Murayama had undergone tremendous changes after not seeing her for a single short day. Her hair was tied into a high ponytail, her face was still as pretty as ever if not for the twisted smile curling her lips, and her eyes glowed with a creepy obsessiveness that sent goosebumps crawling across Yusuke's skin.
She wore a tight black latex outfit, the zipper at the front pulled down around her chest to reveal a large portion of her breasts. In her hands, she gripped a purple-black sword that radiated a deep purple light.
"Is this your choice?" Yusuke didn't answer her question. Instead, he asked simply after carefully sizing her up. At the same time, he silently ordered the system, 'Show me her submission value.'
[Murayama's submission: 58.]
'As expected, it has dropped significantly,' Yusuke stared calmly at the notification and thought to himself. He then questioned the system directly, 'Bitch, you really are deliberately trying to screw me over. You never said their submission could drop.'
From the moment he spoke to Murayama on the phone, Yusuke immediately guessed that her submission must have dropped significantly, so it did not come as a surprise to him.
What made him feel cautious, however, was the system's lack of clarification, since she had never mentioned anything about this before.
[I thought there was no need to state something so obvious. They are human beings, and human emotions change according to their circumstances. It is perfectly normal for a person's submission and obedience levels to drop or rise depending on the mental state they are currently experiencing.] The system spoke in her own defense, though her tone remained casual as if she didn't take Yusuke's accusation seriously at all.
[But generally speaking, the higher the submission value becomes, the more difficult it is for that value to fall.]
'So 88 wasn't high?' Yusuke did not waste his breath arguing with this bitch, he had long since learned it was pointless.
[Anything below the (Devoted) level is considered relatively low. At that threshold, unless you deliberately did something outrageously and utterly unforgivable, the submission value would rarely drop significantly.] The system answered matter-of-factly.
'You should have told me this from the very beginning, bitch!' Yusuke said with obvious irritation. At the same time, he made a mental note that he should never completely rely on this system again.
This was not the first time she had screwed him over, intentionally or not, and Yusuke had already lost a large degree of trust in her.
"I thought it over and over, I can't live without you, Yu-kun, but I can't forgive you for playing around with other women." Contrary to the solemn Yusuke, Murayama still wore that same twisted smile. She was so excited she nearly orgasmed on the spot, her heart pounding wildly, blood rushing to her head, her breath coming out like hot steam from her mouth and nose.
She twirled her sword in a circle before bringing it to rest in front of her face, running her tongue along the dark blade as she whispered with dangerous sweetness, "For that transgression, you deserve proper punishment, Yu-kun~"
Swoosh!
As soon as she finished speaking, her body moved at an astonishing speed. She vanished from her original position and reappeared in the air directly above Yusuke, her sword held high and aimed precisely at his shoulder.
After awakening her Sacred Gear, she had discovered that aside from the blade being incredibly sharp, it also significantly enhanced both her speed and physical strength.
Just by holding the sword, she felt like a superior version of her past self, a higher being altogether. The intoxicating sensation of newfound power was absolutely exhilarating to experience!
Yusuke's eyes tracked her calmly. Because of his heightened reactions, everything around him seemed unbearably slow. To him, Murayama was moving like a snail. He had more than enough time to observe her position, the way her breasts jiggled, and the tight latex outfit that outlined her camel toe. Honestly, she looked damn hot in this leather rider getup.
He casually sidestepped, evading the blade by mere inches. However, this time, just when the sword was about to hit the ground, Murayama suddenly altered its trajectory mid-air. She adjusted her grip and swung the blade horizontally, now aiming directly at Yusuke's thighs!
Swoosh!
Yusuke lightly tapped the ground with his foot and leaped gracefully into the air, performing a clean backflip that easily created distance between himself and her attacking range.
"As expected from my Yu-kun, you are so quick and fast!" Murayama's ever-present twisted smile twitched as she spoke, gripping her sword tightly.
[Ouch! I can smell the burn! Hahaha! Murayama 1 - Gaylord 0!] The system had missed no chance to fan the flames.
"Phrasing, mind your phrasing. Don't you know who's really the quick one between us?" Yusuke's face darkened. 'Shut the fuck up, useless hoe! Don't ever call me that name again, holeless slut!'
"Ahn~ You're right, Yu-kun! Just having you inside me makes me finish so quickly~" Murayama's face flushed red, her hot breathing growing rougher. She clenched the hilt of her sword between her thighs, her whole body wriggling. But the next moment, almost as if teleporting, her body blurred and she appeared right in front of Yusuke, swinging her sword once again at his legs.
