Blackjack Night

"Poker has been played, the same game again rarely changes results." Celeste said, though for once Makoto was able to see through a lie. She was just afraid to challenge him again. "Sayaka, do you know Blackjack?"

"M-Me? Uh, kind of. Why?"

"Simple. You will participate also."

"What?"

"We'll be playing simple, single-deck blackjack. The dealer will go through the deck, placing the used cards upside-down at the bottom. Once we reach the face-up cards, the dealer moves to the next in line. We'll go like this until two players are out of chips. From there, the other two become their... shall we say, 'victims' for the night."

"Gosh, that sounds violent." Sayaka pouted.

"Those rules sound good. Where are the chips?"

"Ah. Yes, well. I believe our clothes will suffice. Socks and shoes count as one, of course."

"Huh!?"

"I see. You're putting us at a disadvantage from the start." Makoto looked down. Socks, shoes, pants, hoodie, shirt. Hell, he didn't even have underwear. As for Sayaka... Socks, shoes, shirt, skirt, panties. They were equal. Celeste... counting generously, at least eight layers.

"Hold on, our clothes!?"

"It seems fitting. I'm sure the winners first course of action would be to remove the losers' anyway."

"What, no! Makoto and I wouldn't!"

"Hm. Perhaps I was just projecting, then."

"I'm in." Makoto said. "Sayaka?"

"W-Well, if you think it's a good idea..."

Blackjack began rough. Celeste dealt herself a 21 immediately. "That has to be cheating!" Sayaka accused.

"If you believe so, point to the crime. Otherwise, we will continue."

She pouted and handed away her shoes. Makoto did the same.

The next hand, Makoto busted and lost his socks. Celeste landed on a 17 against Sayaka's 20, so she won back her shoes, but she didn't bother to put them back on. Her lack of effort paid off as the dealer got another blackjack in the next hand. The idol furrowed her brow, but held her tongue. Makoto shrugged off his hoodie and handed it over.

Down to only two and just three hands in. Ultimate Luck my ass... literally, in this case. He finally got a win, and got back his socks, but Sayaka lost hers. Celeste finally busted, leaving Makoto and Sayaka to high five.

The next hand was a tie for the girls, and a win for Makoto. He clawed his way back up, luckily.

"I see. So the dealer is a high risk, high reward position. You can only lose a max of one item as a player, but two as a dealer. At the same time, if you win, you win more." Makoto thought out loud. "I must admit, you made a rather complex game on the spot, Celeste."

"Thank you. But your compliments mean little in the face of what fate is in store for you." She said while passing the deck to Sayaka. It was now her turn as dealer.

And she lost bad. Loosing both battles left her with... just one item. She blushed as she slid her panties out from under her skirt, glancing back and forth, before tossing them to Celeste. Phew. Otherwise that may have completed Sayaka's action and made things even more complicated. She pouted before giving her skirt to Makoto. He stole a glance at her pussy before she crossed her legs.

She made up for it next hand, and Makoto handed her skirt right back, which she was thankful for. Instead of giving her back her cover, though, Celeste smirked and slid over her socks. "Jerk."

"Hold on. Before you deal, I'm upping my bet."

"What? You can't do that!"

"Of course I can, it's standard Blackjack. If I want to bet three pieces of clothing, the dealer will match it."

"B-But... I only have three pieces."

"That is what is known as the table maximum, then. And I have enough clothing to bet it."

"It's okay, Sayaka. You might win, then you'll double the clothes you have."

Celeste tsked and set down her bet. "What then? I'll simply bet the max again. The odds that you win enough hands to defeat me is minute. That is my plan to systemically defeat every dealer in my way."

"That's not fair!"

"How so? I gave you the opportunity to do the same, I allowed myself to be dealer first. If you had thought of the plan, you would have easily won already."

Makoto pursed his lips. After Sayaka, it was his turn. And if she lost, then Celeste would have more than triple his remaining outfits.

Then it struck him. A foolproof way to ruin Celeste's plan. If he lost, then Sayaka would gain a piece back, and stay in the game. He began to grin wildly as Sayaka dealt the cards. He'd just hit until he busted and...

"Blackjack. How fortunate, Mr. Lucky Student." Celeste congratulated him.

