Chapter 296 Himezaki Rieslett ⑭
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Hehe, that’s a hell of a look on you, ain’t it?” said the man.
”Hie—! Don’t come any closer! Stay back!” Reese cried out.
The man edged toward me as I scrambled backward, stark naked. He was repulsive. Even though his features were technically handsome, they were twisted into a hideous, vulgar sneer that ruined everything.
”You were wailing and squealing with such ‘pleasure’ just a second ago, and now you’re playing hard to get? That’s cold,” he sneered.
”I don’t know you! I don’t know who the hell you are! Get away from me!” I shouted.
The man spoke as if he knew me, but I had no memory of him. None at all.
”No… don’t… Kyah!”
I was backing up blindly and tripped over something, losing my balance. I fell hard on my backside. In this state—completely, utterly nude—my power was pathetic. My Unique Skill¹, ‘Cosplayer’, is useless unless I’m actually wearing something. Being stark naked made me less than nothing.
When I fought Lil-san before, even when parts of my gear were stripped away, the skill’s effects lingered. But I never imagined a situation where everything—the clothes on my back and the spear in my hand—would be stolen. That gear was my favorite, but it wasn’t just about the loss of items. I could have just changed, and my skill even allowed for ‘Instant Equipping.’
(But he’ll just strip it off me again. I know it.) I felt it in my gut.
The man threw off his own armor, standing before me fully exposed. He didn’t even try to hide it, flaunting the turgid thing between his legs.
(It’s smaller than Natsumi’s.)
Not that it mattered. The man took advantage of my fall, pinning me down and shoving his face toward my crotch.
”What’s this? You’re bone dry. Usually, once a woman catches a glimpse of my ‘Big Magnum,’ she’s mine. Whatever. I’ll just make it easier to slide in. I’m gonna lick you until you’re soaking wet,” the man muttered.
”Hie! No! Stop! Stop it!” I pleaded.
I tried to shove his head away, but the sheer difference in our raw strength was overwhelming. He didn’t budge. Instead…
Schlorp, slurp, squelch, slurp-slurp-slurp, lick, schlick, schloooop!
He began to lick my p**sy with sickening, wet sounds.
”No! It’s disgusting! You’re disgusting!” I screamed.
I felt sick. It was abhorrent. My skin crawled with goosebumps. When Natsu did this for me, I was enveloped in euphoria, dripping with love-juice as I reached the heights of bliss again and again. But this man’s touch evoked nothing but pure loathing and hatred.
”Hehe, how’s that for technique, huh?” he asked.
”Disgusting… disgusting, disgusting, DISGUSTING!” I yelled.
”Hah! Don’t lie to me. You’re actually loving it, aren’t you? You’re just holding back your screams of pleasure,” he laughed.
”As if that would ever happen, you perverted piece of trash!” I spat.
Ignoring my insults, the man continued his assault.
Slurp-slurp, nibble, lick-lick-lick… “Ku-hehe, you really are something else. For some reason, I can’t ‘steal’ your heart, but I guess I’ll just have to make you fall for me with my mouth instead,” he whispered.
”Don’t make me laugh, you hack! You’ve got a micro-d**k smaller than Natsu’s! No one would ever fall for a loser like you!” I retorted.
”Huh? Who’s got a micro-d**k? You mean that Natsumi guy? He’s the one with the toothpick!” Sugita barked.
Enraged by the insult to his manhood, he began to suck even more violently. He ran his tongue along the sensitive folds and bit down on my clitoris.
”Guh… no… I hate this! I refuse to feel good because of a guy like this! I absolutely refuse!”
But no matter how loud I screamed, the absolute power gap remained. He continued to torment me, relentlessly and cruelly.
(Natsu, help me… Natsu…)
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”Reese, your Unique Skill is actually pretty fascinating,” Natsu said.
”Nnh… hafu… really…?” I replied.
After we returned from the Demon Realm, Natsu had taken each of us individually over the course of several days. His stamina was honestly staggering. After being made to climax so many times I couldn’t even keep my hips up, I lay there face down, wrapped in a heavy, blissful exhaustion.
I had betrayed Natsu once, and our relationship had shifted to one of Master and Servitude. But I was the one at fault. He could have erased my memories and exiled me, but at our request, he didn’t. He gave us a chance for penance. That punishment was agonizing and strict, and there were times I begged for mercy, but now I’m just grateful he gave me a path to atonement. Even if our bond has changed, I was able to be one with him. I haven’t forgotten what we did. I haven’t forgotten the regret and the pain I caused him for even a second.
Honoka-san often said she “didn’t want to be forgiven,” and now I truly understand that sentiment.
Anyway, about my Unique Skill.
”The stats and abilities change based on the gear, right? So, if you dressed up as a certain ‘Knight King’, you could actually fire off that attack?” Natsu asked.
