Taming SSR And UR RANK Superwomen-Chapter 5 — Requests and Consequences

After finishing the first Silent Request and getting information out of Belle—along with groping her breasts—Thomas explained a very mundane situation to her and ended by showing his power.

"Hmm," Belle murmured as she watched Thomas’s hand.

"See? That’s all I can do. And it’s not even a powerful flashlight—it’s just a bit better than a phone flashlight."

Thomas turned off the light in his hand. Belle still had him pinned beneath her black boot. Even though the pressure hurt, Thomas couldn’t help feeling a certain thrill.

’I know this is humiliating, but damn it, the great Belle Snow crushing my head is the coolest thing that’s ever happened to me. I’d only accept this from you! And man, she has an incredible figure—I can appreciate everything perfectly from down here.’

Belle grabbed her chin and thought deeply, her expression serious, her intense red eyes fixed on him.

’It’s true—he doesn’t have any extraordinary power. That means someone among the women has the ability to enchant me and somehow steal my consciousness. That’s far too dangerous. I need to find out who it is. But this boy... what does he have to do with it? Why him? Is he an ally of my enemy?’ 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

Her brows furrowed as she pressed down harder on Thomas’s head. He groaned while Belle spoke.

"You’re far too suspicious right now, and nothing explains why my body was so agitated. I know that feeling perfectly, and I know the only thing that can cause it."

"It wasn’t me, I swear! I already told you—you showed up like that and acted really intense with me!"

"Shut up, you liar!"

She raised her palm toward him as her eyes glowed with a reddish light.

"I’ll torture you until you explain every last detail of the truth!"

Thomas trembled at her words. In front of him, a system message appeared in red letters, accompanied by a yellow danger symbol.

[Warning: Extreme Danger Level.]

[Bearer in Critical State.]

[Using Requests Has Serious Consequences.]

Thomas’s pupils dilated as the pressure around him intensified. Belle began to levitate, her black hair waving like the tendrils of a living Medusa. Her psychic powers were flawless, making her practically untouchable.

Just as she started lifting Thomas’s body, a sound caught both of their attention. Someone was gently knocking on the door of his room.

"Big brother, are you awake yet? I’m hungry...," said his nine-year-old little sister.

"Huh?" Belle calmed herself and gently lowered her body back to the ground.

’A child?’ she thought.

Thomas fell back onto the floor, landing in a seated position, but remained silent. Once again, his sister spoke.

"Big brother? Could you make me something to eat?"

Belle glanced at Thomas and gestured toward the door while closing her eyes. As he got up and walked toward the exit, Belle levitated and positioned herself behind the door.

"H-hey, little sis. Yeah, I’ll be downstairs in a moment to make you something, okay?"

"Please..."

"Of course. Go on ahead, alright? I’ll be down soon."

After she left, Thomas closed the door and was met with the sight of Belle leaning against the wall, arms crossed, eyes closed.

"Do you have any other family?" Belle asked in a calm tone.

"No... it’s just my little sister and me."

Belle sighed, then looked out the window for a few seconds, as if her thoughts were somewhere else.

Once she finished thinking, she asked him:

"How old are you?"

"Nineteen," Thomas replied.

"You’re just a kid. A very bold and filthy one."

She frowned at him in irritation. Thomas looked away uncomfortably. Belle pushed off the wall, walked straight toward him, and flicked his forehead with her finger—hard enough to make him complain.

"I’ve memorized your face, and I’ll be keeping your address too. I’m letting your stupid teenage hormones slide only because of your sister. I’m not a monster who would take away a child’s only family. I’m angry with you. Very angry. I’d even like to break your hands and fingers so you’d never touch a woman again."

"I already said it wasn’t me who—"

"Shut up! Stop lying to my face and admit your problems!"

Thomas lowered his head, covering his ears. Belle sighed in frustration and complained out loud.

"I hate people who can’t admit their own mistakes..."

She stepped closer, grabbed him by the collar, and slammed him against the wall, bringing her face dangerously close to his.

"Listen carefully. I’m going to investigate every detail of your background, and if I find anything strange, I’ll come for you—regardless of your sister. This is a one-time exception. Don’t make me regret it. Do you understand, pervert?"

Thomas nodded, one eye shut. Belle released him and, before leaving, gave him a very different look—one much softer, even in her tone of voice.

"And don’t ever abuse a woman’s body without her consent again. Men already have a terrible reputation in this world—don’t do anything that makes it worse, alright?"

Thomas raised his eyebrows. She didn’t look angry anymore, but worried—almost afraid, though not quite. He knew her fairly well, but he had never seen her without that cold expression, like an indifferent goddess.

"Y-yes...," Thomas replied, as if enchanted by Belle.

"Behave yourself, or I’ll come looking for you."

With that, she left his room, leaving Thomas to slide down the door and sit on the floor.

"Was that really the same Belle Snow? I thought... her softer side was just an act because she’s a model."

He lowered his gaze to the blue digital screen in front of him.

"And according to this, I can domesticate her... but what does ’domesticate’ even mean? What benefits would that give me? I’ll investigate everything in detail after feeding my sister."