My Battle Phase Isn't Over YetDA-!!

Obviously, I hadn't even spent a single point of mana yet.

More than that — I had only just received my turn.

"Yumi. How does the turn actually pass? I don't see any timer device or anything."

"The field we're standing on responds to a battler's will. If someone drags things out with actions completely unrelated to Beyond Battle, the turn moves on. If it's still a kind of strategy, though, it tends to allow a certain amount of leeway. Basically, as long as you still have the will to do something on your turn, you can keep it going."

"And if I'd fallen for Nunbora's acting and let my guard down?"

"Your turn would have passed."

Ah. So that was why she'd put on the performance!

Cunning little bitch!

"Tch."

I turned to the woman whose thighs were still trembling, yet who clearly still had fight left in her, and delivered a formal warning.

"I'm impressed you still want to keep fighting in a situation like this. So this is my final warning. Surrender the battle right now. Apologize to Ga-eun and the kids. Tell me everything about how to undo the brainwashing and everything about Locust. Do that, and I'll at least spare you from having to stop being human."

"Hah!"

Yumi had a vague idea what "stop being human" meant. She'd already gotten the demo version of what happened when I ran this deck in earnest.

Nunbora's resolve, however, was as solid as perennial snow.

"Getting cold feet now?"

"No. It's because Yumi is right here. I don't want to do anything ugly in front of her. I'm human too, you know. I only want my benefactor to see my good side."

"Baek…"

I hadn't even been aiming for it, but Yumi looked at me with moist eyes.

Nunbora, on the other hand, stuck her tongue out and made a face like she was about to throw up.

"Give me a break. You two are clearly sleeping together. You and that woman over there are the same. Just look at your field. You're letting a card that looks exactly like your own face get used as your man's breeding sow. And judging by how cozy you are with that water-selling bitch, you're obviously a slut yourself. Right?"

"Don't you dare insult Ga-eun unnie's work! And for the record, I'm not that kind of person either!"

"You're not? Oh, right — how old were you when you had your kid again? Dig around a little and you can find out exactly what kinds of fingers people pointed at you. You're not seriously going to claim the pregnancy wasn't intentional, are you? That would just make the kid pathetic. Imagine finding out your parents never even wanted you."

"Ah… ugh…!"

Oh, Nunbora. This fucking bitch was really trying to make someone snap.

She had just crossed the final line.

"You'd better stop right there."

"Drop the act. You know what? You're the biggest problem of all. No women around, so you go after a married woman raising a half-grown kid. Then again, with a body like that, it's no wonder men like you start drooling. Even I can tell she's the airheaded type who'd fall for a little sweet talk, right?"

She'd always spoken in that low, irritating tone, but now she was pouring pure venom. Probably trying to pay back the humiliation from a moment ago with interest.

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Even if she was angry, she had chosen the wrong target. Digging into Yumi's past had hurt her, and watching that happen sent me straight past the boiling point.

"Baek."

"Yes."

"Whatever happens from this point on, I know nothing about it. I didn't see anything, and I won't hear anything. Understood?"

Yumi squeezed her eyes shut and covered her ears with her palms. Truly a woman overflowing with consideration.

"Don't just sit like that. Stay like this instead. Don't catch too much of the cold wind."

"~~~~♪"

I draped my jacket over the head of the woman curled up on the plastic chair. Looking at her hiding under it, ears covered, pretending to know nothing — and thinking she was cute for it — yeah, I was hopeless too…

"Haaah. Lord, please grant me permission to become a righteous rapist again today."

"I don't know what the hell you're babbling about, but go ahead and try if you can. Your cards can only make me feel good. And next turn, even if I can't lift my hips, it won't matter. All I have to do is give the attack order!!"

Nineteen life remaining.

The attack power on her field was [5 / 6] [7 / 6] [5 / 6] — seventeen total, plus three Snow Mountains.

In other words, if the turn passed, I would genuinely be reversed.

"You're the one who's mistaken here."

"What?"

"My Battle Phase… no. My turn isn't over yetDA-!!"

