So We Roll The Dice...

Ah, the telltale squeaky floorboards of Leblanc’s attic. To think, his greatest enemies were gathered in such a pedestrian location every afternoon was laughable. But, playing the part was simple enough, using them to further his own goals. “Greetings everyone. Did you all have good weekends? I hope we’re all refreshed and ready to take on Niijima-san’s Palace.”

Akechi was always a little bothered when the foolish thieves barely acknowledged him. Exercising only their thumbs as they gawked at whatever prattle the internet vomited into their unused minds. A time that should be used to developing strategies for their ascent into the Metaverse, wasted by their dullard procrastination.

“Hm? Oh, hey Akechi.” replied the blonde neanderthal, returning immediately to his phone as soon as pleasantries were accomplished. “Sorry dude, we’re just waiting on Ren.”

It had obviously not missed Akechi’s watchful eye that the so-called leader of the group was missing, along with the two older females, “How unlike Joker to be tardy to his own meetings. May I ask as to why he’s late?”

“Makoto and Haru are with him in the bathroom making him cum,” said the vapid model, also barely looking up from her phone as she rested on the couch. “You can check out some of the photos they’re taking online if you don’t believe me.”

Next to her, the overtalkative hermit giggled while looking over her shoulder, “Makoto always takes the most robotic blowjob shots. It always looks like she’s posing for the character profile!”

Before he could deny the offer, the phone flipped around to show exactly the cramped condition the three were in downstairs. Akechi had ignored the noises from inside the bathroom on his way up, thinking it just a man who had read too much of the cafe’s hentai. No, instead it was a picture exactly like Ann had described it. The overwound student council member was front and center in the photo–a blank expression on her face with pube on her lips–while behind her the burger princess had her throat around the head of the penis.

“Ah yes. The leader’s condition is rather debilitating, isn’t it? How unfortunate for him.” said Akechi, ignoring the request to stare at any more blowjob photos. Keeping tabs on these morons meant a lot of analysing images of Ren Amamiya’s massive penis. “Pardon my irritation, I do hope in the future we can arrange times for Joker to be properly satiated before our meetings.”

“You’re not wrong, but the health of our leader comes first.” Claimed the cuckolded cat.

“I understand the problem today, and I suppose the alternative would be rather ghastly, but our time to capture Sae Niijima’s heart runs short.”

The feckless artist who had been staring out the window had his turn to talk, “Do not worry, Crow. I’m sure we will make great strides in the Palace today. Though it seems tricky, I have been thinking with enough dedication that we could even make it through the Palace in a single excursion.” A single day? Yusuke was even more of a moron than Akechi had anticipated. “We simply must combine our strengths to achieve our goals.”

“Yeah! Like the Feathermen!”

“I suppose you’re both right. Perhaps I’m just not as used to teamwork as the rest of you.” His courteous smile always felt so thin when talking with these ilk.

Irritation rising, Akechi switched gears to look around the room instead. He’d obviously analysed everything he could on his first horrid arrival in this musty attic, yet any evidence of further activity was always useful.

“My my, it seems our leader has a few conquests under his belt,” said Akechi, studying the panty collection on Ren’s shelf. Four pairs of various designs, all lined up on his shelving unit between a swan boat and a ramen bowl. The frilly pinks to the default blacks, it told the detective all he needed to know.

“Those are ours,” said Ann, casually.

Futaba looked a little more embarrassed by that fact, but still puffed her chest out confidently, “O-our poor Joker didn’t realise he needed to display them until after he asked me and Ryuji while we were ‘subtly’ joking around about it!”

Ann smirked while shaking his head, “Ren’s so cutely naive sometimes. That stoic face of his is so hot, but behind the mask he’s just totally full of questions.”

“Right, yeah, you don’t know do you, Akechi? Ren’s dating the four girls now.”

“A deduction I had my suspicions about, but thank you for confirming them, Skull.” He courteously dignified the response, “I assume this will not affect the team dynamic?”

“No way! Our party is strictly business when we’re in dungeon mode!”

“That’s why Makoto and Haru are dealing with him now.”

Of course the two lovestruck fools would jump to his defence immediately, “I appreciate that, but I meant more the wider dynamics of your group. Not only would you four now feel extra protective of your boyfriend, I wonder how the three other men of your group feel about such a disparity in social standings?”

