King Dice の小説・ストーリー

Swiftly, the staff member placed the chips in front of Marion. "Sir, have you played Big or Small before?" "No, I haven't." "It's quite simple. You just bet on either Big or Small and place your chips accordingly." Debra chimed in, "So how do you determine what's Big and what's Small?" "You see these three dice? If the total points rolled are 11 or above, it's Big. If it's ten or below, it's Small."

CHAPTER ONE Tom starred blankly at his fingers,taking note of the dirt he had so far gather underneath his fingers, I need to take care of these he thought to himself. "At least they are better than the flying ones we see around this..." a drunk fellow said almost screaming. Although, no one was paying attention to him he kept on screaming uncompleted statements. "What if I had a million dollars..." he continued with a glass up his lips. Tom clicked the table and signaled the barman to top his drink, he placed his hands in his pocket and brought out his tickets to the casino, along with it came a stick of cigar and his lighter he craved for a puff. He paid the barman.

Everyone else sitting there was making noise asking how to play this game. Jordan took out a box with dice. “It’s like this, we will roll the dice. There are six dice, and we’ll take turns rolling them. The one with the biggest number will be the big king and the one with the smallest number will be the small king. I’ll change the rules a little. We can take turns being the dealer and, in every round, the dealer can ask the big and small king to do something. If either of them refuses, they will have to drink ten shots. What do you think?” When everyone heard that they were going to play a game, the atmosphere in the room immediately became lively. Everyone said they were not opposed to it.

He tapped his fingers on the edge of the table, “Very well. We need dice.” Jake tossed the dice on the table, holding his red pair back. “There you go.” Griffin went first, he shook the tiny white dice in his hand a few times as Jake, Richard and Finneas placed their chips on the pass line. All eyes on Griffin, he needed to roll nine. If he rolled seven, he lost, and it was Richard’s turn. Sure enough the dice landed on seven and Griffin was out of the game, which didn’t upset him at all. He preferred to drink and watch. He passed the pair to Richard.

"Go ahead, we'll be okay. Go... have fun." He glanced back inquisitively at the rest of the group, and they all agreed for him to join. "I guess I'm in!" he said with a grin. The group cheered as he went to sit on the couch between two other wives. The idea behind the game was simple, Kelly soon learned. One dice had actions like lick, suck, bite, kiss, fondle. The other had body parts; nipples, pussy, cock, lips, and ears. There was also a wild card slot on each one.

If she lost, she could pay herself, but they had already started. Jack leaned in closer and explained the rules of Blackjack. Jessie listened intently. When he finished, she asked softly, "If I win, the other person has to drink, right?" "Right. There's a twist to it. After that, they roll the dice. A high roll means they keep playing, and a low roll means they're out." While Jack was explaining, his gaze lingered on Jessie's face. The way she was taking it all in so seriously made him smile.

A sly look flashed in Logan's eyes. "Mr. Fleming, we can play, but let's switch games." Dominic regarded him calmly. "What do you want to play?" Logan smiled. "Dice. I'll be the banker." He held only 20,000 dollars in chips. Betting big or small with dice was the fastest, and riskiest, way to turn a modest stake into something substantial. Dominic nodded. "No problem." Jewel caught his arm, worry flickering across her face.

He snapped open the deck like he’d done it a thousand times. “Blackjack?” “Blackjack? That’s an old‑people game,” Goselle said with a wicked grin. “We’re playing King’s Game.” Dwyn played dumb. “King’s Game?” He wasn’t totally clueless, but the curiosity in his voice sounded sincere. Goselle pulled out the King card, mischief flashing in her eyes. Even her pupils glimmered faintly red—wolf blood leaking when she got excited. She explained with a smile. “It’s basically truth or dare. Whoever draws the King can command other people.”

“We have time for one more directive roll before we escalate categories. Roll.” He was giving her the die again. Letting her choose her own continued torment. It was the cruelest kindness. Her fingers closed around it. She rolled. The die clattered, spun, and settled. Six. The Wild Card.

“Hmm. I'll save this for future reference should it become relevant. He chuckled, but thought about sex and being in a room with her. practically taken over by a bed, and it made his dick grow inside his Armani briefs. Right now, his plan was slow seduction, so he tried to ignore her arousal, opened the game board at the foot of the bed and sat beside it. — The squares form a maze and the objective is to reach the exit, entering the heart. Whoever arrives first wins the prize. She leaned forward and looked at the painting. Then he took the only dice from the box. “So, you play this to walk. He looked at the instructions. — You play and stop at a house. Each has a suit from the deck. You draw