Hunt 2
The yellow-haired bitch went flying backward with a tremendous crash. The force was enough to punch through the apartment's outer wall. I started worrying if her gut had been pierced instead. Her head, hurtling through the air, scraped against the rooftop floor and tumbled. She let out a faint groan.
"Shit..."
Even from a distance, it looked painful. Her face had been scraped raw. But she lightly stroked her belly and rose to her feet. She readjusted her crooked white mask.
Fuck. She was completely fine. No time to panic now.
"Oho... got some grit, huh? Most would've surrendered after that."
"You cock-sucking bastard..."
"How was it? Delicious, my special dish?"
The yellow-haired one crumbled her black tentacles into bits, melting them into liquid. The tentacles on the floor dissolved into a black puddle. Rising triumphantly from it was an S-rank nude straight out of some porn main feature. Soon, black marshmallow-like slime crawled up her legs. Her flesh absorbed the blackness like ink-soaked rice paper. In the end, it seamlessly transformed back into the clothes she'd been wearing.
"Fun. Never thought I'd have to go all out against a human like you."
She licked her lower lip, glaring at me. It must've been a huge hit, but surprisingly, she seemed unscathed. No, she looked like she was feeling pleasure more than pain. Shaking off her body lightly, she growled, "Heh heh heh! Nice... excite me more!"
A low, sinister laugh leaked from her torn lips. Her eyes, drunk on the ecstasy of assured victory, gleamed with madness.
Why? Why was she so sure she'd win?
Whoosh! In an instant, she vanished from sight. Her arrogant voice echoed through the air.
"Try withstanding my full-power attack, you worthless cock."
Her declaration of a finisher move threw me off for a second, but I'd prepped Plan B and C for this bitch. Backing out of her tentacle range, I taunted, "Didn't your boss teach you to start with your ultimate against enemies? What's with that pathetic show? Mock exams are for treating like the real thing."
"Shut your mouth, human. One more word."
"One more!"
"You fucking dog shit!!"
"Come on, shit for brains! Time to dance again! Dance!"
I unleashed fireballs from both hands. Her ragged breaths, jiggling tits, long-legged jumps, movement patterns, attack styles, tentacle range... all that data fed into my calculations. The yellow-haired bitch dodging my fireballs was pissed as hell. Sorry, but my fireballs are unlimited.
"Pick up the tempo!"
Her dodging looked just like a Western flick where a guy forces a dance at gunpoint.
"Nice moves."
"Cowardly fuck! If you're gonna fight dirty, cut off your dick!"
"Oh my~ Sister, you're the cowardly one."
I mocked her in a high-pitched voice.
"You bastard dog!!!!!!"
The opening I'd baited. Enraged, her eyes rolled back as she charged with tentacles leading—right into my trap. Time for my Oscar-worthy acting.
"Don't come closer... scary. You'll regret it."
Despite my terrified scream, she didn't even snort. If anything, she panted harder, more excited. "Last chance—pray to whatever god you believe in? Or should I castrate that tiny dickhead? Heh heh... you're dead now!"
She closed to my calculated distance. I spun around construction materials, dodging her tentacles. Her attacks grew fiercer.
"Y'know, I get why Baal doesn't recruit you. You're the kid he threw away, right?"
"What???"
I could almost hear her eyes flipping. Nailed the sore spot. That's when it happened.
Crack!!
Charging me, she wrapped a tentacle around an AC outdoor unit on the roof. Grind! Hiss—! It crumpled, refrigerant leaking out. She was countering my heat with AC coolant. My endless fireballs had her desperate.
"You a demon? Smart for one. Thought they were all brain-dead."
Frost formed on her tentacles. Coolant droplets trickled coldly. It started offsetting my flames' heat. Using the unit as a shield, she blocked fireballs and closed in fast. She eyed cement bags, but I wasn't falling for the same trick.
"Gonna have to harvest you. I'll make you my minion."
"Crazy fuck. Don't delude yourself I'd serve trash like you."
I circled a specific spot, minimizing dodge space. Countering flying tentacles with fireballs. The moment she slipped past one to reach me—
"Flame Shield!"
I wrapped my body in fire. Engulfed in flames like a living fireball, her attacking tentacles hesitated. I'm immune to fire—not a hair singed.
"What... clones?"
"Clones? Heh heh heh."
Flame Shield turned me into a bonfire, waiting. Sure enough, her tentacles held back. She redirected, hunting throwables. Fully shielded, she panicked, out of options.
"Cowardly fuck..."
"You're holding up well. Two minutes already..."
"What're you on about."
"No cramps down there? Getting horny?"
"What kinda bullshit—"
She twitched mid-stare-down, crossing thighs and squirming.
"You. Mid-fight, gotta pee?"
"What the hell did you do to me?!"
Outdoor test of my summon 'Quick Stool's' power. Its pink gas dispersed fast outside, unlike indoors.
"About five cubic meters outdoors... levels up the range?"
"Blurp~ Oink? ♥"
"You get it now?"
Quick Stool replied from hiding in cement bags—the safest spot. She knew flying cement hurt her, so no tentacles there. This whole fight? Experimenting my summons' abilities.
Pffft~ A faint leather horn toot from her ass. Her masked ears flushed red.
"Fuck... no way, that... Gangnam Mud Festival power? What awakening bullshit is this..."