”Yeah… I think so. Though the sword might break under the pressure. Besides, if I’m naked, my stats tank so hard I couldn’t even take on a Goblin,” I explained.
It was true. Once, I checked my Status Window while wearing nothing—not even underwear—and the numbers were pathetic. I didn’t have any skills except the ones I’d learned naturally.
”Hmm. But what if you took on the form of someone who can fight while naked? Like… this, maybe?” he suggested.
”I don’t know. I’d have to change the shape of my limbs, and even my hair,” I mused.
”It’s worth a shot. Tell you what, I’ll teach you a specific skill. Try using it and see if the ‘Cosplayer’ effect kicks in,” he said.
”Eh… but doing a ‘naked’ cosplay in front of everyone is so embarrassing…” I muttered.
* * *
”Ugh…”
The sheer disgust must have made me black out for a moment. When I came to, the man was pressing the tip of his pathetic micro-d**k against my entrance, ready to force his way in.
”Hehe, time to eat. You’d better scream and go wild for me,” the man sneered.
Slowly, inch by inch, he began to push past the folds. It was only the tip, but total violation was only a matter of time. This had to be a joke. I’d rather die than be tainted by this.
”…Don’t… screw with me. As if… I’d ever let a piece of garbage like you… have my body,” I ground out.
”Who said anything about ‘letting’ me? It’s too late-ssu! Look at that, it’s sliding right in! Gyahahaha!” Sugita laughed.
I gnashed my teeth. Rage boiled over—rage at this man, and rage at my own uselessness.
(Useless?)
(Really?)
(Have I tried everything?)
…No. Not yet. I haven’t tried that. I was too embarrassed to even think about it before, but I don’t have the luxury of shame anymore.
My hair split, sweeping to the left and right. It lengthened, hardening into the shape of wings. Two antennae sprouted from my forehead, and my hands and feet shifted, curling into sharp, avian talons. I looked like an angel, yet felt like a demon. A “fledgling” was the only word for it.
The skill Natsu had taught me was ‘Partial Mimicry’². It was a lower-tier version of his ‘Perfect Mimicry.’ I didn’t have time to check my Status Window. If my stats were still zero, if I had no skills in this form, I was going to be r*ped.
He had my shoulders pinned, but my arms were free. I lashed out, raking my right hand across the man’s face.
”It’s going in, it’s going in… It’s—GYAAAAAAHHH?!” Sugita screamed.
The unexpected counterattack sent him reeling back. His face was gouged deep where my talons had struck. The power was even greater than I’d hoped. I stood up slowly. I’d made it in time—he hadn’t fully entered. Even if he had, I would have just told Natsu and had him ‘Overwrite’³ the stain.
”Y-You… what the hell is that form?!” he stammered.
”It worked. And… I can feel it. I’m strong. I even know how to fly,” I said.
”Damn you! No more games! I’m going to violate you until you can’t breathe without me! I’ll break you and toss you away like a used rag!” he screamed.
The man screamed, spitting foul promises of ruin.
(I’m the one who’s done playing.)
I remembered now. Sugita Kazuo. One of the bastards who participated in my gang-r*pe. The ringleader. A silver-spooned, bottom-of-the-barrel piece of shit.
I blurred behind Sugita, wrapping my arms around him from the back. My breasts pressed against him, and for a second, he looked delighted. I endured the disgust.
”Nuhoh! Pressing your tits against me? You were craving me after all, weren’t you?! Gyahahaha! ‘I won’t forgive you,’ my ass! You’re already hooked!” he cackled.
”…Think whatever you want,” I whispered.
My hair-wings flapped with a low hum, and I lifted off the ground. Carrying someone like Sugita was effortless.
Higher. Higher into the sky we went.
10 meters… 20… 50… 100… 200…
”H-Hey! How high are we going?! Let go! Let me go, damn it!” Sugita wailed.
I ignored his pathetic wailing and kept climbing. How high were we? 500 meters? That should do.
”You want me to let go? Fine. I’ll let go,” I said.
”Wait! No! Don’t let go! DON’T LET GOOOOOOO—” Sugita screamed.
(First he wants to be let go, then he doesn’t. Make up your mind… oh well, I already dropped him.)
Sugita had no way to fly. He plummeted toward the earth. The impact alone would have turned him into a paste, but I didn’t want a single scrap of his meat remaining on this planet. I deactivated ‘Mimicry’ and triggered ‘Instant Equip.’
A blue tunic. A silver breastplate. Gauntlets. The iconic outfit of a certain Blue Saber. And in my hand, I gripped the legendary Holy Sword. Aiming down at the falling Sugita (I was falling, too), I channeled every ounce of my stats into the blade.
