Trash Talk vs. Rope-Burning

Ten cards born from Gracia's womb.

Every last one of them sat waiting to be activated at no cost, and the moment Snowstorm ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠saw them she slammed the field to a halt in a panic.

"I demand information disclosure!"

"Granted."

It was her rightful privilege, so I projected the generated cards in giant form and let the text speak for itself.

As a bonus, the card's illustration was pure filth—water jetting out of a pussy in full spray.

"Why the hell does a card like this even exist?!"

"Beats me."

One time. The Climax Counter stacked.

Here. A little present.

"Why… is my crotch… ugh… aah, hyaaaaah!!!"

She clamped both hands over the vulgarly tight seam of her pussy and started trembling hard.

Here it comes. Here it comes.

──Tsssssshhhh!!!

"Hnyaaaaaaaa~~♡♡"

The real problem was that she was wearing a pure-white leotard. The second her love juices soaked it, everything underneath showed through crystal clear—her neatly groomed, completely bare pussy.

"Ah, uh, I—I just wet myself! Like a little kid! Why, all of a sudden… it feels like I've been edging for hours, that thick, sticky pleasure—hiiik~?!"

"That's why I told you to surrender already!!"

"Nyah, ahhh, uuuungh~♡"

The cool, low voice she'd been putting on until now cracked open and let filthy, broken moans spill out.

If only she'd done what Yumi said—apologized to Ga-eun properly and begged forgiveness—none of this would have happened. Instead both of them had stepped into territory they couldn't walk back from.

"We're not done. Next card's going in."

"Stop it… you inhuman pervert baaaaastard!!!"

One of the cards Gracia had birthed flared with light, sank into the field, and activated.

Climax Counter now sat at two.

Which meant two climaxes in a row.

"Hiiik! Aaaaah, don't, it feels like ants crawling all over my pussy! And they're only swarming the parts that are most sensitive, rubbing and rubbing—aaaaah!!!"

If it really felt the way she described, no human willpower was going to outrun that kind of pleasure. Even so she clamped both hands over her crotch and fought the climax with everything she had.

"Don't you dare~! Stop scraping someone else's pussy like that—ngh!! Hyaaaaah~♡ Aang~♡"

Tsshk! Tsssshhk!!

"Ihiaaaaao~♡ Uooghk~♡"

That made three Shiofuki climaxes total.

The force of the squirting left her thighs weak; still clutching her pussy she toppled forward.

That pose is exactly like the face-down ass-up I saw this morning.

The only real difference from Manbok's version was the water shooting out of the raised ass in sharp little jets. She was grinding her forehead into the floor in a frenzy; any second now the mask might even come off. And right then the next card fired.

The next round of squirting began.

First activation: once. Last one: twice. Now: three times.

"Stoooop it! Ngh, u, oooogh~!!"

Tsshk! Tsshk! Tsssssshhhh!!

"Aeuugh~♡ Hok, hok, oooooo~♡ Going back-to-back like this is torture! Women aren't built to come like this, it's toorment!! My pussy's dyingggg!!!"

Her voice was pure fury. I could almost sympathize—men don't exactly enjoy having their glans rubbed raw in rapid succession either.

—Not that I had the slightest intention of stopping!

"I get how you feel. I've been there."

"Don't just empathize, stop meeeee!!!"

Click!

"—Ah! Aah, it's coming again! Comingcomingcomingcoming!!! This time it's not the pussy, it's the cliiiiit~! Just when I start getting used to it you switch to a different weak spot, stop thaaaat!!!"

Snowstorm flopped onto her back and thrashed her legs. Through the love-juice-soaked fabric that now left nothing to the imagination, her swollen clit stood out in sharp relief.

It was as if invisible fingers were pinching the little bud, scraping it, tugging it free of its hood, then gently teasing it again—constant, merciless wriggling.

