Chapter 12
Chapter 12
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 12
Chapter Title: Underground Mall Raid
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What the hell? Why didn't they blindfold them? Just gagging their mouths—what good does that do? If that tape over their mouths comes loose, won't they be able to use their skills? Or do they take the tape off when feeding them? What then?
All sorts of thoughts raced through my mind, but I shook them off for the moment and asked the women.
"Are you guys being held captive?"
"Mm-mm-mm-mm."
"Mm-mm-mm-mm."
The women glanced at each other, their eyes lighting up with hope that they were saved and excitement at the thought of escaping this place.
I approached them to peel off the tape over their mouths but hesitated for a second.
This couldn't be a trap, could it? No one would set a trap looking like this, right? Still, better safe than sorry.
My cowardly nature and safety-first mentality were impossible to shake, so I started by carefully peeling the tape off one woman's mouth first.
"Phew."
"What's your skill?"
"Uh... me? I have Ice Arrow..."
"Ice Arrow?"
I was startled when I heard her skill.
An attack skill? And she still ended up like this?
"Show me."
With anxious eyes, the woman looked at the wall and shouted.
"Ice Arrow!"
Slowly, an ice arrow formed in front of her and flew straight into the wall.
Seeing that, I understood why she'd been caught.
It took nearly four seconds to form the ice arrow, and its flight speed was slow enough to follow with the naked eye.
A completely trash skill.
Four seconds to create? You'd be dead twice over in that time. And at that speed, you could dodge it just by seeing where it's headed.
Even if it hit, it wouldn't kill—just hurt a bit. In short, garbage.
Shouldn't you at least level up the skill proficiency? Walking around with it like this?
Her skill posed no threat to me, so I left her be and peeled the tape off the other woman's mouth.
"Hah, hah."
"What's your skill?"
"Mine's... Slow."
"Slow? Makes things slower?"
"Hah... Yes, yes."
The second woman panted as she answered.
Slow? That didn't seem very useful either.
"Show me."
"Pardon? On what?"
I scanned the surroundings for something suitable and spotted a plastic bottle on the floor.
"I'll throw this. Use it on that."
"Okay."
I tossed the plastic bottle, and the woman stared at it and shouted.
"Slow!"
But the bottle fell without any change, so I looked at her quizzically.
"I... I missed. Sorry."
So that's why she got caught. Jeez.
I threw the bottle again, and this time she cast Slow successfully. It slowed slightly in midair before drifting down lazily.
What...? It doesn't even fully stop them—just barely slows them down? And it's not auto-target?
One thing I've learned surviving in this world: not everyone's rational or smart.
They don't pick the best skills, and even fewer master them fully.
If you get a power like this, shouldn't you train it to perfection? Level it up, figure out creative uses?
But this is reality.
People make lame excuses like they're not used to games or this kind of thing, or they just lack adaptability.
Oh well. If you can't hack it, you die.
"Hold still."
The women flinched when I pulled out my machete, but they relaxed once they saw me sawing at the ropes binding them.
Even so, with a blade flashing between them, they couldn't hide their unease.
Snip.
The ropes fell away, and the women sighed in relief as their bodies were freed.
No way to cover up, their naked bodies were on full display.
Ice Arrow was petite and skinny, with small breasts—perfect for guys into slender or petite girls, enough to make them drool. Slow was a bit chubby but not thick in a good way; not bad to look at, but nothing special.
Above all, neither had particularly pretty faces. Your average twenty-something women.
Whoever caught them probably wasn't in a position to be picky—cold rice or hot, whatever.
"One question."
"Yes??"
"Yeah?"
The women looked at me, a bit scared.
Probably because of the machete I was still holding. I sheathed it and spoke.
"There was a woman in her early thirties among the gang that grabbed you, right? Do you know her skill?"
They told me what they knew.
"Petrification!"
"Touch her and you turn to stone!"
"Turn to stone if she touches you?"
"Yes! She touches you and yells 'Petrification!' The touched spot turns to stone bit by bit and hardens. Once you're fully stone, you just... vanish."
"Only works on people she touches?"
"I'm... not sure. I only saw it once."
"Me too..."
If it requires saying the skill name, it's not that scary.
Unless it's set to auto-activate on her, I can just put her to sleep and be done. Still, Petrification, huh? Needing physical contact is a downside. If it worked from afar, no need to touch first—probably not putting on some fake-out act.
