Ia Ris (!!!) 1
Ska Rate. Liar's Trap's S-rank awakener and the monster among monsters who held the #2 spot in the world awakener rankings. The candle-flame-sized flicker dancing on her fingertip could reduce house-sized beasts to ash piles. Awakeners called S-rankers "those above the heavens." It was spot on. Even if dozens of combat-type A-rank awakeners swarmed her, they couldn't lay a finger on a healer like me. That was the gap between S-rank and everyone else.
At first glance, S-rank awakeners might seem like gods. But even among us S-rankers, there were a few we could only gaze up at like the sky itself. Ska Rate was one of them. Even as fellow S-rankers, she and I were worlds apart—heaven and earth.
I'd lost my mind at the thought of her stealing Paster's virginity and come charging in like this. But even then, I'd never dreamed I could beat her. Pour all my mana into self-healing, rush to Paster, force him to use Rabbit Hole, and escape together. That was my only shot at survival. Ska Rate wasn't even an opponent you could fight—she was a walking natural disaster...
And yet...
"Nngiiiit!!! Hng, hngghuk! Hiiiiiik!!!"
That natural disaster was crumbling under an F-rank awakener's gentle touch. Every time his fingers brushed her, a geyser of squirt erupted from her pussy wrapped in black special latex. Spurt! Spuuurt!
"Hak, hauk! Heuuk! Haa! Haa! N, nnggh..."
Ska Rate's eyes rolled back, her tongue lolled out, and her lips curled in a dumb grin utterly unlike the Ska Rate I knew. Right now, she was just a bitch in heat... no, a sow in rut.
I tore my eyes from the pathetic sight and locked onto the man responsible. Paster was mercilessly pressing down on Ska Rate's lower abdomen with his fingertips.
His face never gets old. Freshly woken Paster was always so, so cute I couldn't help wanting to kidnap him... No, that's not it.
"Ahem!"
I cleared my throat to chase away the stray thoughts and focused on him. Paster was pissed. The proof? He was staring down at Ska Rate—someone he could barely make eye contact with normally—with cold, pitiless eyes.
Why was Paster so mad? The question dissolved with his next words.
"Hey, you fucking bitch. You think I'm some pussy you can fuck with just 'cause I've been putting up with your shit? Does smashing up some guy's perfectly fine house feel that good?"
Paster had bought this place with a loan. Even to me, it was nice enough to justify rushing into debt for. Plus, after two years crammed in Liar's Trap's tiny dorm, living in his own space must've felt like a dream come true.
And we'd wrecked that soul-soothing sanctuary—Ska Rate and me. No wonder he was furious. Paster... after he's done punishing Ska Rate, will he turn that anger on me too? God, that'd be perfect. Just imagining him unleashing all that emotion on me alone made my lower belly throb.
Until now, Paster had feared us S-rankers. He could barely string words together around us, fleeing the moment we so much as scowled. To an F-rank like him, we were terrifying by default.
But now, the guy who'd trembled at our mere presence was yelling at us. This was only the second time I'd seen him snap at an S-rank like this. Last time, worry had outweighed the anger, but now? Pure rage.
Paster, rage incarnate, placed his hand back on the fainted Ska Rate's lower belly.
"Wake up, you mangy bitch."
As his fury toward Ska Rate boiled over, white sparks erupted from his right hand again—the ones that flared when he used Rabbit Hole.
Pzzt! Pzzzt!
It was a trick he used in dungeons to draw aggro from beasts. And now he was using it on Ska Rate.
"Hiiiing!"
Before I could even think, 'That actually works?', Ska Rate arched her back like a freshly caught fish and snapped awake. Gasping raggedly, she scanned her surroundings, confusion flooding her eyes.
"Hak, haak! Wh-what? What the hell happened? Huh? Paster? Why are you on top of me? I was definitely about to throw down with Ia Ris..."
Seems like she had no memory after his touch. Strong enough to wipe an S-ranker's mind? From Paster, who had zero power beyond running? My heart pounded at the thought of being next. Getting scolded by him for the first time—my first experience. So I needed to prep to make it easy for him.
A woman's first time was hugely important, after all. I slipped off my white coat, folded it neatly, and stacked my blouse and skirt on top. Left in just my underwear, it hit me.
Am I just a total perv? Stripping to get punished? No matter how much nicer I'd been to Paster than the others—no scoldings before—this was beyond the pale. Common sense said no.
To Paster, I was one of the few "normal" ones. That's how I'd kept a closer bond than the rest. If I stripped naked, bowed, and begged for punishment? He'd freak, Rabbit Hole out, and vanish where we'd never catch him.
No way. I'd come to my senses a bit late, but I hurriedly dressed in my neatly folded clothes. Luckily, Paster was laser-focused on Ska Rate and missed my idiocy.
Whew... close call.
Relieved I hadn't earned his disgust, I sighed in relief. I'd figure out how to get punished when the time came. Refocusing on Ska Rate, she didn't seem fazed by his rage. Makes sense—she'd tormented him most among S-rankers, so she'd been "hypnotized" the most. The opposite of me, who'd never faked it except that first time he tested the app on me.
Thinking that stirred serpentine jealousy in my gut. Unlike the others, I'd been good to Paster. That's why I was one of the few he actually liked. When we spent time together, he'd smile sometimes—those billion-dollar smiles he never showed them, lavished on me. Then he'd blush, embarrassed by his full grin, and turn away. Nights like that? Sleep was impossible.
Anyone without self-healing would've died of a heart attack witnessing it. That was my unique reward for being nicer. But the tradeoff? I couldn't get "hypnotized." Paster only used the app on people who'd been total assholes to him.
The bitches who got it used the "hypnosis" excuse to spew whatever they wanted and do whatever. Next day at the guild, they'd show up with smug, satisfied smiles. What the hell did they do with him to look that blissed out?
Staring at them sparked eye contact, inevitably met with their infuriating glare: 'I rolled over like a dog for Paster. What'd you do?' It always sent a creepy snake slithering up my insides, tempting me to act like a bitch too. Hurt him, and he'd hypnotize me next.
But I'd recall his gentle smiles—just for me—and tamp it down.
"I don't know what's going on, but move, Paster. You on top of me? That doesn't even make sense right now..."
"Ha, you psycho bitch. Keep talking shit. Let's just end this today."
Pzzt! Pzzzt!
"Kyaaaaah♡"
But seeing Ska Rate's blissed-out face as she savored his touch... I couldn't hold back anymore. Getting stroked over my womb by him had to feel way better than just his smiles.