Shar Visits the Lily Garden

Aífe awoke to the sound of gentle rainfall and the feeling of someone touching her shoulder.

“Lady Aífe,” Umbra said as she leaned over the groggy Mistress of the season, “it’s time to get up.”

“Umbra?” Aífe propped herself up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. “Why are you the one waking me up? Where’s…” She struggled to think of who was supposed to be in her bed from the night before, but it wasn’t coming to her. “Wait, who was I with last night? And whose day is it today?”

“We can discus that later. Breakfast. Now.” Umbra’s tone was a bit more on edge than usual, leaving Aífe even more confused.

Not wanting to argue, she did as instructed, getting washed up and dressed before following Umbra to the elevator down to the lobby. When they reached the dining hall, they were greeted by the faces of Aífe’s assembled harem members, each in various stages of waking up, themselves. Aífe couldn’t blame them—the lack of the usual amount of sunlight combined with the repetitive sound of raindrops against the windows was definitely keeping her fairly drowsy. I didn’t even know it could rain here. She thought to herself as she grabbed a plate of French toast and sat down. The weather’s never been anything less than perfect the entire time we’ve been here.

“Hey, I know this is going to sound really callous,” Aífe spoke between bites of her breakfast, “but does anyone know whose day it’s supposed to be? It’s weird, I’m having trouble remembering who I was with yesterday.”

“So, it’s happening to you, too, huh?” Erica sighed.

“Wait—are you guys having trouble remembering what day it is, too?” Aífe sat up a bit straighter in her chair, growing anxious as they all nodded.

“Anytime we try to remember who all have had their dates, everything gets a bit… fuzzy.” Elise rubbed her temples, frustrated.

“Fucking wonderful.” Cecilia bitched. “Just when we were starting to get used to things around here, we get a fresh load of bullshit to deal with.”

“Not to mention that the weather is making it harder to stay awake and focus.” Aria said through her folded arms as she was using them to rest her head. Her complaint was punctuated with a yawn.

“You don’t think there’s something going wrong with the magic that they’re using to run the show, do you?” Aoba gulped. “What if we end up losing more and more of our memories?”

“Whoa, slow down, Aoba.” Aífe tried to calm the nervous oni. “I’m sure everything’s going to be fine—we can ask Sera what’s going on when she gets here.”

“That might prove a bit difficult.” Umbra muttered, her face more dour than usual.

“Hold on, did something happen to Sera?” Aífe was even more alarmed now, and her harem was also feeling the increased tension. Whether each of them wanted to admit it, or not, they all knew on some level that Sera, for any faults they might perceive in her, was the one keeping things running around here, making sure everyone was safe.

“Nothing you all need to worry about.” An unfamiliar voice rang out from the other side of the table. Standing in what had been empty space a moment ago was an exceptionally tall woman with deathly pale skin and long, blood red hair. She had an impressive chest and equally impressive muscles, shown off by a sleeveless, midnight black dress. Her deep crimson lips were curled into a slight smile as she looked over the assembled cast with eyes that were pitch-black voids. “She’s simply away for the day. You can think of me as your substitute Host. My name is Shar; it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Wait, you’re Shar?” Aífe’s eyes widened and some of the tension in her shoulders eased up. “Sera’s mentioned you before. I just didn’t imagine you’d be so…”

“Tall?” Erica chimed in, trying to help Aífe find a polite word to use.

“Goth.” Cecilia looked Shar up and down, skeptically.

“Intimidating.” Aífe answered bluntly, to which Shar chuckled. “Still, I’m glad that you’re our substitute Host, instead of someone else. From how she described you, Sera made it sound like you’re one of the nicer Hosts, at least. It’s nice to meet you.”

“I must be getting soft in my old age.” Shar mused. “Everyone seems to think I’m just a big teddy bear, these days. That said, it is true that Sera and I are quite similar as far as Hosts are concerned. In terms of temperament and taste, at least. The production committee for this crossover event had quite a laugh when they saw me draw the Lily Garden for my destination. ‘How will they be able to tell the difference? They’ll just think Sera decided to go goth for the day!’” She laughed as she quoted the production team.

“So, if this is a crossover event, does that mean Sera’s with your cast?” Diona piped up.

“No.” Shar shook her head. “If I recall correctly, she should be visiting the Hanging Gardens.”

“The Hanging Gardens of Babylon?!” Aífe and Aoba exclaimed in unison.

“Yes, Sera mentioned that you two would likely react that way because of some game you both play.” Shar continued. “Luckily, my cast will be spending the day with a dear friend of mine.”

“So, is this crossover the reason why our memories are fuzzy?” Elise cautiously interjected with her own question.

“Indeed.” Shar confirmed. “Each Host was allowed input for how… ‘canon’ this crossover event is in each of their seasons. Since hers was still so early on in its runtime, Sera opted for a more non-canon approach, as to not interfere with any budding relationships. So, we created a Schrodinger’s Day of sorts—this day is simultaneously after each of your days with your Mistress and also none of them. It’s a completely isolated point of time that is simply ‘sometime during the first week of the competition.’”

“So how will that affect the next day?” Aífe stroked her chin in thought. Half of those present seemed to be keeping up while the other half were lost at about the point when Schrodinger was mentioned.

