Bad Pussy Bitch
The moment I showed her the Hypnosis App, Ska Rate froze in place, still gripping my collar. Just seconds ago, she'd looked ready to explode, but now her face was utterly blank, her unfocused eyes staring off into space.
Yes, just as I thought! She's still pretending to be hypnotized!
Seeing her play the part so naturally made it clear she didn't have enough evidence to completely bury me in society yet. Come to think of it, over the past six months we'd done all sorts of wild things, but I'd never actually forced her into anything. Maybe because I'd been on the receiving end of so much forced stuff from Ska Rate, I felt a bit averse to ordering anyone around. So I'd give vague commands like, "Give me the best service you can think of," and they'd handle the rest to fit the hypnosis roleplay.
Now that I knew the app was fake, it hit me—Wasn't that just concept play? Of course, on the surface. Deep down, there was that sinister plot to socially execute me.
I watched Ska Rate closely as she acted hypnotized. Until yesterday, I'd believed it for real and let it slide, but up close like this, I could spot the subtle tells in her performance.
Man, this is probably the first time I've ever stared at Ska Rate's face this intently. Normally, she'd have her eyes down, and under hypnosis, I'd issue a command and get straight to business.
So this situation felt surprisingly fresh. Never imagined I'd get this kind of thrill just being around Ska Rate.
Anyway, not the point right now. I let out a sigh of relief and patted the hand clutching my collar.
"Phew... Let go first."
"...Yes."
The instant I commanded her, Ska Rate released her iron grip. Whew, now I can breathe.
Regaining my freedom, I straightened my clothes—only to notice the spot she'd grabbed was a total rag now.
"......Ah."
It was a brand-new suit, not even a week old. I'd scoured the city for a master tailor who could craft something sleek enough for my flashy penthouse.
"......Aah."
Infused with the latest mana crafting tech, it felt fresher than slipping into new underwear on New Year's Day after a shower. The perfect suit.
"......Aaaah!"
But now, that perfect suit was ruined. The intricate mana circuits woven into the fabric were shredded, leaving no trace of its comfort. Staring at what was now just expensive trash, rage boiled up.
My brows furrowed, teeth grinding, fists trembling. In that state, I glared at Ska Rate.
"......"
Even seeing how pissed I was, she kept up the hypnosis act.
It only made me angrier. Always like this. Ska Rate always destroys my precious things. Then she saunters up all casual and says, "It looked too much for you, so I took care of it myself. Good job, right?"
Every time, murderous intent surged, but what could I do? I endured. Even after getting the app, I'd never called her out on it. Whatever I yelled would be forgotten once hypnosis ended. Pointless self-consolation.
But now that I knew the app was fake, that excuse was gone. Everything I said from here on would stick in her memory.
Fuck yeah. Today was my golden chance to unload everything I'd bottled up against this bitch.
I barely suppressed my boiling fury and commanded her.
"Kneel... and sit."
Forcing actions I'd always hesitated on? No qualms now that I knew it was fake.
"...Yes, Master."
Even to a harsh order she never obeyed normally, Ska Rate dropped to her knees without hesitation.
Her kneeling sober like this? I'd known her over half my life, but it still felt unreal. What grudge did she hold to obey even this?
No matter how I racked my brain, I'd never wronged her. Hell, I'd only ever been the victim.
It pissed me off more. She'd forced me into Liar's Trap, then mocked me: "You're useless anywhere else, so just stick by me and serve."
Fine, I could swallow that. Back then, I was just an F-rank who hadn't awakened properly—stronger than a civilian, but barely.
But when that ex-team leader, trying to kiss ass, kicked me out for "insufficient ability," Ska Rate's reaction? Unfathomable.
Suddenly ousted, I wandered home in a daze. Then a call from the guild master I'd never spoken to led me back to the guild building in flames. A sight I'd never forget.
Anyway, to this fucking bitch, I was just an emotional dumpster. Annoying if gone, awkward to keep around.
But right now, with her pretending to be hypnotized, she was my emotional dumpster.
"......"
Ska Rate stared blankly ahead. Her pretty face tempted me to spew curses.
But doing that would make me no better than her. Fuck no. Nothing uglier than venting rage verbally on others.
I didn't want to be that person. So, what to say? What words would shock this bitch into reflecting on her actions?
The answer was easy. Every night, I'd mentally rehearsed bold comebacks to the day's injustices, assaults, and insults. Time to shine.
Ska Rate, I've always wanted to say this. I'm not your property. Not your slave to command, not your pet to perform tricks. I'm me. I'm my own master. Who I meet or what I do with them is none of your business. Even professionally, I'm not in your Team 1 under you. I'm the scout leader of Team 2 under Lapis Julie—the only one at her level in Liar's Trap. You have no right to talk down to me. So stop bossing me around. Stop breaking my stuff. You're just an acquaintance from childhood we can never be close with.
...Perfect. So damn cool. Intellectual rebellion, enough to counter her mindless bullying.
I replayed the speech in my head and looked at her. Just recite it verbatim. Easy.
Phew, good. The ultimate soda to blast through the throat-choking drama. Here we go!
Fueled by rage, I called her name.
"Hey, Ska Rate."
"......"
Her eyes met mine—those crimson orbs that could incinerate everything. Overwhelmed, my perfect speech compressed into one blurted line.
"...You bad pussy bitch."
The moment it left my mouth, everything froze—me, Ska Rate, the world.
I didn't even process what I'd said.
"......Hic♡"
Then Ska Rate let out a tiny, heat-laden breath, and her baggy clothes burst into flames. That's when I realized my fuck-up.
...Fuck, I'm screwed.
Her outfit burned away, revealing the familiar skintight black latex. That trashy thing clung to her body, outlining every curve so vulgarly it made nudity look tame. Ska Rate wore it because only that material withstood her powers, but here? Pure sleaze amplifier.
Wearing it, she erased her sharp, feral aura, flushing like a bitch in heat. With that lewd face, she stood, spread her latex-covered pussy lips with both hands, and flashed me.
"Yes... I'm a bad pussy bitch, Master♡"
Looks like she was rolling with my "bad pussy bitch" line for her act.
Not what I planned at all. I reached out, yelling,
"W-Wait! Stop—mmph?!"
Before I finished, her bulging mound smothered my face.
"Nngh... So, Master♡ Punish this mindless bad pussy bitch... thoroughly♡"
The special latex felt exactly like her skin. Even covered, I felt every detail of her slit, wetness, heat—vividly.
This won't do. Escape first. Deal with the rest later...
"Oh, right, Master. If you tease this bad pussy bitch like this... and then stop the punishment and leave? I might get so sad I burn everything down. Like that nightmare two years ago♡"
...Fuck.