Chapter 3
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 2
Chapter Title: Sponsorship Proposal (2)
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The Seven Magical Girls received their powers from the Fairy Queen.
To the leader, Red, she granted the Power of Passion.
To Blue, who could make cooler-headed judgments than anyone else, she granted the Power of Coolness.
To Yellow, so pure she couldn't pass by even the smallest animals, she granted the Power of Courage.
To Green, who possessed more vast knowledge than anyone, she granted the Power of Imagination.
To Pink, who felt compassion even for the evil Imperial Army, she granted the Power of Love.
To White, whose eyes were like pure crystal, she granted the Power of Purity.
To Black, who always made others laugh with her quirky ideas, she granted the Power of Whimsicality.
These seven powers were thus bestowed, and they thoroughly crushed the Empire's ambitions.
And those powers still remain with the seven girls to this day, used to eradicate the Empire's lingering ambitions.
'Magical Girl Green...'
Isiwoos trudged steadily toward the meeting spot, crunching dead leaves underfoot.
His mind filled with every scrap of intel on Green, his rendezvous target.
She wielded the Power of Imagination, boasting devastating long-range firepower support.
Back in the Empire, her abilities had been a nightmare.
Bombardments from anti-materiel sniper rifles and bazookas had wiped out Imperial troops—and even the Emperor's personal guard—in the blink of an eye.
So Isiwoos feared her more than Red or Blue, even.
"Who'd have thought that woman would turn out like this..."
They say ten years can change mountains and rivers.
If fifteen could completely remake a person, that was no surprise.
Fifteen years ago, Green had been a twelve-year-old girl. A pint-sized, bespectacled bundle of curiosity, no less.
"Tch, why isn't she here yet... Is she actually a girl? Ahh! Scammed again!"
The Green of today looked entirely different.
For starters, she'd shot up incredibly tall.
In this gender-reversed world, women were inherently two or three times stronger than men—but height gaps persisted all the same.
Green, though, towered at what had to be 180 cm, a monstrous stature.
Isiwoos, barely scraping 150 cm, had to crane his neck until it hurt just to look up at her.
'Some growth spell? No mana signature, so probably not. Just a perception-obscuring enchantment, looks like. Can't have folks sniffing out she's a Magical Girl—too much hassle.'
To the average onlooker, she was just a stunning tall beauty, nothing more.
No stares drawn her way.
"Um, excuse me..."
"Hm?"
Up close, the changes went beyond height.
Her bust and hips had ballooned enormously—no need to belabor that point—and deep dark circles carved hollows under her eyes.
'Textbook gamer addict.'
No doubt from pulling all-nighters grinding games.
Her outfit was passably normal otherwise. Tight jeans hugging her hips for emphasis, a white dress shirt, and no coat despite the chill.
"Who are you?"
"Strawberry Macaron... You're 'Strongest Legend Green,' right?"
"Huh? Oh! A-a real guy? You're a dude, yeah?"
"Yup, guy."
How many netkama traps had she fallen for? At last, Green had hooked a real man!
'Who knew that worthless game would come in handy for me someday.'
She'd picked it up figuring tons of guys played it, but somehow the dudes steered clear while fake-ass netkama with pussies instead of dicks glued themselves to her.
After personally slapping sense into women who thought she was a guy—over and over—the payoff had finally arrived.
'Wait, underage? He's tiny.'
In that instant, Green's final shred of conscience kicked in.
Was it right to dupe a kid who looked about nephew-aged?
Sensing it, Isiwoos fished a battered wallet from his pocket and flashed his ID.
"I'm an adult."
"For real... a guy... Ah, not the time! Cold out, huh? Hop in the car! We'll chat at a café."
"Café? S-sorry... I can't afford a café..."
"Sis'll cover the coffee."
Fearing her hard-won catch might bolt, Green clamped onto his hand and dragged him to her car.
Her grip was rough from sheer excitement, but Isiwoos wasn't dumb enough to run.