“You’ll be returned to the proper locations while you’re sleeping. As for your memories of today, they’ll be just a hazy dream to all of you—Sera will undo that at a later date. It could be the end of the week or the end of the season. Either way, you’ll eventually remember everything that happens today.” Seeing their nervous expressions, Shar continued. “What’s with the long faces? I promise I have something fun planned.”

“You’re our sub, so what? Are you going to roll out the TV cart and slip a Bill Nye cassette in the VCR?” Aria quipped, prompting Aífe, Erica, Mallory, and Diona to perk up and start quietly chanting “Bill! Bill! Bill! Bill!”

“As much as it hurts to dash your hopes when you’re so excited—This is still Harem Hotel. We do have a certain level of sexiness to maintain, and I’m afraid Bill Nye isn’t going to cut it.” Shar shot them down. “No. Once you’re all finished with your breakfast, we’ll head to the lounge. I’ve set up a fun game for all of you to play.”

Torn between wanting to eat more slowly to put off whatever game this new Host wanted them to play and wanting to eat more quickly so as to not piss off the giant woman who looks like she could snap anyone of them like a glow stick, fear ended up winning out and they finished a few minutes later. Equal parts nervous and curious, they made their way back up to the second floor and headed into the lounge.

“If that’s all, I’ll leave you to it.” Umbra said, staying in the doorway of the lounge. “My work’s not gonna do itself.” With that, the maid abruptly turned around and briskly walked away. No one among the cast felt brave enough to ask what had Umbra so high-strung around Shar.

“I suppose it’s fine if she doesn’t want to stick around.” Shar shrugged. “There’s no space for her to join anyway, so she’d just be stuck watching.”

She gestured for them to all sit around a large game table that had been set up. On its surface was a board game with 8 different colored pieces. The game board depicted the interior of a castle with small plastic pieces placed in each of the rooms, though it was hard to make out the exact details of what some of them were. After a moment, it clicked for a couple of them.

“Is this supposed to be Clue?” Aria curiously picked up a silver game piece. “Looks like you added a couple of colors, since the original version only has six characters, but you didn’t add enough—there are only 8 pieces, and there are 9 of us if you include Aífe.”

“Bingo! But not actually BINGO, as you can see.” Shar smirked as she cracked a joke that would’ve been right at home in Sera’s repertoire of humor. “This is, in fact, Clue—or Cluedo as it’s known outside of North America. I thought about bringing the game of Cumopoly that my girls played, but I felt that the audience might not appreciate a straight repeat. So, I created this version of Clue based on my castle where my season takes place. Not including any of the rooms for the harem or the Mistress of my season, of course—you’ll just have to watch it if you want to see any naughty stuff they have hidden in their rooms.”

“Oh, what a shame.” Cecilia said, rolling her eyes. “Since there’s not enough for all of us to play, I guess I’ll have to sit out. Can’t have Aífe getting left out, after all. If you’ll excuse me, I’ll be somewhere that’s not here, doing something that’s not this.”

“Not so fast.” Shar tossed the green piece, which Cecilia managed to catch. “While it’s true that Lady Aífe won’t be a player, I do have a special role planned for her.” She motioned for the other members of the harem to each pick up a piece. Erica had gold (in place of yellow, perhaps), Aoba blue, Mallory black, Elise purple, Diona red, and finally Natalie with white. Once all of the pieces had been assigned, the board lit up in a blinding flash of magic, swallowing everyone present.

When Aífe opened her eyes, she found herself lying on a cold, stone floor in what appeared to be some kind of grand foyer of a castle. A moment later, Shar peeked into view, towering over the prone Mistress.

“Where are we, Shar, and why am I on the floor?” Aífe asked, already tired of whatever shenanigans this game of Clue was going to involve.

“I told you that I had a special role to play.” Shar smiled—a somewhat horrifying expression to be wearing as she uttered her next sentence. “You, Lady Aífe, are the victim in our little mystery.”

“So what? One of the girls in my harem murdered me?” Aífe raised an eyebrow. “Short investigation, then—it was probably Cecilia.”

“Nothing so gory as that—besides what if she heard you? You might have hurt her feelings.” Shar chuckled as Aífe rolled her eyes. “No, the crime at play here is a drive-by cumming—our culprit hit that and ran, so to speak, leaving you lying, insensate, in a puddle of your own juices after a veritable onslaught of orgasms. We must catch her so as to reward her the proper amount of VP and admonish her for not giving her Mistress the proper aftercare.”

“Can I at least sit up? Or get a pillow, maybe?” Aífe cracked her neck. “Lying on the floor like this is doing a number on my neck.”

“I’ll give you a chair to sit in once the game proper has started.” Shar reached somewhere out of sight and produced a red velvet cushion. “You can rest your head on this for right now.” Once Aífe was in a more comfortable position, Shar continued. “It’s time we introduce our suspects! Since I felt that mustard wouldn’t sound very fitting for such a lovely bunny, I took the liberty of renaming her. First up is Erica as Colonel Gold!”

A door opened at the top of a staircase, and Aífe had to turn her head to get a proper look. Golden heels clacked on the stairs before coming to a stop. Clad in a golden leotard, white pantyhose, and a military jacket of some kind, Erica struck a dynamic pose as she playfully saluted.

“Reporting for duty! So, how do I look?” Erica asked, confident in how hot she looked in that outfit.

