The Circumstances Leading to a Sex Battle with My Childhood Friend 0.
Returning to my cramped lodgings via Rabbit Hole, my current situation felt even more pathetic. Just hearing a stranger mention my academy days had shattered my mental defenses. That was how deeply scarred I was by those times—a massive wound, a hideous blemish I never wanted anyone to see. My teenage years had been exactly that.
'Ska Rate's dog! That mutt Paster!'
'Does that loser actually want to live like that? No pride at all?'
'Just trailing after Ska Rate's ass, sucking up all the sweet scraps. Might as well call him a pet.'
'I'd rather kill myself than live like that.'
Even a fleeting memory of the academy brought back those vicious insults and humiliations as if they were echoing right now. Had it really been six years? Was I still stuck there?
Lifting my head, I saw the culprit who had turned those days into a nightmare standing right in front of me. Rage boiled up as I looked at her. But I kept my face blank, staring impassively.
Why had I gone through all that shit? If she liked me, why not just say so? What the hell was her goal in doing all those things? I still couldn't understand it. And honestly, I didn't want to.
Still, there was one thing I had to ask. I opened my mouth toward Ska.
"...Hey."
"Y-yeah? W-why'd you call me...?"
"Don't you have anything to say to me?"
"W-well... t-today was... really fun. Th-thanks..."
I hadn't expected an apology anyway, but damn, what a bitch. For real.
"Ha. Unreal."
"Eek...!"
My hollow laugh made Ska—uncharacteristically—hunch her shoulders and peek at me nervously. Her eyes, furtively scanning me, brimmed with anxiety and tension. To me, she looked like a puppy desperate not to be abandoned.
Whenever the usually bold, strong Ska showed this fragile side, my anger would fade, and I'd just think Fine, whatever and let it go. That had always been our way of resolving conflicts. But looking back now, it wasn't resolution at all. I was just burying it deep in my chest.
The fact that her weakness didn't quell my rage anymore meant my heart had reached its limit for holding emotions. Soon, they'd overflow. And when they did, things between Ska and me would change drastically—for the worse.
To prevent that, we needed to drag out all those pent-up feelings and vent them at each other. It was time to ignore her S-rank status, the Rate family, her social standing—everything I'd fretted over—and just talk honestly...
Crunch!
'You fucking mutt. Ska Rate and you aren't even the same species as humans! She's not someone a worm like you should be following!'
'G-guhh...'
'What, can't even breathe after one hit? Pathetic... This guy's a total retard.'
'Kuh! Cough! Ngh... Hack.'
'What the fuck? He's puking blood? I told you to hold back, idiot!'
'Shit, I didn't know he'd be this fragile! Let's bounce before we get in deep shit.'
'Y-yeah! Let's go!'
"...Sigh."
In that brief moment with my eyes closed, an all-time legendary low from my academy hell flashed back. That's when a broken rib pierced my lung, making me cough up blood for the first time in my life.
Shaking off the memory, I looked at Ska. She gazed back with the anxious eyes of a dog sensing abandonment.
Truth be told, Ska wasn't directly at fault for my near-death rib incident. It was just some guys pissed at me hanging around her who lashed out. Proof? Once Ska learned the full story, those punks weren't just expelled—they lost their noble family qualifications too. She crushed their patriarch's pleas for mercy.
'If it were up to me, I'd rip your limbs off. I'm holding back because Paster stopped me. Be grateful you're alive.' Ska's furious voice had been impressive.
But she'd forced a nobody like me—barely academy material—into that place. She was still the root of my trauma.
Thinking it over again... yeah, no way talk would fix this. Emotions solvable by words have limits. And this stemmed from trauma, not something dialogue could heal.
I needed to overcome, not resolve it. Only by proactively conquering the trauma could I escape this cursed past.
Conveniently, the embodiment of my trauma stood right there. Good or bad luck, I could act on my resolve immediately. Calmly, I asked the source of my trauma—the one still ruining my life.
"Ska, you still have no intention of apologizing to me?"
I had no idea why Ska never apologized. Pride? A curse that kills her if she does? Some prophecy that the world ends if she says sorry to Paster? Even after 15 years, I couldn't guess.
Honestly, I didn't care anymore. This question wasn't probing why—just yes or no.
Grasping that, Ska hesitated, then cautiously nodded.
"...Yeah."
The expected answer. I'd asked to draw exactly that out. The real purpose? To silence any complaints about what I'd do next, and confirm my final decision.
