Ultimate Spin System: Ero Spin?-Chapter 88 - Unholy Shape

The sky rumbled, and within moments, the drizzle turned into a full downpour. Heavy raindrops pelted the ground, drenching the forest in a misty veil of water. The humid air turned cool, the scent of wet earth thick in the air.

Lucas blinked as the rain soaked through his clothes, his breath hitching. His mind sharpened, instincts kicking in. Water. His fingers twitched at the realization.

Aqua Dominion.

A slow grin curled on his lips. This was his element.

Lena, standing beside him, shuddered as the cold rain seeped into her skin. She turned toward Lucas, eyes wide in alarm. "What now?"

Lucas didn’t answer immediately. His gaze remained locked on the scene ahead—five goblins surrounding a struggling woman. Their twisted grins, their clawed hands reaching for her, the sheer depravity of it all made something in him snap.

A sharp pat on his shoulder pulled him back.

"Lucas," Lena hissed, her voice urgent, "what are you thinking?"

He exhaled slowly. "Relax."

Without drawing attention, he extended his hand slightly, letting the raindrops gather onto his palm. The cold sensation spread through his fingers as he summoned his skill.

Water trembled in the air.

Aqua Dominion activated.

The moment he willed the rain to bend to his command, his control slipped for a brief second—his mind, unholy as always, twisting the magic into something absurd.

From the raindrops, five grotesquely shaped water constructs formed.

Five water cocks floated mid-air, wobbling like obscene, liquid specters.

Lena’s eyes widened in sheer disbelief. "Lucas—"

The woman on the ground, already in distress, let out a horrified shriek at the sight of the flying monstrosities.

Lena slowly turned to him, her expression shifting from shock to utter disappointment. A bombastic side-eye that could incinerate a man.

Lucas swallowed hard. Oh, fuck.

A deeply memory resurfaced, an unholy past sweet memories involving his stepmom, intrusive thoughts, and dirty actions. The sheer shame nearly made him fumble his skill entirely.

But he steeled himself. Focus, damn it.

With a sharp inhale, he forced the rogue water constructs to morph. The obscene shapes twisted, condensed, and finally reformed into five solid orbs of water.

Each sphere shot forward and clamped around the goblins’ heads, sealing off their air supply.

The creatures flailed wildly, clawing at their faces, gurgling as water filled their lungs. Panic overtook them, their movements turning sluggish.

The woman, eyes now ablaze with fury, stumbled to her feet. Her fingers grasped the fallen goblin’s axe, and without hesitation, she swung.

A sickening crunch.

One goblin’s skull split open like a ripe fruit, green blood splattering across the drenched forest floor.

Lucas smirked, leaning back against a tree. "Told you."

Lucas stepped forward cautiously, rainwater dripping from his hair as he approached the woman. Her breathing was still ragged, but her sharp eyes locked onto him the moment he moved.

Somehow, despite the chaos, she knew.

She knew he was the one who had saved her.

Her grip on the axe remained tight, knuckles white, but her shoulders relaxed ever so slightly. There was a strange tension in the air—relief mixed with lingering adrenaline.

Lucas stopped a few steps away, taking in her appearance. Her clothes—what little remained—were torn, clinging wetly to her body. Scratches marred her toned arms and shoulders, her skin glistening under the rain.

But what truly caught his attention were her thighs.

Her thick, smooth thighs, now smeared with goblin blood, flexed as she shifted her stance. The contrast between her fair skin and the dark red stains was almost hypnotic.

Lucas quickly shook his head, trying to snap himself out of it. Not the time.

Lena cleared her throat beside him, her arms crossed. "Uh... are you alright?"

The woman exhaled sharply, rolling her shoulders. "I’ve been worse," she muttered. Her voice was low, husky, with a slight rasp—probably from all the screaming.

Lucas noticed the way her gaze lingered on him, as if assessing him. Then, her lips curled into a small, almost teasing smirk.

"You were the one controlling the water, weren’t you?"

Lucas blinked, momentarily caught off guard. "Uh, yeah."

The woman took a step closer. "Weird skill," she murmured, tilting her head.

Lena immediately narrowed her eyes at him.

Lucas felt a bead of sweat mix with the rain on his face. She saw. Maybe she didn’t fully understand what happened, but she saw something.

Before the conversation could turn more awkward, the woman sighed and stretched, wincing slightly from her injuries. The movement caused her damp, torn clothes to shift, revealing even more of her figure—curves that were far too distracting given the circumstances.

Lucas tried so hard to keep his eyes on her face.

"Come with me," the woman said, turning toward the dense trees. "I was resting in a cave nearby before those bastards found me."

Lena crossed her arms. "How do we know you’re not leading us into a trap?"

The woman smirked over her shoulder. "You don’t. But if I wanted to kill you, I would’ve done it already."

Lena scowled. Lucas, on the other hand, found himself very willing to follow. Maybe it was exhaustion. Maybe it was curiosity. Or maybe—

His eyes flickered, just for a second, back to those thighs.

