Chapter 41: Roulette room
"Ma’am are you okay?" I asked, feigning concern.
"Who are you?" She curiously replied.
"Bruce you’re masseuse ma’am." My voice muffled underneath the mask.
She tried to crawl away across the table, heavy tits swinging, cum from her face dripping onto the sheets.
"No.. stay back! You weren’t wearing that masks! You’re not a masseuse — you lied — you just.. came in ass!"
I stepped closer, bottom half still naked, my cock half hard and shiny with the mixture of her ass juices and my own cum.
[What the hell have you done Kenji! I told you to be smart about this, now she’s at the verge of finding out who you really are]
’I’m sorry, LUST.. but please, help me out.’
’I don’t know what to do.’
"Please relax, I’m Bruce! How can I be anyone else?!"
Anna’s voice shook, but her thighs started to part. "Who the hell are you? Why did you... why did you do all that to me?"
Even as she spoke, her freshly fucked asshole continued to pulse and drip, a clear trail of yellowish liquid running down the back of her thigh.
"What do you mean? I’ve been your masseuse this whole time." I said calmly.
"Take off the mask you have on your face, or I’ll scream." Her voice is fierce.
"It’s not a big deal, just relax."
"Since it’s not, take it off." She insisted.
I breathed deeply, "fine!"
Hand slowly reaching to my face.
’Do something.. please. LUST!’ I breathed.
My fingers touched the fabric and pulled.
Anna watched in anticipation, her eyes narrowed and widened with each movement of the face-mask and my hand.
I closed my eyes in hopes for a lesser reaction than the worst reaction I imagined.
The mask came off, and I opened my eyes seconds later when she had fully seen me.
But her expression was totally what I didn’t expect.
"Oh my gosh.. I’m sorry for over reacting Bruce..." Anna’s voice softened. "I thought I saw Kenji."
’Did she just say Bruce!! Oh my gosh.. it worked.’
[Yes it did, but only for a minute.. so do quick and get out of there]
’Thanks LUST.’
"Mr Kenji?! I didn’t see him anywhere near here. But it’s fine you don’t have to apologize." I answered confidently.
"No, I was rude, I have to make it up to you in some way. Even though it’s just to keep our little secret," she whispers.
"It’s safe with me ma’am." I smirked. "The wash room is to your left in case you want to freshen up."
"I loved every minute of the massage," Anna said softly and made her way into the wash room.
[Quick.. make your leave now]
I wore my pants quickly, and stormed out onto the spa’s reception.
"Mr Bruce? You’re off already?" My way was blocked by a staff lady.
"Excuse me, I was called by the manager." I stride past her without stopping and made it back to my room.
"Okay LUST show me what I got." I rubbed my palms against each other in anticipation.
The system chimes softly.
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[Lewd Points Gained: +1,000,000 (Ntr Goto + Successfully hidden identity + First Taboo + hot spa service for Anna + Brutal anal fuck]
[Bonus Multiplier Active: New month indulgence (all gains are doubled for the next 9 hours)]
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Anna’s Pov.
’I can still feel him.’
"I’m all done.. Bruce!" She stepped out, covered with a bathrobe.
She heard no one answer.
"Bruce! Bruce! He left already?!"
Even after a long shower, even after scrubbing every inch of her skin with the expensive citrus soap the spa provided, the unreal sensation of that *masseuse* was still there.
The way he pulled her hair like a slut. The way he didn’t ask. The way the oil made everything so slippery, too easy.
How he held her hips down even when she tried to push up, and just kept going until she was biting the towel just to keep her from crying.
Anna convinced herself it was just a fantasy. A dangerous, stupid fantasy that got out of hand and since she didn’t expect it, then it never happened.
But her mind kept circling back to that soft voice in a club uniform. The confident hands.
By the time she realized those hands weren’t just massaging anymore, her body had already betrayed her. She came twice before he finished inside her. Thick, hot pulses that she still felt deep in her asshole each time she moved slightly.
