Hypnosis, I Haven't Fallen for It Yet?
Parriot was leaping toward me with arms spread wide, ready to deliver her finishing blow exactly as she had moments ago. I was on my knees beneath her, frozen in place, unable to shift so much as a single step.
“This is it! I’ll raise you as my lifelong pet alongside Dyna Hercules… you… ka…”
But why?
My legs refused to obey any command, and the body-press threat from Parriot’s dive crashed over me in waves. Fear, the instinct to dodge—it was nowhere to be found. Where only moments earlier I had been screaming, “I have to get out of this!”, now a strange, stubborn thought took root: *Maybe I don’t have to?*
‘Is the world just moving slowly?’
My mind felt strangely calm. The enemy seemed to be soaring in slow motion, just like that time I yanked a hammer toward the crocodile’s jaws in the underground waterway. Even in that life-or-death crisis, my heart had flowed like a still mountain stream—untroubled.
I couldn’t tell whether this was the boxer’s trick of the world slowing down before a punch, or the near-death story of time stretching like a blurry photograph. But one thing was certain: in this sluggish world, the parakeet diving at me with a finishing strike was wide open, full of gaps.
*What now?*
The world may have slowed, but my own body hadn’t sped up. My arms rose with the same sluggish grace. *And my legs… right now I can’t do anything but try to stand up…*
If I stayed on the ground, Parriot’s body-press would bury me. If I rose, the same body-press would crush me without mercy. The proud wrestler had already claimed her own weight and gravity as allies. A seasoned wrestler would snatch me like a hawk and slam me to the mat.
Then I would be completely exposed—down and out, helpless against Parriot’s revenge.
*How do I stop this…?* I glanced around desperately, turning my head over and over. No sharp idea came. Dyna was still out of commission, only her fingers twitching weakly. By the time she recovered, I would already be thoroughly pinned and broken by Parriot.
Yet Dyna kept staring at me, refusing to yield even now.
Then her twitching fingers flashed with something—
“If… you just… left it… a little… I would have shown mercy…”
“Ugh…?!”
The world snapped back to normal speed in an instant.
—
“I won! I pulled off the comeback! I beat that human and Dyna Hercules!”
Parriot Condor, the proud Drib from the air, was certain of her victory. She had executed her body-press on the human who called himself Ice Man, the knight of the Here-knight tribe—her long-time rival, according to the Drib’s one-sided claim.
*Dyna Hercules is still reeling from the shock, and the human still can’t put any strength in his legs.* She had no chance of escaping by rolling aside. As a proud aerial race, she could simply spread her wings, adjust her flight path, and land wherever she wanted. Whether she dropped from above or rose from below, it made no difference.
The human would be completely flattened beneath her body-press. The only thing left was for the proud knight to claim her prize—and the human who had humiliated her.
*Of course I knew the Here-knight tribe was a broken race… but I never imagined Dyna Hercules would be such a twisted pervert!*
Her casual nudity, the way she casually showed her glistening white fluid between her legs as if boasting—it was all so disgusting. Yet the rage toward Dyna Hercules only burned hotter.
*She called me a child and spanked my butt…!!*
That was the humiliation she had forced upon her rival. Parriot had once thought she could defeat Dyna and turn their rivalry into something delicious. Now she was the one left ashamed.
*But it ends today.*
From this moment, the master-slave relationship would be crystal clear. Especially for the Here-knight tribe, who bowed completely to their master the instant he was chosen. Parriot’s eyes glowed with fresh fire as she smiled down at the human pinned beneath her.
*That means if I make this human my slave, Dyna Hercules becomes my slave too!*
Her body was strong despite the twisted mind. She could train it however she liked. Their long rivalry would end today—tomorrow they would serve me as master and slave!
Thinking of the sweet future ahead, she continued her dive toward the human—
“!”
*She’s still trying to resist.*
The human’s legs, still on their knees, began to vibrate. He was trying to push against gravity with his last strength. *No way he can resist my weight like that… yet he’s prepared to take me with him.*
“Think you can stop me like that? Kneeling and bracing? Then…?”
“Idiot! I kneeled to gain momentum!”
“Wh-what?!”
Suddenly Ice Man’s body rocketed straight toward her at impossible speed!
*No way! I felt it earlier—he can’t move like that!*
The sensation traveling through his legs told her the human’s limbs were anything but normal. The fatigue and damage from the earlier six-to-seven-meter powerbomb still lingered. A Drib who trained wrestling and fell into the ring every day might endure such abuse, but a human? Impossible.
*Plus, his legs were still shaking earlier! This can’t be…*
Parriot’s eyes widened in shock.
From behind the human, who had turned his back to her and spun gracefully, she spotted something.
“Armor?!”
*Dyna’s armor can be detached and reattached anytime as long as her mind stays clear!*
Black armor clung to the human’s legs—the very same armor Dyna Hercules had placed on him while he lay on the ground, offering protection. The memory flashed through Parriot’s mind: Dyna placing armor on the human’s legs before the powerbomb. *She was setting a trap for when I attacked… but then why— wait, that’s not important!*
Parriot’s gaze locked on Dyna Hercules, still smiling up at her with victory. Her hand reached toward the human, straining to lift something skyward.
“That’s the momentum boost! If I can make the armor float at will…?!”
*“Shut your mouth, you fucking bitch—technique activated!”*
“W-wait?!”
*Too late to change my stance now!*
With his back turned, the human wrapped his arm around her neck and flipped her upside down in mid-air.
“N-no!”
“Do it!”
“Danger! This isn’t— I won!! I won?!”
The dive she had made to crush him backfired. What had been her weapon—gravity—now became Ice Man’s tool to batter her face. She was already too close to the ground to flip away.
*“You came down on your own, wanting to be impaled—now you have to take it.”*
“Stoooop?!”
CRASH—!!!
The RKO she herself had used on Dyna Hercules now smashed down on her. Her own face slammed into the floor.
“Ah… it’s… not over yet…! Still… ugh…?!”
Her body trembled with overwhelming humiliation as it crushed against the ground. Thinking of Dyna being pinned by her master, Parriot felt the same crushing shame from being slammed by the human.
*I can’t… move…!*
Brain rattled from the shock, her limbs refused to obey. All she could do was twist her body, stare at the ceiling, and gasp desperately.
*I have to get up… I have to…?!*
If I stay like this…!
That human was furious.
He was seething at her cowardly act. She had even bitten his penis and mocked him. The retaliation would come back to her tenfold.
“No… I can’t just stay here…!”
Parriot imagined her terrifying future and tried to scramble up—
“Hah. You useless bitch, the moment I reveal my grotesque crotch between your legs, your uterus starts beating like a crazy heart.”
“Wai—wait a se—?!”
SWOOSH—
Parriot’s gaze dropped to the grotesque, monstrous erection now displayed right between her own legs. Her heart pounded harder than any heartbeat, terror seizing her core.