Anti-World Government Activist (4)
I'm alive.
It hurt like hell from the fucked-up fall, but somehow, I was still breathing.
"Guh... fuck..."
My body was a total wreck, but I managed to haul myself up on my one good leg.
Glass shards were embedded all over me, blood pouring out in rivers. The fact that I could still move had to be thanks to my Gift.
My dick was still rock-hard, fully erect.
Thanks to that, my enhanced body let me keep going even in this state.
"Taxi... where's the damn taxi...?"
I'd definitely called one, but no matter where I looked, it wasn't there. More than a minute must've passed already.
But more than that...
There were barely any people around.
Even if this was the outskirts a bit away from downtown, it shouldn't be this empty. No way.
"You gave me quite the scare, jumping from up there like that. But... it doesn't matter. As I already told you."
A soft, silky voice drifted into my ears.
"There's no escaping from here. I made that very clear."
A shadow fell over my head.
Holy shit, for real...
I cursed inwardly and looked up.
A white-haired woman floated above me, holding a large parasol. Dressed in a mix of black and red, with massive bat-like wings spread wide, she gazed down at me.
She twirled her parasol with a grin as our eyes met.
"So, what now? What will you show me next? I'm dying to see how you'll squirm this time."
Ptooey. I spat out a glob of blood-mixed saliva onto the ground.
And said,
"Fuck, that doesn't suit you at all."
You bitch.
White panties? With her getup? It clashed hard with what she was doing.
The garter belt gave her some points for style, but treating me like shit canceled that out completely. Her score plummeted to rock bottom.
No matter how I looked at that bitch's panties, my dick didn't even twitch. Proof right there.
"......"
My erection was even starting to flag, so I had no choice but to fiddle with Lilith's panties to keep it up.
If my dick went soft now, I'd be totally fucked. No way around it.
Looked pretty pathetic, though.
Lucky no one was around to see? Or unlucky? Hell if I knew.
"Even in a situation like this, that filthy mouth of yours never stops. Fine, eyes can wait... I'll rip that mouth apart first."
"Like your mom's cunt?"
"Heh heh, really. Just like that whore, spewing the same vulgar shit..."
Crunch. Veins bulged on her forehead.
And in that instant, chills raced up my spine, making me leap backward.
Even with my Gift boosting my physical abilities, this was insane.
I jumped back over three meters in place. Before I could even process my own shock, crimson spears—like blood itself—erupted from where I'd just been standing.
"...You dodged it? My crimson spears...?"
The white-haired woman muttered in surprise, her face showing genuine astonishment.
But I was the shocked one.
Dodged that?
Me?
How the hell?
No, wait... how did I even sense that bitch's attack coming...?
"Fuck..!"
Another wave of chills hit, and I dropped straight down. A red spear whistled over my head.
"Again...? Heh, this is getting fun. Lilith didn't pick up some worthless human after all, huh?"
Her muttering voice reached me even from there.
Second time.
Once could be luck, but twice? Dodging her attacks twice.
I hadn't even seen the magic coming and reacted then.
The horrifying chills made me move first, and then the attack followed.
How the fuck was I doing this?
As I wondered, a strange sound echoed in my ears.
Thump-thump.
My heart pounded wildly, roaring in my ears.
My heartbeat.
Not just that.
The wind blowing in.
The blood rushing through my veins.
Even the faint breathing of the white-haired bitch hovering way above me, looking down.
Sounds I normally couldn't hear boomed hugely in my ears.
"Hup..."
And that wasn't all.
A barrage of smells assaulted me.
The buried earth under the concrete.
The blood still gushing from my body.
The sweat dripping down.
And that bitch's overpowering perfume stench.
Every single scent around me hit me in detail.
Hearing and smell.
Two of my senses had sharpened to the extreme.
Why?
As I pondered, something off stood out in the blood smell.
Blood smelling like blood wasn't weird—I was bleeding from glass all over.
But my blood smelled different from this one.
Weird that I could even tell blood smells apart, but anyway.
This was...
Sniff sniff. I followed the source with my nose. It was coming from the white-haired woman above me.
Was she hurt?
No.
Not that...
"...You on your period or something?"
Her forehead veins exploded visibly.
"Changed my mind. When I catch you, I'll yank out your tongue and choke you with it!"
For real?
The chill was on another level. I bolted, countless red spears slamming into the ground behind me.
"This fucking...!"
My smell and hearing weren't the only things hyper-sharpened—my gut instinct too, sharp enough to sense incoming attacks.
I kept dodging spears flying at me like they meant to kill, and I knew it clear as day.
Thump-thump.
My heart pounded harder.
Pumping more oxygen through my body.
Blood surged through my veins, racing to every corner.
More.
Even more.
Each beat stronger than the last, accelerating relentlessly.
And my legs sped up with it.
"Ah, this..."
I'd seen this power somewhere before.
Physical abilities ramping up with excitement, heightened emotions.
Superior smell, hearing, instincts.
And...
Shrrrk...
My wounds were regenerating. Glass shards pushed out as flesh knit back together fast.
Regeneration too.
This was...
Werebeast traits—specifically, werewolf abilities.
Eileya's powers as a werewolf.
Why the hell did I have them now?
Chills!
"Wha—enough...!"
I reacted to the prickling all over my skin first.
Dodging thrusting spears, plummeting ones, erupting ones...
This shit's intense...!
Even with boosted physicals, my legs hit a limit—couldn't go faster.
Meanwhile, the red spears multiplied and sped up. Cold sweat poured down.
No clue how long I could hold out.
I didn't even know why I suddenly had werewolf powers—or when they'd vanish.
When they did, I'd be skewered like a kebab.
"Looking tired. Should I go easy?"
"Don't bullshit me, you fucking bitch!"
I rolled forward. Slimy things wriggled up from where I'd been—like the ones from before.
"Oh? Caught on? Smart boy. As a reward, I'll show you lots of my dolls."
One, two...
I stopped counting.
They kept multiplying, surging up everywhere.
Fuck ton of 'em.
And they swarmed around me.
"Fuck..!"
"Now... you can't dodge and run like before. What'll you do?"
Backpedaling from the slime, something hit my back.
I whipped around in panic—a streetlight, like any other.
Scared the shit outta me...
Wait.
What if...
Chills!
"Fucking hell, think!"
Spears incoming, slime charging—I grabbed the streetlight pole in a bear hug.
Hearing, smell, gut instinct.
Boosted physicals and regen with emotional highs.
Werewolf traits, well-known.
But what werewolves were really famous for? Strength.
Among non-humans already way stronger than humans like me, if strength was their claim to fame...
They had to be monsters.
Overwhelming raw power, monstrous strength.
"Hnnngh...!"
Creakkk. The streetlight ripped free from the ground.
I hefted it up in disbelief.
No way I had this kind of power.
But whatever.
"Eat this, you fucking shits!"
Not quite full werewolf level—I grunted hard swinging it.
But swinging it at all was impressive.
And its weight dwarfed my fists.
The slime dolls that crumpled under my punches got smashed flat by the pole.
Splat splat. They burst like balloons, spraying goo everywhere.
But it wasn't over.
"Grrraaah!"
Red spears followed—I swatted them with another swing.
Crack. The pole snapped in half, but the spears shattered too, bouncing off and vanishing midair.
"Hah... haah...!"
Exhausted as fuck..!
Probably couldn't do it again, but I had to.
"Nngh...!"
I raised the broken pole and charged forward.
Then hurled it with everything I had at the bitch still hovering above.
"Special dildo for you, you worthless cunt!"
Eat this, you fucking bitch.