2.30 – Flashed

2.30 – Flashed

It was a horrible idea, Natalie realized the moment the skill settled across her. Like before, using the ability in a less than appropriate way came naturally, so much easier than her struggles to use it in a typical combat manner. And, concentrated on the ongoing spar, the exact application, Natalie left up to her subconscious. Considering that, what came out was better than she could have hoped for.

She made herself naked. Her Tenet uniform disappeared, leaving Natalie bare—not an inch of clothing on her.

A horrible idea. That realization pounded into her not just from her reasonable, functioning brain—the part that had protested this idea from the start—but also from how devastatingly effective it was. Exactly as intended, Sofia faltered. And not just faltered, but floundered. Her eyes shot open in surprise, and she stumbled, the first time Natalie had maybe ever seen that.

Natalie, of course, capitalized. Her combat training kicked in, even if her rational self was horrified at what she’d done. In a quick exchange, Sofia was lying on the ground, disarmed, gaping up at Natalie, who’d dispelled the illusion and returned her uniform. Dressed. Not naked.

“Point to me,” Natalie said—though it was, unfortunately, impossible to take satisfaction in her exceedingly rare triumph against her composed white-haired rival. Because ... the look on her face.

“Did you just flash me?” Sofia shrilled.

“It was an illusion.”

“But it was you! Naked!”

“Not actually me.”

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There wasn’t much of one. Natalie knew what she looked like naked, obviously, so the illusion had been true to life. There ... wasn’t much difference between what she’d done and actually just stripping off her clothes. She’d flashed Sofia. Full-body. She’d seen every inch of her. Only for a brief moment, but every inch.

Except ... had Natalie included her cock?

Her alarm spiked. She didn’t think so? To be honest, though she was growing accustomed to it, it hadn’t fully settled as ‘part’ of her, yet. Her illusion, she found herself reasonably certain of, had been of her body as how it had been most her life. Cock not included.

Not that Natalie wasn’t mortified. She’d flashed Sofia.

And why was Sofia blushing so deeply? She was a prude, and this was an embarrassing situation, so a blush was reasonable. But this much so? Her face beet-red, and practical shrieking her responses?

Seriously, why had Natalie done that?

“It’s not that big of a deal,” Natalie said, her own face burning to the point it felt numb. “Chill, princess.” She held out a hand to help the girl up, who was still laid out on the ground, Natalie the victor of the exchange.

“You flashed me,” Sofia dumbly repeated.

It was surprisingly easy to get out. Mostly, because it deflected away from, y’know, Natalie flashing herself as just something she’d randomly chosen to do. Gods, why had she? This whole mess could have been averted. She couldn’t even take satisfaction in having won the fight.

“So, you know,” Natalie said. “Have to play to my strengths.” Desperately wanting to move on, she said, “You’re just mad you lost.”

Sofia didn’t take the bait. “Your aspect is lust?” She placed a hand on her forehead, seeming dazed. At least the blush had faded. “That’s why you acted so weird after your unlocking.”

“I didn’t act that weird.”

Sofia ignored her. “What does that entail, then? What else did you get?”

An alternative leveling system that progressed through fucking other girls. Yeah, she wasn’t sharing that secret.

“Stuff,” Natalie said stubbornly. “It’s none of your business.”

Sofia didn’t seem bothered by that. Keeping the details of one’s class was standard. “You don’t plan on using it in spars, do you?”

Lewd illusions? “No. Obviously not.”

“Natalie just wanted to show off for you,” Jordan added from the sidelines.

Two pairs of eyes pivoted to the dark-haired girl. Natalie and Sofia gaped at her.

“Her specialty,” Jordan clarified, eyes sparkling. “She wanted to show off her specialty. Not anything else, pervert.” The words were addressed at Sofia, who turned scarlet and started stuttering.

And, what the hell? Why was Jordan being a traitor? Natalie needed help smoothing this over, not her stoking the flames. She glared, but Jordan wasn’t put out in the slightest.

“Your turn,” Natalie said. “Get up here.” If there was anything that would dispel the disaster of a situation she’d created, it was continuing spars.

“Do I get the same treatment?” Jordan asked. “Gonna flash me, too? Or is Sofia special?”

“I didn’t flash her.” Natalie pointedly didn’t make eye contact with Sofia, who’d gathered her weapon and fled off the sparring pad. “Besides, it wouldn’t work on you.”

“Oh? Why not?”

Natalie’s mouth was running along without checking with her brain, again. Rather than finishing the exchange—it wouldn’t end well—Natalie simply raised her hammer and pointedly indicated they were starting.

Jordan rolled her eyes, but obliged.