Ska Rate (9): 15 Years of Pent-Up Rage
This was the first time I'd ever felt such intense rage. Ska—no, this crazy bitch—knew exactly what my home meant to me, yet she felt zero remorse. I looked down at Ska, who was climaxing hard as a spark pierced her lower abdomen. Saliva dripped from her mouth unnoticed, and she panted in confusion. The effect was definitely working.
"Agh, aaagh···♡ Haaah♡ Wh-what... is this···♡"
"Proper education."
"Wh-what? What do you... mean···."
Zzzzap!!!
"Kyaaahhh!"
Cutting off her question, I sent another spark into her bulging lower abdomen. Ska's back arched violently as she climaxed again. An S-rank awakener's recoil nearly launched her upward, but I clamped my thighs around her waist, preventing disaster.
"Hek! Heh... haaah! Hak!"
Watching Ska crumble at my slightest touch, it hit me—this must be that day. The day I'd dreamed of settling things with these S-rank bitches, especially Ska, who'd tormented me the longest. I never imagined it'd come like this. But once started, there was no stopping. I wouldn't quit until "sorry" came out of Ska's mouth.
I lightly slapped the cheek of Ska, who twitched and leaked fluids from her pussy.
Slap.
"Snap out of it. And listen to me."
Me slapping Ska's cheek—something I'd only fantasized about. Doing it for real got me excited. But she was still out of it, so only I felt the impact. Annoyed, I squeezed her womb again with Rabbit Hole sparks.
Zzzzap!
"Heeeeek!!!"
Unlike the slap, her reaction was instant. Ska arched again, and light returned to her dazed eyes. She'd snapped back.
Ska passed out and woke up every time my spark-wreathed hand pressed her womb. News to me.
After multiple quick blackouts, the shock must've hit hard. In slurred speech, she asked,
"Ahh, haaah. Wh-what... is this··· P-Paster♡ D-did... you do this···?"
Instead of words, I pressed my fingertip firmly on her spasming womb, still echoing with sparks.
"Eek!? Hyaah♡ M-my... womb! My S-rank godly womb is being ravaged by Paster's F-rank worthless tactic!!"
Ska spewed vulgar nonsense like a broken machine, arching again. Embarrassed just hearing it, I clamped her mouth shut with my free hand.
"Mmph?!"
"Shut up! I don't wanna hear that trash talk!"
I yelled for real, and Ska's eyes widened in shock. She finally sensed the serious mood and went quiet. Normally, she'd ignore my shouts and keep talking... but now my hand rested on her lower abdomen. One wrong move, and sparks would hit. She had no choice but to yield.
Finally, a chance to talk. Though we'd pinky-sworn earlier... How'd it end up like this? Fuck, because this bitch couldn't hold her temper and burned all my clothes. Thinking about it pissed me off more. Self-Q&A in my head, and it all circled back to Ska's fault. Rage boiled over, snapping something crucial in my mind with a crack.
Ah, right. This redheaded cunt under me was the root of everything. And just like that, I went cold. Reason returned; I objectively assessed the situation. Sage time after emotional peak. I was more rational, intellectual than ever.
But no brakes. Meaning...
"Hey, I've put up with a lot for a really long time."
Zzzzap!!!
"Kuhhhh♡!!!"
...no more holding back in words or actions. Sparks stabbed her lower abdomen; Ska curled her toes and squirted. Her tights contained it somewhat, but it soaked her thighs anyway. S-rank squirting was no joke.
Ignoring her mess, I unloaded the grudges I'd bottled up.
"Fifteen years. That's how long you've clung to me and ruined everything."
Finish a line, spark her womb.
Zzzzap!!!
Ska, unconscious moments ago, arched like a shrimp and woke. Mouth covered, still climaxing, she couldn't resist.
"Ughhh♡ Puhhh!!!"
All she could do was muffled pleas for mercy through my fingers.
"Fifteen years of forcing hard mode on my life. I finally get a home, a chance to breathe, and that bugs you?"
Zzzzzap!!!!
Pleas or not, I tuned her out. Just vent, spark her soft belly. Nothing else mattered.
"Mmmph!!!! Ugh! Hngh···! Grhhh♡"
Light faded from Ska's eyes. Blacked out again. Seeing her helpless, squirting and cycling unconsciousness at my whim—my rock-bottom self-esteem ticked up. I made Ska cum! I can dominate Ska! Not chest-thumping proud, but... satisfying.
Shaking off the thought, I pressed her abdomen to wake her with sparks.
Zzt!
"Keeeek?!!"
"Hey, quit passing out. This is tiring for me too."
Limp Ska convulsed back to awareness. Firing sparks repeatedly taught me output control. Waking her each time was a hassle. So, I'd dial it to climax without blackout. Hell for her, but... not my problem.
Casually fired a non-knockout spark.
Zzt!
"Ughhh♡?!! Mmph! Mmmph?!!"
Forced to endure the afterglow fully conscious, Ska looked up in unprecedented panic. Her eyes screamed, 'Just knock me out, you sick perv!' Fifteen years forced together—I could read her stares. But no mercy. 'No more waking her up. Nice.' On with the grievances.
"Remember when I broke my arm playing at your house as a kid? You said it was my weakness. Even though you started the armbar practice."
Zzt!
"Hngggg!!! Hng♡!! Haaah♡!!"
"I left the orphanage to job hunt right away. But you dragged me into the academy for elites—'need a servant'—no goodbyes to orphanage kids."
Zzt!
"Kngh♡!?!? Hm... haaah♡!!!"
"Academy? Only one without a family name. Day one: trash bin. Eating together disgusted them, so toilet meals daily. Water dumped on me every other day. No seat in class! Kicked on streets, fractured ribs!! Hey, you bitch!"
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzap!!
"Kheeeeeek!?!!"
Memories surged; curses slipped, power amped accidentally.
"Haa... haa... fuu..."
Deep breaths calmed me. Academy trauma too dark—bury it deeper. Instinct blurred it again. Heart settled; I gazed down.
"Uh, hngh, hek···! Grk···."
Full-power spark pulverized her abdomen; Ska rolled eyes, shuddered. Warmth leaked from tights—unconscious piss.
"...Haa. What a pointless mess."
Suddenly hollow. Released her mouth—palm soaked in drool. Not gross, oddly. Wiped on leg, woke her.
"Hey, get up."
Zzt.
"Hyaak?!"
Sparked thigh, not abdomen—no climax, just awake. Ska scanned confusedly, met my eyes, flinched.
"Uh, ugh."
Even S-rank Ska feared massive shocks like incontinence. I looked down at her slightly terrified. Her eyes—fear, anxiety, unease, regret, faint hope, lust. Shock: Ska afraid of me.
Honestly, tiring. I'm no sadist thrilled by torment. Pure-love guy craving emotional exchange.
...The earlier thrill? Just novel seeing my tormentor helpless under me, climaxing at my whim. Yeah! That's it!
Affirmed my tastes, spoke seriously.
"Ska."
"...Uh, yeah?"
"Frankly, tons more to say, but I'm exhausted. Being with you stresses me out."
"Huh?"
Ska paled. Then gripped my wrist with impossible strength for her drained state.
Grip.
S-rank even exhausted: monster. But no pain—just her desperation not to let go.
"Uh, uhh... snff···."
"...Ska?"
Clutching my wrist, tears welled in her big eyes as she begged.
"Paster... d-don't abandon me. I'll do... anything···."
The vulnerable Ska I'd glimpsed before, pleading under me. Only one reply.
"No... I wasn't done talking."
If "stressed by you" ended it, I'd have bolted. Why interrupt? Such a hothead.