“You look amazing, just like you always do.” Aífe smiled. Her girlfriend was being a dork, but she did look damn good in that outfit. Erica walked over to stand where Shar was motioning for her, before grinning.

“Chocolate bunnies usually come wrapped in gold, don’t they?” She winked, a part of her wishing she was alone with Aífe if the redhead was going to be spending the time lying on her back. “Maybe I’ll let you unwrap me later and have a taste.”

“Now, now, there’s plenty of time for foreplay later.” Shar interrupted, though she didn’t necessarily want to get in the way of their flirting. “For now, we still have to introduce the rest of our lineup—such as Aoba as Miss Peacock!”

The sound of shoes on the stairs was much quieter this time, since the person walking had much less confidence in their gait. Aoba descended the stairs in a frilly, light blue, and far too short to be accurate maid outfit. She gave a nervous curtsy, struggling to make eye contact with any of the others present.

“Aww, you look so cute!” Aífe squeed, wishing she could get up and bear hug the diminutive oni.

“Umm… Thank you.” Those were the only words Aoba could **** out before she meekly ran over to her designated spot.

“Yes, quite adorable.” Shar was quick to move on. “A bit of a fun fact for the next suspect—did you know that, in the original version of the game, Mr. Green is actually Reverend Green? In honor of that, Cecilia is playing the role of Sister Green!”

The redhead stomped down the stairs before coming to a stop with her arms crossed. She was dressed in a scandalous version of a dark green-colored nun’s habit, with white stockings and an alarmingly high thigh slit cut into it.

“And do you want to tell me what the fuck kind of nun doesn’t wear panties?” Cecilia glared daggers at Shar. A quick glance at Cecilia’s hip, left bare due to the slit in her habit, confirmed that she truly was going without undergarments.

“The sexy kind, of course.” Shar answered in a tone that begged who would ask such a stupid question.

“She’s going commando and she didn’t even get the military character.” Erica snickered, to which Cecilia simply flipped her off before storming to her spot.

“Don’t even think of peeking up my habit, or you’ll really end up the victim.” Cecilia growled to Aífe as she skirted around the prone woman.

“I’ll let that slide, since this episode isn’t canon, but watch it with the threats toward your Mistress.” Shar warned before moving on. “Next we have a suspect whom I’ve added to fill the roster, originally meant to be the entertainment for a party being held at the castle, it’s Mallory as Miss Black! Sadly, not related to the Mistress of my season, Laura Black.”

While the three previous suspects could have their footsteps be heard as the walked down the stairs, Mallory’s were silent. The reason for that became apparent when her feet came into view, clad only in black, stirrup-style stockings. Aífe’s eyes steadily drew a path upward, taking in the large amount of silky smooth skin on display. Mallory was dressed in a black and gold harem dancer outfit, with a semi-translucent pelvic curtain and a skimpy silk top with a sheer window for her cleavage. The face veil made from the same fabric as the pelvic curtain couldn’t hide the blush in Mallory’s cheeks.

“I guess this isn’t technically the most revealing thing I’ve worn on this show.” Mallory tried to keep herself calm, shivering slightly from both the cold and the memory of the opening ceremony for the season.

“Well, you look fantastic.” Aífe reassured her as she took her spot.

“Next up, we have one of the easiest assignments I made, as far as characters go. It’s Elise as Professor Plum!” Shar introduced the next suspect.

Carrying herself with much more composure than the last few suspects, Elise walked down the stairs wearing a black pencil skirt and heels, pantyhose, a purple blouse that showed a fair amount of cleavage, and her signature witch’s hat. On her face was a pair of glasses that she didn’t actually need.

“This isn’t so bad, though I wish the top wasn’t cut quite so low.” Elise calmly made her way over to her spot.

“You look lovely, Elise.” Aífe offered her compliments.

“Yes, quite lovely indeed.” Shar echoed the sentiment. Though I still have to have a chat with Sera about her not using a veto to give you that Bountiful Mother transformation. “Equally lovely is our next suspect—another non-standard character, it’s Aria as Miss Silver!”

The first of the two shortstacks descended, accompanied by the clack of silver heels on the stairs. Her bountiful blue bosom bounced on her way down, her sparkling silver evening gown cut to provide a generous view of her cleavage, and a slit in the dress revealing one of her wonderfully soft thighs. Her lavender hair hung loose for once, reaching down to below her sizable rear.

“Gotta say, I’m pleasantly surprised.” Aria said as she finished making her way to her place in the circle that was forming around the victim’s (still-living) body. “It’s revealing as hell, but it’s an outfit that someone might actually wear to a fancy party.”

“Yes, well I do have a bit of a soft spot for blue-skinned women.” Shar smiled as she thought of one in particular that she was looking forward to getting back to. “Now, for our penultimate suspect, I had to change the name slightly since Sera isn’t particularly fond of the original. Here’s Diona as Miss Red!”

While the other’s at least tried to look somewhat dignified during their entrance, the second shortstack bounded down the stairs, her own sizable breasts threatening to bounce out of an outfit that would have been generous to refer to as “clothing.” The tanned sex fiend was dressed in lingerie—a crimson silk negligee with matching stockings, garter belt, and thong. She winked and blew a kiss at her Mistress.

“I don’t know what everyone’s complaining about!” Diona cheerfully bounced over to her spot. “These outfits fucking rock! Everyone looks so hot!”

