Chapter 33
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 32
Chapter Title: The Dragon of Kabukicho
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Blue handled me like I was nothing more than a toy.
She tossed my body around roughly, just like a five-year-old kid flinging an object across the room.
'Lucky for me I'm someone who can handle maki, or an ordinary human would've been broken by now.'
For instance, Blue would hurl my body onto the bed and just stare at it appreciatively.
"Your skin really is like white jade... I didn't notice under that cloak, but damn, your body's incredible too?"
Even though my body was basically that of a middle schooler, Blue would run her hands slowly over it, sighing in admiration.
It was just soft and squishy—what the hell was so incredible about it...?
"I'm jealous. Women can spend a fortune and still never get skin as nice as a guy's."
For someone saying that, Blue's own skin was taut and wrinkle-free. Of course, mine was objectively superior to hers, thanks to the maki saturating my flesh—it was freakishly smooth, like a baby's.
"Our sweet Isiyul's so soft and squishy. Feels so nice to touch."
And that's where Blue's wicked hobby truly kicked off.
First, she grabbed my cheeks and stretched them out long and hard. The surprisingly elastic flesh stretched further the more she pulled, but it hurt all the same.
She kept yanking and squishing them out of shape. Then she'd poke them with her fingers until they turned red.
That was when the real torment began.
"Gotcha."
With a smug grin, Blue wrapped her hand around my cock. It had already swollen up while she was groping my body.
She stroked the engorged shaft gently, up and down, nice and slow.
"Hngh... ugh... hngh..."
"Shh, shh. Good boy?"
Already naked herself, Blue grabbed one of her breasts with her free hand and shoved it straight into my mouth. Seemed like she was muffling my moans so they wouldn't escape.
Suddenly reduced to a newborn, all I could do was suck on Blue's breast with wet slurping sounds.
"Hngh, that's it, good boy... Just like that. No teeth, roll your tongue nice and soft. Ah! Yeah, like thaaat..."
Slurp, slurp, slurp.
Stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke.
Sucking on a magical girl's nipple while receiving a handjob from her delicate fingers.
In my old world, this would've been an unthinkable act of depravity and taboo.
Blue's face soon flushed with raw desire. As someone who could sense others' emotions, it startled me. It was maternal love...
'Well, she's at an age where she could've had a kid or two by now.'
Maybe she was channeling some twisted motherly instinct onto me.
I quietly surrendered my body to her. I kept suckling greedily on her full breast—slurp slurp—savoring the soft feel of her palm.
Sticky precum soon beaded at the tip, and the urge to cum surged up fast.
"Haa, haa... I wanted to feed you my milk so bad... Sorry sis hasn't had a baby yet?"
"Mmph!?"
"Why the shocked face? Of course you'll knock me up. You blasted so much deep inside."
...Come to think of it, I'd creampied both Green and Blue repeatedly.
I'd cum without a second thought about the risk of pregnancy, so the sudden realization of a potential kid made me jolt.
'It'll probably happen.'
From an Earthling's perspective, imperial folk were like aliens, but our genes were superior enough to produce offspring with any race.
That's why the empire was home to all sorts of ethnicities...
'A kid with a magical girl.'
I'd never seen one, but it would undoubtedly be powerful. The synergy between maki and mana was superior to any material in this world, so a hybrid would be unstoppable.
But if that happened, it'd be a disaster for me. Kids always side with their moms.
"Hey, Isiwoos. I'm still planning to deal with you."
"Mmph?"
"Not by killing you, of course. That'd be a waste of this dick."
That was a relief. Blue paused the handjob for a moment to continue.
"I'm gonna have your babies. Like, seventeen of 'em. I'm a magical girl, so no aging for me? Give it seventeen years, and I can pump out that many."
"Mmph..."
"Seventeen powerful magical girls? Even you couldn't beat that. Right...?"
Her words somehow pushed me right to the edge. Even though she'd stopped jerking me off, my cum was surging up anyway.
