessing by presence and touch. Testing my childhood friend powers, huh?”

“Exactly~ If you guess wrong, there’s a penalty game~.”

“Wait, I can’t tell if I got it wrong, so isn’t that unfair?”

The feel of taps alone seems tough to judge.

“Okay, then after each person finishes, they’ll get off the bed and hold your hand. If they grip with both hands, they can’t move, and you’ll get a hint from their hand’s feel.”

“Smart. Hand size is a big clue.”

“Let’s shuffle the order first. Everyone, up on the bed~.”

““Okay~♪””

Four people on a single bed make it creak like crazy.

Three girls on my bed… It’s kinda thrilling…

“Here we go. Guess right~.”

Tap tap tap tap

“Oh, that feels nice.”

Someone starts tapping the base of my neck with a light, rhythmic beat.

It’s perfectly rhythmic, a soothing vibration that calms the heart.

I’ve never had stiff shoulders, so I wouldn’t know, but gentle rhythmic taps feel oddly pleasant.

“Okay, first person’s done~ Move to the floor~.”

Anna’s voice, playing MC, comes from my right. So the first wasn’t Anna… or maybe she’s faking it.

The movement of three people shifting on the bed is a big hint.

I won’t say it out loud—lest I get decked—but their body sizes mean the bed’s weight shifts differently.

Focus. The first to move made a lighter sound.

Then, my fingertips are gently held. Probably Suzune.

Using Suzune, likely the lightest of the three, as a baseline makes the others’ presence clearer.

She’s not gripping hard, probably to avoid giving away hand size.

Just a fingertip hold doesn’t reveal much.

Tap-tap-tap-tap-tap

The next person starts. Quick, strong taps this time.

Slow rhythms are nice, but fast, firm taps have their own charm.

The second person finishes and moves, gently holding my other hand’s fingers.

Now for the third.

—Rustle… rustle…

“W-What? That cloth sound again? What’re you doing?”

—Rustle… swish… shuffle, snap… rustle… swish

If I had to mimic the sounds, that’s what I heard.

What’s that? Are they taking off clothes?

“…(Giggle)”

Someone laughs. The last person’s weight shifts, starting to move.

—Bounce, smack!

“Whoa?! W-What was that feeling?!”

Something big and bouncy smacks from my neck to my shoulders.

It’s huge but doesn’t hurt. If anything, it’s soft.

—Bounce-bounce! Smack-smack! Bounce-bounce! Smack-smack!

“N-Now both sides?! What is it?! What’re you hitting me with?! I demand the blindfold be removed!”

I have a duty to investigate this!

This elasticity, this impact, this skin-like texture! The softness beneath!

—Smack-smack, bounce, smack!

“Guh, something… something profane is smacking me!”

I need visual confirmation! It’s justice! A necessary quest for human evolution!

I reach for the blindfold, but my arms are instantly pinned down from both sides.

“Ngh, let go, both of you! I have a duty to see what’s behind me! No matter what—mgh?!”

My protests are silenced as both ears are blocked, as if to say, “Shut up.”

Only one thing could envelop my entire head in soft, massive weight.

But saying that word feels like it’d change something, so I can’t.

“Okay, time’s up~!”

“Then the blindfold—”

“Take it off now, and I’ll despise you forever~♪.”

“No way, I don’t want that!”

The stakes are too high! But I wanna see! What injustice!

Damn it, I know the answer but can’t say it!

Sometimes a man must charge forward, even knowing what he’ll lose!

I wasn’t allowed to remove the blindfold until the rustling cloth sounds stopped.

Even when removing it, I wasn’t allowed to open my eyes.

When I finally opened them to check answers, Anna’s knee-high socks looked oddly crumpled, but I didn’t point it out.