Grind-to-Cash System: Buy SSS Skills to Spam them Infinitely with Cash-Chapter 13 - Blue...balls?

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A cold droplet kissed her forehead.

Asperia's eyes snapped open.

The ceiling above was jagged stone, slick with moisture. Water dripped steadily in the distance, the only sound accompanying the frantic beat of her heart.

"Haah!" She sat up with a gasp, hand pressing to her chest as her wild eyes scanned the surroundings—raw stone, flickering firelight, silence. A cave. Cold. Damp. Unknown.

Then came the pain.

"Ugh... n-no—!" She clutched her skull, a white-hot lance slicing through her thoughts.

The ocean. The wind. The sky—filled with beasts.

No. Metal beasts.

Wings forged of steel, slicing through clouds, faster than thought—unleashing mid-tier explosive magic like it was nothing.

Her uncle had struck first. She saw it. His sword cleaved through the air, lashing out with power that tore one of the flying invaders from the sky.

Cheers had risen from the deck.

Brief. Hollow.

Because then—the sky broke open.

She saw it again. A miniature sun blooming above them. Its light unnatural. Blinding.

Then—nothing.

No fire. No wreckage.

Just light.

Light so pure and vast it erased.

The sea boiled into vapor. The air screamed. Sound died.

Her uncle was the first to be hurled into the churning sea by the pressure wave.

Then her.

No... she wasn't thrown.

She was dragged. Pulled by someone—someone who dove in with her as the world vanished.

Then—blankness.

She gasped, body curling in on itself. Her stomach twisted, her chest trembled.

Eyes wide. A single tear trailed down her cheek.

"They're all... just gone..."

Tears spilled freely now.

"U-Uncle..."

She hugged herself, arms tightening like a broken shield around her shivering frame. Her vision blurred with salt and sorrow.

"I saw them disappear. I—I watched the sky burn white... I need to warn the Empire—!"

But beneath it all, something stirred.

Duty. Pride. Vengeance.

She was alive.

And that meant something.

Sniffling, she wiped her face with a trembling hand, leaving a smear of dirt across her cheek. Her legs screamed in protest, but she stood.

Because she had to.

No more tears. No collapsing in the dark.

They didn't choose this fate.

But she would choose her answer.

"I, Asperia Von Altrosian, take the oath..." Her voice—raw velvet, layered in fury and sorrow. Mana ignited through her veins, circling her core with blinding clarity. This was a blood-oath. One that, if broken, would kill her.

"...I will—"

"HELP MEEE!"

A voice shattered the silence.

Her breath caught, eyes whipping to the sound.

Only now did she fully see her surroundings.

The cave extended forward into a misty pool—its surface shimmering with faint mana. The walls here were darker, stone like onyx, glistening with moisture.

Splash!

A figure burst from the water.

"Haah—FUCK! Someone help, I'm gonna die!!"

A man—naked—scrambled from the pond, slipping, stumbling, screaming. Her eyes locked on him, fury overriding any embarrassment.

Until she saw it.

Hanging from between his legs...

A snake.

A literal, squirming, venomous snake clamped tightly to his balls.

Her brain froze.

'Wait... isn't that...?'

Recognition sparked. Static filled her vision. That pervert? Her jaw tightened, eyes narrowing.

But then—

Like a shard of light through fog, a memory hit her.

He jumped in with me.

The pressure. The burn. Her charred body being shielded. His arms. His presence.

He saved her.

It didn't make sense. Nothing did. But that memory was real.

And now, the hero of her survival was running toward her in panic, his hands flailing, taking two-meter bounds like a deranged frog with a viper attached to his nuts.

"HEEELP! IT'S ON MY BAAAALLS—!"

'!'

"W-wait!" she gasped, scrambling upward on shaky arms—only for cold air to strike her bare skin.

Her breath hitched. Wide eyes dropped downward. She was naked. Completely, humiliatingly naked. Her blonde hair clung to her chest, slick and tangled, just barely obscuring her breasts.

"Wh-what the...!" She yelped, crossing both arms over herself in a flurry of panic, chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. Her cheeks flamed red.

"W-where are my clothes!?" she screamed.

But then it hit her.

The burning. The fire that should've scarred her down to the bone. Evaporated cloth. Melting steel. Her own scream, echoing through the depths of the ocean.

Only due to her ability.... it didn't leave a single mark.

Not even a bruise.

Her hand trembled as it traced down her thigh. Smooth. Whole. Perfect. Her power had healed her. Every inch.

But not her shame.

She bit her lip, rage and confusion swirling behind her eyes—when suddenly, a dull sound echoed nearby.

Thud!

She turned.

The man—the perverted man who'd saved her—had collapsed face-first onto the cave floor.

"H-hey! You—!"

Her words froze. His skin was turning blue.

From his fingertips to his chest, creeping veins of sickly cerulean crawled up his body like frostbite given breath. His lips darkened. Even his—

She blinked.

His butt was blue while he was lying on his chest.

And still attached to it, the venomous snake, writhing and locked in place.

Her jaw dropped. A weird noise escaped her throat.

Then she was moving. Instinct overtook shame.

"No—!"

She surged to her feet—only for her breasts to bounce wildly, the sudden movement sending a harsh jolt of discomfort through her chest.

Her balance tipped. "G-Ghh—!"

Flustered, she quickly clutched her chest with both hands, trying to stabilize the bounce. Her soft mounds pressed together under her palms, the jiggle awkward and distracting.

"N-No, why can't they be smaller? It's uncomfortable..."

Still holding herself, she sprinted.

Her bare feet slapped the cave floor. Her grip on her breasts wavered as she moved—each bounce heavy, distracting—but she forced her focus forward.

"Haah...N-no" She dropped to her knees beside him, breath ragged, one hand still holding herself, the other reaching for the snake.

She ripped the snake free, flinging it across the cave with a wet thwack. Her pulse thundered.

Then she rolled him over—only to recoil in shocked disgust.

"Kyaa!"

Everything was blue. His chest, his legs... his balls.

He got blue-balled.