Ska Rate (8): Flames of Lust and Destruction
Ska had incinerated every piece of clothing I was wearing except my panties. It was forced undressing via extremely precise mana control. The suit I'd ever worn—the one I loved most in my life—vanished so pointlessly.
Of course, the suit had already been ruined by Ska's collar-grab, its mana circuits fried. It was expensive trash with all functions offline. But there had still been a chance to repair it. Hell, maybe even recycle it.
"……."
But now, with not even ash left behind, that perfectly burned suit was gone from this world forever. Total annihilation. Eternal goodbye.
In the face of this horrific tragedy, Ska was panting excitedly, her cheeks flushed red. She was drunk on lust.
"Hah! Haah! Y-you, Paster... how dare you strut around with a body like this...! This is blackmail, right? 'Please, Lady Ska, fuck me!' You're seducing my womb!"
Ska was rambling something, but for some reason, it wasn't registering in my ears—I couldn't make out the words. My brain, shocked by the suit's pointless demise, was unconsciously filtering out the culprit.
"Paster... you've always been like this... Just being near you fills my head with sex, soaks my pussy instantly. You have no idea how hard it's been running into you at the guild. So... so this is your fault. This is self-defense!"
Even as Ska opened her mouth and spoke, all I heard was a tinnitus-like hum. But with her eyes practically sparkling with little hearts, her hot ragged breaths, and the saliva she kept swallowing non-stop, I could guess what bullshit she was spewing.
She was rationalizing her nonsense, dumping all the blame on me. Seeing this confirmed it: whether she liked me rationally or not, the red devil in front of me was the Ska I knew. Liking me didn't make her any less of a crazy bitch.
Ska Rate was just a crazy bitch who happened to like me, and knowing that changed nothing for me.
Realizing that left me hollow. I'd thought learning she liked me might make things a bit more comfortable between us.
Total delusion.
Ska and I had spent nearly my entire life together. Becoming close to her was a dream I longed for, even in my sleep.
The moment I thought it might come true, it got nailed shut as impossible forever. Despair spread through my whole body.
Screw the house, screw everything—maybe I should just bail.
I seriously considered it, staring at the Ska in front of me.
"Haah! S-suck... Th-then I'll strip you? For real! Rip open that Paster panty package and shove your dream dick—I've craved it for 15 years—into my hot fiery pussy?! Then blazing sex right now!!!"
Her lust-soaked face reached for my panties.
She was saying something, but it still wasn't coming through clearly. Whatever— it'd just be more useless crap anyway.
Hah, fuck....
Seeing that vulgar, lewd hand, my resolve tipped hard toward leaving.
If I didn't know Ska so well, I might've even welcomed her pouncing on me. She was an S-rank awakener, eldest daughter of the Rate family, world #2—strip away all that, and her looks alone could seduce any man effortlessly. A total knockout.
But I knew Ska too damn well, and the bad blood piled up from her made me unwilling to mix bodies with these uncomfortable feelings.
Yeah. Let's go. Just ditch Ska, Liar's Trap, everything. House loan? How the hell would they catch me anyway? Fuck it all. I'm out.
The second I seriously decided to bolt, faces of the few good people who'd treated me well flashed up—Ia Ris and Dr. Emme.
But they didn't shake my resolve. I could swing by on the way out. Lab or infirmary. Rabbit Hole made it possible.
Good. Then one last parting shot at Ska—really let her have it.
Not like this morning, rambling everything I wanted to say and blurting nonsense from nerves.
Short and clear. Like, 'You've been shit so far, let's never meet again, you crazy bitch.'
Ooh, that's solid. Yeah, go with that.
As I opened my mouth with the snappy line ready, Ska ripped my panties to shreds.
I was buck naked now, born as I was.
……F-fuck.
Stark naked in front of the devil. Even with my resolve to leave, anyone would panic.
The perfect moment to speak slipped by, and just as Ska hiked up her tights to bare her pussy—
BOOM!!!!
A massive hole blasted through the master bedroom wall, and a woman cloaked in white mana appeared.
"...Looks like I made it in time. Thank goodness."
Her infirmary whites fluttered in the wind. Like a comic book hero dropping a cool line on entry, and Ska's face twisted savagely.
"Ia Ris...!"
"Get away from Paster, you coward."
RUMBLE-RUMBLE-RUMBLE...!!!!!
Just one exchange of words, and the S-rank auras clashed mid-air, making the atmosphere tremble. No—the whole building was shaking.
Wh-what the actual fuck. What was happening?
A natural disaster was brewing right in front of me. If I wanted to live, I had to bail now. Rabbit Hole to Dr. Emme's lab—somewhere that could withstand S-rank power.
That was the smart move... but...
Crack... CRUNCH...!
CRASHHH...!
I couldn't tear my eyes from the house crumbling under the two S-ranks' mana blasts. Cold wind poured through the hole, cracks spiderwebbed the intact walls. The bed, unable to handle the pressure, POPPED!—spewing feathers from the A-rank gauss duck monster.
"Ah...."
The bed's destruction drew a sigh from me. My precious cuckoo clock, bought expensive from an antique shop and treasured, met the same fate soon after.
SMASH! Crack! THUNK!
Glass shattered, hour and minute hands snapped, the nest burst open like an explosion, and the cuckoo bird itself shattered into nothing, blown away by the wind.
Everything I'd built over two years, risking my life—my whole world was in this house. Every piece of furniture held my sweat, my memories.
Coming home exhausted and tormented by bitches like these, what comforted me were the memories in the furniture I'd built up.
CRUNCHHH!!! SCRREEECHHH!!! SNAP! ZZZZAPPP!!!!
Now, those memories were shattering to dust.
Sounds of breaking things echoed surround-sound through the house. And this was just them staring each other down—if they actually fought, it was obvious.
My two years of enduring every hardship, painstakingly built life, would vanish like it never existed.
Just moments ago, I'd been ready to screw the house, guild, loans—everything—and leave. But thinking it'd all be erased like it never was? I couldn't.
So instead of leaving, I decided on something else.
"Ia Ris, you think trash like you can beat me? That fancy regen of yours gonna handle my flames?"
Red fire bloomed on Ska's fingertip. Tiny flame, but packed enough heat to torch the whole building.
"You've pissed me off forever. Paster's mine. Some crazy bitch shows up acting all nice, polite, whatever—every fake-ass trick to seduce my Paster. Made me wanna kill you."
Aiming her finger at Ia Ris, Ska smirked leisurely.
"Today, that dream comes true. Normals evaporate pain-free, but you're an S-rank with regen. So you'll die slow and screaming."
Finishing there, Ska wiped the smile clean. Cold as a sniper, she declared:
"Now, off to hell."
With that, Ska compressed power into her finger. The flame condensed into a glowing orb. Radiant heat alone started melting nearby furniture.
Just before that insane energy bullet fired, I Rabbit Holed right in front of her.
And slapped my hand on her soft-yet-firm latex lower belly—right over her womb.
"Ah? P-Paster? What the—"
My sudden intrusion added panic to Ska's icy expression.
I whispered in her ear:
"You crazy bitch. You're fucked today."
With the long-pent-up wish from my heart, I activated Rabbit Hole on the hand against her lower belly.
ZZZZZAPPPPPPP!!!!
White sparks erupted.
"GYAAH, KKHIIIING!"
The red-haired S-rank awakener, Ska Rate, squirted pathetically and tumbled backward.