Ska Rate (2): Bottled Courage and Boiler Room Sparks
Using Rabbit Hole, I teleported right next to the convenience store by the guild, snatched up some soju as fast as I could, and chugged it straight from the bottle. For someone like me, who gets fuzzy after just three shots, downing a whole bottle was insane—but I figured I needed to be blackout drunk to muster the guts to put Ska Rate in her place. I barely choked down the reflux, emptied the bottle in one go, and soon enough, the stench of booze brought a creeping haze... no, courage, bubbling up inside me. Since I'd just been marinating in Ska Rate's body heat, the alcohol hit me like a freight train. My thoughts dulled, ideas simplified to raw instinct.
"Ugh... gotta... gotta get back quick."
If I didn't hurry, Ska would burn the guild to the ground. I'd figure out how to handle her once I got there. I tossed the empty bottle in the trash and Rabbit Holed straight back to the boiler room where Ska Rate was waiting. The whole detour took less than a minute, but in that blink, she'd already prepped to torch the place. This crazy bitch.
The tiny flame dancing over Ska Rate's right hand looked insanely dangerous at a glance. The second that hit the floor or wall, the whole building would be an inferno. I had to stop it, so on reflex, I kicked her in the small of her back.
Even on instinct, kicking Ska Rate was unthinkable for me. Booze is one hell of a drug.
"Kyaaah!"
A normal F-rank kick like mine shouldn't faze an S-rank like her, but for some reason, she let out a fragile yelp and tumbled ass-over-head like a clumsy idiot. Crash!
Oh. Her upper body hit the floor, naturally thrusting up that massive, perfectly ripe, heart-shaped ass wrapped tight in her high-leg latex. Maybe it was the alcohol, but seeing her in prime pounding position—ass high, ready to take it—blood rushed straight south. To think I'd get this primal urge around Ska Rate. Life's full of surprises.
Up until now, Ska Rate had been a monster in a beauty's skin to me. But drunk enough that judgment blurred, she looked like a woman. Fuck... soju hits different. Ngh...
Still, how do I punish this psycho so word spreads that I really gave it to her...? Staring down at that ass, lost in serious thought, Ska Rate started "explaining" herself—wiggling that latex-accented rear like she was seducing me.
"M-Master? Y-You didn't really abandon me! I-I didn't know and I was so sad..."
Hearing her excuses ass-first made it seem like the ass itself was apologizing. Even hammered, my instinctive fear of Ska Rate didn't vanish. But imagining her ass peeking at me nervously? No fear there. Her opinion didn't matter right now anyway—her noisy ass was just interrupting my thinking.
Shut a loud bitch up by covering her mouth. I slapped a hand on that plump mound peeking out from the high-leg cut. It looked like a mouth since I was thinking her ass was talking. I activated Rabbit Hole just on my right hand, then cut it off quick. Half-formed light particles sparked white from my palm.
Crackle! Zap-zap!
I caught the fading sparks and touched her pussy. Zap!
"Gonna burn it all—AAAAAANGH?!"
The instant my hand smacked her pussy lightly, white sparks raced along it, invading her body and shooting up her spine. The sudden shock made her thrash, cheek-slapping the floor as her startled pussy squirted messily in spurts.
"Eek, heuk♡ Hngh♡"
Looking down, there she was—drooling from the mouth, hips quivering uncontrollably. She'd climaxed perfectly. Toes clenched in aftershocks, consciousness flown. It was so baffling I had to tilt my head. What the hell? Why so over-the-top?
Come to think of it, I'd never used these Rabbit Hole byproduct sparks on a person. Only on dungeon beasts to enrage them or create openings. Who'd use it on people? Even house-sized S-rank dungeon bosses flinched at these sparks, so Ska Rate overreacting wasn't that weird.
Anyway, it wasn't what I planned, but I'd punished her good enough. Tension melted, fatigue crashed in. Booze churning my gut, I breathed ragged to steady myself.
"Haa... haa... ugh. Fuck..."
Every exhale reeked of alcohol. The smell ramped up the buzz, and Ska Rate's leaking mana had heated the boiler room, worsening my state fast.
"U-Ugh, fuck... gonna black out for real."
Before my mind snapped, I had to clean this mess. Booze hit way harder than expected from the combo. Full blackout drunk. The courage shot backfired.
Plan was: use the buzz to scold her twisted "love," refuse to meet until she begged forgiveness, warn that tantrum-burning the guild meant I'd ghost her forever. But...
Ska's heart-shaped ass ruined it. That view from above, the waistline connecting to it—too damn hot. No intention before, but here we were. And too wasted to salvage anyway. Fuck the plan—get out first.
Ska showed no sign of recovering; I'd pass out any second. I'd hit my limit ages ago, clinging to consciousness desperately.
"F-First... ughrk. Home... can't let anyone see..."
Mumbling to air, I placed a hand on her back. Still twitching. Truth be told, I didn't want her at my place. But better than leaving her passed out squirting here—someone sees, CCTV outs me as last contact, rumors fly. Even if I'm already the perv who pops a boner at every girl, I didn't want "hooking up with Ska Rate" gossip.
"Fuck... first houseguest since moving in is Ska Rate... urk. Life's such shit..."
Exasperated curses spilling, I Rabbit Holed us home—to the bed. Picked king-size for my bad sleep habits. Hit the mattress, strength drained, sleep crashing.
"Ngh... gotta put her somewhere else..."
Thought unfinished, eyelids drooped. Right before blackout, a strong pang: forgot something important. Couldn't recall what.
"......"
Dead-fish eyes stared at the CCTV feed. It played Paster being dragged off by Ska Rate's brute grip.
"......"
Click. When they descended to the blind underground spot, it looped from the start. Ia Ris had replayed Paster getting snagged outside the infirmary 23 times when the manager, unable to take it, tearfully begged.
"Healer! Please, say something! I-I'm suffocating...!"
He had some rapport with Ia Ris, so he dared plead. She was kind to everyone regardless of rank—maybe she'd at least chat casually. But facing those dead eyes turning mechanically his way shattered that hope. Staring into inhuman darkness, he felt raw terror unravel his mind. Body shaking, half-open mouth chattering teeth. This isn't human—it's a monster.
The monster uttered a monosyllabic question in dead eyes.
"......What?"
"Hiiiik?!"
Mana-charged voice hit, and the C-rank manager blacked out.
"Hngk..."
Thud.
An S-rank's unchecked killing intent could knock out a C-rank easy. Ia Ris glanced indifferently at the piss-soaked manager and hit play again.
"......"
At the 24th loop's end, she gnashed her teeth. Then—BOOM!
All CCTV screens exploded.
"Dare touch my Paster... you self-absorbed narcissistic bitch..!"