Ia Ris (2)
“Ah, ahh……”
Fragments of a voice that couldn’t even form words leaked from Paster’s lips. His dazed, lost expression matched that sound so perfectly that even I felt a pang of sorrow watching him. But this wasn’t the time for pity. Teasing Paster—whose house was now completely wrecked and whose mental state had cracked—was the priority. With his psyche so shaken right now, it was the perfect chance to rattle him further. People always react emotionally when their softened minds get prodded. I’d never seen Paster this utterly adrift before, so a little poke would surely ignite him like wildfire. Just like he’d done to that bitch Ska Rate earlier, he’d drag me into a forced-orgasm hell until I begged and cried. Brimming with anticipation that this time he’d absolutely wreck me, I flashed him a wickedly sly smile and opened my mouth.
“Looks like you’ve got no reason to bill Ska Rate for repairs anymore, huh? Everyone can see I’m the one who trashed your house, Paster.”
Paster, who’d been staring vacantly at the debris that used to be his home, turned his head at my words. A raging torrent of emotions swirled in his eyes as they fixed on me. He’d looked at Ska Rate the same way earlier. One step further in that state, and he’d exploded, pounding her into submission.
So, there was only one thing for me to do. I fanned the blazing flames of his fury.
“Everything you were about to do to Ska Rate earlier? You’ll have to do it all to me now. That way, at least you can claim repair costs. Hehe……”
The thrill of having him in the palm of my hand was pure delight. The anger boiling in my chest moments ago had fully dissipated, letting my polite speech slip back in naturally. Standing above someone really does demand a dignified tone. Now, let’s see how he responds.
As if meeting my expectations, Paster’s lips twitched a few times before he rasped out, suppressing his emotions with a dry voice.
“I-Ia Ris… why the hell did you do this?”
His tone pleaded like he’d forgive me if I gave a valid reason—please, just say something sensible. It hit me how immense his trust in me had been. A deep faith directed only at me, not those other women.
But trust alone wasn’t enough anymore. Betraying it was a tough call for me too, but in exchange, I’d gain his raw emotional outbursts and all the juicy side benefits. I could swallow my tears and commit.
Keeping my sly smile, I delivered the answer he’d never want to hear.
“Like I said earlier. You were just so frustratingly oblivious, Paster. Too much of a blockhead to notice my feelings. I had no choice.”
“……Pardon?”
“Or should I put it like this for you to get it? Ahem.”
Paster was still clinging to his rationality. As long as he did, he wouldn’t lash out. So, in this utterly serious moment, I pulled out a cringey, outdated meme that didn’t fit at all. Wiping the smug smile from my face, I squeezed my eyes shut, clenched my fists tight, and shouted at him.
“I-I had to do something like this, or you’d never even glance my way, Paster!”
“……”
Embarrassing to yell at my age, but it seemed effective enough at stoking his rage. Paster, who’d been trying to talk it out, shut his mouth.
Flashing my leisurely, wicked grin again, I teased him playfully.
“Get it? Now do you understand my feelings? Do ya, you idiot!”
House-trashing, lame pranks, tone-deaf brain-farts—a brutal three-hit combo that would make even a lofty monk smash his wooden bell and storm out slammed into Paster’s softened psyche.
“……”
“……”
A suffocating silence dominated the space. Paster ruled the atmosphere now. Head bowed, staring silently at the ground, he looked like a bomb on the verge of detonation. Seeing his fists clenched and trembling confirmed it.
Paster was about to snap. His Hypnosis App would glow with fury, and I’d be thoroughly defiled by his beastly, reasonless lust. My chest swelled with anticipation. I knew not to expect too much to avoid disappointment, but how could I not, seeing him this pissed?
True to my inflated hopes, Paster’s lips parted, and a single-syllable sigh escaped.
“……Hah.”
That one breath carried a whirlwind of emotions. I couldn’t even guess the depth of his rage. But one thing was clear: I was screwed. Or more precisely, I was about to get screwed.