“We get it. You’re horny. What else is fucking new?” Cecilia grumbled, not nearly as pleased with her own outfit.

“It would behoove you to remember where you are. If anything, you’re not horny enough.” Shar chastised Cecilia before moving on to the last player to be introduced. “And finally, we have Natalie as Miss White!”

They all turned to look at Natalie… who was already halfway down the stairs, attempting to sneak over to her place in the circle without having to deal with everyone staring at her during her entrance. Not that anyone could be blamed for staring at the expanse of creamy-white skin on display from the model. She was dressed in nothing but a skimpy, cow-print bikini, complete with a cow ear headband and cowbell collar. She tried in vain to cover herself as she felt their gazes fixed on her, causing a small heat to spark in her core. The only show of discomfort on her face was the blush that crept into her cheeks.

“C-could y’all not stare so much, right now?” Natalie meekly requested. They averted their eyes as Natalie walked over to complete the circle.

“If it’s any consolation—” Aífe spoke with her eyes closed. “This isn’t exactly the first time I’ve seen you in a bikini.” They both thought back to one of the photo sets that the model had released on line—another one that Luiz was to thank/blame for.

“Yes, I will admit that this outfit was a bit of my own preferences leaking through, so to speak.” Shar confessed. “But you do look lovely in it. Who knows, perhaps a change to one of your paths is in order.” The emphasis in her words was a clear hint to Sera (whenever she watches the footage from this episode) that some of her viewers would greatly prefer such a change.

“So are we just going to sit around a table in sexy outfits, or what?” Erica questioned. “You probably could’ve just asked us to wear these for today and about half of us would’ve said yes. Seems like a lot of trouble to go through.”

“Oh, I have much more than that planned.” Shar smiled. “Now that our lineup of suspects has been assembled, it’s time for us to get this investigation rolling.” She directed their attention to a TV displaying a map of the castle or, at least, the 8 locations available for them to search: dining hall, baths, garden, kitchen, ballroom, library, dungeon, and garage. “To reach any of the locations that we aren’t currently standing in, simply step on the Moongate at the entrance of an area and think about where you want to go—you’ll find that it works similarly to the doors in the Lily Garden, so I doubt you’ll have any trouble. You’ll all be given half an hour to search for evidence cards, at which point, you’ll come back here and give either a conjecture or an accusation.”

“We have to search for them?” Cecilia groaned. “In the actual game, you’re given your cards from the start.”

“If you didn’t need to explore, then what would be the purpose of going to all this trouble?” Shar scoffed. “As I was saying, you’ll take turns at random giving a conjecture or an accusation. If someone has a card mentioned in your conjecture, they reveal it. Likewise if you make an accusation. Once everyone has taken their turn, you’ll be given additional time to explore, and so on. Oh, and no sharing what cards you have with the others. You can only reveal one when it comes up in conjecture.”

“Those aren’t anything like the rules of Clue, aside from a passing likeness.” Aria interjected. “If anything, it’s partway between Clue and Among Us. Also, if we get to explore and gather the cards, and a card is revealed every time someone makes a guess, won’t that just end with someone getting lucky on the die roll?”

“Not quite.” Shar explained. “I’ve included certain measures to prevent that, you see. The first being that each player can only give 2 conjectures before they have to make an accusation. The second is that not every card will be easy to locate. I find it very unlikely that you’ll be making any accusations with perfect game knowledge.”

“So the game ends on the third round?” Aífe craned her head upwards to look at Shar.

“Or earlier. Nothing is stopping the players from making an early accusation. Well, aside from the risk of getting it wrong and being removed from the rest of the game.” Shar shrugged. “The game will end when the killer is determined, the killer is the last player remaining, or everyone is eliminated.”

“But if the last person standing isn’t the killer, why wouldn’t she just win? And how will we know if the last person is the killer or not?” Aria interrupted again.

“Simple.” Shar responded. “Whoever is chosen as the killer will know from the start that it was her, as well as where and how the crime took place. The killer wins if she’s the last one standing, or everyone is eliminated. As for what the winner gets, I can’t award any VP, since this episode isn’t canon, but I’ll make sure to send a gift whenever Sera opens up fan mail submissions.” The thought of a gift from the intimidating woman that they’d only known for about an hour at this point generated mixed reactions from the players. “Without further ado, here are the weapons that the killer might have used, so let the investigation begin!” A list popped up on the TV, detailing the items that might’ve been used to fuck Aífe silly: a dildo, rope, a milking machine, a Sybian, the killer’s fingers, a vibrator, anal beads, and the killer’s tongue. With reactions mixed between concern, disgust, and excitement, the group of suspects turned investigators dispersed to start looking for clues.

“Definitely more Among Us than Clue.” Aria grumbled under her breath, the last one to teleport away using the Moongate.

With that, Aífe and Shar remained in the foyer, watching the investigation unfold. Luckily for Aífe, Shar had quickly procured a chair for her to sit in off to the side, replacing the “body” on the floor with a chalk outline. The investigation was… for lack of a better term, a total shitshow. Erica and Cecilia had the misfortune of accidentally choosing the same spot to search, spending nearly all of their time arguing with each other instead of searching the dining hall like they were supposed to. Aoba very quickly got lost in the hedge maze that dominated the garden. Mallory made some progress, finding a single card, but was too distracted by the assortment of toys in the dungeon, especially the latex vacbed that stood against one of the walls. Elise had similar difficulties, only finding one card as well as she marveled at the collection in the library. Diona actually managed to find two cards in the ballroom, figuring that she’d save the more fun locations, and Aria and Natalie found three cards between themselves, having both chosen the garage by sheer coincidence. Aria let Natalie take the extra.

