Rampage of Jealousy
After getting a good, long sleep for the first time in ages, I followed my daily routine and checked the footage from the custom camera I'd installed in the Scout Leader's Room for... well, collecting footage of Paster. Not that I'd admit it was for monitoring him. The surveillance camera, minimized in function and size to avoid tripping the room's strict security, only captured live feeds. I couldn't rewind or skip parts, but that was fine. Just watching Paster go about his daily work was enough to satisfy me. Him sitting at his desk, seriously handling paperwork? Absolute perfection.
Lunchtime was winding down, so my diligent Paster was probably wrapping up in the Scout Leader's Room, prepping for the afternoon shift. I savored the ASMR of his pen scratching away, about to step out for work, when a weird noise came from the feed.
'Mm, come here for a sec.'
The camera pointed at his chair, so I couldn't see Paster, but from the words, it was clear he had company. What the hell? Who's there? Who the fuck is he with? Casual speech like that—Lapis Julie? But Paster telling her to come over? No way. Paster doesn't order anyone around like that. Then who the hell...
'Ehehe... Master likes it...'
The cutesy voice snapped me out of it. I'd never heard that tone before, but I knew that bitch's voice.
The one from two years ago, during my self-imposed break, who dared lay hands on Paster. The dog who got obsessed just because her taming didn't work on him.
"Silk Blond..."
I had no idea what happened while I was asleep for her to call Paster "Master." She must've sweet-talked him into hypnotizing her into that role. Just imagining it made my blood boil. I'd woken up in a great mood from yesterday's heavy petting with Paster, but now? Worst fucking mood ever.
I gritted my teeth, slung my custom coat over my shoulders. The artifact longcoat stayed put without needing sleeves. Dressed for the street. I flung open the window and bolted toward the guild.
What if Paster got hurt by that bitch dog? Urgency clawed at me. If instinct overrode reason, I'd smash anything in my path. Better fly.
High enough to avoid ground heat issues, I manipulated mana to form fiery wings on my back.
Whoosh!
Flame Wings - Balparus, modeled after the fastest beast Silk tamed, Red-Red's wings, recreated with my power. The heat was intense—low altitude would scorch the earth—but up here, no problem.
Just wait there, Paster. I'm coming.
I rocketed toward Liar's Trap headquarters, flames trailing behind.
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The whole flight, my mind raced—what if he was doing something with that bitch? Even at supersonic speed, I felt too slow. By the time I hit the guild, worry, anxiety, irritation, and rage tangled in my head. Then in the hall, I overheard, 'Whoa... Never seen the 3rd Team Leader act like that with another guy.'
Rationality snapped.
"WHERE THE FUCK IS PASTER?!"
Betrayed by him fooling around with another bitch right after yesterday. Fury at that dog touching my Paster. Eyes rolled back. I smashed through walls, anything blocking the Scout Leader's Room.
Bam! Boom! Crash!
Like unchained destruction—no room could hold me. Finally, the door.
Intrusion alarms blared from the wall breaches, but fuck that. What mattered was inside.
'Urgh...!'
Imagining what was happening? Unbearable. I punched the steel door to shards and stormed in.
Kaboom!
"Ugh...!"
Quick scan: No Silk Blond. One familiar presence. Unmissable, precious, lovable. It let me breathe. But betrayal-fueled rage demanded an outlet. Without looking, I snarled his name.
"Hey! Paster!
He's been spending too much time with those other bitches lately. Time to lay down the law—no more.
I turned, rage boiling over.
"What the hell were you doing with Silk Blond in here..."
Insane? I told you not to talk to other bitches. Why ignore me? After yesterday, you go into heat for another one? If you're that horny, come to me! I know your pervert kinks—I can handle any play! I've been too passive. I'll drown you so deep no other woman tempts you. Ska Rate's full assault—no blocking it. Just take it. Got it?
Then trade his virginity for mine. But the sight froze me.
My intellect hijacked to etch the noble being before me into my brain.
"..."
Mouth agape, I crammed every detail of Paster into memory. Heart barely held against the cuteness overload.
Black hair topped with perky German Shepherd ears. Massive, fluffy tail swishing from his butt.
Dog-eared, tailed Paster. Too cute. The emotional storm vanished in an instant. Nobly, beautifully, adorably cute. Brain only screamed cute.
They say overwhelming cuteness causes blackouts. Aww, so cute. What do? Paster too cute. People say extreme cuteness blanks the mind. Real. Too lovable. Wanna kiss. Cute. Look at that tail wag. Wanna get smacked by it. Soft, warm? Ah, even imagined Paster cute. Too cu...
Lost in cuteness, Paster tilted his head curiously.
"...Ska?"
Head cocked sideways, innocent eyes calling my name. This cuteness dwarfed all before. Realization hit: heart strained, knees buckled.
"Hahk♡"
Thud.
2.
What the fuck. Ska bursts through the door, stares blankly, kneels after I say her name once. Fifteen years of her antics, thought I was used to her. Nope, still got it.
Better help her up. Breathing heavy, flushed—looks rough. Weird for S-rank Ska needing F-rank me, but after 15 years together, normal. Reached out casually.
"Ska, grab my hand and stand. Doesn't look good down there."
"Ughk♡ Ah, got it!"
She grinned happily yet grimaced in strain—indescribable face—grabbing my hand.
What expression is that? Pulled her up. Legs still wobbly, she face-planted into my chest following the momentum.
Poof.
Worried at first—heavy? But glimpsed dopey smile. Yeah, that's Ska. Hands to shoulders to push away.
Sudden heavy air. She lifted her head, staring. Red eyes cold abyss—no usual fire, just chills.
"S-Ska? Why the stare...?"
Lips twitched, creepy voice.
"Paster. I smell Silk Blond on your chest. What the fuck did you two do for her stench to be on you? Spill or burn."
'Don't talk, everything burns.' Threat clear. I shivered in fear, then her nape's sweet scent distracted me.
Right, Silk got sensitive to smells with the collar. Dog traits: instinct over reason, scent-driven. Thought Silk pervy drooling on my smell, but this? Ska's scent pulling me—fair.
Damn, smells good. Wanna bury my nose.
"Hey, answer! You didn't do something unspeakable with her, did you? You bastard... I trusted youhngh?!"
Ignoring, instinct led nose to source: her nape. Face-to-face, natural hug, head down, nose in.
"P-Paster? Wh-what the hehhh...?"
"Sniiff... Haa..."
"Eek?!"
Nose buried, she twitched ticklishly. Skin shifted, scent faded—irritated, hugged tighter.
"H-Hngk♡"
Mm. Damn good smell. Ska's got her uses.