Into the Giant's Ear
In a world of nothing but green, a lone forty-meter giantess—snow-white skin, platinum hair—could be picked out with ease even from fifty kilometers off. I watched giant Franc from a distance and tried to work out what I was going to do.
"I can't avoid hurting her. One wrong move and I could die. Dying itself doesn't scare me, but when I think of the lovers and family I'd leave behind to grieve—especially Franc, the moment she learned she was the one who killed me—I absolutely cannot die."
"Yessir. Lady Franc's devotion to you ain't no joke!"
"The problem is how far I actually have to go in wounding her......"
"Don't you got Healing Wave, Boss? Lady Franc'd understand even if all four limbs were chopped clean off by the time she came to."
This little bastard. Saying something that terrifying like it was nothing.
Of course, she was giant Franc right now. In my heart, though, I'd already accepted the two of them as different and yet the same being. And he wanted me to take her arms and legs......
"......Your idea has a fatal flaw."
To sever giant Franc's arms or legs I'd have to use Sword Energy Bullets or Mana Riser, and Franc was nothing less than Transcendent-grade. Even the Sword Energy Bullets and Mana Laser Mk2 I'd fired at the Blade Flyer hadn't cut through that thing's body in a single stroke. And she sat a tier above even that?
There was another problem. Giant Franc poured out attacks laced with every kind of technique, to the point I had to wonder if she was really moving on instinct at all. Franc had possessed combat skill nearly on the level of a Weapon Master to begin with. If her flesh remembered even half of that, then Space Leaping made running away easy enough—but if I had to stand and fight, I was confident I'd be dead in three seconds.
"And if I wound her, she might fly into a rage and thrash even harder, smothering the effect of the TP. When I forced aberrants to evolve, they went mad and rampaged with sheer savagery too."
"That's... urgh."
Thinking about it, there was no evidence anywhere that the Rogue Imugi had only been Highest-Rank. If anything, watching it kill three A-Class ability users in a single instant with lightning, I ought to assume that thing was an Extreme-Rank Variant as well. And there was the matter of weight class on top of that. Could a forty-meter giant Franc even handle a Rogue Imugi more than three hundred meters long?
......
"Yeah. Better to go with feeding her TP. Whether I climb into her mouth and force it down, or smear it over her skin and mucous membranes."
When I'd applied TP before, the place Franc reacted to most sensitively was, of course, the fruit set on the stem of the petals. The flower's core, her G-spot, and the womb. After that, in order: the nipples, the armpits, the earlobes, the lips, and the bridge of the nose.
I could blast mana rounds to blow out her vision, then Space Leap onto giant Franc's crotch and cling there. Her body was enormous, so that place would be enormous too—if I went all the way inside......
Ahem. Just a thought.
Or, if I Space Leaped away a few times, she'd get angry and roar her head off, and I could slip into her mouth in the opening. I'd also considered Space Leaping straight into her body, but Space Leaping erased everything present at the destination, and a wounded giant Franc might go berserk. That one was out.
"Hmm......"
After turning a few plans over, I poked the little belly of Darky, who was sprawled in perfect contentment between my legs, and asked, "Darky. If giant Franc hits you with a blow charged with TP, how long can you hold out?"
"Physical impact can't hurt me. But a punch soaked in Lady Franc's TP? No idea what'd happen."
"You take damage too?"
Darky snatched the finger poking his belly, mouth working, and shook his head at that.
"Never taken a hit on that level. If I'm only eatin' attacks and not dishin' 'em back... don't think I'd last."
"If you did hold out, how long?"
"Three times... nah. Twice, tops."
Dark Matter Slime Darky struck me all over again as a cheat-tier existence. The gap in rank between aberrants was absolute; in a one-on-one, a low-rank could never beat a mid-low rank. Mutant variants and subspecies had to be counted as exceptions, of course, but the higher the rank, the wider a single step became, until the distance between a Highest-Rank and an Extreme-Rank aberrant dwarfed the gap between low-rank and mid-low beyond any comparison.