By the time they regrouped in the foyer, a few of them were already quite tired, and very much tempted to just let the killer get away. Shar was ready to begin the first round of conjecture, requesting that Aífe simply sat to the side and watched.

“We only found a third of them?!” Aria was aghast at how poorly they were doing. “What were the rest of you doing the whole time? Even if we all ended up searching rooms in pairs, we should’ve theoretically ended up with about half of them.”

“Now, now.” Shar calmed her down. “As I said, some of them are quite difficult to find. Besides, we have more important matters to get to, such as our first round of conjecture. I’ll use this die to decide the order that the players go in.” Shar rolled the die, and one by one, each of them gave a conjecture. To their dismay, only two of them even resulted in new information being revealed—namely that Aoba and Natalie were both innocent.” Finally, it was Cecilia’s turn, and she had decided to make a bold and hasty move.

“Y’know what? Screw the conjecture! I’m making an accusation!” Cecilia cockily stormed up to Shar, crossing her arms as she craned her neck to glare up at her. “I think this whole investigation thing is a load of bullshit! You probably made up all of those combinations so none of us would be able to figure it out. I say that it was Shar, with magic, right here!” She dramatically pointed downward on the last words. The group was silent for a couple moments.

“No.” Shar bluntly rejected Cecilia’s accusation. “The rules are just as I explained them. Now, according to those rules, you’ve been eliminated from the investigation. Looks like we have a second victim on our hands now.” Shar gave a predatory grin, and Cecilia vanished in a flash of light. As Aífe and the others all either gasped or cried out in surprise, Shar motioned to the TV, drawing their attention to a scene playing out.

The screen showed Cecilia appearing in the baths, devoid of any clothing. She looked around in panic before shouting her objections as her body walked to the side of the large pool of steaming water. Once she was at the edge, her body was made to crouch in a way that showed her pussy to all watching. As her shouts grew louder and louder, her hand was **** to her lower lips and made to play with herself. The others watched in silence as her shouts turned into moans, until suddenly, everyone’s eyes widened as the skin around her feet began turning white and hardening. The petrification worked its way up her legs and across her torso, clearly avoiding her pussy that was now dripping with her juices. Her moans grew more frantic as the pleasure built, focused even more intensely due to being one of the only parts of her that still had sensation. Eventually, all that remained were her face, hands, and genitals as she reached the edge of her climax. With one final, **** thrust of her fingers, the white marble spread across the last traces of her flesh as she was locked in a state of perpetual orgasm. Her transformation complete, a trickle of hot water fell from her lower lips—she had been made into a fountain for the baths, appearing as if she were offering her juices to add to the waters below. All that the rest of the cast could do was stare on in horror.

“What the hell did you do to her?” Aífe’s voice was shaky as she looked at Shar.

“What? It’s not like I eliminated her from the show entirely.” Shar shrugged. “I don’t have the authority to do that on another Host’s season, after all.” Seeing that they weren’t comforted by this, she added, “I promise you that she’ll be turned back to normal as soon as the game ends. Hell, you could choose to forgo the next round of investigation and make your accusations immediately to end it more quickly.” The rest of them shivered (save Diona, who was licking her lips), already deciding that Cecilia in particular probably wasn’t worth the risk. “The state she’s in right now is basically like taking a nap while having continuous orgasms—Cecilia is going to feel incredibly refreshed when all is said and done.” With that hollow comfort, they headed to the Moongate to begin the next round.

The second round of investigation fared little better—the group avoiding the baths entirely out of discomfort at the thought of seeing Cecilia’s new form. With a few more cards gathered (Diona having somehow found 4 more in the dungeon—she was very thorough when examining all of the sex toys), they gathered and Shar once again rolled the die. Diona grinned when she saw that she was lucky enough to go first, immediately making the rest of them even more worried.

“I’m fine with not winning this one if I get to go out like she did!” Diona rubbed her hands in excitement as she thought of what fate might await her. “I accuse myself of doing it in the garage with the Sybian!” Reluctantly, Elise held up the card showing Diona’s face, Natalie revealed the garage card, and Diona blew another kiss as it was her turn to be teleported away. Whether out of a twisted sense of obligation or morbid curiosity, the others looked at the TV now showing a nude Diona.

Perhaps taking cues from the false accusation she gave, Diona appeared in the garage, excitedly walking toward a saddle-shaped object on the ground with a small protrusion sticking up out of the seat. She licked her lips as she got down and straddled the device, making sure to press the protrusion firmly into herself. She gasped and grinned as cuffs closed around her ankles, locking her in place. A moment later, the Sybian whirred to life, taking barely a moment to ramp up to its full power. It looked as if Diona’s entire body was vibrating right along with it.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuccccccccckkkkkkk yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeessssssssssssss!!!!!!” Diona cried out in ecstasy, the vibrations from the Sybian warping the sound of her words like someone talking into a whirling fan. Before long, she couldn’t even muster the energy to form words, her eyes glassy, her tongue lolling out of her mouth, and a pool forming on the floor around the (thankfully waterproof) Sybian. The remaining players turned away from the TV, some part of them feeling resignedly thankful that at least one of their endings was consensual.

