Type 3 Anti-Vestment Shelling (Pink Trigger)

I said my sidearm would be useless in this situation, but the Pink Trigger pistol is far from the most powerful weapon in my arsenal. Even Gaap will be **** to yield to the might of this special technique... Come, my Pink Panzers! One after another, webs of pink light spread behind me, then slowly formed three-dimensional constructs, not unlike a 3D printer filling out some type of template or mold. In each of those spaces, a large, pink machine, in a style resembling a World War II artillery tank was created. Their barrels were all facing in Gaap's direction.

Witness the Type 3 Anti-Vestment Shelling of my Pink Panzer unit!

I thrust my hand forth boldly, spreading each finger from the base and laughing like a villain out of a shounen manga. Fear not, George, Gaap! I don't want your lives, only your love! And what better way for one to express and receive love then garbed as God intended all of us, even demons: nude, without a shred of the "modesty" that Adam and Eve were cursed with after forsaking the joy of God's Eden?! Take my shells and embrace Eden once again!!

The sound behind me was deafening, as the tanks fired one shot after another into the courtyard. The rose garden was being destroyed, blown to bits by massive explosions from my weapon. The place would look like a war zone when I was finished. Of course, when our fight was finished, I would restore it all to its original form with magic. That's the finishing garnish cherished by all who use magic.

Finally, the roar of the shelling was beginning to die down. Ah... That's nearly all of it. The only thing that's left is my pink air-to-ground shell...

Wait! I didn't launch anything from the air, did I? Feeling a shadow growing around me and hearing the sound from above, I looked up like some stupid coyote from a children's cartoon. Ah... There she is. That Gaap is riding my own shell towards me like an atom bomb.

Before she could ride the shell all the way down, Gaap jumped off, performing a spin mid-air that allowed me to appreciate the graceful curves of her body and the fluttering of her single, immodest garment. Next, her foot connected with the shell, hastening it towards me while she herself dropped into a slim black portal, ripped into the air. The shell continued on its way towards me. I desperately wished that I had practiced more barrier magic as the shell connected with me.

Oh... Are you thinking I died in that moment? Of course not. This particular shell doesn't destroy anything but clothing. It's an Anti-Vestment shell. Instead of becoming a pile of ash, I'd become a naked American man, unrecognizable as a demon, standing in the courtyard without a scrap of dignity. My penis was hanging uselessly in full view. I didn't even have an erection yet...

"I haven't seen you around before..." the lady demon chuckled, appearing from beneath me and inspecting my cock with a humiliating lack of arousal in her condescending smile. "I was in the middle of a fight with a very fine man... The kind who doesn't need to overcompensate with a regiment of tanks. Mind telling me why you've interrupted me, boy?"

As the dust cleared further out, I saw that George had dodged the attack as well.

Ah... All of this is simply because...