My Mistress’s Breasts Make Me OP!

Kimberly and I quickly move away from the massive gap left by the collapsed staircase. We had thought that, after seeing us jump, other familiars would follow our example... but they didn't. Only a handful dared to leap, desperate to escape certain death under the unending strikes of those small winged demons and... damn, I can't even look. Their bodies hit the ground with sickening thuds, flesh and bones shattering on impact—blood and entrails splattering over us.

Others, those with better control of Vis energy, managed to survive—if you can call it that—with severe fractures in their limbs. And finally, those who jumped last made it out unharmed, using their companions' bodies to break the fall.

Soon after the bodies, debris starts to rain down from above—probably the result of part of the ceiling giving way—raising a suffocating cloud of dust and rubble that burns my lungs and stings my eyes.

Now we stand in the main hall—on the ground floor—a massive chamber with a wide window overlooking the dormitory courtyard. Beyond it, towering walls cut us off from the true battlefield, keeping us from seeing the chaos outside. Yet the deafening noises breaking through those barriers leave no doubt—explosions, agonized screams, doglike howls followed by more blasts and shrieks, while red flashes tear across the night sky.

The glass of the front door is smeared with blood, cracks spreading wider with each passing second.

From the hall, reaching the canteen upstairs is nearly impossible without stairs, but... if we use the heap of corpses piled under the gap, we might climb up to the canteen on the first floor and hope Aron and Gerard are there. A gruesome thought—even imagining using the bodies of my comrades as a mountain to climb makes my stomach turn—but with our survival at stake, now isn't the time for hesitation or sentiment.

I suggest it to Kimberly, who accepts with unusual coldness—maybe her determination to find her brother gives her the courage and clarity to push past anything.

But things—unfortunately—only get worse.

From the massive hole in the ceiling—the same one we fell through—the small winged demons start to swarm, no doubt drawn by the crowd of familiars hiding in the canteen. Their piercing shrieks echo sharply through the air. The bloodstained spears they carry leave no doubt about the massacre on the upper floors.

Without a second thought, we pour every bit of Vis energy into our legs and burst into a desperate sprint. We set aside the idea of looking for our two companions for now and head toward the door leading to the basement. The distance—barely two hundred meters—feels endless, stretched by the tension and the countless obstacles in our path, mostly collapsed concrete blocks and deep cracks in the floor.

Despite the speed fueled by adrenaline, fear, and raw survival instinct, we can't shake those creatures. With each passing second, the gap between us shrinks before our eyes. The hiss of their wings cutting through the air grows louder, until I feel the displaced wind brush the back of my neck. There are too many. Too many! It's like trying to outrun a swarm of enraged wasps!

But their speed—already greater than ours—isn't the only problem. The terrain itself plays a crucial role in this desperate chase, and not in our favor. Kimberly and I are forced to zigzag between rubble and deep cracks, while those creatures fly straight above us, unimpeded.

For a split second, my heart stops—a cold shiver of terror runs through me—when my foot slips on something slick, probably blood and entrails. I lose my balance, my body tilts backward, but before I hit the ground, Kimberly's hand grabs my wrist and yanks me back with unexpected strength.

I don't even have time to thank her before I already owe her again... This girl never stops surprising me—she's truly incredible! If it weren't for her, I'd already be dead at least twice.

Every now and then, I steal a glance behind me—just enough to confirm the inevitable. The little monsters are closing in fast. In one of those quick looks, I see one of them—the closest—hurl its small, sharp spear straight at me.

The air whistles as the metal grazes my cheek at point-blank range. Luckily, it's only a superficial wound. A disaster narrowly avoided—if the spear's trajectory had been even half a degree further left, I doubt I'd have gotten away with just a scratch. But next time... I might not be so lucky!

Driven only by sheer willpower and a stroke of luck, the metal door to the basement—our salvation—finally comes into view, like a mirage in the middle of the desert.

«You focus on forcing the door, I'll hold them off!» I shout as a crimson aura of energy starts to gather around my right hand.

«Are you sure you can handle it?» Kimberly asks, her voice heavy with worry.

«I hope so, at least long enough for you to open it!» I answer firmly.

I glance back just before reaching the small but solid metal door. The little demons are only a few steps away, spears already raised, ready to strike.

I stretch out my right arm toward them, bracing it with my left hand, and...

«Blood Word Lv.1: Burst!»

From my palm, a blinding wave of crimson energy explodes, slamming into our pursuers and hurling them backward just far enough to buy us a few precious seconds.

An instant later, the recoil blasts me off my feet. My back crashes into the wall with brutal force, a tearing pain shooting through my body—I feel as if my spine has shattered. I collapse face down on the floor, paralyzed by agony, while a gush of blood bursts from my mouth.

Luckily, in those few seconds I bought, Kimberly managed to force the door open—if she hadn't, we'd be finished. Without hesitation, she wraps her arms around my torso and drags me past the threshold, her face twisted with effort and exhaustion, already at her limit.

But those winged bastards are still alive—they've taken my attack, their bodies scarred with burns oozing nauseating greenish gel-like blood. With even greater ferocity, they hurl themselves at us again.

Damn it... how is it possible that my strongest spell couldn't kill them, while Kimberly was able to take them down barehanded? Am I really that much weaker than her...?

A split second before they reach us, Kimberly slams the heavy door shut, closing it with surprising speed and strength.

We find ourselves on a small landing. I'm sprawled on the floor, every bone in my body screaming in pain, while Kimberly presses her back against the door, feet firmly planted, as the relentless metallic clang from the other side echoes—the creatures, mindless as they are, must be trying to smash it open with their spears. Still, from what I've seen so far, I doubt they have the strength to move such a massive door.

The lights barely hold—only a few bulbs flicker irregularly, threatening to go out at any moment. Yet they're enough to illuminate the staircase beyond the landing, sparing us the risk of stumbling in the dark.

I draw in a deep breath of relief—at least for now, we're safe.