“Wait—where did her cards go?!” Erica panicked. The only consolation for that incredibly stupid decision that Diona made was that they might’ve been able to make use of her cards, given that she had almost a fifth of them on her own.

“They’re gone, of course.” Shar dashed any hopes that they’d had of managing to figure out the killer without blind luck. “The investigator who had that knowledge was eliminated, so the knowledge was eliminated with her. **** to accept their imminent defeat, they all gave their second set of conjectures, again only narrowing down by one suspect—Erica.

“What? Were all of the tool cards in the stupid dungeon?” Aria complained. “I swear to God, if Diona decided to be an extra impostor to screw with us…” Shoulder’s slumped, they made their way to begin the final investigation. The half hour passed in what felt like an instant, though some of them had luckily managed to pick up a couple more cards, including finally grabbing some locations.

“This is quite a pickle.” Shar looked over the remaining players, seeing that there were still several cards left unaccounted for. “Perhaps one of you will get lucky, but it’s likely that I’m looking at six new victims. Well, no point in waiting, I suppose.” She rolled the die, and it landed with Erica’s name face up.

“Crap.” Erica groaned. “I was hoping there’d at least be a few more combos removed before I had to make an accusation.” Looking over the cards in her hand and the cards revealed onscreen, she hastily made a guess. “I accuse Elise, with the dildo, in the garden!” She loudly stated her hypothesis, and a moment passed with bated breath before Aoba held up a card while wearing a pained expression—Elise was not the killer. It was Erica’s turn to be swept away in a flash of light, now appearing onscreen in the winding corridors of the hedge maze.

Erica looked around before her body began moving with a purpose that eluded her mind. She quickly navigated the maze as if she’d lived their her whole life, coming to a clearing with a patch of grass. At the center of the clearing was a large, orange dildo. Moving in like a wild animal who’d just spotted the first food they’d seen in days, she rushed over and hastily stood above it, planting her feet on either side. She grimaced as her body made itself move the crotch of the gold leotard aside, using her fingers to tear a hole in the white fabric beneath it. She squatted, her newly bared pussy hovering over it, rapidly moistening as if she were salivating over it. She squinted, steeling herself for what was about to happen, and she lowered her hips, spearing herself on the large phallus. She sat there for a moment, struggling to hold in a moan, until her eyes shot wide open as she was made to bounce up and down, steadily gaining speed. She gritted her teeth and bore it as long as she could, but it didn’t take long for her composure to crack. Soon, she was on all fours, giving her more stability and a better angle as she gave in to riding the dildo like a beast in heat. She quickly cried out in orgasm, but her hips refused to stop.

“Fitting that our bunny would enjoy her carrot.” Shar said, drawing everyone’s attention back from the TV. Natalie opened her mouth to speak, but Shar held up a hand to interrupt her. “And, yes, I know that carrots aren’t actually meant to be part of a rabbit’s diet. But more importantly, we still have several accusations to hear. So, will our next player be receiving the carrot or the stick?” She rolled the die again, landing on Elise this time.

“…” Elise hesitated, gulping. “I accuse… Mallory with… her tongue, in the library.” She could barely **** the words out. She silently swore when Aria revealed the library card and Mallory revealed her own suspect card. She vanished to the library.

On the TV, Elise was **** to wander the library, coming to a desk with an open book resting on it. When she touched the page, she was engulfed in a second flash of light, as she was sucked into its pages. The page shown on screen was illustrated like a manga, showing a confused Elise sitting on the edge of a bed. The page flipped, revealing a faceless woman (who at least bore some passing resemblance to Aífe) entering. She quickly crossed over to Elise, pushing her down. On the next page, the woman tore open Elise’s blouse before leaning over to give Elise a passionate kiss. Her kisses trailed down Elise’s neck, cleavage, and stomach as the page flipped. Now, the woman pushed herself under and up, forcing Elise’s legs up and open. She slid Elise’s skirt up and the page flipped again. The woman was now leaving a trail of kisses moving up Elise’s legs and thighs as her hands reached to pull down Elise’s pantyhose and underwear, revealing that Elise had failed to mention that the outfit Shar gave her included a black lace thong. Looking down at the glistening slit she’d just uncovered, the faceless woman smiled and the page turned. The woman kissed around Elise’s pussy as her arms moved to circle around either thigh, holding Elise’s legs in place. The next panel cut to Elise’s reaction as she meekly blushed, eagerly awaiting what would happen next. The woman gave Elise’s slit a tentative lick, and another reaction panel showed Elise gasping in pleasure. The next couple of pages showed more of the cunnilingus, Elise reaching down to rest on top of her lover’s head as she feasted upon her. The last page was a full-spread, showing Elise’s eyes rolling back in orgasm as she squirted into her faceless lover’s mouth.

“Quite a page-turner.” Shar chuckled as the book onscreen closed itself, leaving Elise to continue experiencing that scene. Without any further ceremony, she rolled the die again. “Mallory.”

“Okay.” Mallory breathed heavily, though she wasn’t sure if it was in apprehension or anticipation. “I think it was Aria, in the dungeon, with the vibrator.” She looked expectantly at the other remaining players, but they both shook their heads—neither had any of those cards. She turned to Shar with a hopeful expression on her face, only for that hope to be dashed when the Host also shook her head. Mallory vanished in a flash of light.