"Not my power. Keep doing home stuff outside, it becomes habit. Ladies don't fart anywhere, bitch."
"Cowardly fuck!"
She ditched the fight to flee. Dignity over battle. But my fireballs blocked her escape.
"Dog bastard... fuck... you goddamn shit-cock dog."
She trembled, cursing. Limit reached. I fireballed paths to trap her. I looked more demonic now—like a fire devil tormenting a slender girl? Dropped Flame Shield, all-in on blocking her front.
Another superpower: I get stronger bullying others!!
Boom!!!
Fireball smashed her back. Last one, she didn't even dodge—too busy clenching her ass in crisis.
Splat. She collapsed beautifully, tragic heroine-style. Face-down, her ass 'blurped' up white smoke, trailing into the air. I could imagine the stench.
"You shat!!!"
"Hweeeeng! You bastard dog..."
Human body couldn't handle it. I sat cross-legged, watching her agony. She muffled sobs face-down, then clamped her mouth.
"Hngh!"
More white steam from her ass. She wailed into her hand.
"Block your lower hole, not your mouth."
"Kkhup... kkhup..."
"Thought you liked going into heat with all that talk."
"You... you... fucking... hweeeeng! Cheating..."
She reached for me.
"Speak right, shithead. Ugh, stinks. Scram."
"Fucking... dog!"
Emptied guts and all, she staggered up. Black tentacles lashed wildly, like rabid snakes from all sides. They reeked—her clothes-turned-tentacles, soiled.
T-16 hell never scared me like this.
"Your scariest attack yet!"
Even Quick Stool's mental nuke didn't break her. Insane willpower! I bolted back, dodging max.
"Master said avoid street-shitters. Away, shithead!"
"Die! Die! Die!"
She extended tentacles long, fully nude now. Shit-smeared iron rods chased me. Utterly pissed. Her body? Wide open.
Battle gains: objective read on my strength, speed, power. Strong enough to claim demon hunter anywhere. But handling a shit-tentacle psycho? Nah. Can't dirty my hands.
"Hey! SpongeBob! Help out."
Thwack!!!
SpongeBob's inverted triangle muscle flexed a king-sized fist. It smashed down on yellow hair.
"Guhk!!!"
"......"
Shit-tentacle chase ended anticlimactically. SpongeBob waited for my order, striking her opening.
"Yo, SpongeBob. Don't turn her to pulp!!"
SpongeBob scratched his trapezius—headless, it was his head. Yellow hair crumpled in a cement crater.
"Aigoo... shithead."
Her pose was pathetic: pale ass skyward, gaping pink anus twitching. Head smashed into cement.
"Yo, you're alive. No playing dead."
No soul harvest alert—over 10% HP.
"Bastard dog... bastard dog... bastard dog..."
Her rage-mumbled like a chant.
"You're such a perv. Just like gorillas flinging shit."
"Bastard dog... fuck... I'll kill you for sure..."
She waited for me to approach. Not falling for traps.
"SpongeBob. Don't kill, just beat her compliant."
Fist clenched, SpongeBob advanced.
"Can't forgive!!!"
She spring-launched at me. Black suit exploded into dozens of iron-spike tentacles. Last-ditch power squeeze. But spikes wrapping her exposed more flesh.
"Perv bitch. Ease up."
No Flame Shield needed. Kuma and Puuh flew from sides—meat shields summoned for finale. Both hid monster cores in bear plush forms.
"Diiiie!!!"
Airborne at me, her spikes slashed empty air. Rage-blinded, blind to flanking Kuma and Puuh.
Thud!
Kuma slammed her left first. 2-meter monster full-force shoulder-checked; she spun midair, tentacles whiffing.
"Gaaak!"
Spinning, Puuh mauled right. Giant yellow claws shredded suit and flesh. Blood splattered cement.
"Uwaaaak!"
Her scream echoed the roof. Kuma and Puuh shoulder-bumped, squashing her between like a bug.
"Whoa. That hurts."
Ouch just watching. They grabbed, slammed her to cement.
Bam!
Head cratered floor, cracks spiderwebbed, dust rose. Kuma stomped her back; tentacles flopped limp.
"Kkhuhk..."
She groaned. Face buried, only ass up. Kuma pinned her nape.
"Good. Now she'll listen."
I approached slow. Kuma and Puuh flanked vigilant.
"Ughhh..."
Still conscious, trembling faintly.
"Ah... too stinky to get close."
Puuh yanked her head up by hair. White-masked. What face hid inside?
"Puuh, rip the mask."
Puuh gripped, tore it off like Velcro.
Revealed: faint double eyelids, sharp nose, bloody lips—but stunning face.
"What. Pretty hot for an old hag?"
Oval egg face, crisp features. But eyes still murder-filled.
"You... I'll... kill... you..."
She spat blood. Puuh smashed head down.
Bam!
"Kkhuhk!"
Deeper crater. Puuh lifted, slammed again.
Bam!
"Auuu..."
Again.
Bam!
Her eyes lost focus. But curses leaked.
"Die... you... I'll..."
Kuma stomped back, burying deeper. Puuh kept head-slams.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
"Stop. Don't kill."
I raised hand; they halted. She barely moved, body torn, blood pooling.
"Yellow hair. You killed this world's me... but I won't kill you. Get it?"