Challenge him to a new game!

"I demand we play a new game. If you win, I'll become your **** alongside them, and you can reclaim management of Steph's sex doll forfeit. But if I win, you must let them both go." Shiro says firmly.

Sora doesn't even flinch. It's not that unusual for them to make bets with the highest ever stakes like this. When your goal is to take down God, you sometimes have to play for keeps.

"Hmm, tempting, you are a fine piece of ass, and that living sex doll would be an amazing asset for my tavern..." James begins. "But no. Ending up with zero slaves would be the end of my days of comfort. I'd actually have to do some of the hard work myself again! No way. Why would I risk that?"

"There's one thing you haven't quite realised, have you." Sora says quietly.

"We are the King and Queen, you idiot!" Shiro spits. "While we can't take away your slaves, due to the rules of the universe, we can certainly take away your tavern, or at least implement laws and policies that make it impossible for you to do business."

"WHAT?!" James Murray takes a step back in fear. "Oh my god, it really is you two, isn't it?!"

"Yes, hence our friendship with the former princess." Sora says calmly, gesturing over to the motionless Steph, who can still hear everything, but can't move from her position lying on the floor, naked as the day she was born.

James growls, but it's clear he's realized that this is the best deal he's going to get.

"Fine. But if I'm playing a game with you, that means it has to involve my asshole or the asshole or someone on my team. But I can't have Dove or Wren on my team if the consequences for me losing are that they no longer have to be my slaves. They would purposefully throw the game! So then... the game has to meaningfully involve my asshole. But I don't want anything going inside my asshole!"

"I have two proposals." Sora speaks up immediately. "One, the game could somehow involve Shiro potentially having to lick your asshole."

James's eyes and eyebrows go wide with excitement at that, but Shiro makes a gagging disgusted sound. "No thank you."

"Or..." Sora continues, "Or you have a game where one or both of the girls are on your team, but have little to no agency with which they can influence the game's outcome."

James wrinkles his forehead. "What sort of game would that be?"

Sora shrugs. "I can think of a hundred. But I don't really want to be the one to invent a game that puts my sister in an awkward sexual encounter, so I'll let her suggest one."

Shiro blinks a few times. "Actually I'd find it less awkward if you came up with it. It will feel less perverse if I'm agreeing to someone else's idea."

Sora sighs and tilts his head to the side. "I knew you'd say that. Okay, fine, here we go. Here's an idea I think you'll both find acceptable. All three women are filled to the brim with milk. I know you said you don't have any left, James, but you might not be aware - when you propose a game, reality will shift to enable the game to happen. So, if it's in the rules of the game, all three girls will be filled with milk as soon as the game is agreed.

"Dove and Wren will be bound in kneeling positions, and will be blindfolded and gagged. Now, for the actual game... First we need to make sure that all three women try to hold in their enemas for as long as possible. So let's make the first woman to expel her enema get a nasty forfeit. Something they really don't want to happen. As long as it's sufficiently anal related, I am confident that the universe will just make it reality. How about this: the first woman to expel more than a two ounces of her enema will have her vaginal nerves, including her clitoris, go completely numb... until she's received 1000 anal creampies from raw anal sex."

"I'm following you so far, and I agree, all young women these days are addicted to flicking their beans - none of them could bear to live without it. In reality, it will take years to have anal sex 1000 times. So they'll all be holding on for dear life. But how does one team win and one team lose, in a way that's fair to me?" James says, frowning.

"I'm just about to explain that!" Sora replies. "Shiro is allowed to silently crawl up behind one of the two other girls, but not alert the girls to her presence. If the girls realise which one of them she's behind because of something she's done or something I've done, she loses. Shiro wins if the woman who first expels her enema, expels it into Shiro's mouth. Otherwise, she loses, including if she expels two ounces of her own enema first. She needs to collect at least one ounce of the enema in her mouth to qualify, and she needs to choose which girl to crawl up behind before either of them begin to expel their enemas. There should be no way for Shiro to be able to guess which of Dove and Wren should expel their enema first, right? So you already have 50/50 odds..."

"Improved to even better odds, because Shiro might lose hold of her own enema first. I like it."

A scroll appears in Shiro's hand, confirming that the rules of the game make sense, and sufficiently involve the butthole of at least one member of each team. She reads the scroll, and shrugs.

"It's not too bad. I suppose the amount I value losing my title and becoming your ****, is comparable to the amount you value your two slaves plus the chance of winning back control of Steph. That makes sense. What doesn't make sense is why my brother designed a game that requires me to get ass-juice in my mouth to win it." She growls.

Sora rubs the back of his neck and smiles awkwardly. "It's the first thing that came to mind! And hey, at least I'm not making you swallow it, right?"

"Right." Shiro grumbles.

"So, you're really going to do it? You're going to gamble your freedom on whether you can put your mouth over the butthole of the girl who's going to release their enema first?" James asks, now getting excited.

"...I am." Shiro decides.

"Well then." James says, grinning.

"Aschente!" They both declare.