"In you go."
It was a ride from a brand infamous for being out of reach even for the loaded without the right social clout.
All too aware of its true value, he gawked at the Magical Girl's wealth before quietly planting his butt in the seat.
"Anyway, looks like our little Strawberry Macaron's had it rough."
"Y-yeah..."
That was the last word between them.
Such reconnaissance missions were best conducted in silence, after all.
'Goddamn, he's adorable.'
Green was utterly smitten with Isiwoos's petite frame.
Smitten enough to feel her lust bubbling over.
She wasn't some pedo—not even close. Her tastes ran perfectly vanilla. And yet, something about him drew her in fiercely.
'Pretty sure... I like him.'
Smooth, supple skin peeking from his bundled clothes...
Even the fleeting glimpses had her itching to touch.
'So this is love at first sight.'
Her heart thumped wildly for no reason. Her cheeks burned red-hot, and she couldn't stop wanting to stare at his face.
'Alright. I've decided... He's mine to protect.'
Isiwoos, all too familiar with that look, panicked hard.
For all his tiny build, he'd clocked her lusting after him.
'Come to think of it, no clue why, but chicks always swarmed this body. Maternal vibes or something?'
Her constant sneaky glances...
Not unpleasant. His own shifty eyes gave it a creepy edge, sure—but she was a knockout, which only sparked his curiosity.
'Maybe mess with her before we hit the café?'
Isiwoos arched his back and shrugged off his white coat.
Green gasped sharply, sucking in breath.
"Kinda hot in here... Mind if I ditch this?"
Beneath lay a short-sleeved shirt.
"Whoa!"
Screeeeech!
The car slammed brakes. Isiwoos lurched forward. Seatbelt spared him injury, but his forehead sprouted a lump on impact.
"Ow ow ow... Why the sudden brake?!"
"...Sorry. Some car cut in up front."
"Up front?"
Isiwoos peered ahead. No car in sight.
Why the hell sudden stop? He rubbed his throbbing forehead, puzzling it over, but no answers came.
'For real.'
Irritation welled up naturally. How dare she inflict this pain!
Isiwoos yanked his coat back on and bundled up tight.
Regret poured from her sidelong glances, but he had zero forgiveness to spare.
"Café... we're here. Out."
Silence reigned anew after that. Green clamped her mouth shut, lips pursed, stewing in irreversible regret.
'No choice! Flaunting something that provocative out of nowhere!'
That sudden flash of creamy skin was pure overload for a 27-year-old virgin.
Especially the armpit peek—second-dick territory, porn incarnate!
Her veteran spinster senses overloaded; the brake slam was pure reflex.
"I'll grab the coffee first."
Isiwoos had gone icy. Green nodded repeatedly, drowning in brake remorse.
But deep down, she steeled herself.
'No dancing around it. Buy him outright with cash.'
Things had gone this far—better spit it out direct. No dragging feet.
Paradoxically, his chill vibe ignited her impulse.
"You said you needed 230,000 up front, right? Here—as promised, sis'll hook you up."
The café thrummed with pre-Christmas carols.
Green ordered me an iced Americano and a pricey slice of artisanal cake, but I left pride intact and untouched.
"Our little Macaron... tough times at home?"
"Yeah."
"Ahh, gotcha!"
To thaw the awkward air, Green hollered in exaggerated cheer and slid her hand slyly onto my shoulder.
"Sis can help with that..."
"Huh?"
"You ever hear of sponsorship?"
Hook, line, and sinker.
But I didn't bite rashly. Sounding eager would've painted me as some loose floozy.
Time to ham it up: the tragic hero reluctantly taking the deal.
"Sp-sponsorship? What's... that?"
I mumbled like I'd never heard the word. Green creased her brow, rose, and sidled next to me—stroking my shoulder slow and sultry as she whispered.
"Allowance gig?"
Obviously nothing vanilla about it.