The Affection Multiplier - Chapter 261: Third day: The King’s Game. (Patreon)

With the sun slowly setting coming down to set behind the mountains around you and gradually dyeing the sky red, the afternoon of your third day here starts coming to an end. You get out of the pool using the metal ladder and catch the towel tossed at you by an also dripping Emily.

“Thanks,” you tell her as you start drying up. You feel the still warm breeze in your skin. It doesn’t get all that chilly here until late at night, thankfully.

You notice Jessica coming down from the balcony and approaching you and the others who were in the pool, namely Katherine, Emily, Sophia, Olivia and Julia.

“Anzu and Mia got snacks ready,” she tells you. “They’re asking if you’d rather eat here or inside.”

“I think it’s still warm enough to stay outside,” you say, turning to the others. “What do you think?”

“Yeah, let’s stay here,” Emily nods.

“I’m feeling lazy,” Olivia says, stretching her arms up. “I don’t feel like changing clothes yet.”

“Nice excuse,” Julia laughs. “You just know David likes the view.”

Olivia just shrugs it off.

“The sky looks really pretty,” Katherine says, looking up. “It’d be a waste to miss it.”

“Let’s move the tables so we can all sit together, then,” Sophia says.

Jessica goes back inside with the message while you and the others move the two round tables closer together and set the chairs around them to get everyone a spot to sit down.

Emma, Mia, Anzu and Megan come down carrying plates and trays with drinks. They set them on the tables and you see what they prepared. There are plenty of fruit skewers, sandwiches, bowls with nuts and dried fruits, and some of the glasses are filled with juice while others have beer for those of you who drink.

The others also start coming down and taking seats around the table. When you’re all together, you make a toast to your vacations.

“The third day is already ending,” Megan sighs after drinking some juice. “It’s going way too quickly.”

“It just shows we’re having fun,” Julia says.

“Speaking of fun,” Anzu says, “why don’t we play something?”

“Something like what?” Lilian asks.

“Oh! Let’s do truth or dare again!” Megan suggests. “We have three people here who haven’t played with us yet,” she says, turning to Lilian, Jessica and Olivia.

“I was thinking of something similar, but also a little different.” Anzu gets a small paper bag and gives it a little shake. “Why don’t we play the King’s Game?”

“What’s that?” Olivia asks.

“Oh! I know!” Katherine says with a wide smile. “All of us draw papers with numbers, only one of them is not a number and says who’s king for that round. The king says which number does what, without knowing which person has which number.”

“So it’s a bunch of blind dares to whoever?” Lilian asks.

“You can also have someone answer a question, for example,” Anzu adds.

“Alright, I’m in.” Lilian nods.

“You already got everything ready?” you ask Anzu.

She smirks. “I knew you’d all say yes.”

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The game is as simple as Katherine explained. You all draw a piece of paper from the bag, and whoever gets the red dot instead of a number is the king, who can order a maximum of three numbers to do a dare together or answer a question.

Everyone draws and you get the final paper out of the bag.

Number seven.

“If we’re a majority of women here, shouldn’t we call it the Queen’s Game?” Olivia asks, looking at her piece of paper. “Oh, I’m queen, by the way.”

“Uh-oh. I’m scared,” Megan giggles.

“Let’s see. I want number 5 to tell us their most embarrassing story,” Olivia says with a grin.

“W-What!?” Lilian flinches. “Olivia, you traitor!”

Olivia starts laughing. “Holy shit! I know what’s coming! Come on, answer up! The queen’s word is law!” She claps her hands regally.

“I hate you so much right now,” Lilian groans. “So… this happened in high school, sophomore year. I had just finished getting in shape from being… overweight and we had just finished a very intense P.E. class. I felt dizzy and exhausted, so I was the first to leave the gym and go to the locker room. I got in and started undressing, but only a couple of minutes later…” she swallows, her face reddening deeply. “All the guys started coming in. I mistakenly entered the men’s locker room and stood there, covering myself with my clothes as much as I could.”

“It doesn’t end there, though…” Jessica snickers.

