Taming SSR And UR RANK Superwomen-Chapter 44 — Freja Krakenheart, the Playful B-Rank

Chapter 44: Chapter 44 — Freja Krakenheart, the Playful B-Rank

"Sure, once I get back we’ll go eat. And again, sorry for not being the one paying...," Thomas said with a nervous laugh. He felt guilty.

"Stop apologising for that. I *want* to treat you. Just make sure you dress nicely and enjoy the day with me, okay?" Ashley said on the other end of the phone.

"Alright, then I’ll text you as soon as I’m back. We could also stop somewhere else afterwards, like in the old days."

"What are you implying? Do you still want to walk away humiliated in what I think you’re talking about?"

"I’ve practised a lot during this time."

"Not in a million years will you beat me. It’s true that because of my studies I can’t play it like I used to, but I was once a tournament player; you’re way below my level."

"We’ll see..."

"Hey, stop using your phone already," Evelyne interrupted.

"Huh? Was that a woman who just spoke?" Ashley asked, surprised.

"Yeah, sorry. I’ll call you later."

"Wait, why are you with a woman?"

Thomas hung up and put his phone away. Then he approached the three women who remained hidden beside him, silently watching. The four of them were standing on the roof of a small three-storey building.

Selene and Seraphine kept their eyes fixed on the target, while Evelyne was the first to speak.

"So what do we do, idiot?"

"Don’t talk to me like that. I’m the leader, you know?"

"I don’t give a shit. I’m already helping with your needs, I’ll talk to you however I want."

Thomas leaned over the edge of the building, resting his arms against the concrete wall. In the inner parking lot of the residential area, several metres below them, a woman with green hair tipped in black was checking the garbage bin.

She was a monster woman; four pink tentacles slid from her waist, moving with a life of their own. She wore a sleeveless black dress with a skirt, black fishnet stockings, dark heels, and a black bracelet on her wrist.

’Freja Krakenheart. Nationality: Sweden. Rank B. Rarity: SSR. Twenty-eight years old. Her gift is based on a mutation of her body: she’s physically very strong and can control the number of tentacles she has, manipulating and extending them freely, as well as increasing or decreasing their thickness. She also has a particular trait...’

Freja groaned as she pulled her black handbag out of the garbage bin. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

"They ruined my new bag! Damn jealous bitches... why do they always have to mess with me? It’s not fair they do this kind of thing."

She huffed while walking through the parking lot with her dirty, ruined bag.

’Because of her appearance, she suffers discrimination and racism. Here in Sector K, monster women live; they separated themselves from the others, but women from other sectors still sneak in just to pull things like this.’

"Why her?" Seraphine asked, wearing her characteristic gothic-style black dress and face mask.

"Her tentacles extend and expand. They have a limit, but it’s so large it almost feels like they don’t. She’ll be useful for incapacitating or capturing."

"Wouldn’t that Japanese girl do that?" Evelyne asked. "Or do you just have a tentacle fetish?"

"First of all, do you see Inori here with us? Exactly. We need someone who can capture in her absence. Besides, having more than one option for capturing is better; that way, if one’s missing, I’ll still have the other. I could even create separate teams."

Evelyne gave him a suspicious look while Thomas shifted uncomfortably as he realised she didn’t believe him. Then she lowered her gaze toward Seraphine, who was looking up at him from below, and commented:

"By the way, Seraphine... you really dressed up to come here today."

Seraphine nodded, smiling faintly beneath her mask while maintaining the calm composure that characterised her. She posed for him, lifting her hands slightly as if presenting her outfit.

"Ta-da. How do I look?"

Thomas nodded approvingly and raised his thumb with a small smile.

"It looks amazing on you. I like your style."

"Thanks," she replied.

"Aren’t you a little too calm considering what this man is forcing you to do?" Evelyne asked.

"I talked a lot with Selene on the phone, and we also talked on the way here. No matter what I do, I can’t free myself, right? I’d rather not waste energy unnecessarily."

Evelyne snorted, unable to understand her.

"She’s moving away," Selene warned from the back.

Thomas cleared his throat and ordered:

"Evelyne, Seraphine, go capture Freja. I need her injured enough that she’ll agree to join us, but nothing serious. Use all your energy. That’s an order."

Both of them had to obey. Evelyne sighed as she climbed onto the edge of the building.

"You disgust me."

With that said, the two of them moved and attacked Freja. The half-octopus woman walked carefree, thinking about what she would eat that night after work.

Her purple eyes sharpened the instant she glanced over her shoulder. She jumped sideways, letting Seraphine’s fist slam into the ground, her entire arm, neck, and jaw marked by the black veins inside her.

