Chapter 39: Style Number Two

Chapter 39: Style Number Two

Vending machines, mailboxes, and road signs were continuously launched into the air in our direction.

The city of Shinonome was beginning to be enveloped in twilight’s dim darkness as we continued to incessantly dodge the attacks of the boob ripping woman.

Karasuma and I had been simply driving around on whatever paths were most convenient for getting away from the boob ripping woman. However, the shape-shifting talisman’s time limit was coming up again with only a few minutes left so we immediately changed course.

"THE BOOBS, THE BOOBS ARE RUNNING AWAAAAAY–"

As if being pulled by the motorcycle that Karasuma and I rode, Nagumo Mutsumi the boob ripping woman also changed course.

"I can see it, Furuya! Are Soya and the others there!?"

"Yeah! Hold out for just a bit longer!"

Shinonome Municipal Stadium. Five hundred meters ahead.

A teary Karasuma spotted the blue signboard and cheered.

It also seemed like they had set up roadblocks.

The straight road which our motorcycle raced down had no one else but us on it.

Then–

"Furuya-kun! Aoi-chan! Over here!"

Soya was standing at the entrance to the stadium, waving her hand high up in the air.

"Make a right turn then keep going straight! Lead Nagumo-san to the middle of sports ground number one!"

Soya said, then hid herself in some bushes.

Karasuma turned the handlebars in the direction pointed by Soya and we stormed into the stadium.

SCREEEEEEECH!

Karasuma slammed on the breaks as soon as we arrived at the open space in the center of the stadium, causing the motorcycle’s tires to dig into sports ground number one’s beautiful grass field and spew soil and blades of grass into the air.

"BOOOOOOOBS!"

The cry of a beast that had lost its reason roared from behind. us

As if the road was meaningless to her, the boob ripping woman effortlessly blew away the trees planted around the open area we were on as she charged at us on all fours.

Nagumo Mutsumi, the demon whose torn uniform revealed a glimpse of her pitiful upper half, had completely changed.

Her lustrous ponytail swayed wildly like the tail of a predator and her dignified face which usually wore a cheerful smile was now glaring fiercely at Karasuma’s super boobs with naked hatred and bloodlust.

However, her face suddenly twisted in confusion.

"It’s over, it’s all over, I’m free at last…! I’m free from the boob ripping woman, free from the lecher who was grabbing my chest…!"

Karasuma’s boobs began to deflate rapidly as she fell forward onto the grassy field along with our motorcycle.

The boob ripping woman froze in her tracks, absolutely bewildered as she wondered where the big boobs that needed to be eliminated had gone.

However, the next moment, her eyes widened–

A huge magic formation emerged with the boob ripping woman at its center. Formed by numerous talismans, the magic formation emitted a bluish-white light. Dozens of exorcists stood around its perimeter as they concentrated their minds on maintaining it.

It was a special restraint technique that was activated by joining the spirit power of multiple exorcists.

The boob ripping woman screeched.

The pure light illuminated the boob ripping woman and coiled around her as if to restrict her movements. However,

"Again, they’re doing it again…"

"Big boobs… bullying me again… I’ll kill you…"

The woman who should have been bound by the powerful restraining technique swept her gaze around the area with a menacing glint in her eyes.

Even after being subjected to a technique that would’ve restrained nearly a hundred ordinary spirits or monsters simultaneously, she continued to crawl along the ground at a breakneck speed.

Her target was probably one of the female exorcists who was helping to maintain the restraining technique. It seemed like the team had taken into account the boob ripping woman’s nature and positioned the female exorcist behind the other exorcists in an attempt to hide her. Nevertheless, her bulge which could be faintly seen had unfortunately caught the boob ripping woman’s attention.

"What the hell!? The technique should be active… so how the hell can it still move so fast!?"

"So this is a sixth-ranked… can that newbie student really exorcise it!?"

The professional exorcists who were maintaining the technique let out astonished cries as their faces stiffened.

Although the boob ripping woman’s speed had dropped considerably compared to when she had been relentlessly pursuing Karasuma and me on our motorcycle, it was still not a speed that could be competed against using a flesh and blood body.

The exorcists who had become the target of the boob ripping woman stiffened their bodies as they readied for impact.

"Fufu, fufufufufu. Fuhehehehe–"

However, at that moment, the pervert beside me stood up shakily.