Yeah. Maybe it was something else entirely.

As they made their way through the forest, the rain began to slow, leaving the air damp and heavy with the scent of wet earth. The woman walked ahead, her movements surprisingly graceful despite the exhaustion she must have been feeling.

Then, without warning, she stopped.

Lucas and Lena hesitated behind her, watching as she lifted her hand and muttered something under her breath.

A faint golden glow flickered around her fingers, and suddenly—

Whoosh!

A gentle burst of wind swept over her body, carrying away the dirt, sweat, and goblin blood. Lucas and Lena watched in stunned silence as her skin seemed to shimmer for a brief moment before settling into a completely clean state—like she had just stepped out of a warm bath.

"Self-cleansing magic?" Lucas muttered, fascinated.

Before he could even process that, another strange thing happened.

A soft ripple formed in the air beside her, and from seemingly nothing, a piece of dark fabric appeared, floating as if carried by invisible hands.

The fabric stretched and wrapped itself around her body, seamlessly adjusting and layering itself into place. Within seconds, she was no longer wearing her tattered remains of clothing but instead stood before them in a practical yet undeniably stylish adventurer’s outfit—a fitted dark tunic, reinforced leather pants, and sturdy boots.

The final touch was a long cloak, which secured itself neatly over her shoulders before the golden glow of her magic faded.

Lucas exhaled. "...Okay. That was cool."

Lena, still suspicious, folded her arms. "So you had that ability the whole time and didn’t use it earlier?"

The woman smirked. "Didn’t have the time. I was too busy fighting for my life, remember?"

Lucas couldn’t help but notice how the new outfit accentuated her figure even more. Now that she wasn’t covered in dirt and blood, her features stood out more clearly—sharp, confident eyes, toned muscles, and the kind of effortless beauty that didn’t need embellishments.

He swallowed hard.

Lena shot him a sharp glare, as if she could hear his thoughts.

Lucas quickly looked away.

The woman adjusted her cloak, seemingly amused by their reactions. "You two coming, or are you just going to stare?"

Lucas cleared his throat. "Uh, yeah. Lead the way."

With that, she turned and continued forward, leading them deeper into the forest.

Lucas followed, doing his absolute best to keep his eyes off the way her new outfit hugged her hips.

This night just kept getting more interesting.

The journey to the cave was quiet, aside from the occasional rustling of leaves and the distant calls of nocturnal creatures. The air was still damp from the rain, but the worst of the storm had passed, leaving behind a cool mist that clung to their skin.

After a short trek through dense foliage, they arrived at a rocky outcrop, where a dark opening yawned between jagged stones.

"This is it," the woman said, stepping forward. She placed her hand against the rock near the entrance, and a faint glow pulsed beneath her palm.

Lucas felt a subtle shift in the air—magic.

A thin, almost invisible barrier shimmered for a second before fading away.

"Protection spell," she explained. "Keeps out most weak monsters."

Lucas exchanged glances with Lena before following the woman inside.

The cave wasn’t large, but it was surprisingly well-kept. A pile of dry firewood sat in one corner, next to a few makeshift supplies. The ground was smooth, likely cleared by magic, and a dimly glowing crystal embedded in the wall provided just enough light to see.

As Lucas and Lena settled in, the woman suddenly turned to them, her brow furrowed in confusion.

"By the way..." she said, tilting her head. "What the hell are you two wearing?"

Lucas blinked. "Uh... what?"

She gestured at them with mild exasperation. "Your clothes. They’re weird."

Lucas looked down at himself. His soaked hoodie and jeans clung uncomfortably to his skin, still drenched from the rain. Lena wasn’t any better—her short pants and jacket were equally soaked, making her shiver slightly.

Right. To her, their modern clothes must have looked bizarre.

Before either of them could respond, the woman sighed. "Ugh, never mind. You’re both soaked and disgusting."

She raised her hand again, and before Lucas could even react—

Whoosh!

A sudden warm gust of air enveloped them, wrapping around their bodies like an invisible towel. The dampness instantly vanished, their clothes drying in an instant. The warmth seeped into their skin, banishing the lingering chill from the rain.

Lucas exhaled in relief, stretching his arms. "Okay, that? That was nice."

Lena, on the other hand, was less amused. She instinctively crossed her arms over her chest, glaring at the woman. "A little warning next time, maybe?"

The woman chuckled. "Oh, please. It’s not like I stripped you."

Lucas really hoped she wouldn’t do that.

With a satisfied nod, the woman sat down on a flat rock near the firewood and looked at them more seriously. "Alright. Now that we’re not soaking wet and miserable, I have questions."

Lucas and Lena exchanged glances.

"First," the woman continued, her sharp eyes locking onto Lucas, "who are you, and what the hell was that weird water magic you used back there?"

Lucas rubbed the back of his neck, trying to figure out how much he should say.