And if you stacked a difference in weight class on top of that... Darky, with a volume of only two or three liters, purely receiving the attacks of a forty-meter giant Franc and blocking even twice—that was extraordinary. He'd been captured by me without putting up much of a fight, our affinity being poor, but still.
If he dealt damage by returning what he received at the same moment he was hit, and worked his disintegration in as he went, even an Extreme-Rank aberrant couldn't afford to drop its guard.
"But wrap your whole body and I'm only as thick as a few sheets of thin paper stacked up. Might not even stop one of Lady Franc's hits."
"So you're saying even a single blow would be fatal for you too?"
"Yup."
"Then what if you only cover my chest? As long as it isn't instant death, I can recover with Healing Wave, so I only need the vitals protected."
Whether giant Franc would give me the time to recover was another matter.
"Then I figure I can take one!"
"Good."
Satisfied that he could block at least once, I asked Darky to protect me. He stuck fast to my stomach at once, rippled, and wrapped me only up to the ribs, like a half-plate. With that, I had a one-use guarantee on my life. I'd do my best not to get hit, but insurance was insurance.
I took a moment to check my condition, confirmed my TP had fully recovered, and got to my feet. The Rider Suit had its front torn open, my chest bare for all to see, and it stung a little that the suit Hwayeon had taken such care in making was already a wreck. Still, learning that even armor made from the byproducts of a Highest-Rank aberrant couldn't cleanly take a blow from a living Highest-Rank aberrant counted as a gain.
Well then. Time to go wake the terrifying princess of the sleeping woods.
KWAANG!!
"Gah! I'm gonna die!!"
A tree dozens of meters tall slammed into the earth, and shards of wood charged with TP burst out like buckshot. I detonated mana rounds of my own to cancel them, leapt to dodge the kick of giant Franc's foot as it came driving in after, and shouted.
Kraaaaaah—!!!
At the shout I'd charged with TP, giant Franc's large, lovely face twisted without mercy. A blue-green energy took visible form in her sky-blue eyes and blazed as she glared at me like she meant to tear me apart. As if the sight of me scampering around and dodging irritated her, she growled in a voice that was pretty and furious, and swung the enormous tree in her other hand with all her strength.
"Boss! To the side!!"
"I know!"
WHOOOM!!
The instant I kicked off a Space Wall and leapt, a dreadful sound tore past, and the presence of the tree trunk passing beneath my feet made my flesh tremble. I dodged the gale raised by the uprooted tree as it bent like it might snap, kicked off the Space Wall, and dove between giant Franc's legs—only for those huge, long legs to move fast, trying to sweep me away.
"Ack!!"
At the same time a fist stabbed in, predicting the direction I'd dodge. I threw out a hand, formed a Space Wall, caught it, and halted my body, and a pillar of a slender leg traced a path over my head that looked sharp enough to slice me if it so much as touched.
Kraaaah—!!!
Listening to giant Franc's roar, thick with the sound of someone dying of irritation, I kicked off the Space Wall and slipped out through the armpit of her left arm as the fist came thrusting in.
"Damn it. The defense between her legs is an iron wall."
Seeing her platinum hair streaming in the wind, I tried to leap straight into that lush mass—only for her body to half-turn, an elbow coming at me with perfect aim.
Not using Space Leaping made this so damn hard!
I formed a Space Wall in empty air, kicked off it, dropped, and landed, and a huge sole that had to be five meters across tried to stomp me flat. I dodged the raised left foot and clung tight to the calf of the right foot planted on the ground.
Was this how an ant felt, climbing a person's leg?
I scrambled up giant Franc's leg with every last ounce of strength I had, and a palm the size of a house came slamming down on every spot I passed.
Slap! Slap!! Slap!!!
Kraaaaaah—!!!!!
A sharp growl, thick with real irritation, chased me as I scrambled for the mound of her sex, thatched in golden grass—and her right hand flung the tree aside and covered it.
Damn!
I changed direction to climb the plump right buttock, and a faint apple scent from the petals slipped up into my nose.
Yeah... this really was Franc's body.
Kyaaak—!!
That was a truly angry voice. What now? Should I run? But letting this chance slip felt just as costly. Franc's defense was so thorough I could hardly get a hold on her body......
