Chapter 106
Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 103
Chapter Title: Netorase (1)
It was just a single blow.
The framework protecting Pink's internals shattered, and even the organs inside ruptured completely. No more hits were needed than that.
"Cough!?"
The pink body collapsed downward. A bowlful of blood gushed from her mouth, mixed with several chunks of organ tissue.
For an ordinary person, it would have been a fatal wound worthy of instant death, but Magical Girls didn't die.
"M-Me... beaten by a mere Yellow...?"
"Not 'mere,' you idiot! I won thanks to Hayato!"
"Who's that...?"
"Our son's name!"
Pink's eyes widened in shock at the revelation that a married woman was among the Magical Girls, famous for all being single.
She soon realized it was impossible and turned her gaze back to Isiwoos.
"You... got her pregnant."
"Yeah, probably?"
"Haha... They say heroes are lechers. Guess it applies to men too."
Pink could say no more. Her transformation finally unraveled.
A Magical Girl whose transformation ended was rendered powerless. With her mana completely depleted, any life-threatening attack at this point would kill her.
"We won!"
Yellow, whose arm was completely mangled from unleashing such a powerful strike, hopped around as if she felt no pain at all.
Her short skirt revealed her underwear inside, giving Isiwoos another look at her ample rear.
'Gotta beg her for anal later.'
Suddenly realizing he'd come to enjoy getting laid, Isiwoos resolved to add one more item to his schedule.
"Yellow, you did it."
"Yeah!"
"Hmm, but is that arm okay? I'd be hopping around in pain if it were me."
"Oh, this? It's fine. I completely numbed the pain with mana. It'll heal fully once I release the transformation."
"I see...?"
Whoosh—Yellow released her transformation to heal her injury, then looked at the Pink she'd defeated.
That mighty Pink had fallen to her fist.
Maybe the strongest Magical Girl ever? The thought made Yellow swell with pride.
'See? I'm surely Isiyul's principal wife!'
In the gender-reversed world, the term "principal wife" was rarely used. It was a one-wife-multi-husband society, so "government" was the common term instead.
Thus, Yellow had to scour an encyclopedia to find the word for a principal wife. Once she did, she etched it firmly in her mind, waiting for the day she'd use it.
And today was that day.
"Good thing, then. I didn't want to carry that girl."
"Huh? So I have to?"
"Obviously. You gonna make your big sis carry a woman? Isiyul might, but not me."
Demoted from hero to mere porter, Yellow felt a hollow emptiness. And even if she healed fast, the patient was still a patient...
She looked to Black to complain about the unfairness, but Black was staggering, breathing raggedly.
"She looks just like a newborn calf. Big sis, why's she like that?"
"She used up all her mana and stamina piling debuffs on Pink."
"Huh?"
Learning that she hadn't beaten Pink solely with her own power but with a powerful ally's help, Yellow's eyes bulged.
"Someone who can't even control their strength and just swings wildly isn't as strong as one who can wield their power properly, right? Of course Black applied debuffs. Pink couldn't even use her main skills."
Suddenly, Yellow realized Pink had only used basic mid-tier attack spells. If she'd unleashed her staples like 'Heart Arrow' or 'Undulating Love,' Yellow wouldn't have even stayed upright.
And that realization dragged her into despair. She'd thrown her body to protect her family, but it had all been a one-sided beatdown.
"Well, it still would've been tough without you. I was busy maintaining the barrier and couldn't gather mana. Alright, now I get the situation. Shall we head out?"
The porter hoisted Pink over her shoulder with a gloomy expression. Her staggering steps tugged at the heartstrings.
"Ung...?"
Unlike her expectations, Pink awoke not on clouds.
True to her psychopathic nature, unaware of her own wrongs, she'd assumed death meant heaven—so she wasn't dead.
Thus, she instantly sensed she'd been captured.
"What vile tastes. Blue sis, planning to torture me?"
Clank—stretching her arm made the chains on her wrists rattle. Normally, she'd snap them easily, but not now.
Looking around, she realized she was in some underground dungeon and sighed deeply.
Not lamenting her plight, but because damp places were bad for the skin.
'Mana still hasn't recovered.'
A Magical Girl without mana was just a slightly tougher, stronger ordinary person. That was why she couldn't break the chains.
"Torture, you say."
A woman with flowing blue hair—even to another woman, stunningly beautiful—approached.
She wore a Magical Girl outfit, but the skirt was very short.
"Why would we torture our comrade?"
"Yet you three ganged up and beat me?"
"That's how you fight three against one."
"Pardon?"
"Famous line from my favorite novel. Cool, right?"
Avid reader Blue felt like a cool person who could quote novels.
The listener just saw her as a deranged lunatic spouting nonsense.
"From now on, we're changing your tastes."
"Tastes...?"
"Your sexual tastes. Ahem, ahem. Come here, Isiyul?"
Her footsteps were less a person's stride and more a puppy's patter.
From the darkness emerged pale skin. No need to look further—Isiyul.
But his outfit didn't suit the March weather: short shorts, short sleeves, and a transparent cloth over his mouth.
"A dancer's garb...?"
For a moment, Pink flinched at the vulgar clothes on the man she'd once feared.
Even more shocking: Blue's gaze on him grew hotter by the second.
"Ha, fuck, he's so hot. Black really knows the fun outfits, huh?"
"Isn't it Isiyul who's turning you on? Ugh, that outfit's a bit creepy to me."
"...That's 'cause you're an otaku."
The darkness soon spat out two more Magical Girls, both transformed.
"Hey, not otaku—it's my hometown!"
"For someone denying it, you watch way too much anime. You Green or what?"
"Eek!"
"Hey, hey, why blow up on a good day like this! Calm down and focus on Isiyul."
At that, they stopped bickering and eyed Isiyul in his dancer's garb.
The short top exposed his navel, the beautiful outfit making him sparkle.
The three stared like starving beasts. Ashamed of his revealing clothes, Isiyul was passive.
"Dance for us, Isiyul."
"D-Dance? We didn't agree to that...!"
"Now!"
This broke their deal! Blue had promised that if he wore this embarrassing outfit and they had sex as a foursome, she'd make Pink his—as agreed.
But dancing too?! This was just to sate their desires!
"Y-You trash!"
"Figured it out now? Big sis is trash."
"Traitor!"
"Betrayal's my specialty too. Mmm, mmm."
"You chicken-coop-stinking, 30-year-old hag!"
"...You little!"
Crack! Isiyul's head drooped forward. She'd knuckle-rapped him way too hard.
Amid the brain-shaking agony, his lesson was: never tease her about being a hag again.
"Just dance, Isiyul! Don't anger big sis anymore!"
Clutching his crown, tears welled in Isiyul's eyes. Of course, he hid his face to not seem weak.
"I'll dance, damn it! Why hit people?"
"'Cause you won't listen to big sis! Hmph, I can knuckle-rap you harder!"
"Eek! Please spare me that...!"
His scorching scalp still throbbed, so Isiyul pleaded sincerely. Any more hits and brain cells would die, worsening his already damaged mind.
Grovelling, Isiyul hesitated briefly. Then, devising some dance moves, he slowly swayed.
"L-Like this...?"
Gently swaying.
Like a plastic bag fluttering in the wind. He'd matched steps with partners at balls but never danced solo.
Thus, his dance was awkward. A wooden log would be more lively.
"Heh heh."
"Kukuku..."
"Hahaha, so damn hot."
The three Magical Girls leered lewdly.
Isiyul, increasingly dyed in their colors, was just too adorable.