Chapter 104
Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 101
Chapter Title: Transformation
Pink didn't feel the slightest displeasure at Yellow brazenly stepping into her home.
It was the same principle as a hunter who doesn't get upset when a wild beast enters their lair. Pink resolved to pick up her gun.
'Yellow, Blue sis... And Black, too, even if she's out of sight, somewhere close by.'
There were two of them.
Two Magical Girls. And one of them was top-tier, capable of a Second Transformation.
It was way too much firepower to deal with just one. Pink immediately pulled the dick out of her pussy and got ready to fight.
'They're out of their minds. Sending just Yellow at me head-on like this.'
The Magical Girl of Courage, Yellow, was famous for hardly ever using magic.
She only trusted her own fists and kicks.
That's why Pink looked down on her. Yellow might be stronger up close, but Pink could win if she used magic.
"I'll be right back."
Having been naked, Pink transformed in an instant and stepped out of the bathroom.
"Yellow. You're insane. Don't you know the rule is that Magical Girls don't fight each other?"
"Shut up! You took my husband!"
"...Husband? You're saying Isiwoos is your man?"
"Yeah!"
Pink was speechless at her brazen attitude. So, like a proper 'woman,' she opted for some physical banter.
"I'll just break a few limbs..."
A Magical Girl's senses were always sharp.
Sensing a prickling chill at the back of her neck, Pink whipped around. There stood Black.
'Where the hell did she...? So Black's in on this with them...!'
Black didn't know many attack spells that even worked on fellow Magical Girls.
Considering her power specialized in defense and weakening foes, it was only natural.
But Pink couldn't underestimate her one bit—not with that Power of Whimsicality gathered in Black's hand.
"Take this!"
Pzzt!
A spell shot straight from her hand and struck Pink dead-on.
One of Black's rare attack spells? But there were no visible wounds.
"This is!"
"Good. Your reaction tells me it worked."
No external injuries, but internal damage aplenty. Pink tried to counter with magic at Black but couldn't muster it.
'My mana isn't sealed. I can still enhance my body with it. This... it's just blocking attack spells.'
A fatal blow. Without attack magic, she couldn't beat Yellow.
"Alright. Time to smash that smug face of yours."
Yellow lunged with a fist. A straight punch symbolizing the Power of Courage.
Unable to dodge or deflect it, Pink barely raised her arms to guard.
Then Yellow's long, slender leg swept into her thigh!
"Kuh!"
Agony like her bone shattering from one hit.
Gritting her teeth, Pink held her stance and barely evaded Yellow's follow-up barrage.
'If I could just use magic, I'd take out this cheap yakuza bitch in one shot!'
Bam!
With her magic sealed, Pink watched her guard shatter completely as that thought crossed her mind.
It would take about a minute for her magic to return. She'd poured all her mana into breaking the seal, so it shouldn't be long—that was her read.
And that meant taking a one-sided beating from Yellow for a full minute.
"You half-assed bitch! You've been strutting around relying on your magic, huh?!"
"What the hell are you on about?!"
So-called 'hybrid' fighting styles might seem perfectly balanced at a glance.
But to someone like Yellow, who'd honed one aspect to the extreme, it just looked like a mediocre mishmash of this and that.
"Die!"
She had no real intent to kill, but Yellow threw a punch laced with killing intent. It slipped through the broken guard and slammed into Pink's body.
"...Cough!"
Several ribs cracked.
Regretting that Pink hadn't dropped her transformation yet, Yellow clenched her fist and swung for the follow-up.
'Me, forced to dodge? If I can just hold out twenty more seconds...!'
One more hit from those flying fists, and her transformation would break for sure.
Defeat certain. Unable to choose that path, Pink endured the pain and retreated.
"Where do you think you're crawling off to?!"
"Huh?!"
Of course, her wish didn't last. Yellow thrust her upper body way back.
Leaning back meant her lower body surged forward—and Yellow's toes reached Pink despite the distance.
'She pinned my instep with her big toe? What kind of strength!'
