Kapitel 4: Chapter 4: Oni Train Incident
Phantoms are categorized into tiers based on their potential risk factor to humanity.
Tier 0: represent a non-threat to humanity but could pose danger to an individual.
Tier 1: have the capability of causing a mass casualty event but don't pose a danger beyond that.
Tier 2: pose significant danger to a city and it's people.
Tier 3: Represents a threat to a region.
Tier 4: A phantom of this magnitude is capable of destroying a continent.
Tier 5: commonly referred to as Ragnarok, this is the hypothetical tier one would place a phantom that is capable of destroying all human life in.
"Oi, those bastards lied! They said I'd get a real good fight and yet all I see is corpses!" The roof of our train car laying on its side groaned in mettalic agony as clawed fingers tore a deep rend in the hardened steel. My eyes trailed the crimson figure that emerged from the newly made door and I couldn't help the reflexive swallow of my throat.
An Oni, a Tier 3 Phantom capable of leveling entire prefectures stood before us. What made it worse was this Oni in particular was a named character. A villain so cruel that even with her striking beauty every reader cheered at her death. Shuten-dōji, the calamity of the Shinjuku Massacre, an event that should be far in the future had come early.
"Charlotte, listen to me. If we're going to survive this we'll need to fight together. That thing is a Tier 3, she'll mop the floor with us if we attack alone." I whispered as smoothly as I could despite the nervous shaking of my body. Charlotte herself was a tense coil of raw power, her normal strategy of charging headfirst into a fight would be suicidal against the Oni.
"Oh, so someone did survive after all? Good, I was afraid I'd be bored to death." I couldn't help but grimace at the monster's casual disregard for life. Mangled bodies littered the once lively compartment like strewn trash. The tang of iron in the air came from the growing pools of blood forming from busted skulls and severed limbs. And yet the bitch smiled, her crimson skin seemed to glow as she basked in the slaughter.
"[Induresco]..." I muttered that word as the sound of church bells filled the small train compartment. My shadow began to wriggle, an unnatural shape taking form as a spear rose from the inky void. The blade's color was purple and was shaped like a trident with the point in the middle being longer than the outer ones. The haft was six feet of light-sucking darkness, the cool feeling it radiated in my hands helped calmed my nerves.
Charlotte herself had not sat idly by. Her rapier gleamed silver death as it flew into her hands from her discarded luggage. Her fighting style fits her element perfectly as [Light Aether] is the element of buffs. She would use her geist near the brain stem to enhance her strength and blitz her opponent with speed reminiscent of a French man's punching ghost.
"I'll try pinning her down and keeping her off you, but that means you'll need to do the heavy hitting." As I spoke I channeled geist into another technique in my arsenal. [Necto] sprung forth as black chains of pure darkness rose from the woman's shadow wrapping around her muscular body like a boa constrictor. Charlotte wasted no time as a bead of sunlight formed on the tip of her blade.
"[Lux Trabem]!" Her words pierced the air as a laser of golden light nailed Shuten-dōji right in the chest, my hopes rose as I watched the red skinned oni grimace but—
"Heh, not bad, but not good enough." Those words in of themselves would be scary, but when she spoke those words after teleporting right behind me I nearly shat bricks. My own shadow flew to the side as I used [Shadow Puppet] to dodge her strike. And damn what a strike it was.
Her coiled muscles rippled as she brought down her steel kanabō, the metal of the train deforming at the immense power of her swing. Her mad yellow eyes widened as her feral grin revealed the sharp edges of her fangs. She was sexy in the same way Ted Bundy was sexy to women, the thrill of danger fueling pleasure. I couldn't say I was entirely immune to this as I caught my eyes wandering toward her giant red tits. The only thing hiding them from the open air was a white chest wrap that once more added to her wild charm.
Despite ogling her I didn't let that distract me as my spear lashed out at her in retaliation. As the blade made contact with her skin I felt as if I hit solid steel, and a little scratch on her skin was all I got for my trouble. Clicking my tongue I cast [Necto] again as she swung her club at me. The umbral chains wrapped around her weapon, and pulled her off balance as her strike missed me by a mile. Coating my fist in geist I delivered a crisp jab that struck the white-haired Oni on the nose. This time my strike seemed to work as the girl bounced off the wall before breaking out in laughter, a trickle of blue blood dripping from her nose. Blunt damage seemed to work best on her then.
"Fufufufufu~ finally pain." Her eyes gazed at me with the look of a predator, and then I felt a searing pain as if my nose broke. Charlotte didn't fare any better as I heard her groan, the demon standing in front of us basking in our agony.
"Damn, I forgot about this." I cursed the mangaka in my heart for making such a powerful ability and then only having the character use it once. It's hard to keep up with every power when you have to introduce a new one because you forgot about the last one! [Voodo] is an entirely unique technique of Shuten-dōji allowing her to reflect the pain her body suffers. The only catch is that the pain is entirely illusory, meaning I feel the pain I cause her but don't receive the damage.
