Ska Rate's Daring Sex Proposal
“Paster! L-let's have sex... with me!”
Ska Rate's shout, brimming with courage, echoed throughout Paster's entire penthouse. Even in a penthouse with perfect soundproofing, no wall could block the cry infused with an S-rank awakener's mana. That mating request reverberated, awakening the massive wall-mounted TV in the center of the living room. To be precise, it woke the bug dormant inside the TV.
Beep.
The high-performance bug, capable of detecting even the tiniest sounds, immediately fulfilled its mission upon activation. A bug's purpose was to transmit everything it secretly overheard to its owner. True to form, it successfully sent the "let's have sex" message to its master.
Right after the bug sent the recorded file, Ia Ris's phone buzzed in the infirmary. She had been shaking her legs and biting her nails.
Bzzz-.
The dry, short vibration signaled that the bug had sent a recording. There was only one place where Ia Ris had planted the bug and camera. She reflexively turned on her phone.
“F-finally, something came in. Paster's place has such solid soundproofing, I thought it wouldn't record until he left the room. D-did he come out now? No, no. If that were the case, the camera footage would have arrived too. Then what the hell is this?”
No trace of her usual intellectual poise remained in Ia Ris as she muttered guesses to herself. Right now, she was just an ordinary woman gripped by anxiety.
“Ugh...! Did I provoke Ska Rate for no reason earlier? What if that bitch loses it and pounces on Paster...? O-of course, Paster wouldn't go down easy, but what if she threatens to burn the house down and forces him? Sh-should I call now and tell him to run? I'll buy him dozens of penthouses, just get out!”
Ia Ris, idolized as the pinnacle of all awakeners, had instantly become an ordinary(?) woman. But the moment she realized it, her eyes sharpened in a flash.
...This won't do. I can't let unconfirmed nonsense dictate my actions if I want what I desire. Stay calm. Deep breaths.
Her cool-headedness, honed from splurging on luxuries, finally shone through. Deep breathing was one of her routines. Nothing beat it for regaining composure.
“Suuuup, foooo. Suuuup, foooooo...”
The small but deep breaths soothed her. Regaining her calm, she made her first rational judgment.
“I'll listen to the audio file first and decide. It's not too late yet. That idiot Ska Rate hasn't mustered the guts to confess properly in over ten years, right? Yeah, it's not too late. No way it is...”
Ia Ris's “no way it's too late...” lacked any real basis. It was just her desperate inner wish spilling out. Baseless or not, her fervent hope and firm belief steadied her heart. Fully composed, she elegantly tapped to play the recording.
‘Paster! L-let's have sex... with me!’
And the S-rank awakener's fervent cry shook the infirmary through her phone's speaker.
“......Hah.”
Her calm, stability, and faith exploded and vanished with one playback. All reason fled, leaving Ia Ris as nothing but a disaster wearing an S-rank awakener's skin.
“That crazy bitch.”
With a low curse, the overwhelming mana of an S-rank awakener began shaking the infirmary—no, the entire Liar's Trap guild.
Rumble rumble rumble...!
Weeeeeeeeeeeeeen!!!!!!
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Aaaargh!!! What the hell is this?! What's happening?! Evacuate first!!! We're all gonna die!!!
The emergency alarm blared, security shutters descended, and the anti-magic sprinklers released extinguishing mana. Guild members working or resting inside fled in panic. In the end, only Dr. Emme—who was safe no matter what happened in Liar's Trap—and the culprit behind the chaos, Ia Ris, remained.
“Direction is that way, full sprint takes about three minutes. Three minutes... Considering how long it takes Paster to go into the bathroom erect and come out relieved, I might block the creampie.”
Having caused this massive incident, Ia Ris ignored the guild's damages entirely, focusing all her attention on Paster beyond the window.
“Ska Rate, you cowardly dog bitch... What you want will never happen...!”
