This World is too Cruel to Men – Chapter 341

According to old sayings, there are no truly scary people among those who say, “Let’s just wait and see,” but surprisingly, it seemed like Yoonseo didn’t fall into that category.

“Nice! It’s Mafia again!”

If that’s not the case, then it simply doesn’t make sense.

“No…”

“Does this even make sense?”

“Three times in a row is a bit… suspicious, don’t you think?”

Honestly, when Yoonseo first took the throne, I did shudder a bit due to the timing, but at the same time, I thought, “Well, I guess that’s how it is.”

I mean, the probability isn’t extraordinarily low; it’s one in five, so it could definitely happen.

I was certain I thought that at the time… but with it happening not just once or twice, but three times in a row, I couldn’t just stay quiet anymore.

“Hey, be honest.”

“What about?”

“You bought some secret super leader stuff, didn’t you?”

“What’s that?”

“It doesn’t make sense unless you did…”

“Of course it makes sense~!”

“Come on, even you think three times in a row is too much, right? What are you, a dictator?”

“Isn’t it just because I’m lucky?”

How did Yoonseo—a girl who ended up claiming the throne three times in a row—end up so full of herself compared to the first game?

With a smug shrug, Yoonseo looked at me, her confidence soaring.

“Ah, enough! If you’re the king, quickly give out your orders!”

Seeing that, I felt irritated and had to respond back.

“Wait, is this how you treat a king?”

“What are you talking about? You did the same in the first game!”

“Hah… I’ll make sure to get it right this time, no matter what.”

“Uh-huh~ If you don’t respond, that’s fine too.”

“Uh-huh~ But it’s still a one in four chance, right? With a one in four chance, it’s definitely doable.”

“But you’ve already failed twice.”

“Since I’ve failed twice, it’s about time I got it right!”

“Sorry, but do you not know the term ‘independent trials’?”

“…What’s that?”

“Uh, not telling.”

Was I really that frustrated from losing the banter?

For a brief moment, my fists were tightly clenched and trembling, but Yoonseo quickly returned to her original expression, brushing her fallen bangs aside in a casual manner.

Then the command she issued was…

“Citizens will be my chair until the next king is chosen and issues commands.”

That was it.

A human chair? Seriously?

“No way, what… such a weird command…”

“Hey, it’s my call! What am I supposed to do if I can’t think of anything?”

“Is it true that when a person is drunk, their true feelings slip out? Is that your taste? Like putting others down?”

“Suddenly your tongue seems to be very loose? Are you a citizen?”

What if I really were a citizen? How would I handle such an embarrassing situation with such a ridiculous command?

Seriously, alcohol was the problem here.

Isn’t it because of the alcohol that no one is thinking straight?

“Hey, stop pretending you didn’t hear. Are you a citizen or not?”

“…”

“…Are you really a citizen?”

“…Hah, how did you know?”

What was there to say?

In this round, my assigned role was none other than a citizen.

But Yoonseo guessed it right.

Honestly, I thought I wouldn’t get caught this time either, but… to end up as a human chair!

Is this what they mean when they say you shouldn’t accumulate bad karma?

During my lamentation, what made me smile just a bit was Yoonseo’s reaction.

“R-really…?”

For Yoonseo, who had been urging me from the side, it seemed she had shot off her mouth in a moment of impulse, but she probably never imagined it would land so perfectly.

Seeing her flustered like that, it must be true.

“Are we doing this? Or are you coming over?”

“Uh, um…”

Maybe she was really flustered.

With her face turning bright red, she hesitated and stumbled over her words, considering her state was quite a notable level under the influence.

I cautiously stood up and moved toward Yoonseo because of that.

‘Phew… so dizzy…’

The command had been issued, and I didn’t want to drink for punishments, so what was I to do?

Even if I felt a bit embarrassed, I had no choice but to comply.

“Alright, here’s your chair.”

“No, but…”

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How on earth did we end up like this?

Was it the alcohol that invaded my mind?

I felt like my brain wasn’t functioning properly.

So it wasn’t easy to continue my thoughts.

But… one thing I could be certain of in this situation was that Dogun was definitely not in his right mind.

Had he really drunk so much punishment that he was completely wasted?

“What are you doing? Aren’t you sitting down?”

I don’t know why this was happening, but suddenly, right beside me, Dogun had moved over and was urging me while playfully slapping his surprisingly firm thigh, a side to him I never saw before.

So… could I call it seduction?

His face, flushed from drinking, didn’t look any different than usual, but his eyes, which were slightly droopy from the alcohol, offered a dynamic charm as he gulped down water with audible gulps, and there was a prominent vein in his hand gripping the cup. It all added up.

But what? Where am I supposed to sit?

On his knees? With everyone watching?!

I’d probably die of embarrassment if I was ever forced into that situation, even when alone!

Just imagining it now was making my heart and face explode with embarrassment.

So I couldn’t bring myself to do what Dogun suggested and was stuck in a semi-pose, unable to decide what to do.

“I did as you commanded, but if you refuse, that becomes your responsibility, you know?”

Was his back hurting or something?

Maybe it was because Dogun had settled comfortably against the sofa when those words came out of his mouth.

‘Ugh… seriously…!’

He doesn’t get it, does he?

If I had known he was a citizen, I would have given a different command!

Why did it have to be this command when he ended up being that?

“Come on, hurry up! Or drink another!”

Does he think I don’t want to sit?

I just don’t want to be embarrassed!

With everyone staring over here, sitting on his lap feels like we’re playing cutesy couple in front of everyone.

And unlike before, I really didn’t want to drink whatever that bitter stuff was.

Alright, I’m just avoiding this punishment!

Muttering that to myself, I slowly stood up and moved toward Dogun.

Then, after a moment of hesitation, I carefully perched my butt on his thigh…

‘Ugh…’

In that instant, I realized something.

Reality is always worse than imagination.

I probably expected it to be embarrassing given everyone was looking, but experiencing it was like coming back from the beach in summer without sunscreen—my face was burning up.

“Ugh… so heavy…”

Maybe it was because Dogun was completely unfazed by the madness happening to me, but his nonchalant demeanor just made me more irritated.

“Just sit like a proper chair and be quiet…”

“Sure thing~”

“Seriously… just uncomfortable and talking a lot.”

“Uncomfortable? If it’s uncomfortable, adjust your position.”

“I was trying to do that!”

If this went on, my thighs, or wherever, would start cramping.

It was embarrassing, but I was cautiously moving around, trying to find a slightly more comfortable position.

Somewhere between my thighs and my butt, I felt something strange.

At first?

I thought it was a mobile phone.

I initially believed it was just a phone, but in that moment, I saw it.

The familiar shape of the object in Dogun’s hand.

If that’s a phone, then what was I currently feeling?

Now that I think about it, for a phone it did seem a bit unusual.

It should be square-shaped, but what I was feeling was more like a sausage or rice roll—long and cylindrical.

And the texture? It felt a bit hard yet soft at the same time…

So, to sum it up, it resembled a sausage shape while being both hard and soft, but what could that possibly be?

‘…Huh?’

Wait a minute… could this be…?