"Aaaaaaah~♡ Clitclitcliiit~!? Uuuungh~! That's a woman's weak spot! So please, please, stop peeling the hood back and grinding it against the tights—oooogh~♡"

She flailed at empty air trying to shield her clit, but of course it was useless. Every movement only made her ass go slack and invited even worse pleasure.

"Gahk!? This time it's four! Four in a row! Gghhk! Pussy dying, dying! Coming so hard I'm gonna pass out and di—ugohhooot~?!"

Tsssssssssshhhhh────!!!!

"Uguuu… ghhiiik!!"

Even with both love-juice-slicked hands clamped over her mouth, the vulgar moans kept leaking out. She had dressed herself up and lowered her voice trying to play the cool character, but once you peeled back the clit she was just this. Already wearing an embarrassing outfit and now gushing fluids on top of it—she looked like she was shooting some kind of special-effects AV.

"First activation: one climax. Second: two climaxes. And just now you hit three, right?"

"Hok, hok, hweh?"

I looked down at Snowstorm as she desperately tried to catch her breath.

"So what about the fourth activation?"

"Four… climaxes?"

"And the fifth?"

"Five… climaxes!?"

"Then what's the total number of climaxes going to be~?"

Snowstorm's breath caught for a second.

Because the math looked like this.

1st activation — Counter becomes 1, 1 climax. (Total: 1)

2nd activation — Counter becomes 2, 2 climaxes. (Total: 3)

3rd activation — Counter becomes 3, 3 climaxes. (Total: 6)

4th activation — Counter becomes 4, 4 climaxes. (Total: 10)

5th activation — Counter becomes 5, 5 climaxes. (Total: 15) ← [Ready to Activate]

6th activation — Counter becomes 6, 6 climaxes. (Total: 21)

7th activation — Counter becomes 7, 7 climaxes. (Total: 28)

8th activation — Counter becomes 8, 8 climaxes. (Total: 36)

9th activation — Counter becomes 9, 9 climaxes. (Total: 45)

10th activation — Counter becomes 10, 10 climaxes. (Total: 55)

"Hyaaa… hya…!"

Snowstorm's eyes flicked upward above her own head.

This was Beyond Battle, after all—the remaining climax count floated right there in plain numbers.

She had already come ten times and five of Gracia's cards still sat waiting.

In other words, exactly as the display promised, forty-five more absolute-destruction climaxes were lined up and ready.

Now that Snowstorm fully understood ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the nightmare she was in, it was time to trigger another of the generated cards.

"I—I surrender!"

"Huh?"

The perverted vixen dropped to her knees, trembling, and performed a perfect dogeza.

"I surrender! I lost, okay?! So please don't do anything worse than this…!!"

"…All of a sudden?"

"It's not all of a sudden… I, I was really scared just now! I'm a woman too, how am I supposed to endure something like that!?"

Her ass was still quivering. She was trying to shake the leftover pleasure out of her pussy by force.

I had figured a character like her wouldn't break so easily, so something felt off—but Yumi just clasped her hands together like this was wonderful news.

"That's exactly why I kept telling you to surrender sooner! No, even if it's late, I'm glad you finally understand how I feel! If the battle had gone any further who knows what would have happened to you~!!"

"Hic… huuuk…!"

She was forcing the tearful expression.

Yumi was too kind-hearted and fell for it completely, but to my eyes it looked like pure, barely-contained rage.

She was after "that," no question. So I casually slid the brand-new phone I'd just activated over to the side.

"Yumi."

"Yes?"

"Go over to that woman and start recording. Not too close—get her whole body in frame. We'll use it later."

"Ah, okay!"

Unlike me, Yumi seemed to think the opponent had genuinely given up; she didn't question the order and simply obeyed.

A second later I heard teeth grinding. She looked far too openly disgusted for someone who had truly submitted, and my suspicion hardened into certainty.

"Ready~."

"If you've really surrendered, answer our questions. You can do that, right?"

