Ia Ris (......) 1
What Paster had done to Ska Rate utterly demolished the image of him I'd built up in my mind.
Up until now, objectively speaking, Paster had just been an F-rank awakener—handsome, kind-hearted, considerate, quick on the uptake, with a charming smile, big hands, tall and stately, and a soothing voice that was easy on the ears. But after witnessing him completely read the transcendent Ska Rate like an open book—playing with her entirely at his whim—and seeing that thing of his turn ferociously erect in a way that didn't match his warm features once blood rushed in... he started looking like a man who could dominate any woman.
"Ia Ris, don't you have something to say to me?"
The moment that real man, Paster, locked eyes with me and spoke, I began imagining all the things that were about to happen to me.
The fact that Ska Rate hadn't even been able to resist and had taken it like that meant every trick he pulled would work on me too. My only edge over her was my healing ability. His absolute lightning ignored even an S-rank awakener's superior resistance and defenses, forcing orgasms whenever he wanted, making her squirt uncontrollably. There was no mercy in passing out from pleasure beyond limits—my body would be made to spray fluids from every inch in an orgasmic hell.
Any S-rank pride or willpower I had would crumble to scraps in an instant, and I'd willingly strip naked, bowing my head at his feet. A single gesture from Paster, and I'd climax repeatedly, begging for more with coquettish pleas. Imagining that made me realize how foolish it had been to feel possessive over him until now.
"Heh, hehk!"
His gaze alone made my legs give out, and I collapsed to the floor. Hiccuping from the shock, I was nothing but a helpless female.
Ska Rate had wrecked Paster's house and ended up splayed like a frog, passed out in humiliation. Fair was fair—if I'd helped trash the place too, I deserved the same treatment.
Finally. Finally, it was my turn to get something from Paster.
Having slumped to the floor, I had no choice but to look up at him. From below, Paster embodied the superior male born to dominate females. My heart pounded, my lower belly throbbing. Just gazing up at him—being looked down on—had my body ready for fertilization. I could feel my underwear soaking through in real time.
"Haa... haa..."
My breathing grew ragged, my vision narrowing. My mind filled only with Paster and the process of conception.
Paster tilted his head, looking puzzled at my state, then asked in his incredibly gentlemanly tone, "Ia Ris, are you hurt somewhere? Did you get injured clashing with Ska earlier?"
"Y-yes? Oh, n-no! I'm fine! Totally okay!"
Paster might be a superior male, but his fundamental goodness hadn't changed. If he thought I was in pain, his considerate nature would have him flashing that warm smile, escorting me home like always—no matter how much I'd messed up.
To avoid that disaster, I struck a double biceps pose to prove my health. I wasn't some physical enhancer with bulging muscles—just soft yet firm arms—but it was enough to show I was perfectly fine. Paster seemed convinced, his worried look fading.
Thank goodness. I really couldn't have handled just more teasing this time.
"Alright, then. Mind if I say what I was planning to? I don't really want to do this to you, Ia Ris. But a wrong is a wrong."
"Yes! Absolutely right, Paster! We have to sort right from wrong clearly—that's the wise way to live!"
I had no idea what was coming out of my mouth. I was just blurting whatever would let Paster do as he pleased.
"R-really? If you're saying that much, Ia Ris, then I'm grateful. Haha..."
Relieved of any burden, Paster even let out a small laugh. My instincts screamed that only his "proper education" remained.
Here it comes for real. Brace yourself, Ia Ris! Feel every move he makes with your body and soul!
Unlike the arrogant, informal tone he'd used on Ska earlier, he was politely honoring me with formal speech—which made me a bit uneasy—but I trusted Paster. I'd do it right this time! Big sis believes in you! I was sure the formal words paired with sadistic actions would create that thrilling contrast, trapping me in the swamp called Paster, unable to escape. Just thinking about it made my womb quiver.
And now, Paster's mouth was opening. The moment fantasy became reality.
What vulgar command would come? In that split second before his voice emerged, my lust-soaked mind conjured every possibility.
What if it's 'Strip off everything you're wearing'? Or 'Shall we start by pounding you doggy-style? You know you have to shake that huge ass like a bitch, right?' I couldn't even imagine refusing...
'Lick between my toes, putting your sorry heart into it?' Y-yeah. That, I could do without hesitation!
Right as I thought, 'Okay, toe-licking's allowed. Anything after that, we'll do post-womb-orgasm.' Paster's voice finally came.
"So, I'll bill you for the house repairs, Ia Ris?"
"Yes! Wait—huh? ...Yes!"
"...Thanks?"
"...Pardon? Oh, no! I broke it, so I should pay! Of course!"
"R-right? I said it as a question 'cause I wasn't sure."
"Ahaha! I s-see!"
"Yep."
"...Yes!"
Right. Handle the practical stuff first, so we can indulge without worries later! Yeah!
It had leaked a bit of steam, but thinking the real thing was coming reignited my body. Bring it on, Paster! My endurance is world-class healing level! Worlds apart from that sprawled-out Ska Rate! I'll take anything you dish out!!!
"......!!"
"......"
"......!"
"......?"
"......??"
...What's going on? Why's he just staring without doing anything? Did mentioning the repairs make it awkward for him?
Makes sense—even I was cooling off just from waiting, so Paster, as the one in control, must be even more impatient.
"......"
"......"
If I apologize first, bowing at his feet, maybe he'll do something?
In the growing silence that made me anxious, as that extreme thought crossed my mind, Paster broke it.
"Um... Ia Ris?"
"Y-yes! Paster!"
He's resolved himself! It's finally coming! What if I faint from joy? Nah, no worries—he'll force me awake anyway. Hell, I'll end up begging him to make me pass out before I go insane.
Just imagining it had nearly made me climax a dozen times. I got the feeling of a dog commanded to "wait" with treats right in front of it. Just this morning, he'd been the man I wanted in my grasp—but a few hours later, that possessiveness had flipped entirely to a desire to be dominated by him.
And now, that desire was about to become reality. Swallowing the saliva pooling in my mouth, I awaited his command.
"Shall we call it a day? I've got a lot to do, and I need to take Ska home... I'll send the repair bill to your place."
"......Pardon?"
All that came back was Paster's usual faint smile and gentlemanly tone.
"Oh, if it's a hassle to head back, I could Rabbit Hole you home... No need to refuse."
The more he spoke, the more my excited smile drooped. My heated heart froze solid in an instant, and the thread of patience holding my sanity snapped with a twang.
"You've crossed the line."