Flame Witch (3)
Flame Witch lived up to her name as a fire manipulator—scorching hot, just like her powers. She didn't even exchange a few words before hurling fireballs my way. No questions about who I was or what I planned to do next. She just went straight for the kill. Look at her now, slamming the door shut and blasting flames in a surprise attack. If I weren't me, anyone else would've been gravely injured. Hell, they might've died.
I emerged unscathed, despite having no fire resistance. Peter Elder's suit was a goddamn miracle. Item power is the best.
"Hahaha~ I'm flying through the sky."
Engulfed in flames, I shot backward amid the searing blaze. Fire really wasn't my thing. Too damn hot? But I loved summer. Why? Because women wore thin, skimpy clothes. Just strolling down the street was a feast for the eyes.
KABOOM!
The flames blasted me clear down to the first floor in a massive explosion. The lavish mansion started going up in smoke. And she was burning her own house down? Didn't that sting?
Well, she's an S-rank hero. Gotta be raking in the cash. She could probably build a few more mansions with her earnings. Or if not, once I made her mine, I'd build her one myself.
"You underestimated me!"
Flame Witch's voice echoed from above. I rolled to my feet from where I'd landed on the floor and looked up at her. I'd figured she ducked into the room for another ambush, but that wasn't all. When she reappeared, her outfit had changed. Gone was the flimsy nightgown; now she wore a skin-tight red dress that hugged every curve. In her hand was a staff taller than she was. That was her costume—her battle gear.
"You beat White Knight, sure, but that doesn't mean you can beat me. Got it? This spot's gonna be your grave, Steel Armor."
"Sorry, but I'm planning to live a long life—thousands of years, till my dick won't even get hard anymore. And..."
I laced my voice with mockery.
"If I beat White Knight, what makes you think I can't take you?"
"You little shit...!"
"Oh yeah, White Knight's your boyfriend, right? Bet that feels great—getting fucked by your boyfriend's fanboy."
"Shut your dog mouth, you bastard! Dance of the Ifrit!"
WHOOSH!
The inferno devouring the mansion coalesced into a single point. The flames gathered endlessly, forming the shape of a massive humanoid figure. It was Flame Witch's skill—the one that had single-handedly held back Siren's rampage.
FWOOSH! CRACKLE!
The fire spirit in human form, the Ifrit, began spinning and dancing. Sparks flew in every direction with each shake of its body.
"Hyah!"
A true warrior never lets a mage control the distance. Give 'em space, and even a glass-cannon mage can take down a fighter. That was textbook tactics!
I kicked off the floor and charged at Flame Witch.
"Curtain of Flames!"
She wasn't stupid. She knew handing me the advantage in close quarters—after I'd crushed White Knight in melee—would mean a brutal defeat. A massive wall of fire erupted before me.
But I didn't stop. A puny blaze like this? I could bulldoze right through it.
"Ow, hot!"
Minor retreat!
"Huff! Huff! Huff!"
I blew the flames off my body. Fuck, it was tolerable earlier, but this shit was intense.
"Die!"
Her voice came from behind the curtain. Fire whirled from all sides, hurtling toward me.
"This skill must be something special."
It'd been barely survivable before, but now it was manageable. That Curtain of Flames had some unique property.
"Keep resisting like this, and it's annoying."
Plus, she'd escalated big time. Setting her own mansion ablaze and summoning a giant Ifrit spirit? People could see the blaze from afar. Other S-rank heroes might show up.
"Gotta end this quick."
Speed was key. Knock her out fast and bail.
ZZZAP!
I channeled the power of Thunder Emperor. Sparks crackled across my body.
"Charge."
Like when I'd zapped Siren, I condensed lightning into both fists.
Time to play for time, pretend to struggle.
"Hot hot hot! Too hot! Save me, Flame Witch!"
"Shut up, you dog bastard!"
"Eek."
I dodged the encroaching flames, scampering around. Once the lightning was charged enough, I hurled it over the curtain.
"Lightning? Jenaraider?"
The curtain blocked her from reaching me, but it also obscured her view. Unaware I had lightning powers, she assumed Jenaraider had arrived.
"Ride the Lightning."
My vision flipped in an instant. Seconds from being swallowed by fire, I rode the bolt upward, now overlooking Flame Witch safe behind her flames.
"What?!"
She gawked up at me in the sky. I flung the lightning from my left hand at the stunned woman.
"Ride the Lightning."
Again, my body followed the bolt. I rematerialized right behind her.
