A little while ago, the King's Game was popular.
Now, it is making a comeback among us.
But only when "I" am part of the group.
"She gets really naughty when she's drunk."
"She's got a masochistic streak..."
"She'll follow any embarrassing command."
"The signal is when she puts her hands on her cheeks! Look, she's doing it now."
"The number of fingers she shows is the number she picked."
"Now, her right hand shows four fingers, right?"
"Watch! I'll prove it to you."
Ready, set, go. Who's the King?
Yes.
Alright, this time, let's give a slightly naughty command.
Number 4 will show their underwear to Number 5.
Who's Number 4?
I raised my hand.
Who's Number 5?
A man who was participating for the first time raised his hand.
Amidst the cheers of "Show us! Show us!", I lifted my skirt.
See? That expression.
It's completely different from before, right?
This is an unspoken rule.
When she makes it clear what her number is, she will follow any command.
So, if she doesn't put her hands on her cheeks, it's a no-go.
We don't want to get caught in it. No naughty commands then.
Got it? Understand?
A girl whispered to a boy.
Another naughty command.
Number 3, do a Y-balance.
Her tight skirt completely lifted, exposing her wide-open crotch.
Look, see?
A round stain has formed.
From now on, she'll keep her hands on her cheeks.
Number 2, show your bra.
Number 5, take off your skirt.
Number 6, take off your blouse too.
It's a free-for-all now.
In my underwear, I was further humiliated by doing Y-balances and bridges.
And then...
Number 6, give your bra to Number 5.
Number 3, give your panties to Number 4.
I was finally stripped completely naked.
Everyone else was fully clothed, but I was the only one naked. It was unbearable.
My private parts were hot and wet.
There was a command to completely expose my private parts.
Number 4, show everyone your private parts in an M-shape.
Already fully aroused, I spread my private parts with my hands without being told.
Then, let's masturbate, shall we?
You want to, don't you?
A friend teased.
It was true.
Even though it was unbearably embarrassing, I couldn't help it.
I ran my fingers over my private parts.
I scooped up the fluid and rubbed it on my clitoris.
I tormented my clitoris with my middle finger.
White fluid overflowed from my private parts.
Even when a smartphone camera was pointed at me, I couldn't say anything.
The thought of my embarrassing state being recorded sent shivers of pleasure through me.
"Amazing..."
Someone said in amazement.
When I climax, my reason suddenly returns.
What have I done?
Hugging my blouse to my chest, I trembled.
"What are you hiding now? You showed everything, even inside..."
A friend laughed.
"Please, delete the photos... the images you took..."
"I'll do anything..."
After having the images deleted, I was exposing my embarrassingly urinating figure on the table.