Eyes turned to said blokes, two thirds of which stared back somewhat blankly.

“Sorry, what? I always lose track of Akechi’s big words half way through.”

“He is suggesting we are jealous of our leader, Skull,” said Yusuke, “A horrible notion of interpersonal drama that totally ignores the feelings of our compatriots, and the stress that our leader is under with his medical condition.”

The room had quickly turned on Akechi, even more so than usual, and it would have required a long apologetic speech had one individual not joined in on the anger.

“Nah man, I mean… I get it,” said Ryuji with a begrudging shrug, “Like, looking in at the group, Ren’s totally winning. Four girlfriends, while still banging other girls as well? Who wouldn’t wanna be in that position…” It seemed the miffed anger was turning to the blonde, something Akechi could have capitalised on if he hadn’t continued talking, “But it’s for real not Ren’s fault that I can’t get a girlfriend, right? And it ain’t his fault that our mutual friends all fell for him. He’s trying his best to make sure things aren’t too weird for anyone. Dude really cares about all of us. I really ain’t mad. I’m still a damn Phantom Thief! And that shit’s the hypest shit ever!”

Yusuke was the first to end the stunned silence after Ryuji’s rousing speech, “Well said, Skull. I always admire your ability to be wiser than your appearance let’s on.”

“You got that right… but I couldn’t have said it better myself, Ryuji.” Added Morgana.

Meanwhile Ann was fanning her teary eyes, “Kkh! Guy friendship totally sets me off! You’re all so sweet!”

“Wah! Girl tears!”

As Futaba tried to console her friend, Ryuji added a mischievous smirk to his time in the sun, “Besides, maybe the detective is projecting cause he don’t have any panties on his shelves neither?”

“...I assure you, my intentions were simply based on acquiring knowledge, Skull. Had none of you come to your leader’s defence, I would have worried that there may have been lingering feelings that could have affected us at a crucial juncture. Apologies for pushing anyone’s buttons, but we are dealing with life or **** stakes as a team.”

The group seemed to placate at his response. Then the discussion devolved into more meaningless prattle as the minutes waiting for Ren to orgasm droned on. Oh, the desire to just **** them all, he’d already planned a perfect way to hide all evidence. What bodies were to be found in the Metaverse? The Phantom Thieves were crass criminals and gutter trash hiding in a dusty attic. Had they not proven some momentary gain, this ridiculous charade could finally-

“Hey everyone, thanks for waiting.” said the most despicable shaggy haired fraud of them all. The way he lit up his pathetic friend’s faces was vomit inducing. A man with such little worth he needed others to help calm his own body. “You all good, Akechi?”

“I am, thank you Ren.”

Ah, Ren. Such a kind man to check up on his ‘rival’ like that. Akechi felt overwhelmed with love for the man, and sealed their boundless friendship with a tight hug.

“Uhh…”

“Come now, don’t feel uncomfortable! I’m sure your two lovely friends have drained you of your stress. So let us tackle the Palace together, like the Feathermen would.”

Beaming with happiness, Akechi turned to look for the approving smiles of Yusuke and Futaba. Strangely, they–and the rest of the room–were simply gawking at him. No matter, they were probably jealous of the hug!

“I… okay. Thanks, Akechi.” nodded Ren, “So… time for the Pal-”

“Oh, I forgot to say, I really enjoyed our previous post mission meal to Big Bang Burger. Perhaps it is presumptuous of me, but I have prebooked us a table at a premium dessert restaurant so that we should all go out for pancakes after today’s mission!”

“Wow! That’s awesome!” cheered Ann, without the remote bud of suspicion.

“That’s… very kind of you.” said Makoto through a wry smile, oozing with disbelief at his motives.

“No need to thank me, I simply wish to grow closer to each and every one of you.” said Akechi from the bottom of his heart, sitting closely next to Ryuji around Ren’s table while awaiting the others to join him.

Slowly the others did. Though Ren’s eyes were currently bulging at his phone and mumbling ‘all good’ over and over again. Makoto begun the discussion of strategies, points of interest from their last incursion to the casino, and possible changes to Sae’s psyche since they’d begun. Soon it became time to travel to the other world, but they were once more paused when Futaba requested the bathroom beforehand since ‘it had been occupied’.