"Hic… what are you going to ask…!"

She was deliberately putting on a frightened voice. The pain and fear were real enough, but she still hadn't broken completely.

I let the silence stretch for effect, then asked in the most ridiculous tone I could manage.

"Young lady. Is this your first time being filmed like this?"

"Eh?"

"Why no answer? Oh right, right! Do you have a boyfriend? Any experience? If you do, when was your first time?"

"………??"

Snowstorm looked blatantly baffled, and Yumi's eyes were screaming Why on earth are you asking that?

The stares burned, but I kept the humiliating farce going.

"Oh? No answer? Then maybe I should just make you come five more times real quick? That usually loosens the tongue, doesn't it?"

"Aah, yes! First time! No boyfriend, no experience!"

Under the threat she flushed bright red with shame and finally answered.

"Age? Name? Three sizes?"

"Age is twenty-three… three sizes are… well, bust is definitely 95, 96… I think?"

An unmistakably erotic body that rivaled even Yumi, my benefactor and favorite.

But that wasn't the important part right now.

She smoothly skipped right over the name.

If she had truly been panicking she would have spilled everything at once. This was a remarkably calm response.

So I decided to needle her by picking only the dumbest questions possible.

"A body like that and you've never had a man?"

"I only go for battlers stronger than me. Plus I might have a thing for older guys."

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"Fine, no boyfriend for now. How many times a day do you masturbate? Hands or toys? And what's the sex fantasy you keep locked away that you could never do in real life?"

"Masturbation is about three times a day after work. Job stress has been building up lately. The only thing that stays pure fantasy is exhibitionis—wait, no! What the hell are you trying to make me say!! Why are we doing some AV interview right now?! Weren't you supposed to ask about Locust?! Or how to undo the brainwashing!!"

Shame finally cracked her; she hung her head and shouted.

This clearly wasn't the conversation she had expected.

"Weren't you going to leave evidence on the phone?"

"Not at all. I never expected anything useful from the start."

"Eh?"

I looked at the field and stated it flatly.

"She was never going to give us straight answers anyway. Think about what happened with Yumi. The surrender came way too fast. I kept wondering why she would pull something like that, and then it hit me—her real goal is rope-burning."

"Rope?"

"My turn."

"Ah! She's stalling to steal the turn! Because on the next turn she'll have a field that can take Lee Baek down!?"

"Am I wrong?"

At my certainty she pushed herself up on thick, trembling thighs, stepping right through the puddle of love juice she had sprayed all over the floor.

Look at that—high-viscosity juices stretching between her ass and the ground like spider silk. Snowstorm flushed with humiliation and bared her teeth like an enraged lioness.

"You… you dared… to mess with meee!!"

"Only a villain would come up with something that stupid. I never thought I'd live to see a bitch trying to rope-burn me in a place like this."

If I'd actually fallen for the act and let the turn pass while ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠we played out that little drama, I would have been completely fucked.

I mean that with absolute sincerity.

"Khh, damn it… aaaaaagh!!"

Realizing her plan had failed, Snowstorm—true to her name—blasted another spray of water from her pussy and forced strength back into her legs.

Ten climaxes had done serious damage down there, but it wasn't like a Centaurus had turned her pussy into mincemeat or that her ace card had been violated, so she still had fight left in her.

Plus I even gave her a chance to sit on the floor and rest.

Which is why Snowstorm made her second mistake right here.

"…I've made up my mind."

"About what?"

She bit her lower lip hard enough to taste the shame and humiliation, then declared:

"All forty-five remaining climaxes—I'll take every last one of them with this pussy! And then I'll claim the next turn fair and square! I'll make trash like you, enemy of all women, never be able to function as a human being again!!"

She pointed a finger at me in a perfect, dramatic pose, blazing with fighting spirit.

This crazy bitch was already in a position where she should have been begging on her knees, and instead she had gone and touched Lee Baek's Beyond☆Prostate.