Chapter 34
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 33
Chapter Title: Isiwoos Becomes a Yakuza
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In Korea, there's a program called Good Words for Kids that actually features the Magical Girl Yellow.
It's an educational show aimed at children, practically brainwashing them that using kind words is far better than swearing.
Just like any media featuring Magical Girls, Good Words for Kids produced tremendous results. The frequency of cursing actually dropped.
But right now...
"Ah, bring that fucking bastard here so I can smash his skull."
"Yes! Mother!"
"Mother my ass—I told you to call me Boss outside."
"Ah, sorry..."
The gentle, sweet-talking Magical Girl from that program was nowhere to be found.
All that was left was a Yakuza boss spewing vulgar curses left and right while smacking her subordinates' heads with her fist.
'Now I see why Doctor Rico couldn't dig up anything on Yellow's quirks.'
If it came out that the Magical Girl Yellow was actually a infamous Yakuza boss?
That alone would stir up a massive storm. So Yellow must have hidden her tracks more meticulously than anyone.
"No. Forget it. Since I can't trust morons like you, I'll handle it myself. Clear the way."
"Yes, got it! Hey! The Boss is coming through! Open the path!"
The burly women moved with surprising hustle. They parted like the Red Sea under Moses, clearing a straight shot for their leader to her target.
Yellow, clearly used to it all, chewed her gum with loud smacks as she sauntered toward an office building.
'Might as well watch how this plays out.'
I'd suddenly grown curious about Yellow in her Yakuza guise. For plotting my next moves, observing her patterns seemed wise.
Decision made, I leaped straight to the rooftop of a nearby building. Suppressing my Maki to stay undetected, I cast a clairvoyance spell.
"Hanagata Section Chief. Persistent little cockroach. Scurrying like a rat. What a pain."
She'd already been in a scrap—her hands and clothes were drenched in blood. She flicked off the gore and advanced slowly.
Her opponent was a middle-aged woman slumped at a desk. In this gender-reversed world, even the bosses were women Yakuza, naturally.
Scattered around the old hag were her goons clutching tools, trembling like leaves. Pathetic sight—almost comical.
"Kuh! Yuuzaki! You bitch...! You think you'll walk away from this!? This breaks the truce!"
"You broke it first, you old bat! Always knew you thick-skulled idiots were shameless. Here, catch."
Yellow whipped a razor-sharp kitchen knife from her bosom and hurled it. Thunk! It buried into the desk dead center. Wood splinters sprayed everywhere.
"You know the rules. Cut off a finger with that. Then I'll be on my way."
"...Insolent whore! To a Section Chief, no less!"
Surprisingly, not all of them were shaking trash. One hot-blooded goon stepped up, enraged at her boss's humiliation.
She yanked a pistol from her waistband! No clue how she scored that in a country where guns were illegal.
"I'll ventilate that thick skull of yours."
"No! Stop her!"
Of course, the bravado crumbled fast. Before she could squeeze the trigger, the barrel snapped clean off with a crack.
"Wh-what?"
"Brought yourself a fun toy. But you know junk like that won't kill me. Right, Hanagata Section Chief?"
"That was just that fool...! Fine, I'll cut the finger—so spare her!"
A cherished underling, maybe? The boss bolted upright, eyes popping.
But Yellow offered no mercy. The young Yakuza who'd dared draw on her got her neck twisted with a sickening snap right there.
"You bitch! How dare you! Kill my girl! I'll never forgive you!"
Wow, it was like a B-movie chivalrous flick. Did they teach that dialogue at Yakuza Academy or what...?
Anyway, shit hit the fan harder. The furious boss snatched a katana from a nearby goon and charged.
"Move! The Chief's going in! Back her up!"
"Y-yes!"
"Cutting your own lifespans with stupid stunts. Orthodox pricks..."
Seven goons rushed in, brandishing nasty gear.
They weren't any real threat, though. Before they closed the gap, necks snapped or ripped clean off.
As the cheap Yakuza schlock morphed into full-on grotesque horror, one question burned in my mind.
'What the hell is the Fairy Queen doing, letting her butcher civilians so blatantly?'
I knew she lent her power out of hatred for the Empire, not fondness for humans.
But she'd never just sit by while a Magical Girl tore people apart.
...Unless she's too slammed with blind dates.
"Well, whatever… I’ve figured out her conquest method."
Obviously, Yellow ran this turf as top Yakuza dog.
Getting close would be a bitch. How's a scrawny guy like me supposed to waltz up to Yakuza casually?
'Unless I apply as a host.'
Tempting, but too slow. No telling when she'd hit the club either.
So, fastest, easiest way to meet the bitch?
"Guess I'll become a Yakuza too."
Become her rival.
Yeah. Let's see if I can play dragon too.
After my Japan recon, I flew back to Korea. Nearly January now, and the brutal cold slammed into me like a truck.
'This country's winters are...'
Grumbling through the biting chill, I trudged to Green's apartment.
After a gauntlet of security protocols, I punched in the door code and stepped inside.
The place was toasty from the boiler. No idea how they heated marble floors like that.
"Mmm..."
Green sprawled on the sofa, face etched with exhaustion. Looked like she'd pulled another "overtime" shift.
I strolled over casually and plopped down beside her. Her arm snaked right into my clothes.
"Where've you been?"
"Japan."
"Japan...? Hot springs? Take sis next time."
One hand stroked my hair while the other popped my shirt buttons. She'd gotten damn good at stripping guys.
"Nah. Just sightseeing."
"Why go alone... Play with me instead."
She eyed my now-naked body intently. Kneaded my soft lower belly for a bit, then slid off the sofa to kneel between my legs.
"Sis was so beat today. That fucking overtime... Ung! Isiyul! Comfort me."
She gripped my knees and spread them wide. My massive cock hovered over her face.
"Always so... beautiful."
Mwah, smoooch.
She peppered my dick with kisses, like she couldn't get enough.
Kissing sounds echoed now and then. Her eyes glazed over, pupils dilated like she was high.
"Haup..."
Slurp, slurp, slurp.
Eyes wild with hunger, she dove in. Tongue dragged from base to tip in one long lick, then she engulfed the head.
Like a starved mutt on a steak, she lavished every inch with her tongue. Sometimes she'd pull off to rub it on her face or plant more kisses—totally unpredictable.
'Total kid vibes.'
Lately, she didn't act her age at all. Affection-starved, maybe.
Unlike Blue's creepy maternal kink. Green straight-up demanded love with needy moans.
"Now... gonna ride."
I hadn't agreed, but she didn't care—grabbed my shoulders tight and slammed down onto my cock.
Her soaked pussy swallowed it effortlessly. Squelch—the huge shaft plunged deep inside.
"Haa, uhaaa... So good..."
Her slim white waist quivered for a split second. Then she bounced—squelch, squelch, squelch.
"Eut, ueut..."
"Pfft! Head lolling back—adorable. Sis's pussy that good?"
This pathetic dick just wouldn't adjust. Just buried inside, and my body shivered nonstop, consciousness flickering out.
I fought to stay awake—barely. But it was futile. Every blink, time blurred by.
"Kuhuu, eut!"
Spurt, spurt, spuuurt!
Couldn't hold back! My body convulsed as I creampied her hard.
"Today, sis is gonna fuck you doggy-style till your balls are drained dry."
She lapped at my face, sucked every crease under my raised arms, giggling all the while.