Then the clear dimples of her lower back, just above the tailbone, caught my eye.
There!
Venus dimples that would normally be deep and pretty enough for a fingertip to sink into had grown this large—room enough for my whole body, and then some. I marveled to myself. I was starting to understand how giant fetishists felt.
I stuck fast to a hollow as deep and wide as a navel, held my breath, and tried not to so much as twitch, while giant Franc turned this way and that, scanning every direction.
Krrrr?
For a while she studied the ground, plainly scarred with destruction, and the clear sky without a cloud in it, and her breathing grew rougher and rougher.
Kraaaaaah—!!!!!
Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud!!!
At last, as if she thought she'd lost me, she roared beside herself with frustration, stamping one leg into the ground again and again.
Roaring was fine. Just please don't use the shockwaves.
I drove Spatial Perception, thought acceleration, and Physical Reinforcement for dear life, clinging to giant Franc through a deadly game of tag and hide-and-seek. And today made it the sixth day of injecting TP into her body whenever a gap opened.
Spatial Perception
Thought Acceleration
Physical Reinforcement
I'd stumbled onto the fact that the more I used Space Leaping, the more it stoked giant Franc's anger, and while I dodged her attacks with nothing but Space Walls, I realized one thing more. An aberrant's Phase Power sense, literally, only judged whether Phase Power was there or not, and whether there was a lot or a little. It didn't check Phase Power down to the millimeter the way I did.
Krauuuuu—!!!
Which meant that if I clung to giant Franc's body like this, my Phase Power overlapped with hers, and she couldn't find me.
Agh?!
Hidden inside a Venus dimple, I pressed a hand to her skin and shoved a massive amount of TP in all at once. Giant Franc flinched, thighs drawing together, then raised that huge palm and brought it down toward where I was hiding.
"Gah!"
CRACK!!
The instant I burst out, a heavy sonic boom and the sound of flesh striking exploded together, and a red handprint bloomed on her waist. If I'd stayed put, I'd have been flattened like a mosquito in high summer.
Kau—!!!
"You're the one who hit yourself! Why are you mad at me!"
The moment I launched myself into the air she spotted me, ripped a tree out whole, and swung it. Seventy percent irritation, twenty percent rage, and ten percent annoyance mixed on her face, and it stabbed at my heart.
Even so, I couldn't just take the hit. Take something like that and I'd die.
Giant Franc's irritated punches came storming in, brimming with TP, but I knew Franc's body too well to let myself be hit by attacks this straight. Her rage had simplified them somewhat, besides.
"Hup! Ha!"
Kyang—!!!
When I slipped a chain of threatening straight punches, giant Franc looked ready to die of irritation, snatched the tree up, and hurled it.
Ah—so the sparring I'd taken beatings from Franc and Hwayeon to train for had actually paid off!
Whether the me buzzing around right in front of her eyes was truly that infuriating, giant Franc's movements grew faster and faster. On top of that her attack pattern shifted into the motions of someone swatting a mosquito—short, and fast, one after another—and even the fruits of that combat training were starting to fail me.
At the instinct that I couldn't dodge any longer, I kicked off a Space Wall and leapt into the space between giant Franc's enormous breasts. Even without a bra, a cleavage formed in that abundant volume, and the shape refused to collapse, and thanks to that I could hide in the valley of her breasts.
Kuk—?!
She flinched and lowered her head to look at me, and I shouted up into her face.
Kyau—!!!!
Ugh, seriously! If she came to her senses, I was going to torment her for three nights and four days without letting her sleep!
Sensing the movement of muscle as giant Franc started to raise her hand, I planted a foot on the huge breast, and the sensation of half my body sinking into the flesh was something else. The skin was so clean, so magnificent, that even to my eyes—and I was only a little bigger than half of one of giant Franc's fingernails—I couldn't see a single flaw. The pores were too small to see, and the skin was glossy, sleek, and soft besides, so that even in the middle of a game of tag where my life was on the line, it somehow felt like one of those dirty games adults play.
Breasts as big as small hills, soft and fluffy...... I—I think I might be turning into a giant fetishist.
Kyaa—!!
"Hah!"