’She sensed me coming...?’ Seraphine thought.

Freja smiled, a faint blush of excitement colouring her cheeks.

"My~"

She landed on her feet, her heels clicking against the concrete. The two of them stared at each other. Just as she was about to speak, Evelyne appeared behind her and threw a punch straight at her cheek, but Freja blocked it with one of her pink tentacles.

The vibrations came a moment later, making Freja’s eyes widen in surprise as her body was launched straight into a tree. Seraphine moved quickly, reaching the spot where she had crashed, ready to restrain her, but Freja lunged straight at her.

Freja’s left hand grabbed Seraphine’s face and, pulling her like a doll, slammed her into a wall seven metres away. Seraphine groaned, but immediately raised her legs and trapped Freja’s arm in a hold.

"Heh~, what are you trying to do, sweetheart?" Freja asked gracefully.

Evelyne ran from behind, charging another punch. Freja glanced at her with confidence. She spun on the spot, using Seraphine like a weapon, and struck Evelyne with her own teammate.

Evelyne rolled across the ground while Freja jumped five metres into the air with a single push. She pulled Seraphine, drawing her shoulder back, then hurled her forward while falling. In doing so, she smashed Seraphine’s back against the ground, cracks forming in the concrete.

Seraphine gasped, releasing her arm. Freja spun and struck her with one of her tentacles, throwing her against the door of a white car. Freja smiled playfully, her cheeks flushed, then lifted her gaze toward the roof of the building.

She couldn’t see anyone, but she knew who was there. She jumped swiftly and found Thomas and Selene.

"Helloo~, enjoying the show?"

Thomas stepped back with a frown, but Freja quickly caught him, wrapping him in her tentacles. He fell onto his back as two pink tentacles restrained his body.

Freja approached with a giggle and took a long breath over him. Then she exhaled through her mouth with pleasure.

"Ah~, the sweet scent of a frightened man."

When she extended her hand toward his face, Evelyne and Seraphine arrived with a simultaneous attack. Freja dodged again, taking Thomas with her. She landed on a raised section of the stairwell roof and positioned Thomas in front of her.

Freja smiled, resting her chin on Thomas’s neck while looking at the three women below.

"Are you this man’s cute little puppies?"

One tentacle grabbed Thomas’s white shirt and tore it open, leaving his torso bare. Then she used her hands to caress his body as they moved up and down.

"Hehe~, what’s your problem with me? Do girls of my kind bother you that much?"

One tentacle gripped Thomas’s wrists and forced him to raise his arms, leaving him defenceless. At that moment, Thomas shouted:

"Quick, save me from this! That’s an order!"

Freja covered his mouth, placing a tentacle horizontally across his lips.

"So you really are his puppies~," Freja confirmed.

The order reached Evelyne and Seraphine. They attacked as a team, while Freja played with them, using Thomas as a shield. She manipulated him effortlessly like a toy.

Neither of them struck him, but Freja kept smiling charismatically. Then she jumped far from the building and, winking at the three women on the roof, waved goodbye.

"I loved playing with you girls, but I’ve got to go! I’ll be putting your master in prison! Don’t follow me—I don’t like clingy fans, hahaha~!"

Freja began leaping agilely across the buildings. Even though Evelyne wanted to let him go, the order kept forcing her body to pursue. Seraphine followed after her.

Selene grew nervous, beads of sweat forming on her skin. She looked around in both directions, letting small anxious sounds escape her throat. Not knowing what else to do, she nervously ran toward the building’s stairs.

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"Hmmum...," Thomas murmured.

"Mm~? What is it, darling? Do you want to talk?" she asked with a charismatic smile.

She removed the tentacle from his mouth while jumping again, the wind moving both of their hair.

"W-what do you want for you to let me go?"

"Hahaha~. How adorable it is to see villains repent."

’Damn, the power difference between two Rank Ds and a Rank B is huge. I need to get out of here immediately.’

"Y-you know, even though I’m your prisoner, let me say that you’re a very attractive woman."

Freja smiled happily, her cheeks flushing.

"Haha, thank you, darling~. I like it when prisoners know how to compliment. As a reward, if you behave well, I promise to visit you in prison once every two months."

"C-couldn’t we negotiate that?" he asked with a nervous smile. "Something like a punishment so I won’t do it again. That’s typical for you heroines, right?"

Freja looked at him with a playful, lustful gaze but didn’t respond. Thomas swallowed.

Then he looked behind her and saw that Seraphine and Evelyne were still chasing her at full speed.

’At this rate they won’t catch up before I’m handed over to prison. I need to do something to help them reach her.’