Deja Vu
Thick clouds of dust billowed up in the wake of the gale-force winds. They were so dense that nothing could be seen through them.
“Hoo…”
“Whoa, we won! We actually won!”
Just as we let our guard down, certain of victory—
—Grrr.
A low growl echoed from within the dust.
When I looked up, the werewolf was slowly emerging from the haze.
A long gash ran along its flank, and one of its arms had been completely obliterated.
I slowly backed away until I was standing in front of Deborah.
“Deborah. Do you know what just happened?”
“Ah, it seems like it self-harmed right before the attack landed and dispelled the magic! That’s the only explanation.”
“I see. So it overcame it through pain?”
I’d seen characters in comics resist brainwashing or similar effects by hurting themselves. Never thought I’d witness it in real life.
“This is bad! I’m out of mana now…”
“Calm down. We still have a chance. It’s taken a fatal wound, so it won’t be able to rampage like before.”
“Y-you’re right! It must be exhausted. We can win!”
The moment Deborah regained hope—
—Vwoooom!
A powerful mana resonance rang out.
Looking toward the source, I saw a silver mana sphere condensing in front of the werewolf’s maw.
“Watch out!”
“Wh-what is it doing?”
We tensed, raising our guard, when the silver sphere suddenly shot upward from the werewolf’s mouth toward the ceiling.
Upon reaching the high ceiling, the sphere began to softly illuminate the cavern.
It looked exactly like a full moon.
‘A full moon?’
The moment the thought crossed my mind, the werewolf unleashed a howl.
—Awooooooo!
Staring straight at the mana sphere, the creature’s body began to swell. Its height surged to three meters, muscles ballooned, and its entire coat of fur bleached silver, gleaming with a metallic sheen.
Its claws radiated a chilling light, as if they had drunk in moonlight, and its eyes filled with madness, extinguishing the last trace of reason.
‘Fuck. We’re screwed.’
Our odds had dropped back to zero.
Werewolves receive a twenty percent boost to all stats on nights when the full moon is out. We were already struggling enough, and now we had to face one in this state without any artifacts. It was simply impossible.
Deborah’s face went deathly pale, clearly sharing my assessment.
“L-Luan. What do we do?”
Her eyes were filled with terror.
Even she knew that, no matter who I was, there was nothing I could do in this situation.
She was right—and wrong at the same time.
I had one last card up my sleeve. A trump card I never wanted to use, but one that could shatter this despair.
“Deborah. I have a way.”
“Again? What is it this time?”
Deborah, who had been on the verge of tears and fidgeting anxiously, looked up at me with eyes sparkling with hope.
Sorry, but it can’t be helped.
“You. Let’s have sex.”
“What?”
“Do that, and I’ll get us out of here alive.”
The light drained from Deborah’s eyes.
She stared at me blankly for a moment, then took a step back and wrapped her arms around herself.
“Wh-what are you saying?”
“Exactly what it sounds like. I’ll save you if you have sex with me.”
Honestly, I’d hesitated before saying this.
After what happened with Pernia, I realized that a rape carried out through a transaction wouldn’t count.
But to activate Rape Declaration, the target has to be aware of my intent. Even if I tried to pass it off as a slip of the tongue, she wouldn’t buy it, so it was easier to just be upfront.
Of course, whether Deborah would accept it was another matter entirely.
She shook her head in disbelief and shouted.
“Th-that’s ridiculous! How does the conversation turn into this?”
“Ever heard of equivalent exchange? That’s how the world works. So what’ll it be? Sex with me, or get torn apart alive by the werewolf? Choose.”
“Ugh…”
When I deliberately pressured her with harsh words, Deborah whimpered and sniffled.
She glanced back and forth between me and the werewolf, met my unwavering gaze, realized there was no room for negotiation, and gave a small nod.
“…Fine. I’ll do it. That thing.”
“Say it properly.”
“I-I’ll do it! S-sex.”
“Good. We have a deal? No taking it back.”
“I already said I get it! More importantly, do something! It’s about to move!”
Following Deborah’s gesture, I looked ahead to see the werewolf lowering its stance, preparing to leap.
I ignored it and got straight to the point.
“Deborah. I’m going to rape you.”
“Yes, ra—wait, what? Why are you suddenly saying that—”
—KRAOOOOOOH!
Before Deborah could finish her flustered protest, the werewolf roared and launched itself forward with all its might.
Its body blurred as it closed the distance in an instant.
“Look at this bastard.”
I couldn’t help but laugh.
The werewolf’s speed was impressive, but its movements were far too exaggerated. It was basically inviting me to block it head-on, brimming with confidence that it wouldn’t lose in a direct clash.
‘Arrogant little shit.’
If its strength was roughly 130 before, it was now around 160 after awakening under the full moon. Even if my stat efficiency doubled, that would put me at 320.
So what about mine?
[Strength: 602(+516)]
A difference of 282. It might not seem like much at first glance, but the gap between 10 and 292 is night and day.
It was no different from a child arm-wrestling a bear.
I clenched my fist.
A sense of omnipotence surged through me, as if I could do anything.
I poured every bit of it into a punch.
The distance between us vanished, and our attacks collided.
CRACKKKKK!
My fist shattered the lunar mana cloaking the werewolf’s claws, crushed straight through, and slammed into its abdomen.
