Ska Rate (1)
Ska Rate let out a hot sigh and pressed her latex pussy against my lips. A scorching heat radiated from where our lips met. I knew her body temperature ran high, but I hadn't realized it was this intense.
"Mmph... mmf...!"
The thin layer of latex transmitted her feverish warmth straight to me, clouding my mind bit by bit. It felt just like heatstroke. If I stayed like this, I might actually pass out. No telling what this crazy predator would do to me unconscious, so with what awareness I had left, I desperately slapped her soft thighs with my palms.
Smack smack smack!
Her supple flesh jiggled under my hands. In any other situation, I might've enjoyed the sensation, but fuck, not when I was about to die.
"...Ahaha♡ Master, are you having trouble breathing? Is that why you're making those cute little gestures begging me to move?"
She mocked my frantic hands like they were pathetic, reading my intent perfectly—then grabbed the back of my head and shoved her pussy even harder against my face. No way could I resist an S-rank's grip. My entire face sank into her soft crotch.
"Mmph... mmf...!"
As the contact area grew, so did the heat. My consciousness faded faster, and with my nose completely buried, I couldn't even breathe.
"Maaaster... Can't even hold out anymore? Hehe. If you die with your nose buried in my pussy like this, you'd be pussy-suffocated for real, huh? Ahaha!"
This was a fucking life-or-death crisis. And even now, Ska Rate was laughing at me.
"If things were normal, I wouldn't do this. I'd be Master's exclusive slave, obeying every command like a perfect fucktoy... Ngh♡"
Maybe from grinding her pussy on my face, she cut off mid-sentence with a heated sigh. Then she continued.
"This is all your fault, Master. Just stick to me and don't let go. Rely on me, and I'd take good care of you... But no, you follow anyone who calls, take gifts from whoever offers, because you think you can run away—ngh! Even that, fine—but who knows what they've done to those gifts, and you just gobble them up like an idiot...!"
This was news to me. Clinging to fading consciousness, I strained to listen.
"I tell you not to do something, and you still do it... I say don't look at other women, and you stare anyway...! Your pride is weirdly strong... Makes you do the opposite...! And today... today you spit out that bullshit about meeting that crazy bitch alone... Ah, oops, got vulgar without meaning to. My bad!"
Mentioning Ia Ris made her lose control—her softened tone turned vicious. But she quickly reverted and pressed on.
"Anyway... You ignore my feelings... You're so mean... I'm a bad pussy-slut like you said, but you're an equally bad master for not seeing my heart!"
"......"
"So... Take your punishment from this naughty pussy-slut♡ Run, and the whole guild goes up in flames... Nngh♡"
With that, Ska Rate started rubbing her pussy all over my face. She'd said her piece.
"Ngh... Master's face... Feels so good...♡"
Right now, using the hypnosis excuse, Ska Rate was spilling everything she'd wanted to say. Pretending to be hypnotized meant she could deny it later: "What bullshit? When did I say that, you moron?" It was the perfect cover. Just like I'd planned, it gave her a chance to bare her true feelings.
But... no matter how I sliced it, this was obvious, right? Her words hit so hard, they yanked my fading mind back to clarity. She liked me. Holy shit, was this real life...?
Thinking Ska Rate liked me suddenly made all her past atrocities click... Yeah, right—like hell. Who treats someone they like that way? You don't call your crush "useless piece of shit." You don't beat them down in "sparring" and laugh at their broken form. You don't scowl and curse when you pass them, or spread insane rumors turning them into the guild's resident pussy-chasing vermin overnight.
Just the obvious ones I could list off the top of my head were a nightmare. She did this shit three times a day, like meals. How was I supposed to know she liked me? Of course I thought she hated my guts.
Sure, if I assumed she liked me, I could squint and find ant-ass-sized hints of affection. Like after "useless piece of shit," she'd always add, "So stick to me and be my errand boy." Or after the rumors, "See? Now no one's left but me. Like I said—don't look elsewhere, focus on me." She'd even pat my cheek like a dog, slyly showing favor.
But fuck that—it was still fucked up. Imagine knuckle-dusting your solar plexus 100 times straight, then saying, "I did it 'cause I like you. Now no one else will want you." No one would take that as affection.
Knowing it came from "liking" me only made Ska Rate seem more revolting. So I finally unleashed the ability I'd held back.
My unique ability—Rabbit Hole.
The moment I activated it, the latex pussy blocking my view vanished in a blaze of bright light.
2.
Crackle!
Leaving white sparks behind, Paster vanished from under Ska Rate. His unique ability, Rabbit Hole, turned him into particles of light and made him disappear—S-rank or not, even Ska Rate couldn't react.
Thud.
With Paster gone from under her, Ska Rate fell flat on her ass. Her sturdy body felt no pain, but his disappearance shocked her to the core.
"W-Wait... I even said I'd burn the guild... And he still ran?"
Ska Rate had used the guild as hostage, banking on his oversized sense of responsibility outweighing his power. Otherwise, he'd Rabbit Hole out for sure. Dr. Emme discovered it first, hence the cute name—but its power was transcendent.
Ignoring all physical, spatial, or mental constraints, it let him dissolve into light particles with any touching object he chose. The ultimate evasion ability. That was Rabbit Hole.
Why Ska Rate—hating those women with a passion—had to pretend the fake Hypnosis App made her obey? Because of Paster's Rabbit Hole. Only by faking hypnosis and total obedience could she stop him from bolting.
But today, hearing he'd come meet Ia Ris alone made her snap. Forgetting the "obey hypnosis unconditionally" rule, she pressured him—and he Rabbit Holed away.
It gnawed at her. From the elite Rate family of awakeners, her pride pierced the heavens. She wouldn't admit fault—instead, she turned her rage on the escapee.
"Fine, that's how you want it? Alright, Paster. See what your choice brings with your own eyes."
True to her word, Ska Rate summoned flames on her right palm to actually torch the guild. A tiny candle-flame, but pure incinerating blaze that left no ashes.
"This is all because of you... Paster."
As she reared back to hurl house-vaporizing fire, white sparks flashed—and something heavy kicked her back.
Wham!
Too weak to faze an S-rank body, but Ska Rate tumbled forward helplessly.
"Kyaaah!"
Not her usual heavy growl, but the ditzy, slutty voice from her "bad pussy" act—face rubbing the floor. The flame on her hand had long vanished.
Ass up in a humiliating sprawl, she couldn't wipe the smile from her lips. Her S-rank mana sense told her who kicked her.
"M-Master? You didn't abandon me after all! I was so sad I almost burned everything—ngaaaah?!"
Overwhelming pleasure shot up her spine, enough to shatter her hypnosis act. Just a pussy-touch, and she came.
"Ah, ahn♡ H-heuk♡"
Befuddled, drooling, Ska Rate squirted uncontrollably. Squirt squirt. From a third-party view, she looked like the world's weakest, most pathetic slut-pussy mess.
Looking down at her, Paster exhaled raggedly.
"Haa... haa... F-Fuck... shit..."
His out-breath reeked of booze.