I whispered in her ear.
"Ever been hit at lightning speed?"
"No way...!"
THUD!
"Grahhh...!"
I slammed my fist into her gut. How's that, Flame Witch? Talk about lightning speed, then punch her instead—classic strategy!
"Urgh...!"
She clutched her stomach and crumpled to the floor. Drool dripped from her gaping mouth.
I grabbed her hair and yanked her head back.
"Look forward to it. I'll make you mine for sure."
"You... bastard..."
THUD!
Another gut punch.
*****
"Damn it! What the hell happened?!"
"Flame Witch! Find Flame Witch, quick!"
A group of heroes searched the charred ruins of Flame Witch's mansion. Even S-rank hero Wind Line was among them. He'd taken a feather to the ribs from Siren and plunged into the sea, yet here he was, up and about. Was it his recovery powers, or was that guy named God just that good?
"God's ability is the real deal. S-rank means level 10."
God avoided fights to stay secret from villains, but if he'd joined before Siren, the heroes might've repelled her. RPG classes weren't divided into tank, DPS, healer for nothing.
"That was close."
I'd grabbed the unconscious Flame Witch and fled. Exactly thirty seconds later, Wind Line and the others arrived. Razor-thin margin.
"Not how I planned it. Fucking fire-cunt!"
SMACK!
Frustrated for no reason, I slapped her ass. The firm grip in my hand soothed my rising irritation. My original plan was to threaten her with the USB video—a copy, and if she didn't obey, it'd go public to White Knight and everyone. Then spend all night savoring her fiery pussy in that luxurious mansion, matching her personality and curves.
But she'd flung fireballs out of nowhere, ruining it.
"Thinking about it pisses me off again."
SMACK!
Recalling my unrealized fantasy boiled my blood. I smacked the other cheek, irritation fading once more.
"...Fuck, annoying. So annoying! When annoyed, jjajangmyeon!"
SMACK!
"When down, cry it out!"
SMACK!
"When confused, fried rice!"
SMACK!
"Tang tang tang tang sweet-and-sour pork!"
SMACK!
I randomly sang while spanking her. The feel was too addictive to stop. Drug-ass...!
"Time to go?"
I had to bounce before heroes found me. Kneading her ass, I hurried off.
*****
I'd rented a hotel suite for a week. Through the window, I brought Flame Witch inside. At 178cm with a killer body, she wouldn't fit in a suitcase. To avoid anyone knowing I'd kidnapped her, I entered alone, opened the window, and hauled her in.
"Phew! Perfect. Setup complete!"
Worth the hassle. Seeing her in just underwear on the bed? Best decision. Now this bombshell was mine. Well, not yet—but soon.
She'd been out cold for a week before, so I had that much time. Heroes would scour for her after the fire, but I had countermeasures.
"Cameras set... Now, tasting time."
Heh heh heh. Grinning sleazily, I approached. She lay spread-eagled on the bed, blindfolded, wrists and ankles in superpower-suppressing cuffs. Just in case she torched the hotel. But I didn't rely on cuffs alone—backup plans ready.
Why was I so thorough? So thorough I craved chicken now! Dinner: chicken!
Last camera check done, I approached. Starting at her toes, I stroked up her leg slowly. Skin taut, flawless, unscarred. Long legs to match her height—gorgeous stems.
SMACK SMACK!
SLURP!
From her thighs, I left hickeys one by one. Her bronzed skin evoked South America or Brazil. My marks stood out on those tan thighs.
"Mm... ngh..."
"Huh? Awake?"
"Ngh..."
"Tch. Just sleep-talking."
If she'd woken, I'd have spewed pervy lines and ravished her. But no dice.
"Heh heh... Huh?"
Grinning at her sexy purple panties, I spotted a stain in the crotch.
"No way?"
Lick lick lick!
I licked the stain. Instantly knew what it was.
"The taste of pussy juice!"
Definitely arousal fluid. Just from stroking and licking her legs? Unconscious?
"Never seen such a slutty virgin. Oh, right—virgin."
I ripped her panties and slid a finger inside carefully, lest I tear something.
Poke.
"Phew. Safe."
Felt the hymen at my fingertip. Relief. Worried White Knight might've popped it. Even if he had, she'd still be mine. I'd wanted her since spotting her from afar.
"You saved White Knight."
If he'd taken her first, I'd have killed him on sight—no hero-villain balance bullshit, just lop off his head. But the hymen was intact, so she'd basically saved him.