Sayaka reluctantly handed him her socks, and locked eyes with the Gambler. She was showing an 18, and Sayaka had a 6. Celeste just had to stand and- "Hit."

"What?"

"You heard me."

"But... why hit on an 18? You'll lose."

"Go on. Deal my card." Sayaka furrowed her eyebrow and handed out a... three. "Ah. 21. How lucky for us, right Makoto?"

With no hope, she flipped her hold card, a 10. If Celeste hadn't hit, Sayaka would've made 19 and won. Instead, she busts at 26. With a deep blush, she stripped down covered herself. "There, I lost. Can I get dressed again now?"

"No."

The deck passed to Makoto and he shuffled, fidgeting it place. It was true he had his full outfit, plus Sayaka's socks. But Celeste had everything else. She hadn't even lost a single piece of her own clothes.

"You going to bet the maximum now?"

"Not yet." She shook her head. "I prefer to test the waters a tad."

It made more sense now. Of course Celeste could count cards. She'd wait for a sense of the deck first. Once all the dealer advantageous low-cards were out of the way, she'd make her big bet.

Things went slow, Makoto slowly losing piece by piece. First, Sayaka's socks. Then his own shoes and socks. Down to just three, she tilted her head. "Two more hands, then you're mine, Makoto."

He frowned. How to I turn this around? When the Ace of Spades and Queen of Hearts showed for Celeste, he just sighed. It's hopeless.

"Another Blackjack. How fortunate."

Makoto went to shuck his hoodie, but paused. Instead he reached for his pants and dropped them, his once more rock-hard member poking right at Celeste's face. For once he caught her off guard, and her face showed it. Sayaka gasped, looking away, but not-so-secretly peeking.

With a sigh of relief, he sat back down. "I suppose it was only right you got your disgusting worm out, seeing as it's time. All-in."

"Isn't that beyond the table maximum?"

She shrugged, fully confident in herself. He dealt out the cards, and showed his Blackjack. The Ace and Queen staring right at Celeste.

"Wh... What!?" She slammed her hands down. "How did you!? Cheater! Dirty little cheater! We just saw those cards!"

"Oh yeah? Point to the crime." Sayaka beamed, not even covering herself she was so smug. "Otherwise, you just lost."

"Psh. It's obvious. He smuggled the cards up his sleeve when he did that! That's why he took off his pants, not his hoodie!" She smiled back. "Checkmate!"

"Are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure." She stood up. "Monokuma, get your little bear ass over here. Now!"

"You call for me and I appear..." He yawned. "All this for one little trigger, jeez."

"Shut it! That camera. Show the footage. Now!"

"Fine, fine. Just stop yelling." The monitor flickered for a moment, then-

"Get on with it." She moaned. Makoto sighed and thrusted. "Gahh! Oh, that... hmmm..." Her small frame trembled as he started to pump in and out. "Ergh... Makoto"-

"Not that you perv! Just now. Makoto hiding cards up his sleeve!"

"Oh, you should have clarified." He shrugged and the feed switched.

It was the camera focused on the scene Makoto as he dropped his pants. It highlights a few things they missed the first time around. Sayaka subtly sliding a finger into herself, Celeste grinding her thighs upon seeing the dick... but most importantly: Makoto using the distraction to flip the deck. All of the dealer-advantaged cards were at the top again, and the cards Celeste expected were at the bottom.

"See! He cheated!"

"Sure, but not a single card went up my sleeve."

"Still, cheating! Disqualified! I win!"

Monokuma yawned again. "Yeah, yeah. Check this out, though."

The feed changed once more, a little earlier in the game. A clear view of Celeste hiding cards up her own sleeves. Cards that slipped out in that exact moment, clattering to the floor below her. "You little-"

"Whoops, gotta dash!" The bear squeaked and ran off.

"Well, looks like you're disqualified too."

"G-Gh! How...!"

"So, I guess that means... Sayaka won." He turned to the idol who... uh oh.

Her face was blank, almost unresponsive.

"Sayaka. Are you okay? What's wrong?" He rushed up to her, waving a hand in her face.

She blinked back to reality, her eyes locking onto him. A slap collided with his face before he realized she moved. "YOU FUCKED HER!? Is that why you wanted in on this!?"

Oh... oh no.

Monokuma you smug motherfucker.