The Hunter’s True Quarry

Could it be that this so-called King’s Game was all meticulously orchestrated by Park Yeon, a weekend treat prepared solely for her own enjoyment?

Upon this realization, my mind drifted away from the rather “beneficial” scene of Serena’s red tongue tracing Chen Si Yi’s thigh.

Indeed, Park Yeon’s intentions were now glaringly obvious. Even during our first encounter, I had sensed a certain “sapphic” vibe from her actions.

‘This room is filled with Si Yi’s scent, so fragrant, so delightful.’

Compared to Serena and me, Park Yeon seemed to harbor an exceptionally strong affection for Chen Si Yi.

If Serena and I were merely stray rabbits that had stumbled in, then Chen Si Yi was undoubtedly the true quarry Park Yeon, the hunter, had set her sights on!

Most importantly, my little sister remained blissfully ignorant, seemingly oblivious to any of these underlying currents.

“Slurp, slurp, hehe~ Sister Si Yi, your leg tastes so fragrant when I lick it.”

“Wh-what do you mean ‘tastes fragrant when licked’? Enough, stop it now! Serena, surely you’ve licked enough by now!”

“Hehe, not enough, not enough. The card explicitly states that glistening saliva must adhere to your leg~ Slurp, slurp…”

With Serena and Chen Si Yi utterly engrossed in the intimate mingling of saliva and skin, I couldn’t help but feel a throbbing headache developing.

Very well, with all my allies effectively “fallen,” it was imperative that I, as an older brother, uphold my responsibility to protect my sister.

Recalling the excited glint in Park Yeon’s eyes when she produced the King’s Game cards, I couldn’t help but lower my gaze, my attention settling on the identity cards.

Park Yeon possessed an extraordinarily meticulous mind; this was the profound impression she had left on me after our two encounters.

Last weekend, when she decided to stay the night at our house, Park Yeon had already meticulously prepared a change of clothes and the necessary books for class the following day.

Much like this current King’s Game, all of Park Yeon’s actions were carefully orchestrated and meticulously executed, never merely a fleeting whim.

Therefore, if Park Yeon truly intended to exploit the King’s Game as a weekend “benefit,” it was highly probable that her ever-meticulous mind would have tampered with the game to steer it precisely in her desired direction.

Then again, it was entirely possible I was simply overthinking things. After all, the King’s Game inherently possessed a strong element of randomness; even without any tampering, surely Park Yeon and Chen Si Yi would find ample opportunities for intimate contact throughout the entire game.

Yet, given the present crisis, my only hope lay in Park Yeon having indeed manipulated the game. Only then, by detecting her deceit, could I effectively turn the tables and seize control of the game’s tempo myself!

Not far away, Chen Si Yi continued to wipe her now-silken thighs with a tissue, while I, propping my chin, found my thoughts trapped in a perplexing dilemma.

The command cards offered no clues; their backs were uniformly black. Even if someone intended to cheat, it would be virtually impossible to tamper with them.

Thus, I shifted my focus entirely to the four identity cards. Unlike the command cards, the backs of these identity cards were adorned with various intricate patterns—vague outlines resembling circular clocks, open books, and the delicate stems of roses.

But where exactly could the flaw lie…?

Just as I was racking my brain, on the verge of conceding defeat, a single, wistful complaint from Chen Si Yi abruptly jolted me into realization.

“Ugh, how is it only three o’clock? Time is moving so slowly…”

Evidently mortified by the licking, a flushed Chen Si Yi glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, her voice tinged with complaint.

Wait, wait a minute, I think I’ve got it!

Like a sudden bolt of lightning, Chen Si Yi’s words instantly illuminated the blind spot in my thinking.

Yes, precisely like “three o’clock,” the crucial detail lay within the clock patterns etched onto the back of the cards.

Though subtle, a closer inspection revealed that the hands on the clock patterns were indeed pointing in highly suspicious directions!

Consider the King card I had previously drawn: its hands pointed unequivocally to twelve o’clock. Correspondingly, the No. 1, No. 2, and No. 3 cards each had their hands indicating one, two, and three o’clock on the clock face!

“Aha! Park Yeon, you truly did tamper with the cards!”

With the hidden mechanism of the cards now clear, a subtle smirk played on my lips.

Heh, heh. You had a clear opportunity for intimate contact with Chen Si Yi, yet you, Park Yeon, grew greedy, pursuing an even higher probability. The King card represents ultimate power in this game, yet you stubbornly chose to avoid it.

As the saying goes, “the biter bit.” Now, it was my turn to retaliate!

The game began anew.

This time, however, brimming with confidence, I directly selected the King card—the symbol of supreme authority—from the four identity cards.

Hmph. For Park Yeon, who views punishments as mere “benefits,” I wouldn’t even allow her to take advantage of Serena!

“Oh my, I’m the King again!”

Feigning surprise, I revealed my identity, then reached out once more to draw a command card from the pile, laying it flat upon the tabletop.

[Choose two numbers, and have one person massage the other’s chest for twenty seconds.]

Ah, as expected, it was yet another one of these remarkably intimate commands.

I offered a noncommittal smile, then glanced at Chen Si Yi and Serena, both of whom were warily pressing their identity cards to their chests, before announcing, “Well… let Number Two massage Number One, then.”

After all,

There was, after all, an online rumor that massage could enhance breast size. Since Chen Si Yi was rather… “underdeveloped,” perhaps a prolonged massage could verify its efficacy for her.