"Come on tiger~ I know you wanna hit me." Her sultry words had no effect on me as I sent a kick toward her toned abs. Shuten-dōji groaned as my foot bowled her over, lifting her off the ground. Charlotte followed up with her hands balled together, her fists slamming into the back of the Oni's head. The fight would be decided by which was better, Shuten-dōji's endurance, or our pain resistance. And we were losing.
Before my arrival here, I was nothing more than a retail worker languishing away 40 hours a week at a place I hated. I never experienced pain, the worse thing that I felt in my mundane life was the ache of my feet standing at a register all day. To say I was soft would be an understatement. Charlotte on the other hand grew up in a dangerous world and yet throughout all of it her captain had protected her. Pain was a foreign concept to her like the concept of taxes to an orangutan.
So when we felt our combined strikes reflected on us it took all of our strength not so simply collapse. Compared to us Shuten-dōji looked as fresh as a spring daisy. Her white hair cut in a bob swayed along with her wide hips, each step causing her mouth-watering breasts to jiggle in their tight confines. She stood over me now, my eyes getting a full view of her crimson slit hidden under her tigerskin loincloth. A small bush of pubic hair proving the curtains matched the drapes.
"What, don't tell me you're already done. We haven't even got to the best part yet!" Her fist sunk into my gut with enough force that bile spilled from my lips and nose. The sound of Charlotte screaming grew fuzzy as the edges of my vision grew dark.
Think, what did Daichi do?
How do you beat something that reflects pain?
Talk-no-Jutsu? No, a sadomasochist like Shuten-dōji would never see common cause with things she viewed as ants.
Then what is the opposite of pain?
Pleasure... Oh, I've got an idea.
What if instead of pain she felt pleasure instead? [Voodo] worked on the user's perception of pain so if instead of our attacks causing pain what if instead they caused pleasure? Because of her inability to reflect damage and the pleasure illusion nullifying her pain mirror, she would be completely under my control.
"Necto!" A scream broke from my lips as chains wrapped around Shuten-dōji once again. Her smile seemed to fade as she felt the familiar skill kill her fun again, but what she didn't expect was for my hands to grab hold of the crimson horns on the crown of her head. Emerald eyes met wild golden ones as I channeled geist through them, this required far more energy than the illusion I used on the monkey.
"Garridan what are you doing?" Charlotte asked as she watched me draw away from the slightly dazed Oni. Her eyes only widening as I sunk my fist into the red demons face. "Hey, wait—!"
"It's fine, look." I grabbed hold of the bound woman's horn and slapped her hard. Instead of the usual pain we would normally feel a light tingle spread through our bodies. Charlotte's breath grew a little uneven as the feeling of pleasure the oni felt grew.
Shuten-dōji herself was experiencing a new feeling for the first time. Her eyes grew moist as her breath grew ragged, each punch, kick, and slap sending electric arcs down her spine. Her back arched when a particularly powerful kick to her gut sent a rush of love juice down her meaty thighs.
"No, it's not fine Garridan you are touching a filthy slut." Charlotte's violet eyes darkened as she came closer to me, her budding arousal dying under her frosty ire. Instead of berating or hitting me though she simply pushed me away from the writhing Oni.
What came next was a clinical beatdown as Charlotte surgically struck Shuten-dōji. Each strike caused maximum bodily damage, broken bones, ruptured organs, and destroyed eyes. The deadly Tier 3 phantom had become a broken toy, and yet she moaned like a whore because each hit felt like heaven. The feeling of watching this demon break was euphoric, but like all good things they eventually end.
"Mmmmmf... I'll kill you fuckin' basssstards... hnnf... next time!" She spoke through a broken jaw and heavy moans, and with her final words, she flickered out of existence.
"Like I'll ever let there be a next time.." Charlotte muttered as she glared daggers at the spot where the Oni stood. My yandere senses tingled and yet I couldn't help but find it adorable how possessive she was.
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(Shuten-dōji POV):
Everything hurts.
That bastard's illusion wore off as soon as I teleported. The pain nearly broke me as I lay on the cave floor of my home. Flesh reknit, as bones fused and reset themselves sending daggers of pain throughout my body, and yet I couldn't stop the gnawing 'itch' growing between my legs. I was horny even as the pain of my eyes regrowing sent searing pain through my brain.
Shakily my hand reached under my loincloth as I began trying to douse the fire of lust with sweet release. And yet even as my pussy grew wetter and my masturbation more fierce I still couldn't stop that gnawing pain deep in my womb. Crawling over to my gourd I pulled the cork out with my teeth before chugging down the strong blood wine. If I couldn't stop the ache, I'd simply drown it in booze until I could go back one day and kill that bastard!
Just the thought of him... punching me.*Badum*
...kicking me. *Badump*
Biting me. *Badum*
Scratching me. *Badump*
Pulling my horns. *Badum*
Destroying me~
Made me so wet.
Wöchentlicher Energiestatus
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