The first thing Mallory noticed was that she was gagged and blindfolded, and the second was the sensation of cool latex all over her body from the neck down—a feeling she was quite familiar with. There was something different about it this time, however. She could tell it wasn’t a suit by the way it fit—while her movement was very limited, she could feel from what little movement she could make that the latex wasn’t moving with her limbs. The vacbed! she realized a moment later. She felt the muscles in her face tighten into what would’ve been a wide grin if there wasn’t a ball gag currently in the way. Her heart beat faster and she could already feel the heat of arousal building within her. She almost cried out in joy when she felt the latex tighten around her, the vacuum sealing her in and leaving her completely at the mercy of whatever unknown agent was going to be administering her punishment. What might have been only a few moments felt like an eternity as she waited with bated breath for what would happen next. Her silent pleas were met by the feeling of a round object pressing against her latex-covered pussy. She guessed from the size and shape that they were going with a wand-style vibrator, only to be pleasantly surprised when two smaller objects were placed on her breasts—a pair of bullet vibes to stimulate her nipples. She’d already fully surrendered to the scene by the time they whirred to life, moaning loudly as she drooled into her gag. She eagerly pressed herself into the vibrators as much as she could, happily riding the sensations into wave after wave of climaxes.

“She seems quite satisfied.” Shar smiled while they watched Mallory getting racked with pleasure from the vibrators attached to the vacbed via movable metal arms. “Only 3 investigators left. I hope you’ve narrowed down your options enough.” The next roll landed on Aoba.

“Eep!” Aoba let out a mall squeak in fright. She quickly looked around in panic, before hastily blurting out her accusation. “Natalie, in the dining hall, with the rope!” The other two players immediately groaned.

“Aoba…” Aria gave a look of pity to her roommate for the week.

“Our names were cleared in round 1.” Natalie pointed at her suspect card on the screen next to Aoba’s.

“I panicked! Come on, let me give a different accusation!” Aoba pleaded with Shar.

“I’m afraid that rules are rules.” Shar shook her head. “Not that it would have mattered, in this case.” She motioned to Aria and Natalie, who held up the dining hall and rope cards, respectively. Before Aoba could lament any further, she disappeared. When she reappeared on the TV showing the dining hall, she wasn’t alone.

“Hello, Miss Aoba.” Ember flatly greeted the now naked oni. “I have been tasked with helping in the dining hall of the castle today. I apologize that I am not as skilled as Fuyumi in what I am about to do.”

She gently, yet assertively, secured a silk cloth gag to Aoba’s mouth before pulling out a length of red silk rope. She began meticulously tying Aoba into shibari-style bondage. Once secured, Ember reached behind Aoba, attaching a hook to the back of her bondage which proceeded to lift her about a foot off of the floor. Now suspended, Aoba could immediately feel the rope constantly rubbing against her slit—she could tell that this would start to escalate quickly if the sensation continued. With Aoba dangling, Ember was able to use another length of rope to thoroughly hogtie Aoba’s limbs, leaving her completely trussed.

It was at this point that Ember reached for a small metal case on the table, pulling out a set of clamps and a set of rings. The odd thing that Aoba noticed about them was that each had a small glass bauble attached to them by a short chain. Ember did not waste any time, brushing her fingers against Aoba’s nipples until they hardened, then attaching the clamps to the now erect nubs, eliciting a muffled moan. As for the rings, Ember quickly affixed them to Aoba’s horns, bombarding her with a pleasure that she was wholly unfamiliar with, since she’d yet to do much experimenting with them. Ember then pulled out one final ring, though this one was designed slightly differently. It had rounded edges, and several raised ridges on the side opposite the chain. Ember pried it open before pulling at the rope on Aoba’s crotch and securing it to the rope that rested directly over her clit.

“Do not worry, Miss Aoba. This rope was made from Fuyumi’s silk, so it can easily hold 20 of you.” With that last addition to the ensemble, Ember walked over to a hoist, pulling on it to lift Aoba up higher and higher until she dangled over the table. Suddenly, Aoba discovered the purpose of the glass baubles when they lit up. Aoba had been made into a light fixture—the only chandelier in the castle that moaned. Unlike the other victims, she was not immediately assaulted with overwhelming pleasure, but rather her torment was one that tested her self-control. As long as she remained still, the sensation from her bondage was manageable. If she moved, however, she would start swaying, the rope would rub against her crotch, with the ribbed ring providing extra stimulation to her clit, and the baubles attached to her nipples and horns would sway with her, their weight pulling on those erogenous zones. She silently thanked her luck that she was eliminated so late in the game—she would’ve gone crazy if she’d been made to dangle there the entire time.

“I have been meaning to redecorate.” Shar joked as they all turned away from the video of Aoba dangling. “And then there were two. I feel the die is a bit unnecessary at this point, though.” Shar replaced it with a coin, the heads side featuring Natalie’s cow-print clad tits, and tails showing off the way that Aria’s dress hugged her ass. The coin was flipped high into the air. “Natalie.” The model grimaced as she stared at her cleavage minted in silver.

“Fine. I guess Aria, in the kitchen, with the milking machine.” Natalie sighed in defeat, not even needing to look to confirm that Aria revealed the kitchen card. She let the light take her away, resigned to her fate.