Along with the strain on my shoulder, I felt its internal organs burst from the inside.
Ignoring the pain, I hurled the werewolf into the wall.
BOOOOM!
Just like I had earlier, the creature bounced off like a toy and embedded itself deep into the stone.
The werewolf struggled to free itself, but with both arms unusable and its organs wrecked, it was pointless.
If anything, the more it moved, the more blood poured from its mouth.
I walked up to it.
“You’re one stubborn bastard. Should’ve just fought the Sabertooth Tiger instead.”
Objectively, a Sabertooth Tiger corrupted by demonic energy and a werewolf blessed by the full moon were about equal in raw power. The only difference was that the werewolf had been caught off guard.
Both could be overwhelmed the moment Rape Declaration was used.
—Grrr…
Looking down at the weakly growling werewolf, I raised my foot.
Punching was getting too bothersome now.
CRUNCH!
My foot came down and crushed the werewolf’s skull. My knee ached a little, but a short rest would fix that.
With the fight finally over, I stepped back.
‘Shit, I’m dying.’
It had only been a minute, but the accumulated injuries from dancing on the edge of death were no joke.
I pulled a potion from my spatial pouch and downed it.
Thanks to it being a high-grade potion, the cuts sealed instantly, and my crushed shoulder blade began to regain its shape.
I had just caught my breath when—
“You fraud!”
Deborah, who had been watching the fight, shouted indignantly.
A fraud, huh.
What the hell was she talking about?
I scratched my ear and asked.
“Now what’s the problem?”
“What do you mean, what’s the problem?! You had that kind of power, so why were you pretending to be weak this whole time? And on top of that, you even made sex a condition! You really are a bad person.”
Apparently, Deborah thought I’d been acting weak on purpose just to have sex.
Not that I couldn’t understand why.
After struggling so much, I’d ended the fight in the blink of an eye—it was hard to believe.
But that was that, and I had my own circumstances.
I tossed the empty potion bottle aside and approached Deborah to fulfill the deal.
“Hoo… Enough talk. Time to keep your promise.”
“N-no!”
“No?”
“This is a scam! It was an unfair contract, so it’s void!”
“So you’re saying you won’t keep your word?”
I frowned.
Honestly, I was thinking it was convenient since I had to rape her anyway, but outwardly I acted troubled.
When I glared at her menacingly, Deborah flinched and shrank back, stammering a warning.
“I-if you touch me, my master won’t let it slide!”
“Isn’t this a bit much? Do you even know how badly I got hurt protecting you?”
“Th-that’s true, but still…”
When I sharply pointed out the flaw in her logic, Deborah’s attitude softened a little. Just in case, I decided to lower her guard.
“Haa… And I have my own reasons too. You think I actually want to rape you?”
“R-reasons? What kind of reasons…”
“Actually—”
“Actually?”
“It’s…”
“It’s?”
I dragged out my words ambiguously, and Deborah, though frustrated, focused on me with growing curiosity.
The moment her attention was completely on my story, I slowly closed the distance and lunged, grabbing her arm in one swift motion.
“Got you.”
“Ah, ahh! L-let go! No! I don’t want to! Stop!”
Startled, Deborah blurted out the usual lines, as if she’d practiced them.
But the chances of a criminal trying to rape a pretty girl stopping because of that were zero. I easily overpowered her resistance and pinned her to the floor.
“Stay still. I’ll finish in one go and let you go.”
I made a promise that was one hundred percent true as I tore a hole in Deborah’s pantyhose.
Once I pushed her panties aside, her pussy was exposed.
“Hik!? D-don’t look!”
Deborah thrashed in resistance, but she was quickly overpowered and forced into a spread-eagle position.
I slowly took in the sight of her pussy.
‘No hair.’
Whether she’d used magic to wax it or was naturally hairless, her pussy was perfectly smooth without a single trace.
Her labia were small, which made her clitoris fully visible and stirred the urge to touch it.
Under my persistent gaze, Deborah’s eyes welled with tears of shame as she pleaded.
“Please, don’t do this…”
“Sorry. I have to have sex no matter what.”
“Hic! Do you really have some urgent reason?”
“What?”
“You said you had reasons earlier. Is it something you absolutely have to do?”
“……”
For a moment, I was at a loss for words.
I’d assumed she’d figured out it was a lie the moment I grabbed her, but Deborah still believed the story.
Or maybe she wanted to believe it.
She didn’t want to accept that the man she’d risked her life fighting alongside had attacked her purely out of lust.
In other words, she was saying she’d offer her body if there was truly no other choice.
‘I absolutely cannot tell her.’
If I revealed the truth, her Rape Level would plummet to zero.
I ignored Deborah and hurriedly undid my pants, pulling out my cock.
Deborah flinched when she saw it.
“Ugh… Disgusting.”
That actually hurt a little.
We hadn’t known each other long, but that thing was as precious to me as my own life, and she called it disgusting.
She was way too honest.
After a brief hesitation, I thrust my cock in the moment it got hard.
Schllrrk…
“Agh!? I-it hurts! It hurts!”
Deborah screamed the instant I forced my way into her tender vaginal walls.
I felt bad for her, but this was necessary for the Rape Level. I deliberately looked away and pressed down with my weight.
Thrust!
The resistance wasn’t as strong as I’d expected, and my cock buried itself all the way to her cervix in an instant.