Chapter 38
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 37
Chapter Title: Real Face-Off
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"...You really pulled it off."
The yakuza boss... Ah, what was this woman's name again?
Whatever, it doesn't matter, so let's skip that. Anyway, this woman greeted me with a shocked look on her face when I came back alive.
And understandably so. I'd beaten the crap out of a super-strong girl who could crumple steel plates with her bare hands.
"So, you thought I'd fail?"
"No... Everyone who snorted that powder and thought they got stronger got smashed by her. I figured you were one of those idiots."
"Is that right? Good thing I wasn't."
Even so, I had to at least beat one magical girl.
Except in bed. No way I could win there.
"Honestly, I thought you'd lose and end up groveling like a dog. But no. I'm just shocked."
"Then, about that position you promised..."
"...Fine. From today, you're in charge of the shopping arcade in front of the station. Give me 30% of the collections, keep the rest."
The yakuza's business model was like this. Protect specific shops and collect protection money in return.
Or open a pachinko parlor and lure in gambling addicts.
This old-school place seemed to be the former. Pretty outdated, huh?
"Got it."
"Oh, and your crew... Gather them yourself. There are plenty of street punks who'll fight for a meal."
Normal yakuza open an office by bringing along like-minded underlings from their old crew.
But in my case, I'm more like a parachuted-in outsider, so I had no one under me. From the start, no woman seems interested in working with a short guy like me.
Unless it's AV, maybe.
"I'll be going now."
This wraps things up with them. Probably won't see them again.
After a formal goodbye, I stepped out of the office. The door was still broken, making it a real struggle to open by the handle.
After a few tough tugs, I got it open, and cold air mixed with contrasting sunlight welcomed me. Snow had piled up quite a bit, creating white walls here and there.
"...Maybe I should expand before dropping by my office."
A bold businessman always makes daring choices to grow his business.
With that, I headed to a nearby pachinko center.
That day, I expanded into 7 districts.
No matter how much strong liquor she downed, she couldn't forget.
Humiliation, rage, and the crushing defeat of losing her underlings powerlessly dominated her entire body.
Yellow, the magical girl and infamous yakuza boss, killed time by chugging bottles of notoriously high-proof booze.
Six empty bottles already lay scattered at her feet, but she wasn't getting drunk at all.
'That fucking little shit...'
She recalled the raid at her regular bar from not long ago, like a nightmare.
The guy burst in and smashed her head, sparking a fight.
The battle she thought she'd dominate turned into a massacre—in her favor? No, she got massacred.
And by a tiny guy who was barely 150cm tall!
'If I catch him, I'll kill him.'
As a magical girl of justice, she'd always been kind to men and never even imagined harming them.
But now, burning with hatred, she'd resolved to kill one man.
She was a bit surprised by her own rare impulse. But soon, her determination hardened.
'I won't just kill him. I'll humiliate him thoroughly first, make him beg for death.'
Suddenly, she felt like simply killing him wouldn't do. That day, that little man had thrust a massive cock right in her face.
Yellow had no choice but to admit she'd been swept into an indescribable whirl of shocking emotions upon seeing it...
The dizzying scent and elegant form of that huge dick had paralyzed her reason in an instant.
'Damn...'
Shame washed over her. Her precious underlings had died horribly, and here she was, getting horny.
If her mother saw this, she'd scold her. Shaking her head, Yellow sprang to her feet.
Her steps wobbled slightly. Was it the belated buzz, or the shame taking over her body?
She creaked the door open and peered outside. One gloomy-faced underling was there. What was his name? Didn't matter.
"B-Boss! Big trouble!"
"Big trouble...?"
Yellow hated interruptions while drowning her grief over lost underlings in her room. Even urgent matters weren't allowed inside.
"Some crazy guy's wrecking one of our businesses!"
"...? Is that a big deal?"
"The problem is, that lunatic broke the manager's bones and eight enforcers too."
At those words, Yellow felt the slight buzz she'd had vanish completely.
She knew exactly who it was. The only man rampaging around here.
"Where is he?"
"Uh, well... right here."
"...What?"
"He's causing havoc here."
It was the moment conflict arose in Yellow's mind, where she'd decided not to blame her underlings.
Shouldn't you lead with the most important info? Yellow sighed deeply and shoved the underling aside.
The shop was a mess. From the back room came thumping, chaotic noises.
'He's in there.'
Clutching her pounding heart, Yellow moved toward the room. She'd known they'd meet again someday, but so soon?
Even she thought her strides were graceful as she approached the noisy room.
"Huuuuuh..."
After a deep breath, she knocked on the door a few times with her knuckles. Not too hard, but not weakly either.
"Come in."
After a few seconds of silence, a voice finally invited her in from inside. Yellow gripped the handle, pushed the door open, and entered.
And there he was, the face she'd been longing to see.
"Urgh... Huh? You didn't bring booze?"
And that longed-for face looked very different from before.
Bottles littered the floor messily from too much drinking, and plates of snacks lay in shards.
"Heh."
How much did he have to drink to get that wasted? Curiosity struck Yellow, and she tossed a question to the waiting underling behind her.
"What the hell did you give him to get him like that?"
"Oh, uh... He kept demanding more booze and being a nuisance, so I mixed in that 'powder' you mentioned before. Then he went berserk like a bull stabbed in the ass."
Magic powder from the Fairy Queen had kicked in, heightening his high. Yellow nodded slightly, judging that.
If that was the case, things could get interesting.
"Everyone out."
"Huh? You sure? That guy's strong enough to take five grown men barehanded..."
"I'm fine. Go."
After issuing a forced eviction, she shut the door and locked it tight. Not satisfied, she even dragged a large sofa in front of it to block escape.
"Still out cold, huh."
Despite all the commotion preparing, Isiwoos oddly hadn't woken.
"Uhng? What? No booze?"
One of her now-deceased cherished underlings had said that a blackout drunk man was easier to handle than scooping out ice cream.
Would this guy be that easy? She reached out and touched his face.
"Hm...?"
He just let out strange groans occasionally, no real reaction. She could snap his neck right now.
But Yellow didn't. Slowly, she sat beside where he was slumped, then used her 'Invisible Hand' magic to remotely fetch a liquor bottle and place it on the table.
"Booze!"
Isiwoos snatched the bottle and chugged from the rim. Half the contents vanished in less than a minute.
'That's special vodka... And he's just gulping it down. How's that tiny body holding it all?'
Even though it was over 80 proof and bitterly harsh, Isiwoos downed it without hesitation.
As payback, perhaps—thud! He passed out, slamming face-first into the table with a loud bang.
"Pathetically easy."
It felt hollow. She, the victim, was grinding her teeth in vengeful fury, while this guy just wandered around boozed up.
'Your sin was showing off alone, cluelessly.'
Yellow draped her arm over Isiwoos's shoulder. Her beautiful, white arm, sculpted with muscle, could snap his neck bones in one go.
'...No, I don't want to kill him that quickly.'
She couldn't let him die easily. For her agonizingly slain underlings, she had to torment him somehow, devour him alive.
Judging thus, Yellow slowly stripped his clothes off. As easy as unwrapping ice cream packaging.
"Perfect."
A sinister smile crept across Yellow's lips.