Yellow's wiggling big toe stabbed like an awl into her foot. Movement restricted by a mere toe—Pink could only gape in horror.
What terrified her more was that there was still worse to come. Like the right hand thrusting fiercely at her.
"Can't even guard..."
Barely fifteen seconds.
In those fifteen seconds, Pink took more hits than in her entire life.
Three per second. Fists whipping at invisible speeds massaged her whole body thoroughly.
Crushed bones were a given. Pink barely protected her face from caving in, but paid for it with blows everywhere else.
"Fly away!"
Bam! A finishing left straight.
Like trash caught in the wind, Pink flew backward powerlessly.
Tumbling across the bedroom floor, she finally regained her magic—but not even the strength to twitch a finger.
"Blue sis!"
"Yeah!"
If she were an ordinary Magical Girl, that is.
"Power of Coolness, whirl like the bitter cold!"
"...Power of Eternal Love."
⟨ Heart Bomb ⟩
One voice steady and unharmed, the other ragged and dying.
But their power levels were equal. Yellow even felt indignant seeing the woman who'd beaten her to a pulp rise unscathed.
"Blue sis. You planning to get in my way too?"
"Yeah."
"Guess we'll have to fight then."
Bzzt! Heart-shaped attack spells floated into the air.
Mid-tier magic: 'Heart Bomb.' Blue recalled the imperial who'd taken one head-on—his upper body exploded into chunks of flesh.
'That many Heart Bombs...!'
And countless more rose up. Bombs that turned people to mincemeat filled the house.
"You're crazy? Isiyul's here too...!"
"Better I burn him myself than let you have him."
"You mad bitch...! Yellow!"
"Yeah!"
Yellow shot forward at blinding speed. Boom! A Heart Bomb detonating right behind shoved her onward.
"Ugh!"
Back scorched, she gritted through the burning pain and headed for the bathroom where Isiwoos was.
Inside sat a utterly nonchalant man. Isiwoos.
"Noisy. Couldn't you fight a little quieter?"
"...You really didn't run, like we agreed."
"You said you'd make Pink mine."
"Right."
Their chat cut short—four Heart Bombs flew into the bathroom.
"Kuh!"
No time for words. Yellow dashed in, hugging Isiwoos tight.
Her monstrous durability tanked four direct Heart Bombs.
'Her tits are shaking like crazy.'
Thanks to that, Isiwoos—cradled inside—was perfectly serene.
"...Persistent."
Whoosh—
Pink mana converged in one spot. The floating Heart Bombs merged into one massive heart.
"If you launch that, the whole area..."
"Will be gone. Everything except you and me."
"You crazy, insane bitch! You trying to kill Isiyul for real?!"
"Like I said earlier."
Vrrrrm!
The giant Heart Bomb grew, piercing the ceiling. Even apple-sized ones could hurt Yellow.
This one, filling nearly the whole first floor...
"Better dead by my hand than yours."
Fwoooosh—
A flash erupted.
Magical Girls don't give their second transformation a special name.
Scholars of Magical Girl studies call it something fancy like 'Super Mana Fusion Deployment,' but the Girls themselves never use it.
No clear reason why.
– You can do it, Yellow.
It was maddening. She trusted Blue's words—her respected big sis—but not herself.
'This is insane. Should've just run off with him.'
Her vision slowed. Even light, the fastest in the universe, crawled like a turtle.
Maybe she could escape. But... she didn't.
The flash would bounce her away harmlessly on contact. Isiyul in her arms would shatter, and then...
No. That couldn't happen.
'Damn it!'
Courage welled from deep within.
Her power. And it surged stronger than ever.
Why? Because she held the man she loved? Women do get stronger in front of men, after all.
"...Ah."
The flash finally hit. Flesh searing, bones melting light poured forth.
It didn't.
"Huh."
Yellow realized the flash wasn't hot.
Her strengthened skin was tougher now—and above all, she'd somehow slipped outside the blast radius.
"Sigh, damn it. Now there's one more."
Isiwoos looked at Yellow and sighed.
He'd gone and made another strong enemy with his own hands.