Ska's Defiant "No"
"…"
"…"
Ska clamped her mouth shut, her face flushing red with embarrassment over her sudden outburst. Sweat, tears, saliva—every fluid her face could produce except snot—had drenched her completely, even soaking her bangs. The saying that a wet woman is sexy applied surprisingly well to Ska too. No, a normal wet Ska would just be a wet Ska, but right now, she was utterly drained of strength, her emotions settled into a pitiful calm. That's why she looked so damn hot to me.
And well… when a guy sees something sexy, it's only natural for one particular body part to stand at attention. Blood started rushing to my dick, which had been resting against her solar plexus until now.
As I watched that natural process unfold, it hit me—I'd realized something extremely important.
Fuck, I'm naked!
Being naked right now meant I'd been naked even while sitting on her stomach and venting my rage. In other words, I'd been rubbing my cock against her midsection the whole time.
Overwhelmed by boiling shame, I immediately used Rabbit Hole to teleport to the changing room. Thanks to Ska's mana rampage, it was a mess in there too, but I managed to find some panties and a tracksuit to throw on. I dressed quickly and teleported right back, landing on top of her like nothing had happened.
I was hoping to just pretend everything was fine, but…
"…Hey, Paster. Did you just get hard because of me?"
As always, my hopes were dashed by Ska. In the few seconds it took me to change, she'd recovered enough to look somewhat alive again. And whenever Ska started looking perky, some bullshit always followed.
"Heh heh, I get it. You couldn't hold back after seeing me, huh? See? Even if your mouth says no, your body's honest."
Exactly like that. Convinced my erection was because of her body, Ska wore a triumphant grin, as if she'd never been sniffling moments ago. Her usual cocky attitude was worlds apart from that pitiful state—and utterly repulsive.
"So, what exactly made it grow? Did sitting on me and looking down feel that good? Makes sense—it's a view you'd never get normally, so it must feel fresh. Heh heh heh."
Even pinned under my ass, Ska laughed with that infuriating, leisurely smugness, like she was still on top. I was so pissed seeing her face that I nearly zapped her with sparks again.
"…Gulp."
A bead of cold sweat trickled down her pale neck, and I heard the dry swallow from her throat. Huh? It was a tiny reaction I could easily ignore, but with all my focus on Ska, I caught it crystal clear.
"H-Heh heh! So, Paster, you just gonna sit on my stomach forever? Don't be such a wimp—do something manly. Today, you can use my mouth, tits, pussy—anything goes…"
I just stared silently, boring holes into her. Ska kept up her relaxed facade with a faint smile, taunting me. She pushed her massive tits together with her arms, parted her lips, and flicked her tongue—pure seduction, the picture of total confidence. Anyone would think she was in control: Even under you, I'm the one dominating. You're below me, and that never changes. As if my emotional outburst meant nothing.
But I smirked leisurely and caught the flicker of caution in her red pupils as she subtly scanned my expression.
This bitch is gauging my reaction.
If she's watching my eyes, that means I'm holding the advantage in this standoff. Ska wasn't relaxed—she was pretending to be.
Once I realized that, everything she was doing clicked into place: one desperate goal. Before I changed clothes, she'd been trembling like an abandoned puppy, eyes glistening. But the second I returned dressed, she flipped to this fake chill vibe. She shifted the topic to my erection from her body, then suddenly offered her body up with a tempting pose.
If she just wanted to seem relaxed, her usual "So, Paster, that's all you got?" with a snort would've sufficed. But this? Over-the-top brainlet desperation—full grovel mode.
And the reason for that pathetic act? Only one: to erase what I'd just said. Being around you is stressful in itself. She'd been so shaken she'd practically begged me not to abandon her.
I got wanting to change the subject. But like I said before, that wasn't the end of what I had to say. Cutting me off there and derailing was straight-up malicious.
"Paster? Why aren't you saying anything or doing anything? Scared? It's fine—I told you, today I'll accept any of your perverted kinks, so go ahead and—"
"Ska, stop changing the subject. You've been dragging me around by force for 15 years—think that shitty acting will fool me?"