Now confirmed, I could proceed without hesitation. Ska was my trauma incarnate, and I'd resolved to overcome her.
In other words, to fight her.
To me, Ska was the cause, the embodiment, and an insurmountable wall. S-rank awakener, world #2, Rate family powerhouse, Liar's Trap 1st team leader—her titles alone showed she was a mountain an F-rank like me couldn't climb.
Yet I had to fight her. Only beating her would bring peace. It didn't suit my run-first nature, but oddly, I felt no fear. Subconsciously hoping for this? No longer seeing her as unbeatable? Both? Didn't matter.
What mattered: I'd decided to fight Ska, and I knew how to win.
Before battling, secure justification. I spoke to her.
"Ska, you said you don't want to apologize to me, right?"
"Y-yeah..."
"I want an apology. Our opinions clash. Know what to do then?"
When opinions differ, fight—and prove you're right. That's what I'd hoped she'd say, but Ska misunderstood, trembling as she clutched my T-shirt sleeve.
What the? Why's she suddenly like this?
I pulled back in confusion, and tears welled in her red eyes like a chick's.
Shoulders shaking, she pleaded, "D-don't abandon me... Don't leave me...!"
"Huh? What're you talking about? Who's leaving?"
"...Huh?"
Ska had totally misunderstood. I'd just decided to fight her—what breakup?
Frowning, I cleared up her ridiculous misconception. "I'm not leaving you. Don't get it wrong. You think I'd run from you now? The moment I flee you, my life's progress stops. No more growth. So quit these stupid misunderstandings. Pisses me off."
"Y-yeah...!"
My anger made my words harsher than intended, but Ska beamed happily, nodding. Seemed not breaking up mattered more than my rudeness.
"What I wanted to hear: when opinions clash, fight to prove you're right."
"...Huh? So Paster, you're saying... you'll fight me...?"
Her face said she doubted her ears. Natural—F-rank me challenging S-rank her.
But fights aren't just fists. Verbal, staring contests too. And I'd fight her... with my dick.
"...Hngh."
Her fire deflated instantly, reverting to pathetic Ska, face flushing in shock.
I pressed closer. "What, unhappy about my dick beating your pussy?"
"N-no complaints... B-but what do you mean, Paster...?"
"Any other fight, you'd dominate. I might win a race, but that's unfair. Right?"
"Y-yeah... S-sounds right?"
"So, sex—something neither's done, where willpower decides. Physical gap? Loser is who admits defeat first, not who cums first."
Saying it made my head spin. But to Ska, it sounded different; she stared dreamily, swallowing hard.
One thing to clarify: "B-but Paster... First time should be with someone you like, right? You don't... like me."
True. I didn't like her. But not entirely accurate.
"Don't like you, yeah. Don't care much about first times. If losing my virginity overcomes my past, I'd do it a hundred times. And you like me—a ton."
"Th-that's true... B-but sex with someone you don't like? Feels wrong. I only want you. You could have anyone..."
I'd assumed she'd jump at sex, but her chastity views were ironclad. Irrelevant now. I just wanted to subdue this bitch with my dick, win, overcome the past.
Memory wipe post-hypnosis anyway. Fuck it, go wild.
To speed things, I grabbed her chin and kissed her.
Smack.
A light peck, but too much for Ska; her face burned red as she flailed, "E-eh? Wha?"
I shoved her onto the bed, mounted her, whispered in her ear, "Then I'll like you from now on. Call it love-hate."
"Wh-what's that...?"
"Whatever. Time for pussy battle. Prep to get fucked, you bitch."
"Hii...♡"
Whoosh!
Unable to refuse my kiss and whisper, Ska ignited her clothes like last time, stripping us both naked in agreement.
1. That's how it happened... Thinking back, what an absurd reason for sex.
Thrust once inside her, I recalled the lead-up.
Sex battle? What the fuck.
Ridiculous, but a duel nonetheless. A noble fight by mutual consent to overcome my past.
Win this, true freedom. Escape past chains.
No losing.
Her pussy was intensely stimulating—even one thrust nearly made me cum—but I endured, forcing back the urge. Arm over her face-hiding Ska, I said,
"Hoo... Gonna move now, so get fucked, bitch."
"L-losinggg... Hnng♡ S-Ska's pathetic virgin pussy... t-totally defeated by Paster's supreme cock...♡"
"...".
"G-gonna cum again♡"
Psssh! Psh!
What?