With the info gathered, I looked at the women.
"Go. You're free."
They weren't threats, and not my type anyway.
No reason to kill them, no desire to fuck them.
They hesitated, staring at me in disbelief.
"I said go. I'm not gonna do anything. Don't want anything. Not gonna kill you. Just leave."
Even then, they didn't budge. Losing interest, I turned to head downstairs to the petrified woman lying there.
At least she looked prime despite her age—curvy and fuckable.
"Um... excuse me."
As I reached the door, Slow called out.
"What?"
I snapped back irritably, and she shrank even more before speaking.
"C-could you... help us a little?"
Slow put on her most pitiful face. Ice Arrow looked the same from her expression.
Sigh. Like saving a drowning person and then they demand your bundle.
If they'd been even a little pretty or had bodies I liked, I'd have helped without asking. But no real interest.
Precisely, I wouldn't even want to fuck girls like that—would feel like a waste of cum.
"Why should I?"
"W-well... you saved us..."
Slow stammered, and I started getting annoyed.
"I let you live, now you want me to take responsibility?"
I said it straight, and she clamped her mouth shut, no reply.
"Hah. Such a pain. No shame."
I muttered under my breath as I turned to leave, and the women collapsed right there.
Always something annoying.
No shame, no conscience, no charm... From how they act, they'll end up like this again or dead soon.
I decided not to bother with those two anymore and headed to the petrified girl below.
Damn, that New City Missy Look was turning me on just looking at it.
And her face was pretty cute too—my dick was stirring already.
Truly, a woman's looks are everything.
I'd heard about Petrification, but to be safe, I poked her with various things and even touched her with my fingertips.
Nothing happened, so I picked her up and carried her to the sofa. Her skirt had rolled up, exposing those pale, plump thighs again.
I placed my hand on her thigh.
Soft and smooth, I caressed it gently before slipping my fingers into her crotch.
A warm heat met my palm, giving off a naughty vibe.
I slid both hands under her skirt, grabbed her panties, and yanked them down.
I tossed the bunched-up panties hanging at her ankles aside and spread her legs wide. Her pussy was fully exposed.
Even in this world, she keeps her pubes trimmed? Neatly groomed bush. Impressive.
A thirties woman who takes good care of herself, huh?
Big tits, slim waist—explains why she could pull off clothes like this.
I wanted to see her breasts but had no idea how to undress her.
Take off the long sleeves completely? The front's low-cut, but probably can't fish them out that way.
Too much hassle, so I cut the front with scissors a bit and ripped it open with both hands.
Ruins the clothes, but better than the bother.
I snipped the center of her bra too, and it fell open, the padding plopping out.
What the fuck? Padding?
Her tits weren't tiny—maybe B-cup? But seeing they looked D-cup from outside felt like a scam, and disappointment hit.
Fuck, scammer bitch.
Come this far, can't back out. I spat on my glans.
Grabbed my dick, rubbed it against her pussy, then slowly pushed in.
Dry as hell, her tight pussy was hard to enter.
I kneaded her breasts while gently rocking my hips.
Teasing her nipples and the stimulation from my cock inside made her pussy gradually wet.
Once slick love juices coated me properly, I watched my glans get lubed up and thrust in deeper.
Root-deep now—finally felt good.
That squeezing pussy.
Not much sex experience? Or just naturally tight? She's prime fucking material.
Fuck, if not for the fake tits, she'd be perfect.
Three minutes left on Sleep. With my dick still inside, I moved to grab tape.
Covered her eyes, taped her mouth, twisted her arms behind and wrapped them tight.
Now she can't resist or use skills.
For the remaining time, I leaned back on the sofa, deliberately rocking my hips slowly into her pussy.
Sleep ended, and she woke right up.
"Mm-mm-mm!! Mm!"
Good, good—such a lively reaction.
Regaining her senses and realizing something was in her pussy, she thrashed wildly. But with arms bound and me between her legs, she couldn't move much.
I went to slap her cheek but worried about dislodging the tape, so I punched her stomach instead.
"Hng."
She gasped and curled forward.
The shock tightened her pussy around my dick even more.
Oh ho. This feels pretty damn good.
Like a kid discovering something new, I grinned at her and started rocking my hips.