Even though everyone in this place had resolved themselves for death when fighting the sixth-ranked monster—

"Fuhahahahahahaha!"

With a smile of ecstasy and even some drool dripping from her mouth, Karasuma directed a lecherous gaze at the boob ripping woman. Her whole body, freed from the pressure of the boob ripping woman, now overflowed with her usual perverted aura without restraint.

"Miss Nagumo Mutsumi. Other than your enchanting fake boobs, I also remember your other charms well! Slender white limbs, thighs that I want to run my fingertips over, a lustrous ponytail that makes you worthy of being called the belle of kendo, your dignified face. You’re well-liked by everyone around you, your blunt and mannish personality… you truly check all the boxes needed for a modern female Japanese knight! Despite being surrounded and targeted by dozens of exorcists, you continue to resist and refuse to succumb to them… I must include this in my special wank folder! This! Overwhelmingly arousing situation!"

Karasuma bent her upper body forward as she hugged herself,

"Oh no! It looks like I’m going to have to bring the bottom of my pantsuit to the cleaners again!"

Then spread both her arms wide and shouted with all her strength.

She was so excited that it was hard to believe that she had been screaming tearily that she didn’t want to die just a moment ago.

"Eeeh… what’s up with that girl?"

"Has she gone mad?"

The assembled professional exorcists looked at us with expressions of dismay.

No, well, my apologies, she’s… a bit eccentric…

However, everyone became speechless when the excited Karasuma unleashed her technique.

"OOOOH! I can’t endure it any longer… self-taught barrier-type binding technique style number two–light swamp bondage hell!"

What appeared around the woman was not the rope of light we had seen before.

The boob ripping woman groaned.

Several transparent spheres of glowing light appeared and enveloped the limbs of the boob ripping woman as she continued trying to crawl towards the female exorcist. Her movements slowed and she began to struggle as if she had been thrown into a thick muddy swamp.

"Kufu, kufahahahahaha! That’s right, Miss Mutsumi! How humiliated you must be to have your movements restrained by mud made of light shaped like the boobs you hate so much! I have always wanted to see that vexed look on your face! Ah, what, are you trying to tempt me? If you look at me with such a defiant face, you’re going to make me feel even more turned on!"

Karasuma breathed raggedly as her whole body trembled and twitched. Seriously, she made me feel sick.

However, the technique that activated as a result of her perverted fetish was unexpectedly powerful.

It was stronger than even the large-scale restraint technique which required the power of dozens of professional exorcists and seemed to have succeeded in binding the boob ripping woman.

"W, what is this girl…"

"She’s crazy… she’s crazy but, this power…"

"Does this mean that all the training I’ve been doing is meaningless…? If I also go all out with my fetish, will my power also go up…?"

It looked like some of the professional exorcists wanted to follow her on the wrong path. Please don’t be rash, you guys.

But what was even more unexpected than the power of Karasuma’s perverted binding technique was the strength of the monster known as the boob ripping woman.

"Furuya-kun!"

Soya ran up to us from the direction of the stadium’s entrance, out of breath.

The nearby exorcists flinched and hastily turned their faces away from Soya.

If this girl wasn’t careful, wasn’t there a high chance that she would be even more feared than the boob ripping woman?

"It looks like our strategy worked! However, t-that…"

Soya choked on her words when she saw the boobing ripping woman wriggling around furiously in the light swamp bondage hell.

"Yeah. Despite being hit by the large-scale technique of dozens of exorcists and Karasuma’s perverted technique… she can still move like that."

As the boob ripping woman struggled to shake off the giant mud balls made of light, her arms violently struck the ground, causing deep gouges in the grassy field. Despite the distance, we could clearly see how fast her flailing limbs were moving.

Twelve Heavenly Master caliber. It seemed like the Society had been deadly serious when they classified her as a sixth-rank.

"But there’s no way I can chicken out now after all the preparation we’ve done."

After saying that, I dashed out.

"Furuya-kun!"

Soya’s voice came from behind me then two shikigami followed me on both sides.

"I don’t know if they’ll be of any help… but I performed a make-shift resurrection on these two! They will support you with all their strength!"

"Ah! You’re a great help!"

I looked over my shoulder to give her my thanks then ran to the center of the open field where the boob ripping woman was rampaging.

In order to make Nagumo, who had lost her mind after being engulfed by the monster, climax.