The Spear Champion's Forced Striptease
One of the top-tier combat champions in Summoner Survival. She's leagues above the ones I've devoured like cake up to now.
In Summoner Survival, the more beautiful the female character, the stronger she is in battle. The Aros I faced before wasn't powerhouse-level in raw combat, but her special ability Blink made her a real pain. Without prior knowledge of her skills, she might've ambushed me successfully.
"That immoral stench is wafting off you thick. Taking innocent students hostage? Even if you're desperate for Eve's apple, isn't this going too far?"
Achillera scolded me in a bold, resonant voice. Her majestic baritone filled the chapel like a commanding echo. She was every inch the heroine champion worthy of the title.
Her words rang true, of course, but preaching justice to a villain like me was like reciting sutras to a cow's ear.
"I don't give a damn about means or methods if it means winning. That's my creed."
"Good. No qualms about eliminating you, then. I'd rather deal with a black-hearted bastard like you anyway."
Classic hero-of-justice line.
"We'll see about that."
I yanked one of the front-row girls toward me. A pretty little thing. Not many girls can pull off glasses and still look stunning, but this one nailed the tough feat.
"Cowardly move, just like that filthy body of yours."
Achillera snarled, her eyes flashing with feral fury.
"Haha. What now?"
Achillera wouldn't make a move that hurt the hostages. A justice-bound champion like her wouldn't throw away innocent lives.
Of course, that didn't mean she'd negotiate right away. Compromising with evil didn't suit her.
"Don't worry, girl. I'll save you soon."
Achillera tried soothing the trembling girl. But she wouldn't keep that promise.
I knew all of Achillera's abilities. No way I'd let her rescue the girl.
Whirrr!
The long spear in her right hand glowed blue. She leveled it at me, its razor-sharp tip glaring like her eyes.
"Last chance. Release the hostages. Do that, and I'll let you go easy."
"Amusing bluff."
"See for yourself if it's a bluff... or mercy."
In an instant, her spear vanished from sight. One of her skills: Invisible Spear. Let your guard down even a fraction, and you're skewered. The spear was already hurtling toward me.
"Light Saber."
I conjured a blade of light in one hand. Invisible or not, I could hear it slicing the air. Stay vigilant, and it's an easy block.
Clang!
I swatted the spear aside. Achillera clicked her tongue.
"Not bad fundamentals."
Knocking away one spear didn't mean I could relax.
Achillera had Infinitely Tracking Spear. That thing would hunt me until I dropped dead.
Two ways to shake it off: Take down the main body, Achillera.
'But I can't do that before fucking her.'
Or the other way...
"Tch!"
Achillera grunted, reaching out. The invisible spear returned to her hand. She glared at me, furious.
"Using a hostage as a shield! How low can you sink!?"
Achillera recalling her own spear herself.
Her defeat was sealed the moment her Invisible Spear ambush failed. With hostages around, she couldn't target me. And this classroom was packed with them.
No matter how steadfast her no-compromise justice, with dozens of students' lives on the line, she couldn't strike—not unless she was about to become Russia's president or something.
"Hic... Hic... P-please let me go...!"
The hostage girl's skirt was soaked. The stench confirmed she'd pissed herself. What a precious mess...
"Hey! Let the hostage go!"
"You think yelling gets you anywhere in life? Why the hell should I release her!?"
"You coward...!"
Her spear still pointed at me, but the earlier menace was gone. The stage was set nicely. Time to dance on it.
"Fight fair—one-on-one!"
Achillera barked irritably. Her voice sounded muscle-brained all the way to her skull.
"Well, it's not like there's zero way to save the hostages."
What I wanted wasn't these high school girls. It was Achillera.
"Achillera. Become my hostage, and I'll release the others."
"What!?"
Achillera snorted in disbelief.
"You think you can take me hostage?"
"Oh ho. Is the apostle of justice Achillera scared? You talked big when it was someone else, but now that it's you, your voice is shrinking."
Achillera would bite at even mild provocation. As expected, she stomped the floor in rage.
"Who's scared!? Fine! Let that girl go! I'll be your hostage!"
"Achillera..."
From the classroom corner, her summoner Jin Jaeseung watched with worried eyes. Despite being her summoner, he stayed meekly put.
Achillera wasn't the type to obey her summoner. Gears Counter would force compliance, but it had limited uses. So Jin Jaeseung just watched silently.
"Before the swap, shouldn't you thank me for this merciful option?"
"What?"
Achillera bristled again. Getting mad like that only hurt her.
With a brain full of muscle, she probably couldn't grasp that.
"Oh? Should I take that as a refusal?"
"Urgh...! You coward!"
"Thanks. Best compliment I've heard."
Achillera bit her lip in frustration, but she had no real choices. Glaring murderously, she growled.
"Mark my words—you will fall by my hand! Got it!?"
That's not how I know gratitude works. Hate the hostage swap? Tough luck for this girl, then.
I ripped her school uniform skirt clean off.
"Kyaaah!"
Her soaked panties were exposed. Pure white with bunny patterns. A bit childish, but that made it hotter.
"Nooo!!!"
The hostage thrashed, tears streaming. Achillera bit her lip at the sight and yielded.
"Stop! Fine! Thank you! Thanks! Now swap the hostage!"
"Demanding a swap with that arrogant attitude? You're one dumb bitch. Gotta teach you from one to ten?"
"Guh! How much more polite do you want!?"
"Your outfit's the problem from the start! Grateful people don't wear clothes! I'd be buck naked by now."
"W-what!?"
The room buzzed. Especially the boys.
"Naked!?"
"Dunno what's up, but we get to see that big sis naked?"
"This situation might be a blessing..."
"Haeun's panties are white, huh. Kinda yellowish now. Hehe. Piss-soaked Haeun's still cute..."
This class was packed with pervs, coincidentally.
Achillera thrust her spear forward again, bellowing like thunder.
"You bastard! Insulting me!?"
"Hmm. If you hate it, no choice. Guess this hostage girl's life means nothing to you."
I shredded her uniform top too. Buttons scattered with her childish scream. Her white bra peeked out from the blouse.
She was skinny—probably dieting. A bit more plump would've been cuter.
"Hic... Stop it!"
The girl clutched her chest with both arms. But the show was just starting.
"Strip off those undies too!"
"Enough!"
Achillera roared again.
"Got it! I'll do it! But... you must swap the hostage!"
Achillera's plan was obvious: Pretend to be hostage, close in, strike.
With her skills, a reversal wasn't impossible. If I didn't know them.
Too bad for her—I did. Her tricks were transparent. She was marching into hell on her own feet.
"Strip in 10 seconds, or this girl goes full nude instead."
"Grr! Fine! You coward!"
Achillera began undressing slowly. The classroom tension skyrocketed. Worried boys got distracted by her show, faces turning sleazy.
Even her summoner Jin Jaeseung was the same. He'd never seen her naked, probably.
"I'll... kill you for sure!"
Achillera glared with Lumiia's hatred. But if Lumiia failed, what made her think she'd succeed?
She stripped down to panties and bra. Plain, patternless bra, but the passionate red was a turn-on.
Drawing all eyes, Achillera hung her head, hands covering her chest—clearly mortified.
"All you guys, look away!"
She barked commandingly, but not one boy budged. Even Jin Jaeseung was glued to her panties.