Moments later, she met up with her husband.
He had no idea another man just used her like a whore in the spa treatment room less than three hours ago.
She couldn’t help but make several comparisons in her mind between Goto and what she just experienced earlier today and she couldn’t be more irritated by her husband’s presence.
But she had to put up the act.
"How was the spa service , baby!" Goto asked with a condescending smile.
"It’s the best thing I’ve had so far in this getaway... it was intense." She whispered.
He chuckled softly, the low, satisfied sound of a man who believed he still owns every part of Anna. "Good.. I told you it would be a great idea to enjoy the services. Tomorrow we leave. Back to the real world."
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The final day of the exclusive Legacy Club retreat hits differently — from having an amazing time with Anna but undercover, to the breathtaking glow of the evenings.
The private hill top estate is still dripping with excess — glass infinity pools overlooking the cities landscape, private mansion connected by heated stone paths, and the clubhouse already humming with the low thrum of anticipation.
My Infinite Lewd System was fully active, the interface glowing softly in my vision.
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[System Status: Peak Condition]
[Harem Sync: All marked partners available]
[Maximum Indulgence]
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The lower- level gaming salon drew my attention. Heavy curtains sealed the high windows.
Only the soft click of the ivory roulette wheel and the low murmur of expensive cologne filled the air.
I stood at the edge of the long green table. Across from me sat my three primary rivals:
"Ando Goto," an old Japanese tycoon, the most significant target of my revenge quest.
"Paul White," my active, soon to be ex boss. The fool who bends to the ladies orders. He only joined the table as he’d seen me boldly ask to play.
"Haru," he isn’t talked about much but he’s the arrogant spoiled brat my dad and stepmom kept wanting to be close friends with since his parents have been loyal clients of GoldCorp since day one.
Other legacy members, their spouses and lovers watched from the side.
The croupier — an older man who had worked these tables for years — waited with perfect neutrality.
My Infinite Lewd System remained quiet in the background. No updates. No arousal multiplier, Tonight the game was pure.
>House Rules(agreed in advance)<
>Minimum bet: 5 million yen
>No credit. Cash or verified wire only.
>Single zero wheel.
>First bankrupt two opponents, or the highest stack after twelve spins, takes the entire pot and the right to name one public concession from each loser.
The opening stacks were equal to: 50 million Yen each.
Goto at his side of the table lit up his Mayan Sicar cigar, even though I wasn’t a tobacco specialist, I knew those costs a fortune to buy.
Goto spun first.
"Black 25." He voiced, exhaling the smoky screen.
He won. Clean.
The crowd marveled at his lucky prediction with the first pick of the game.
Paul answered with a heavy bet on red.
"Red 7."
He collected with no expression.
Haru felt the tension and went aggressive early, placing 12 million on a six- number street.
The ball dropped on 14– outside his numbers.
He lost the chips without blinking, "fuck in hell." He muttered, jaw clenched.
"Your turn. Kenji." He voices, in hopes of both of us being the first ones to lose. "Someone has to go down with me.. isn’t that right? Hahaha." He laughs his pain streaking expression off.
I placed 7 million on black, then a smaller side bet on the second dozen.
The wheel spun. The ball rattled, slowed, and settled on black 26.
Both bets hit.
"Here you go Mr. Kenji."
The croupier pushed the chips towards me in neat stacks. My pile grew while Haru’s pile shrank.
The table settled into a rhythm of cold calculation.
"Kenji! The amounts you’re betting are little too none, enjoy the risk the game offers. We old heads will teach you better. Hahaha." Goto voices mockingly.
Paul pitched in with a scoff. "I try telling him all the time."
The crowd laughed.
But that didn’t faze my confidence.
Spin after spin, the fortunes shifted.
Goto tried to pressure me with large outside bets. I answered by chopping the table with precise wagers, taking smaller but consistent wins.
Paul played the long game, protecting his stack and waiting for mistakes.
Haru kept on swinging for knockouts punches and paid for it....