"After punishing you, we'll have all the time in the world to enjoy ourselves~" she shouted as she slashed.
Yusuke had already predicted her attack using the Observation Haki, and when the sword cut through him, it sliced only through an afterimage. His real body appeared silently behind her, and he calmly stretched out his arm, pushing her back with just his index finger.
Bang!
The force from his finger was so powerful that it sent Murayama flying toward the fountain, slamming hard against the stone walls surrounding it. The impact knocked the wind completely out of her lungs, causing her breathing to halt momentarily in her chest before she fell heavily to the ground, landing flat on her back.
"Yu…kun, how?" She rolled onto her stomach and then slowly pushed herself up with the support of her sword, staring at Yusuke with shock, astonishment, and even fear. "This… is not how… It's supposed to be!"
"Why? Why are you so strong?!" This was supposed to be an easy fight. With the power of her sword, she planned to sever his limbs, stop his bleeding, and drag him back to the remote basement she had prepared outside the town.
The plan was meant to be perfect and effortless, yet reality was proving the exact opposite. Why was she the one being dominated in this fight?!
The reason she had summoned the courage to defy Yusuke and attack him in the first place was her newfound strength. It had given her the confidence to believe she could defeat him and forcefully make him hers!
"Slow. You are too slow, and very weak as well," Yusuke said, his voice calm as he strode toward her. He was equally surprised by his own improvement; he had become so fast, so strong, that it genuinely startled him.
He had wanted to use this fight with Murayama to properly gauge his current strength, but she was simply too weak and slow to provide him with even the slightest bit of challenge or pressure.
"It's time to end this, Murayama," he declared as he extended his arm toward her head with a completely indifferent expression.
"No! I refuse to accept this!" Murayama roared, gripping her sword. Summoning strength from nowhere, she swung violently, aiming randomly at him this time, the blade directed at his face.
Swoosh!
As the sword was about to strike, Yusuke casually moved his hand and stopped it with ease. Astonishingly, the blade was wedged perfectly between his index finger and thumb. "Is this all?" he asked, eyes fixed on her with utterly cold gazes.
"Shit… I screwed up… big this time… didn't I?" Murayama stared at the scene, her face pale, the crazed look replaced by haplessness. Regret and dread filled her eyes.
She regretted turning on Yusuke. Why hadn't she first gauged his strength before stupidly and arrogantly attempting to attack him? She regretted her impatience. She could have planned better, but no! Just because she got some stupid power-up, she thought she had become invincible and decided to completely destroy her relationship with him!
Fuck! If she could go back in time, she would have killed her stupid past self!
Meeting Yusuke's cold and indifferent gaze, Murayama felt dread freeze her blood. She wasn't particularly afraid of death itself, but what absolutely terrified her most was the horrible thought of losing Yusuke forever. He had warned her countless times that if she pulled such a stupid stunt in the future, he wouldn't even give her a second chance.
And like the crazy bitch she was, she had done exactly that.
[Murayama's submission +1]
[Murayama's submission +1]
[Murayama's submission +1]
[Murayama's submission +1]
Suddenly, multiple notifications flooded Yusuke's vision, showing Murayama's submission value rising significantly. He had already expected this. After all, Murayama was the type to submit after taking a beating, then fight back when she saw an opening, only to submit again after another punishment.
But Yusuke had no interest in dealing with such a toxic and troublesome relationship. Instead of tiring himself and everyone around him, he might as well end it completely.
[Murayama's submission: 90.]
The increase stopped at 90, two points higher than the 88 it had been yesterday.
"Yu-kun, no! Master! I'm sorry! Please give me another chance! I won't do it again, please! I can't live without you!" Murayama let go of her sword and crawled to Yusuke, clutching his legs as she begged. She pressed her face against his boot, tears streaming down her cheeks, pleading in a completely disgraceful way.
Yet, she felt no humiliation or grievance, only fear, dread, and deep regret. "Please, Master! One more chance! Just one chance!"
"…" Silently holding the blade between his fingers, Yusuke stared at Murayama clinging to his legs. Just minutes ago, she had confidently and arrogantly declared that she would "punish" him and attack mercilessly, but now all of her arrogance and confidence had been replaced by humiliation and fear.
[Are you really going to kill her?] The system noticed his complete silence and asked curiously.
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Note: Any ideas for a name for Murayama's Sacred Gear?
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