I hadn't even started. The moment I received the turn, I had simply stacked Climax Counters using impregnated cards.

I still had ten mana available this turn. My hand had swollen to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠an absurd size, and Nunbora only now realized it.

"Your hand… no way!?"

"That's right."

[After activation, draw 1 card, then return this card to the deck.]

"I copied Forced: Shiofuki with Pregnant-Belly Saintess · Gracia and activated it ten times. That means I drew ten cards and returned every single copy into the deck."

I had drawn at the start of the turn, leaving the deck at seventeen. Then Shiofuki's effect let me draw ten more, dropping it to seven — and stuffing ten Shiofuki copies back in brought it right back to seventeen.

"Do you understand what that means?"

Nunbora's bravado-swollen shoulders hunched in.

"Except for the seven cards still left in the deck… the other ten are all those perverted climax cards…!!"

"As a special service just for you, I won't force a climax immediately this time. I'll stack the counters and detonate them all at once."

"Wait wait wait!!! You're saying forty-five wasn't the end!?"

"You insulted my benefactor and put your hands on kids. You didn't seriously think a little squirting would buy you forgiveness."

I spent one mana cost and flung the original Forced: ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Shiofuki.

"Here we go. Number eleven! Shiofuki card!"

The counter rose. I drew one card. The card I'd just used returned to the deck.

And the card I drew was—

"Draw. Shiofuki card!"

I spent another mana cost and flung another Forced: Shiofuki (Generated).

Then Shiofuki's effect made me draw again — and from that draw, another Shiofuki.

"Draw. Shiofuki card!"

"Stop! Can't you stop right now!?"

"Draw. Shiofuki card!"

"Eek! Listen to me! I said stopooo!!!"

"Draw. Shiofuki card!"

"Hyaaaaah~!?"

Only after activating five more did I finally stop drawing.

"────"

Nunbora lost her words.

The plump front of her high-leg V-line — that distinctive soft flesh of a pussy — went past merely soaked and straight into full-blown pissing as her cards spilled from her hands.

The pure white of her costume made the pussy-water soaking it stand out to an almost excessive degree.

"Now then — quiz time. Why do counter-stacking cards stack counters?"

"Stop…"

"And the answer is~?"

"Stop it…"

"So you can use those counters for an explosive attack, right?"

My hand glowed, and a pink beam erupted from it — striking Winter General A first.

『Ubobobobobo!!!』

『!?』 『Eh?』

The muscular bearded man ejaculated without even getting hard, then died from excessive climax.

His partner, Winter General B, trembled in terror at the truly filthy spectacle, while the ace card Frigid Valkyrie could only stare in stunned disbelief at what had just happened.

"What are you standing around gawking for. —Next."

『Uboooooh!!!』

Winter General B went the same way. The moment the beam hit him, a full-grown man clutched his crotch, made filthy spurting noises as he came, and died.

『I… I don't want that… please, spare me!』

"Want it or not, it doesn't matter. If you're going to resent someone, resent your idiot master."

『D-don't come! Don't come near me! I told you not to shoot that thiiing!!』

Fwip!

She wasn't going to take it lying down — she thrust her rapier out to block the beam. At first it seemed like she managed to hold the stream of light at bay, but I must have been seeing things. In an instant the pink light stopped being a stream and became a waterfall, engulfing the silver-haired ace. Her uniform shredded away. Reduced to complete nakedness in a heartbeat, the ace card began climaxing with everything she had.

『N-no! A snow woman doesn't do that kind of thing unless it's a man she likes— ooooooh~♡ ughooooh~♡ ooooooooh──』

And then her body was swept away and vanished.

『Ooooooh too much too much too much~♡ Snow woman, ace card, whatever the hell~♡ this stupid pussy is going to breeeeak~~♡♡』

"Aaaah, Valkyrie! Snap out of it! At least cut the link and g—— aaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!!"

Tssssssssssssssssssssssss!!!!!