"Eek?!"
Hit right on the mark, Ska whipped her head away to avoid my gaze and muttered under her breath in a tiny, grumpy voice.
"You never notice when I show I like you… but you're sharp as hell now…"
Whatever nonsense about liking me—she could shove it. What mattered was finishing what I started. I grabbed her chin with my bare hand, forcing her to meet my eyes. She could've resisted easily, but she just widened her eyes in surprise, blushed, and obeyed my touch.
"Finish hearing me out. I said it before: being around you is stressful for me."
"D-Don't say that!"
"Stress" must've been her berserk button—Ska clamped my wrist with inhuman speed. Seeing tears well up again made me dread she'd pull this crap once more. No way. If she dragged this out with more erection talk or fake chill, I'd lose my mind from frustration.
She was acting up because she feared I'd leave her side. So, to calm her, I needed to reassure her I wasn't going anywhere—for now. I hated doing this lovey-dovey shit with Ska, but to move the conversation forward, no choice.
I used Rabbit Hole just on my trapped right arm to slip free.
"Ah…"
The instant my wrist vanished from her grip, Ska's face drained pale—but it flushed beet red at what I did next.
"P-P-P-Paster, th-this is f-finger-l-linking…?!"
I'd intertwined our fingers in that lover's grip. I figured it'd ease her anxiety enough to listen. Thankfully, it worked—she calmed down.
"Th-this is that lover's handhold you hear about? Exchanging affection—isn't it basically sex? Am I having sex with Paster right now?"
…No, fuck, let's talk already!
I gathered my frustration from my core and yelled at her flushed face.
"Just listen to the end for once! This is the last time. Interrupt again, and I'll ditch this talk and leave for real. Shut up, open your ears, and hear me out. Got it?"
"Eek! …Y-Yeah."
Sensing it was final, Ska obeyed, nodding with her mouth shut. But she gripped our linked hands tighter, eyes cautiously watching me, just in case I bolted. Seeing that, one thing hit me: Ska looked stunning when she dropped the act.
But no matter how gorgeous, it didn't erase 15 years of bullshit. So, I finally said what I'd always wanted to.
"Ska, you've wronged me a ton. 15 years of it—and without this mess, you'd have kept going. I'd have bailed first, though."
"Eek…!"
At "bailed," she squeezed our hands harder. Ignoring the pressure, I pressed on.
"Even if you didn't realize, put yourself in my shoes—you know you treated me like total shit."
By now, tears pooled in her eyes. Her tear glands were as prolific as her tits. Water elemental or something? Shaking off the dumb thought, I delivered the part I wanted most.
"Haa… Still, we've known each other 15 years. Almost every day was hell, but thinking back, you made some happy moments too. Hell, I only got this place because you forced me into Liar's Trap."
"…!"
"Don't give me those hopeful eyes. Not forgiving you. Got no shame?"
"…"
"Not saying I'll never forgive, though. Hate turns to affection eventually. Gotta see your face to pay off this house loan anyway."
I'd deliberately skipped mentioning her "immunity privilege." If she invoked it for wrecking the place, property damage charges vanish, and all repairs become my debt. Fuck, I didn't want to, but I had no choice. I wanted to cut ties and run, but reluctantly, I gave her a shot at forgiveness.
"So… apologize for the last 15 years. Sincerely. Then… I'll forgive everything."
For Ska, one sentence could wipe her karma with her crush. Obvious lose for me—refusing would make her the ultimate idiot.
"…N-No♡"
But she refused. Not shocking—classic Ska.
"Well, can't be helped."
I nodded indifferently and slammed the strongest spark ever—past and present—right into her lower abdomen.
ZZZZZAP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ska passed out without a scream. Her pussy convulsed in orgasm beyond limits, squirting like a human sprinkler as proof.
After dealing with sprinkler-Ska, I turned to the other culprit.
"Ia Ris, don't you have something to say to me?"
"Heh, heek!"
Hearing my question, Ia Ris's legs gave out, and she collapsed to the floor.