Chapter 26
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 26
Chapter Title: Last Christmas Blues
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'Why the hell did I run away?'
In the silent room, Blue lay sprawled on an enormous king-sized bed, replaying her recent embarrassment.
Now that her head had cooled, that sudden flight seemed utterly bizarre. To put it bluntly, it made her look like a total idiot.
'Why did I...'
Blue stuffed a cute bear plushie—far too childish for her age—into her arms.
This was a gender-reversed world, but the only things flipped were sexual desire, social status, and physical prowess. 'Girly sentiments' were still alive and well.
Of course, most women shed those feelings in childhood, hardening into something more aggressive.
They had to be, to claim the finest males.
'Isiyul must think I'm a moron.'
Letting long-buried girlish emotions burst forth, Blue squeezed the bear so hard it seemed ready to burst.
Had stuffing started squirting out everywhere? Suddenly irritated, she flung the doll aside and stared vacantly at the ceiling.
Gazing at the spotless white expanse, she wanted to sort out her tangled thoughts.
'Damn it, damn it, damn it! Power of Coolness! Why don't you show up when I need you!'
Blue, wielder of the Power of Coolness, rarely showed emotion to maximize her abilities.
No matter how sad or joyful the occasion, she kept a poker face.
Lately, though, emotions had been overwhelming her.
And it was all because of two guys: Isiwoos and little Isiyul.
'He must think I'm crazy. Definitely... It's all that bastard Isiwoos's fault. If he hadn't shaken me up!'
It started with childish taunts. Fifteen years ago, Isiwoos had tried all sorts of jabs to crack Blue's composure.
– What kind of middle-schooler still wears a dress, you loser♡
They hadn't worked. Even on a stormy pubescent girl, such cheap insults bounced right off.
But the Isiwoos who returned after fifteen years pierced straight to her heart.
"Isiwoos...!"
Why did he have to poke at her age?
Blue's icy demeanor erupted into volcanic rage whenever her years were mentioned.
It had to be some vile trick. He'd shattered her lofty, fortress-like emotions...
Thus, she unleashed an indescribable fury, thrashing about wildly. Poor plushies flew and shattered.
"Huff, huff, huff!"
After who-knows-how-long of rampaging, Blue slumped back onto the bed, panting heavily.
'...I miss Isiyul.'
Even as she raged against her nemesis, Isiyul's face melted her anger away like snow.
The emotional swings were almost pathological. Then again, every magical girl had at least one mental quirk.
'Because of Isiwoos, Isiyul saw me acting weird... What do I do? We're meeting again tomorrow.'
Even Blue had to admit her behavior was pathetic.
Ditching promises and fleeing in a fantasy-fueled panic? Utter trash, no matter how she sliced it.
'I'll apologize when we meet tomorrow.'
The decision lightened her heavy heart a bit.
More wild mood swings. Blue slipped onto the bed and flicked on her phone.
After several security checks, she opened a hidden photo gallery.
"Isiyul..."
It was a sneaky candid shot of Isiyul.
No outright exposure, but he'd bent over while picking a book, ass slightly out—perfectly captured.
Her emotions turbulent today, she swallowed hard at the sight.
'Sorry! But you were so... today!'
Blue recalled Isiyul from earlier that day.
That cute body oozing subtle sex appeal... even the shocking tattoo hidden within.
Just imagining it soaked her below.
'This is...'
For Blue, who masturbated diligently every day, it wasn't extraordinary. But this time felt different.
She slid her hand into her panties. Pubic hair greeted her first.
Deeper in, slick pussy lips met her fingers, drenched in arousal.
Schlick, schlick. Blue stroked slowly. Lewd sounds accompanied each pass.
That alone sent electric pleasure through her. Her head tilted back involuntarily.
"Ngh, ugh, hngh, hngh, I-Isiyul!"
Schlurp, schlurp, schlurp...
Just fantasizing about Isiyul and touching herself. She'd glanced at his mildly provocative photo, sure, but the pleasure crashing in was overwhelming.
The sweet spice of taboo guilt? This topped every masturbation she'd ever had.
"Ah, aaah!"
Squelch, squelch, squelch!
Intense pleasure meant a quick climax. Squirt, squirt! Fluids gushed, soaking her panties and pants.
"Haaah..."
Post-nut clarity and exhaustion washed over her...
The orgasm was incredible. But so fleeting.
"I want sex."
Sincere wish. Not with just anyone—with Isiyul, bodies pressed, making love.
But reality forbade it. Blue was stunning, yet bound by romance restrictions. Plus, a ten-year age gap.
Theirs was an impossible love.
"Ah..."
Emptiness engulfed her. Still, her fingers kept moving.
Chasing away the void with pleasure.
As always, the battlefield choked with black smoke.
Spells rained down amid artillery. I chewed my sandwich methodically, scanning around.
"You gonna be okay, Katan?"
The 4-meter crimson giant with goat horns swept his blazing gaze about before replying.
[Of course, Isiwoos. I was prepared for this.]
Katan raised his red trident slowly. Fury's flames licked its tip.
"Not scared, huh? Just looking at those monstrous magical girl bitches makes my legs shake."
[I'm terrified too. Of dying without scratching them.]
"Won't happen."
My reassurance didn't brighten his face much.
Damn... Makes sense. Twisting incoming shells' paths with maki, I stood.
[I'll go. And Isiwoos... sorry. It's a heavy burden for one so young.]
"I'm fine. Like you, I've steeled myself."
Conversation over. Katan eyed ahead.
Smoke cleared. Empire's elite vanguard lay pulped like meatballs.
Worse: the culprits unscathed. Not a speck of gore or filth on their pristine clothes.
[Behold! Katan of Rage descends upon the field! Who dares face me?!]
Incensed by their pristine poise, Katan swelled to dozens of meters and charged.
Rage flames roared. His enlarged trident blazed scarlet.
"Farewell, Katan."
I dropped my half-eaten sandwich.
Before it hit, Katan's head thudded down too.
Sliced by a massive blade conjured from the Power of Imagination. The 12-year-old girl did it expressionlessly, in one stroke.
'The worst happened after all.'
The veteran had feared dying uselessly like trash. Spot on.
"You're next."
Fwaaah! Dozens of arrows materialized point-blank. No dodging.
Pfft, pfft, pfft! My body turned pincushion. Blood trickled from the holes.
The smoke-free sky was stunningly beautiful.
How do I know?
I just woke from the nightmare.
"Goddamn it."
Eyes open: morning.
Green's penthouse had a transparent ceiling. Magical girls boosted tech, apparently.
'Still having those nightmares.'
Dreams of old comrades always torment me. I'm used to it now... but the first one left me sobbing on the bed for two hours.
Hating them for dumping such a crushing load.
"Awake, my sweet Isiyul?"
Naked Green plastered herself to me. Right—me too, stark nude.
'Fucked like a dog in the library, dragged home, fucked nonstop... rape demon bitch.'
This gloomy rapist gave me no breather, pounding away relentlessly.
Where does she get endless condoms? That pouch? Or mana-made?
"Isiyul. Know what day it is?"
"No idea..."
"Dummy! It's Christmas!"
...Already? Explains the brutal Eve workout.
"Today, sis gets her present from you... hehe."
"P-Present?"
"Gonna make a white Christmas in sis's pussy?"
Her crass talk never gets old.
'Then today it is.'
Blue's gonna rape me today. That's my plan.