Chapter 9: Scene 9 – HoneyP0T

"This is for you, Malice!" Mars strummed a golden pick across the strings. Her foot pressed onto the pedal, amplifying the sound of her electric guitar. Fingers danced to an invisible song. She had to trust that her skill was doing its job; she couldn't hear her guitar, not while she was wearing her headphones.

So long as she held down the notes and kept plucking, she could level this place long before her teammates came to pick through the rubble. It wouldn't destroy the dungeon core outright, but based on what she'd seen from the rookie? Dealing with the dungeon core wouldn't be any trouble. Even if it was buried under layers of concrete, Gaia could scoop it out with her magic.

This attack would have shattered the [Mirrorhives] that had taken out her drones. She made sure to tune her volume loud enough that it would resonate with the mirrored glass they were made of, shattering the wasp in front of her into pieces and doing doubtless more damage to the structure behind it. She'd like to evaluate the destruction, but lacking Honeybees meant she'd have to confirm the damage personally.

Mars felt it was better to wait for her teammates before making any kind of survey of the core.

"Yeah, bet you like that!" Mars called out to a shattered façade. "Let's go for an encore, okay?" Mars lifted her pick high into the sky, ready to swipe down and set the rest of the house ablaze. It never fell.

Hands wrapped around her [Roman Sound Engineer] and pulled, plucking them off. Mars' ears were filled with a relaxing static; the source was close, right behind her. The cicadas of summer continued to chirp away, and Mars felt a chill run up her spine as someone behind her let out a breath.

"Let's not!" A quiet and harmonious voice uttered from within the static, crystalline and filled with reflections of itself. Mars froze. That voice was impossible. It was synthetic in a way humans could never produce. But more importantly, it was feminine and inches from her ears. Her legs trembled. That voice was perfect.

"I think your concert has gone on long enough, Nebulossom Mars." That voice echoed, each reflection of the sound landing differently. Her voice was an instrument of destruction that left Mars flushed and needy.

Black claws slipped around her face, obscuring her vision. The sound of static intensified. "Can't we just talk? Why do we need to fight?" The static was interrupted by the crystalline chimes of the Malice behind her; Divines, she let the Malice get behind her. She could feel the Malice pressing against her body, claws wrapped around her eyes as a threat. The implication was clear:

Move, and I strike where you are most vulnerable.

Her helmet, the artifact that brought all her powers to another level, had an evident weakness. The visor was thin. An accurate strike could break through the barrier between her eyes and those slender, black claws. The Malice could deal grievous damage. Mars knew her body was vulnerable, tapped dry of Faith as she was. A mistake at this juncture could be lethal. 

Her cheeks were warm and flushed. Vulnerable. Mars was helpless, she could be killed at any moment, and the creature that held her life in its claws wanted to talk. She tried to speak to the melodic voice that made her legs quiver and her body tremble, but words escaped her throat.

It was no wonder she was rock hard when she finally worked out a reply.

"T, talk? You want to talk?" Mars had to swallow her saliva. (Divines, crush me right now. I'm about to do something not okay.)

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"Yes. I want to speak with you. Is that okay, Nebulossom Mars?" The Malice continued to speak in her in such soft and delicate tones, Mars couldn't stand it any longer—

"Ohhh…." Mars let out a moan, biting her tongue much too late. Her eyes widened, and the Malice holding her stiffened up.

"Di- did you just moan?!" There was a sharp pop in the static, followed by a low crackle.

Both Mars and the Malice were at a loss for words. The Malice certainly hadn't expected to make the woman before her moan, and the magical girl didn't anticipate the direction the conversation was heading either.

"Y— yes! I mean, yes! I." Mars felt her face heat up to a brighter red. Mars tried to cover her face to hide the cringe from the world, only to have her fingers meet with the hands of the Malice embracing her.

"H-holding hands?! Wait, th, that's crossing a line?" The crystalline voice squeaked and tried to pull back. The Malice let go of her victim, tripping over her high heels and falling back. Reflecthives caught her, struggling and buzzing their wings to hold her up.

Mars completely covered her face in shame. "I-I didn't mean to, I! Forget it! Ugh! Please don't tell the other magical warriors!" Mars spun around towards the Malice with the beautiful voice, reaching out for her collar. A hand wrapped around the yoke of the purple suit and pulled the monster close, one finger pointed accusingly at her wax-stained throat. A screen flashed an error message atop that neck, a yellow caution symbol wiggling in surprise.

"You better not tell anyone, okay?! You didn't hear a thing, right? Right?" Mars didn't admit anything, but the cringe damage had exceeded a threshold. She'd have to bluff to keep this Malice from killing her; she could tell that her actions decimated her psychic defenses. If there was one thing she could bluff, it was anger.

"Answer m—ph!?" While shaking the purple-suited Malice, she shook a little too hard. The screen planted into her face, and she felt her lips press against the surface.

The whole screen went haywire, flashing Mars with a confusion of color before settling on the visage of a bashful girl. "M-my first kiss…."

—It was too much. Mars let go of the girl and ran away in tears.

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