“What did you do?” Sophia asks, grinning at the story.

“The only thing I through of,” Lilian answers. “I started yelling at them calling them perverts, sexual offenders, criminals, insisting that I was right, that I was in the women’s locker room, and not letting a single one even get a word in. Somehow I made them believe they’d been the ones to make a mistake and they all ran way. That’s when I made my escape.”

You all start laughing, mostly at the second part of the story.

“I remember that!” Katherine laughs. “But the way the story was around school was that the guys DID go into the women’s locker room.”

“We altered the facts a little, yes,” Olivia grins.

“You girls are awful,” you shake your head, but still can’t help but chuckle.

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Another draw and this time you get number one.

“I’m queen, baby!” Megan grins devilishly. “I want these two people to swap tops.”

Oh no.

“Number two and number ten!”

Oh thank god! Not you!

“I’m two,” Mia says.

“I’m ten,” Emily adds.

You glance from the young blonde to the older brunette. Mia is wearing jean shorts and a blue t-shirt that’s just a little tight around her chest, while Emily is wearing…

…her swimsuit.

“…That is NOT going to fit,” Julia laughs.

“Queen’s law! Hurry up!” Megan laughs with her.

The two girls involved grimace and do as told. It makes you notice, as Mia is pulling her t-shirt up, that she’s not wearing a bra, and there’s a beautiful moment where both girls’ chests are out in the open. They toss each other their tops. Mia’s shirt is a few sizes bigger than Emily’s on the chest area alone, while no black magic will ever make it so Emily’s swimsuit top fits Mia.

After some struggling, Mia says, “If it tie this up, it’s gonna break. So you’ll have to forgive me for not fully obeying your order, your majesty.” Mia lets the sky-blue bikini top dangle from her neck and exposing her chest to everyone like it’s nothing. In a way, it is, since you’ve seen her naked hundreds of times, but her being the only one naked adds a certain amount of excitement to it.

“That was not a fair trade,” Emma laughs.

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Another round of drawing papers, and lo and behold, this time you’re the king!

“Haha! David is the queen!” Megan mocks you, eliciting a few more laughs.

“Very funny, but for my KINGLY decree,” you grin, “I want number one and number eleven to sit on my lap and feed me until the end of the next round, like the king that I am.”

This is really the only chance you have to ask for something as ridiculous as this, since you can play it off as a joke.

“Very well, my king,” Sophia says, licking her lips. She stands from her seat, still wearing her black bikini with those white frills, and grabs a plate with fruit skewers.

“That means we’re exempt from the next round,” Anzu giggles, also standing up and grabbing a bowl of nuts. “The king’s word is law, after all.”

Anzu is wearing a long, pure white sundress, but knowing you like she does, she takes it off and shows that she’s wearing her pink, front-tied bikini with prints of white flowers underneath it.

Sophia sits on your left leg while Anzu sits on your right. You wrap an arm around their waists and allow yourself a quick bust comparison. You relish the sight of their nearly equal chests so close to you, but turn to look up at them.

Anzu takes an almond and gently takes it you your mouth. You eat it and take the opportunity to lick her fingers. She giggles and lets them linger for a moment. You turn to Sophia, who’s taken an orange slice from a skewer and put it in her mouth. She smirks as she feeds it to you directly, taking the opportunity to make out with you as she does.

“Oh, that looks more fun,” Anzu nods to herself, feeding you the next almond with her mouth as well. You taste her tongue for a while before pulling away and crewing the almond.

“They’re gonna be at it for a while,” Emma says, “so let’s do the next round.”

The girls draw, and Emma announces herself as queen. She looks from the paper to you and you can almost see the light bulb go up over her head.

“I want number three to perform a strip tease for us,” she orders.

“What? That’s all?” Julia says, standing up with a confident smile. “Someone give me some music to work with.”

Lilian goes to her phone, puts generic strip tease music on and sets her phone on the table. The rest move their chairs away to give the woman some space.