With those words, the massive mana shaking the guild compressed in an instant, enveloping her body. Colorless mana solidified into white aura wrapping her entirely, crushing her with skin-bursting pressure. But her unique healing kept her body pristine. Risk-free, she donned a powerful mana armor.
This was the world's top healer's sole combat technique: White Garment.
“Just you wait, you fucking bitch!”
Whoosh—boom!!!!
With a heartfelt vulgar curse, Ia Ris became a streak of white light hurtling toward Paster's penthouse.
Is this for real? Ska just asked me to have sex. And not while pretending to be hypnotized—this was sober Ska.
Back when I first hypnotized Ska, I asked if there was anything she wanted to do with me. She hemmed and hawed, glancing at me, then said, 'I-I want to introduce my lonely pussy to a new friend, Master... C-can you set up a blind date with your cock and my pussy?'—a plea so vulgar it made my body tremble.
It creeped me out so bad I yelled, 'How many porn demons are in your brain to spit out crap like that?!' and smacked her ass to educate her.
But thinking back, that was sober Ska talking. Yeah. Ska was just an insanely lewd bitch deep down.
Come to think of it, just flashing the hypnosis app made her rap out dirty talk like a machine gun. Without orders, she'd start the act and call herself 'naughty pussy slut,' 'slave,' 'pet,' 'sandbag,' 'foot mat,' 'Master's exclusive bidet' (I stopped that one—it crossed the line).
Hmm, Ska asking for sex isn't that weird. I've heard way filthier stuff from her countless times. To her, "let's have sex" is probably like "hey, long time no see"—casual greeting level.
Feeling like I'd overreacted, I got sheepish and reached to scratch my head. But Ska, face beet red, glared at me with ferocious eyes.
Uh...? What's this? Why's she mad? W-wait. Is she about to cry? Why?! No, why the hell?!
Not enough, she welled up tears in her sharp eyes. She looked like someone overwhelmed by unbearable shame, mixing rage, grievance, and pathos.
“U-uwu... E-eung... Euuung...”
Shit, she's really gonna cry. Even if it's perpetrator-from-birth Ska, seeing a pretty girl like her tearing up instinctively makes you think, Did I screw up? and reflect.
Why? I didn't do anything wrong. Nothing yet.
F-first, defuse this mood. If she cries, it's game over. Thanks to linking pinkies to open dialogue, talking to her felt surprisingly easy. I grinned and tossed a joke.
“Ska, why do you blurt out 'let's have sex' on impulse, then glare like you're embarrassed and pissed after? Someone might think it's real. Ahaha!”
“......”
“Hahaha! Ha. Ha...”
“......”
“...Hey, Ska. Are you actually embarrassed?”
“......Hic. Euu, euuuung!”
My final question was the perfect finisher, shattering her patience. Tears rolled from her big, sharp eyes, yet they stayed locked on me, burning with fury.
As a kid, I once ditched our playdate promise at her mansion after playing with school friends too long. Rushing back late, Ska's eyes were exactly like that. Being young, I got dragged into three straight days of real husband-wife play before escaping.
But now Ska was grown, no longer satisfied with kiddie games. She wanted one thing: man and woman united, semen and love juices painting the sky, rainbows through the particles.
I sensed I was screwed. But running? That'd turn this house into ashes again.
“Uwaaaa! You idiot dumb dog!”
For some reason, Ska's speech regressed to baby talk as she charged. Guess it's true people get childish when rage overrides reason. Amid stray thoughts, I couldn't dodge the beast-like Ska pouncing with eyes full of fury and tears.
S-rank physical prowess pinned me instantly beneath her. Fully subdued, she dripped tears of frustration, grabbed my collar, and bellowed the loaded question threateningly.
“Answer me, Paster! Sniff, are you gonna fuck me or not?!”
Normally, I'd say 'No way in hell!' but impossible now. I gave the answer she craved.
“Y-yeah, I w—aaack?!”
Whoosh!
The moment I consented, Ska incinerated my clothes in a flash.