”Ex…”
I unleashed the final judgment.
”CALIBURRRRRRRR!”
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Summary:
Himezaki Reese finds herself cornered and stripped by Sugita Kazuo, the man responsible for her past trauma. A flashback reveals Natsu teaching her ‘Partial Mimicry’ as a way to use her skills while vulnerable. Reclaiming her agency, Reese transforms, flies Sugita to a lethal height, and obliterates him with an ‘Excalibur’ beam.
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Trivia:
- The mention of ‘Overwriting’ suggests a mechanic where s*xual trauma can be magically or conceptually overwritten by a partner.
- The ‘Blue Saber’ outfit implies Reese can replicate conceptual powers of famous heroes if her equipment is accurate.
- Sugita’s inability to ‘steal’ Reese’s heart hints at a unique resistance she has developed due to her bond with Natsu
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Character Insight:
Reese transitions from a victim of her past to an executioner. Her relationship with Natsu is framed as one of consensual servitude and atonement, which empowers her to overcome Sugita’s attempt to re-assert dominance.
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Lore And Worldbuilding Context:
The ‘Cosplayer’ unique skill is gear-dependent, making the user vulnerable when nude. ‘Partial Mimicry’ serves as a sub-skill to bypass this limitation by altering the body itself into a viable ‘outfit’.
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TL Notes:
The SFX localization prioritized visceral impact to match the ‘chest-scum’ (munakuso) tag provided by the author. ‘Micro-d**k’ was chosen as a modern localized insult for ‘So-chin’.
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TL Notes:
Notes:
• Reese – Jessica’s sister, a striking blonde, serves as the Apostle of Wrath—short‑tempered, impulsive, and armed with the gear she first received. Once under Sugita’s control, she fell into despair and exposure when the effect ended, and now, as a former friend of Natsu, she places loyalty to the Goddess above their past bond.
• Lil – 166 cm tall, hourglass 90‑56‑90, long indigo waist‑length hair, sharp golden eyes, wolf ears, dog‑like tail, scarred abdomen; silver‑haired in human form, Fenrir‑kin Queen, wife of the protagonist, mother of Leki, Van and newborn Mana, called “number one” by Mitsuba. Now a Demon King, cherished companion of Sasaki, found naked and tentacled on a pillar, drifting, abducted to Sky Temple Suria for baptism. Recently revealed under Aurelia’s control.
• Natsumi – 168‑171 cm, 57‑59 kg; baby‑faced, bangs, dark hair. Resurrected “God” of Greedia (Sieben), silent white‑winged Commander‑in‑Chief leading ant‑soldiers and priestesses, wields a veiny holy sword, builds a harem via biological/magical dominance, best friend to the duo as a Materialization Alchemist who gave the ‘If Seeds’. Master/partner of Reese, who taught him powerful ‘Partial Mimicry’.
• Natsu – The protagonist and ‘Avenger’. Formerly considered a plain, powerless loner before being summoned. Currently possesses Sin Magic and a connection to his true comrades.
• Sugita – Sugita Kazuo, heir of police elite, leads the Sugita gang and bullies Natsumi Sasaki. Cold, lean, sharp‑featured with an arrogant stare. Uses Steal to manipulate women, impersonated hero Sieben, was stripped to Level 7, cursed as a Hero, became a Lesser Vampire, executed and erased. He assaulted Reese and Yukiko, mocked for a small member, embodying irredeemable evil.
• Honoka – Petite maid in gleaming white armor with shimmering angelic skin and hidden wings, once the cold class rep who mocked Sasaki Natsuki, now his bound Goshujin-sama—revived from frozen stasis by a wish to bear his child, utterly devoted and sexually obsessed, trembling with ecstasy at his scent. Her lewd eyes and large breasts contrast her pristine uniform; she wields a Caduceus staff, heals with wind sorcery and wings, fiercely protects him, and suffers lonely longing within his harem, transformed into an energetic Apostle of Lust by servitude.
• Sugita Kazuo – Sugita Kazuo, heir of police elite, leads the Sugita gang and bullies Natsumi Sasaki. Cold, lean, sharp‑featured with an arrogant stare. Uses Steal to manipulate women, impersonated hero Sieben, was stripped to Level 7, cursed as a Hero, became a Lesser Vampire, executed and erased. He assaulted Reese and Yukiko, mocked for a small member, embodying irredeemable evil.
• Himezaki – Himezaki Rieslett, a half‑Japanese, half‑Swedish teen with youthful looks often mistaken for her mother’s sister, sports long hair that can transform, wears a black cloak over a white shirt tied with a red ribbon, a navy‑blue pleated knee‑length skirt, black knee‑highs and brown leather shoes. A cosplayer and Unique Skill holder, she is the protagonist seeking atonement for past trauma.
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