Julia, in her small, salmon colored bikini and hair tied up into a bun, stands in the middle of the group, yet she faces you with a lustful smirk and licks her lips.

She starts moving her hips to the slow rhythm of the music, stretches her arms up and thrusts her chest forward. She turns around and bends over to show off her perfectly sculpted and round ass. She takes her hands to her hair and quickly rises, whipping her now loose hair back and forth.

Her hair is still a little wet. It’s a complete, wild and beautiful mess. Julia grins, knowing your eyes are now on her even as you have Sophia and Anzu on your lap. The two girls, instead of fighting for your attention, embrace it and move their hands to your crotch, teasing your growing erection in your shorts.

Julia takes her hands to the back of her neck, and the white straps fall on her shoulders. She holds her top with her arm, creating anticipation. How many times have you seen her exposed chest? How many times have you sucked on Julia’s nipples already? How many times have you had your cock between them? So why are you so excited to see them out in the open again?

The magic of a strip tease.

She walks closer, turns around and bends over once again. Her ass is right in front of your crotch, just far away to avoid contact yet close enough that you can almost feel it against you. Julia again lifts her head, whipping her hair with the music.

Her eyes are locked on yours. The bikini top starts slipping from her hands until it drops to the ground. She proudly thrusts her chest forward with her hands behind her head. She walks to you again and tempts you with her tits right in front of your face.

As you’re about to lean your head forward to enter the heavenly valley, Julia pushes it back with a finger on your forehead. She grins and shakes her finger.

“No touching, mister. Those weren’t my orders,” she teases.

She goes back and starts pulling her panties down. Slowly. Hands and shoulders moving with every beat of the music, pulling down a bit at the left. With another beat, she pulls down to at right.

Your heart pounds in agonizing excitement. The animal part of your brain almost wants to bend Sophia over in front of you and fuck her to relieve your lust. Hell, she’d probably like it. But no. Every other part of you says that this is too fun to let it end like that. Sex is at your fingertips. At any point you could call any and all of these girls and you’d be drowning in sex. But how many times have you seen a strip tease while two girls sit on your lap, feeding you with their mouths?

A great many zero times.

Have patience, and enjoy infinite new experiences with your girls.

Finally, Julia’s bikini bottoms are left forgotten on the ground. Her athletic and busty figure exposed to everyone. She bows to her audience, and you all give her a big round of applause.

“Holy shit, woman!” Megan says. “Where did you learn that?”

“Please don’t tell me you were a stripper in college,” Emily says.

“I wasn’t a stripper,” the naked Julia says, crossing her arms below her chest and directing a scowl at her younger sister. “But I had a friend who was, so don’t go looking down on them. It’s tough work.”

“Did she teach you?” Mia asks, curious.

“She did. We were very close, but she got married and moved to South America,” Julia says with a nostalgic smile.

“Truly, a storybook ending,” Sophia chuckles.

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The game goes on for several more rounds, and throughout all of them, you’ve managed to avoid straight up sex. Everything’s been just more sweet, agonizing teasing, questions or random dares.

Emma had to jump naked into the pool; Katherine had to eat a banana while pretending she was giving a blowjob; Anzu had to admit the most she’d ever masturbated in a day was seven times; and Olivia was forced to tell the story of her first kiss, which was, as kind of expected, a story of her manipulating the captain of her high school basketball team into breaking up with his girlfriend, who she considered a pain.

“Do you have ANY stories of the past that don’t involve you being a bitch?” Emily asks, without any malice or intention to offend. Just… unsurprised.

“I guess I wasn’t so bad in middle school,” Olivia shrugs. “Hey, you know the kind of things I’ve done. I’ll admit it and won’t try to hide it, but try not to throw it in my face.”

“Yeah, sorry.” Emily apologizes.

The game goes on, with the sky turning dark and the first few stars appearing in the sky. Yet everyone seems to be really into the game. Dares, truths, sexy teasing, and all with the thrill of not knowing who’s gonna have to do what.

When Jessica gets to be queen, she decides on a question.