As they waited, each pairing off to chat casually, Ren was approached by Haru. “Ren-Ren…”

“Hey, all g… hello.” He said, catching himself before asking anything.

The floofy girl was looking somewhat flustered and awkward, making him wonder what she was going to ask of him. In her possession was a small cup of white liquid that she’d spat out during their blowjob. It had not been something Ren wanted to ask about, but now she was looking between the cup and him quite strangely, “H-hello, um… d-did you know your cum is very tasty?!”

“...huh?”

“I-I love to drink it and I bet others will too!”

“...huh?”

“Oh dear, I practiced this… Ren-Ren, please let me sell your sperm!”

“...huh?”

“In Big Bang Burger!”

“...huh?”

Haru was quite cute when she got flustered, but this conversation was weirding Ren out, “O-our artificial sperm makers could use this as a new flavour for the cum machines! All they need is this sample and your consent and my company can start using you as a base.”

Makoto coughed as she approached the pair, “Not to cut in, but I think it would be a great business opportunity for you, Ren. Sperm donors sign a contract that means you’d get a big portion of the profits, and as passive income goes you can’t ask for a better deal.”

“And with how tasty your spunk is, I bet Haru would have a ton of women lining up to get a taste!“ added Ann.

“Plus… if I have the exclusive rights to it, I can use it in the coffee shop I want to run one day… I’m sure women all around would come for your cum, Ren-Ren. Especially if you were there with me letting me milk you for some fresh man milk…”

Ann rubbed the back of the fantasising girl, “Okay, Haru! I think you’re scaring him now!” She chuckled at the blush on her girlfriend’s face, “What do you say, Ren? Want to spread your seed through the nation?”

Having three women with a cup of your sperm asking if they can make most Japanese women drink it would confuse most men’s morals. Ren was already slipping down a difficult slope, but this was particularly hard to say no to. “...if you think girls would d-drink it… I guess that’s fine…”

Here we are. Standing in front of the lavish otherworldly police department.

I need to finish this quickly.

The glaring lights of Sae’s Casino, the melodic music her shadow played on the sound system, none of it would distract me from completing my goal. The sooner the Casino is beaten, the sooner Benzaiten will leave me alone.

Otherwise I might just keep… giving in.

It’s so frustrating. Knowing my temptations were getting the better of me. I can literally feel him winning with each blowjob I get, every orgasm I pump into another woman… it’s fucking great and yet I’m still guilty as hell! Now I agreed to let Haru sell my semen in Big Bang Burger. It’s… gah! Random women were going to start walking around Japan with cups of my cum! Slurping it up in straws, having it hot or with ice, moaning at the taste-

Calm down, Ren. These Phantom Thief pants are quite tight and can’t hide any bulges. Even if I do need to cum one more time today, we can do that after the Palace.

“Trickster~”

My blood ran cold as I side eyed the blue door. Three buxom women with platinum hair and wearing only bikinis were waving at me in a temptuous fashion.

“Come back to the Velvet Room anytime, my well hung Trickster~”

“We three sisters can only entertain ourselves without you for so long~”

“You left so abruptly last time, we didn’t get to say thank you~”

Calm down, Ren. Ignore them, they’re just there to distract you! A big titty smoke screen! My horny levels will stay completely flaccid, thank you very much!

“Feels kinda weird, doesn’t it? Being back in these outfits after what we did…” whispered Ann, playing with her panther zips a little while keeping half lidded eyes on me.

Oh COME ON!

“I… uh…”

“Senpai!”

Before any of us could properly head in, a redheaded acrobat suddenly landed in front of us.

“S-Sumire?!”

“Yep! Hi everyone!” She waved, as if she hadn’t just caused mass confusion at her sudden arrival.

“What the hell?! Ain’t she that olympic athlete?! What the eff is she doing here?!”

Morgana tilted his bulbous head at her, “Joker and I knew about her powers, but we didn’t mention it since she didn’t want to join the Phantom Thieves.”

“Yoshizawa, now this is a surprise. How wonderful to see you again~” said Akechi, walking forwards to hug the masked girl, much to her own confusion.

“A-Akechi-san?! I didn’t know you were part of the Phantom Thieves!”

“Only temporarily my dear, though I do hope they accept me fully one day.”

“T-that’s what I’m hoping to do too!”