And just like that... I came. Spurt after spurt of white ropes shot from my cock, splattering across Blue's breasts and face.
"Haha, that excited about knocking me up? Pfft, so honest... My sweet Isiyul."
She didn't flinch at the sudden ejaculation. She just mocked me.
She probably saw me as a coward pissing himself over the future she'd force on me.
Or maybe just a horny little slut.
"Let's play until you get me pregnant today...?"
The teasing was over. She'd decided to ravage me for real.
Caught in a whirlwind of shame and sinful thrill, I shut my eyes tight and lost consciousness.
***
Most magical girls were Korean.
Green, Blue, Red, and Pink were all pure-blooded Koreans living in Seoul.
Maybe that's why this corner of the Republic of Korea seemed drunk on national pride for a while. They were damn proud that such powerful magical girls shared their bloodline.
'They were yapping about the Fairy Queen being some ancient Korean ancestress or whatever. Please... If that were true, shouldn't the Manchus have been picked as magical girls?'
The other magical girls—Yellow, Black, and White—were either mixed or fully foreign.
Black had one Persian parent from some region, and White, who teamed up with her for synergy, was straight-up Irish.
And then there was Yellow, the one I was about to conquer now.
She was Japanese. Pure-blooded, at that!
'Pure-blooded my ass.'
In this post-invasion world where nations meant little, obsessing over bloodlines made no sense to me.
Maybe it was because I'm imperial. Earthlings' mindsets felt so damn complicated.
"Meeting Yellow's gonna be... a bit tiring."
Yellow lived in Kabukicho, Shinjuku.
Japan's top red-light district, overflowing with booze, drugs, and pleasure.
And packed with yakuza and their thugs, to boot.
"Five minutes to arrival, huh. Mana trains really are fast."
Getting from Korea to Shinjuku was a breeze. The magical girls' custom ultra-high-speed mana trains could cross to the opposite side of the planet in under an hour.
Thanks to that, I'd slipped into Japan without Green or Blue noticing.
'I thought Japan was pretty developed, but not this place. It's like goddamn Harlem.'
Japan the economic powerhouse was famous for its safety, thanks to strong police. But Kabukicho? Not even close.
I'd barely strolled the streets after getting off the train when I spotted a ton of shocking shit.
Dozens of black sedans clogged the road, and every guy inside looked like bad news.
Civilians on the sidewalk wouldn't even approach the sedans. Hell, they wouldn't even glance their way.
'Were yakuza always this blatant?'
Japan had cracked down on them hard with the 2011 anti-yakuza laws.
Joining a gang meant no bank accounts, no insurance, not even public baths.
They'd decentralized, relying on subcontractor thugs like hangure...
But this scene? Straight out of the '80s.
'Yellow lives in a dump like this? No way. A girl with the Power of Courage, slumming it here...?'
With her kind of wealth, she could afford prime Tokyo real estate, not some yakuza den.
So why choose this hellhole? Sentimental hometown vibes?
'Yellow's close by.'
According to my "magical girl detector"—cobbled together by reverse-engineering Blue and Green's mana—this was the spot.
...She one of those host club girls crawling around everywhere? Blowing off steam ogling dudes.
"Huh...?"
Right then, the black sedan convoy screeched to a halt smack in the middle of the road. Traffic jam guaranteed, but they didn't give a shit. Pure arrogance.
Women in pitch-black suits poured out like a disturbed beehive.
They converged on a luxury sedan, lined up facing it, then dropped to their knees and bowed deep.
'The boss is rolling up.'
Commanding that many underlings... She had to be a heavyweight.
"Ma'am, we've arrived."
A young woman in a white suit—probably her secretary—hopped out of the driver's seat and flung open the back door.
And the yakuza boss who stepped out...
I knew her face.
"Yellow...?"
Arms covered in furious ogre tattoos—an irezumi full sleeve—she stepped down from the luxury car.
"Ahh, fuck yeah~ Weather's goddamn perfect today."
...This was a magical girl? Right?