The stray thoughts were getting deep, so I shook them off fast, kicked off her chest toward the furious giant Franc's face, and clung on beneath her jaw—only for a finger as thick as a great tree trunk to come down on me. So I leapt at once into the forest of platinum hair swaying at the nape of her neck.
Rip!
Kyaaaaak—!!!
The sound of flesh tearing came from behind me, and droplets of blood sprayed!
That's why, when you're swatting a mosquito, you're supposed to control your strength. Hit and stab with everything you've got, and of course you draw blood!
Giant Franc, having put a wound in her own jaw, squeezed her eyes shut at the sudden pain, and thanks to that I slipped out of her attention and hid inside her hair. When she opened her eyes she whipped her head around, searching for me. Killing intent began to shimmer in those eyes, so I went desperate too, killing my presence inside the lush platinum hair.
Krrrrrr— huff. Huff—.
I held even my breath and hid without a twitch, and giant Franc's rough breathing reached my ears. The wound that had torn long from beneath her jaw to beside her ear had already closed. Her regeneration was no joke either.
Unable to find a target to pour her rage into, she stood still, shoulders heaving. And in that moment, the great curve of her outer ear came into view.
......Rather than forcing my way into that hole while Franc was this heavily on guard, should I burrow into her ear canal and spray TP? It connected directly to the brain, so pouring TP in might be even more effective on the mental side. Honestly, it wasn't that I had no desire to go in down below...... but I shook off the selfish impulse, examined the size and width of the ear canal, and judged that while I couldn't walk in standing up, if I curled my body I could crawl in with some room to spare.
I drew a small breath. The instant I clung to her outer ear like lightning, giant Franc flinched, body twitching, and spread her palm to smack her own ear, where I was. And before the palm arrived, I managed to shove my body into the ear canal.
Kraaaaaaaaa—!!!!!!!
Wah—ah, ah, ah, ah!!
The most terrifying roar I'd heard yet. I could even feel a killing intent that made my flesh tremble. The ear canal shook madly up, down, left, and right, thudding, the entrance brightening and darkening as fierce impacts drove in—but it didn't hurt as much as I'd expected. Not that it didn't hurt. Only that it was bearable.
Anyway, it was shaking so wildly I felt like I'd be thrown out, so I braced my body with arms and legs inside the winding ear canal and slowly went deeper in that state.
Kyaaaaaaak—!!!!!
The deeper I crawled into the ear canal, the more serious the fury of her thrashing became. Every time she roared, the sound echoed inside the narrow hole and my ears rang, but it wasn't more than I could stand. If I went out now, I'd have to run for my life. Or Space Leap the hell away!
In that moment a finger started to push into the ear canal, then stopped. I swallowed hard and went into the hole a little faster.
Kraaaaaaaaaah—!!!!!
After crawling several meters, I saw a white, half-translucent membrane. The eardrum. I locked myself in place with both arms and legs inside the ear canal, which was bucking as wildly as a pounding disco floor.
Kyaaaaaaaak—!!!!!!!!!
When I spoke with Mana Voice right in front of the eardrum, giant Franc roared as if her throat would burst.
KUNG!
"Ugh?!"
The shockwave that had once sent me flying erupted from giant Franc's body again, but perhaps because I'd come deep into the ear canal, past the skull, the impact wasn't great. Even with Mana Aura raised, I could endure it well enough.
If I injected TP, would Franc really come to her senses? Or would sexual arousal only make her rampage worse? Worries crowded in, but I couldn't just leave her like this and watch, so I steeled myself. Drawing out a great mass of TP with both hands, I injected it into the moist, soft wall of the ear canal, and giant Franc clutched her head in both hands and screamed.
Kyaaaaaaa—!!!!
Watching that through Spatial Perception as I kept pouring TP in, she soon began beating her own head with both hands in agony.
Aaaaaaaah—!!!
What? Not sexual arousal—pain? Giant Franc soon dropped to her knees, bent her upper body, and let out screams like sobs.
Aaaak—!!!
Augh—aaaaak—!!
Tense at those raw screams, ready to burst out the moment she tried something self-destructive—like digging into her own ear—I injected TP without pause.