Haru placed a hand on her mouth, “You’re here to join us? How wonderful!”

“Why now? What changed about your decision to avoid our group?” grilled Makoto, looking rather suspicious of the whole event.

Taking a moment to collect herself in the confusion, Sumire looked over the group one by one. “Well… I just…” Her eyes then locked onto me a little too obviously as her nerves took over while she played with her hair, “I-I just believe it’s the r-right thing to do! You all took down that Kamoshida, and he was really bad news! So I though, maybe I was wrong about how you change hearts…?”

Okay. Great. She’s here to be closer to me. I’m sure the others aren’t buying this either, so let’s help the poor girl along. “So you’re here to see how our group works before you make a more informed decision to join us or not?” I should probably send her home, but she is a strong fighter that could help us out in this dungeon.

“Yes! That!” She nodded, alleviating a lot of sudden tension from my other friends.

“Nice! An extra pair of hands doesn’t hurt!” Ann beamed.

“Especially someone as cute as her,” nodded Makoto, turning to me with a stern expression, “Joker, have you noticed how cute she is?”

“...yes, dear.”

“Um… why did you call Senpai, ‘Joker’?”

After a quick introduction and explanation of our roles/codenames, we were ready to set out into the dungeon properly. We landed on 'Violet' for Sumire, reflecting the English version of her name. I woulda gone with 'Appetite' but was swiftly outvoted.

Now, here’s the part where things get even more complicated.

I remember the Palace layout before we’d returned home last time. Three levels to the casino. Gamblers, High Rollers, Members Only. We could access all three from the elevator, but didn’t have access to any of them until we had the appropriate funds. When we last left, we had just enough to move on from the gambler floor…

And then Futaba asked if there was ‘a lot of Palace left’.

That party had unfortunately changed a lot of the world without me in control, including the layout to this casino. The others all assumed it had always been like that, but there was a bunch of new information for me when we went over it in the briefing we entered.

Two more floors had sprung up before and after the High Rollers one. Okay, there were three, but we didn’t have to worry about the third, hopefully.

First was the ‘VIP Suite’. A series of rooms, each with their own corrupt individual gambler inside. They were allowed to pick the game, and the level of cheating they could employ with each roll of the dice. Similar to the poker rooms down on the gambler floor, we’d need to figure out a way to out cheat them.

The penultimate floor was now the ‘House of Temptations’. Information on this floor was scarce, some rumours about a hedonistic group of corrupt that gambled with others rather than against the house. But with a name like that, and knowing that Benzaiten created this floor, it made me think exactly the kind of story we were about to be a part of.

The final floor was actually below the gamblers now. A prisoner floor, probably where they actually kept prisoners in the real police building, just properly labeled and full of just as much corruption of the law.

Our spending limit hadn’t changed. We still needed a million chips to get to the final floor. But now we just had to also suffer through some extra levels before the boss, as Futaba would say.

Only other thing to mention was that Benzaiten did text me one warning about returning to the Palace. Turns out, Palace Rulers can mess with his powers just a little. It only happens when our notoriety gets too high. If an angry Shadow Sae gets aware of our presence then my reality changing gets locked out as Benzaiten’s influence can’t reach inside the closed off walls.

So the task was simple: get through the casino as quickly and as quietly as possible. Sae wasn’t bothered by our presence, just aware we were gambling as was everyone else. We probably won’t even see her until the end.

We entered the casino and began heading towards the elevator to reach the new second floor. Bizarrely, we were blessed with a very quiet sneaky walk through the casino’s bottom floor. Not even those weird sexy bunny waitress things seemed to pay us any mind. It made things easier for Yoshizawa to admire the new scenery, and not get into trouble, but it was odd. We had already conquered this area, so maybe that was why? Either way, we entered the elevator prepared for whatever would come next. The only other occupant being one of those large ‘bodyguard’ shadows that operated it. Second floor, here we come!

“Target has entered the elevator, ma’am.”

“What?”

“Good! Send them up!”

In an instant, we were sent straight past the second, third, and fourth floors. Our bodies shaking at the immense g-**** that practically threw us into the air when we reached our destination.

The doors slid wide open while we were getting our bearings, unveiling someone I had been prepared to avoid for as long as possible.

“Welcome, Ren!” Beamed Shadow Sae Niijima, “Join me for a date in my office, won’t you?”