Just imagining Paster’s forced-orgasm pounding sent my womb into baby-making overdrive. As he approached step by step, head still low—thud, thud, thud, thud—my cervix sank lower with each footfall. His dominant male presence was turning human Ia Ris into a breeding-obsessed female.
No, wait—Ia, snap out of it. You’re not his sex partner yet. Not locked in as his baby factory. Don’t drink the kimchi soup. Didn’t you learn after what happened with Ska Rate? He might skip sex entirely and just doom you to orgasm hell like he did her.
……Yeah, that’s probably exactly what’ll happen. Paster’s a virgin, and he seems like the type to save his first time for someone he loves. Sure, I’m a virgin too, but right now, he doesn’t love me rationally. Hard to admit, but facts are facts. Gotta face it.
I’m not some pro kimchi-soup guzzler like Ska Rate. Unrealistic hopes lead to bigger crashes. Stay cautious.
I resolved not to be disappointed even if no sex happened—just the extreme womb-shattering climaxes from his furious fingertips would be gratitude enough.
That’s when Paster reached me, right in front of my face.
……Gulp.
Close enough to press my lower belly with a stretch, near enough to feel his hot breath and every tremor in detail—I swallowed dryly without thinking. Realizing something was finally starting made my heart pound and mouth go arid. Like I was nervous.
……Huh? Nervous?
The word shattered my composure, flooding me with panic. Me? Nervous? Ridiculous. Nothing Paster could do would faze me. I could laugh off any sadistic act. Right?
Yeah, I can take anything from him. Rip my clothes to shreds? Force me face-down and stomp my head? Spank my bare ass raw? I’d welcome it all with joy.
So why this anxiety? Why the tension? It’s Paster—the one I’ve craved forever. I’ve dreamed of this exact scenario. What the hell?
My body trembled. Partly from arousal and heat, but something bigger dominated. This feeling matched the terror I’d felt daily as a kid in the slums.
But it couldn’t be—not with Paster. That made no sense. I wasn’t scared of him. Impossible……
As I desperately denied the flashing thought, it cut off, and undeniable dread surged.
Being like this with you is stressful for me.
Paster… d-don’t abandon me. I’ll do anything…
Fragments of Paster’s conversation with Ska Rate resurfaced. Suddenly, things I hadn’t imagined while watching her suffering became vivid. What if he said that to me? Could I endure that look of disgust?
I pictured myself crushed under him, sobbing and begging like Ska Rate. In under three seconds, I had my answer.
……No. No way I could take it.
If Paster looked at me with genuine hatred, I’d shatter just like her. That realization unlocked the fear’s source. I’d only thought of his rage, not him hating me. Blood had rushed to my head.
Stupidly, I only realized once it was irreversible.
Maybe if I begged now—pay all repairs, apologize profusely—he’d forgive? It’s Paster. So caring, kind, always good to me……
Then it hit: his kindness stemmed from trust and reliance on me. With that shattered, no reason for gentleness remained. An apology might get accepted, but lost trust wouldn’t return.
Ah……
My mind blanked white. Lips and throat parched. Deep regret coiled up from my gut.
What have I done? No, gotta apologize to Paster. Quick—before it’s too late. Before he truly hates me…!
My head filled with atonement. As I opened my mouth to speak—throat too dry, no voice came.
“Ah… agh…”
I frantically boosted my healing, but too late—Paster’s arms reached for my neck. The malice and rage in his grip clenched my heart in terror.
Choking me out? Hates me that much? Paster, no. I’m sorry. My fault. Please forgive—
Poke.
“……Huh?”
Against my horrific expectation of strangulation, a soft, warm embrace enveloped my cheeks and the back of my head. A heavenly scent flooded my nose, soothing my frantic heart.
Calmed by the aroma, I grasped what happened.
Wh-what? Is this real…?
I was buried face-first in Paster’s chest, hugged tight. So dreamlike—happiness for a whole day if it happened in my dreams—that I couldn’t process it.
Why? How? Why am I in Paster’s arms?
His moved voice rang in my stunned ears.
“Ughhh…! Ia Ris, why are you so damn pure-hearted?!”
……What?