On the TV, Natalie was shown removing her bikini top as she straddled a strange-looking chair. Leaning forward to rest her torso on it, she situated two clear cups over her large breasts, with hoses attached to the opposite ends. She took a deep breath to steel herself before pressing the button to start the machine. The cups immediately began to suck rhythmically at her teats, hoping to draw out whatever milk they could. Much to her surprise, Natalie soon felt a pressure building behind her nipples and, a few moments later, the machine’s efforts were rewarded with a small, but steady, stream of milk. Natalie gasped, not expecting it to feel this good. She put on her signature cold expression, hoping to fall back on her years of acting cool and composed, but she was soon assaulted by a different pleasure. The machine, failing to register a sufficient supply, activated another feature, locking her wrists and ankles into place and turning on a vibrator hidden in the seat. The sudden jolt, combined with the pleasure from her breasts, was too much for her, and she came. As she climaxed, the flow of milk drastically increased, thus the machine continued with this tactic. Natalie gritted her teeth as she rode wave after wave of climax, determined not to moan with her mouth open due to what those moans might sound like. I might be lettin’ you milk me like one, but I sure as hell am not mooin’ like a damn cow! The feed cut away, leaving Natalie to her struggle, and Aria to a very heavy decision.

“Last girl standing.” Shar looked down at Aria. “And you’re obviously not the killer. I’ll give you a moment to think.”

“Yeah. Thanks.” Aria responded sarcastically as she closed her eyes and focused her mind on finding a solution. Fucking Diona! She swore internally. I might’ve actually been able to solve this if she hadn’t taken all of those cards down with her. Not that most of the others were much help—a bunch of them got eliminated with unknown cards, too. She wracked her brain trying to find any sort of hint, some detail that she’d missed in the rules or the events of the game. Think, dammit! She’s supposedly one of the nice Hosts—there’s no way she’d design a game that couldn’t be won! Sure, she’d make it as difficult as possible so she can get a bunch of sexy scenes, but she wouldn’t make it impossible, right? She recalled all of the eliminations that she’d just watched. It seems like she’s basing them on the accusations we make. Given what’s left, I really don’t want to find out what anal beads in the ballroom entails. Her eyes suddenly shot wide open. Wait, that’s it!

“Flash of inspiration, I presume?” Shar asked, eager to find out what breakthrough Aria might’ve had.

“Yeah, I think so.” Aria smiled. All of the eliminations so far have had to do with what accusation we made—with one exception! “I accuse Cecilia, with her fingers, in the bath!!” Aria pointed dramatically, hearing Ace Attorney music playing in her head.

“Well, Aria, that’s… correct!” Shar cheered. “Congratulations! You’ve successfully caught the killer!”

With a flash of light, everyone appeared in the dining hall, back to normal (though still in the clothes they were given for the game). Most immediately collapsed to the floor, such as Erica, who cried out in pain.

“Fuck! My thighs are killing me!” Erica groaned, suffering the aftereffects of the worst leg day in history. Cecilia, meanwhile, was fuming.

“Dammit! If I’d known what getting knocked out of the game would do, I wouldn’t have tried that stupid diversion!”

“Diversion?” Aífe asked, confused.

“Yeah, she was playing us.” Aria confirmed. “Took me right up until the end to figure it out. She got herself eliminated on purpose to try and get us not to think about her being the killer. It probably ended up working even better than she’d anticipated, given that we were too uncomfortable to look through, or even think about the baths after what we saw.”

“Wow, I’m impressed!” Aífe smiled at the two of them. “Both at your strategy, Cecilia, and that you managed to piece it all together, Aria.” Aria gave a self-satisfied smile, while Cecilia huffed, hiding any happiness that Aífe’s compliment made her feel.

“Now, I know that the events I planned took a lot out of you.” Shar said, clinking a glass to grab their attention. “So the rest of my time here will be a party! Ember’s fixed plenty of food for all of you, so eat your fill, and use any of the castle’s amenities you wish! Unlike my actual castle, there are no hidden traps, so you don’t have to worry about that, either.”

It turns out that long chains of orgasms burns a lot of calories, so they quickly dug into the lavish feast that Ember had prepared for them—the stone-faced salamander standing in the corner, tail wagging as she watched them devour her food with gusto.

“Careful. I think Aoba might’ve dripped in that one.” Diona joked, pointing to a dish.

“Hey!’ Aoba pouted angrily. “That’s not funny!”

Once they’d recovered their energy, most of them wanted to just stay there and relax, though Aífe was at least able to get several of them to join her in the ballroom for a few dances. Erica did not join them, though she wished she could, opting instead to rest for a while longer before heading for a soak in the baths to soothe the soreness in her legs. Having danced enough for their fill, Aífe and Aoba left the ballroom to join Erica, leaving Mallory and Natalie to awkwardly try and ask each other for a dance. Elise occupied herself with the books in the library, joined by Cecilia, who couldn’t figure out anything better to do. Finally, Diona made full use of the various toys in the dungeon, her bottomless libido refusing to be satiated.

With their time in the world of the board game over, they lied on the floor of the lounge, sleeping deeply from the busy day they’d had. Shar gave one last fond look at the second group of lesbians she’d had the pleasure of being Host for, if only temporarily, before bidding Umbra adieu, leaving the maid to see everyone to their beds as she made her way back home to her own wonderful cast.