"Uhoooooooooh~~♡♡"

The instant her ace card was annihilated by the Climax Beam, Nunbora herself sprayed a fountain of water from her pussy. She had missed the timing to sever the link with her ace. As a result, the crotch of her high-leg swimsuit had taken on so much water that it stretched taut and chewed into her pussy — pure chaos.

"Nineteen life remaining. Even factoring in the variable of her setting up new Snow Mountains, I should be fine until next turn. If she'd held that Valkyrie she summoned earlier until next turn and used it as a surprise attack, I might have let my guard down and lost, wouldn't I?"

"Hwooooh~♡ ogigigit~♡"

The atmosphere no longer suggested any chance of a reversal, but the world of competition was merciless.

To avoid the disgrace called defeat, I poured out my remaining cost.

My cards ran a bit heavy on cost, but everything that followed depended on Climax Counters.

Stacking counters from scratch would take forever — but being able to open the game with Gracia changed the entire story.

『Master. Shall we give birth again? We still have plenty of eggs left.』

『Please punish that girl for our former master's sake.』

The Gracias still remaining on the field urged me on before I even used them.

Perhaps because they thought Yumi wasn't looking at them right now, they flashed lewd, succubus-like smiles and shone with golden eyes.

"Impregnate as much as you like. My succubi."

『『Yes~♡』』

A little lewd — but that side of Yumi was cute too.

I gave the order with gusto, and the two succubi swelled their bellies for me, impregnating themselves with new cards.

"Let me surrender!"

"Nope. Our benefactor offered you the chance to surrender several times, and you mocked her for it. So take your punishment quietly."

I flung the original card I'd just ordered them to copy and brought three Tag Insertion Magic cards into my hand.

"Now then — what erotic tags would suit you?"

"…Tags?"

"Don't know them? The genres you use as search criteria for doujinshi or porn. You look for fap material online too, don't you? I'm about to carve those kinds of sexual proclivities into you."

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!?"

It was like a fish about to be filleted asking the chef which knife he was choosing.

In the meantime, I finished checking the cards.

I threw them one after another and activated them.

"What now, what are you trying to do!?"

Three tags that looked like a concentrated dump of specific sexual proclivities had come out.

As you can see, the effect was identical to the Moral Hazard I'd used on Yumi last time.

In other words, every Magic card with the words "Tag Insertion" in front of it worked like this.

The base cost of six is probably to prevent dumping two of them on the first turn. By the time you can actually use these properly, enough counters will already be stacked that several turns will have passed.

I muttered to myself that the last line was probably there to prevent tag duplication — and meanwhile Nunbora was crawling on all fours, resisting the anomaly unfolding on her field.

"Stay away! Stay away! Don't do iiiit!!!"

Her resistance was meaningless. Black latex ropes writhed up from the ground and began binding Nunbora.

"Nhaaah~! Uguuuuh~!?"

They bound her thighs, yanked her ankles, and forced her into a posture that made it impossible to close her legs — forced open. Naturally her arms were bound behind her as well, and she was hung from an iron bar on the construction-site ceiling.

Whether because of the exhibitionism keyword, specific sections of her high-leg swimsuit had been cut away as if carved out, leaving her pussy and breasts fully exposed as she hung there — and water sprayed out again.

"Aaaaah! Why does something like this feel good!? Why is water coming out of my pussy!!"

"Because I mixed exhibitionism, SM, and bondage into your sexual proclivities. You've become a fucked-up bitch who gets off on this stuff. Look — even when you're just hanging there, your pussy is twitching like crazy."

"Hwooooooh~♡"

You could tell just from the amount of love juices raining down from the ceiling — Nunbora was no longer normal.

She was nothing more than a broken masochist whose sexual proclivities had been so thoroughly ruined that simply spreading her legs and exposing her pussy to the cold wind was enough to make her come.

"Well then — before I pass the turn, shall we pick up where we left off earlier?"

I lifted my phone.

That alone was enough for her to realize what I was about to do, and she started crying for real.

"Stop iiit… don't film this…!!"

"Finally, a genuine pitiful voice."

A pathetic tone befitting a sow who didn't know her place.

My partner was going to love this.