“I want number seven to reveal to us their biggest secret,” she says. “Any insecurities, fetishes or anything. Let it out in the open!”

“Who’s number seven?” Lilian asks.

“I am,” Emma says, nervously biting her lip.

“That sucks,” Emily complains. “Emma doesn’t have any secrets.”

“I have one, actually,” Emma sighs heavily. “Fairly recent, though.”

“Emma… That one seemed to be important. This is just a game. You don’t have to say it.” You tell her.

“You know it?” Katherine asks you.

You shake your head. “But like I said, it seems important.”

“S-Sorry,” Jessica apologizes. “A bad questions, wasn’t it?”

“It’s fine, Jessica,” Emma giggles nervously. “I’ve been wanting to get it out. I don’t like keeping things from you all.” Your teacher takes a deep breath. She has a towel wrapped around her, drying herself from having jumped into the pool a while ago. “The thing is… I spoke to my mother a couple of weeks ago. No, actually, I spoke to Hayes Academy’s headmistress.”

The lot of you suddenly become tense. You knew it was work related, but it seems even more serious.

“Starting the next academic year, she’ll retire… And I’ll be assuming the role of headmistress.”

“W-What…!?”

There’s a silence as everyone lets the words sink in. Did Emma just say she’ll be headmistress? That’s… bad? Good? You don’t know yet, but now it makes sense that she asked you to become student president. You’d be able to work closely with her.

“I’m sorry if I’m too dumb, but… shouldn’t we be happy about this?” Megan offers. “It means we won’t have the eye of Mrs. Hayes on us, right?”

“But there’ll be far more eyes on Emma,” Sophia counters. “Not to mention the responsibilities.”

“That’s the part that worries me,” Mia agrees. “You’re 25, Emma, almost 26. You’re too young to be headmistress. Not because I don’t think you’re not capable, but because the pressure will be immense.”

“I know,” Emma nods. A wry smile on her face. “But the biggest problem is that… I want to do it.”

“Thought so,” you sigh with a smile.

“You WANT to?” Lilian asks. “Why? It’s so much more work, and many more people looking at you!”

“But I’d be able to make the changes I’ve always wanted. Changes my mom knows she has to make, but doesn’t want to.” She turns to Mia, Julia and Anzu. “We could finally achieve the changes we’ve been fighting for.” She no turns to you. “And if David becomes student council president, everything will go even smoother.”

“He’s already busy enough as is without being in any clubs,” Olivia groans, “and you want him to be student president? We’ll have no time to hang out!”

Emma grimaces. “I know.”

“Time is something you make, not something you have,” you say, smiling confidently. “That’s something my dad sometimes says.” You look first at Olivia, then to the rest of the girls. Your smile and eyes confident, even cocky, challenging. “Don’t go putting words in my mouth, Olivia. I’ll have enough time. School and council duties will take up time, yes, but I’ll have them taken care of before you know it. What I want to know is if you girls can keep up.”

“W-What?” Megan stammers, and the others look at you with wide eyes.

“We always knew we’d find challenges, right? Right now, Emma has the chance to gain a position to achieve one of her goals. I want to support her. No, I will support her, just as she’s supported me all this time. And the same goes for all of you. No matter what you want to do, I’ll help you. Time is not an excuse for me, nor is energy. My words may sound cheap since I have the AMA, but I think you know me well enough by now to be sure I’d be saying the same, even if I didn’t have it. I told you I’d make you the happiest women in the world. I won’t have you choosing me over your dreams. No, I’ll make it so none of you have to make that choice. I’m keeping you with me, and helping you achieve every single one of your goals.”

Dammit. That could’ve been your proposal speech, but the rings are up in your bag in your room. Coming up with something that good will be hard. But hey, you’re speaking from the heart. Perhaps the words will just come to you, just like now.

The silence is broken when Emma starts sobbing. Uncontrolled tears flow down her cheek and she just lets them, covering her mouth. “Thank you…” She whispers. You go to her, take her hand and kiss it.

No one says anyone else, but there’s a smile on everyone’s faces.