Chapter 39
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 38
Chapter Title: Intoxication
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'...But how the hell do I even start this?'
She'd boldly resolved to violate him, but all she could manage was groping his body. She couldn't take it any further.
Yellow had strictly obeyed one of the Fairy Queen's solemn commands as the boss of the Magical Girls: "Maintain your purity." She'd never even looked at visual materials, leaving her with virtually no knowledge.
'Damn it... Did I bite off more than I could chew? I have no clue where to start! Ugh, guess I'll just go with whatever I've overheard.'
Her decision to assault Isiwoos had been pure impulse. Revenge for her subordinates. And revenge for rubbing that thing in her face back then.
That was why, even as regret gnawed at her, she couldn't turn back. Retreating now would make it feel like her crew had died for nothing.
'They said touch here, right...?'
Yellow hesitantly stroked his thighs. It was already early January past December, yet this shameless bastard roamed around in shorts.
Practically begging to get fucked. With that thought, Yellow touched his white thighs. Exposed by the shorts, they felt cool to the touch.
'So soft and squishy.'
The first man's thigh she'd ever touched was plush and yielding. Lack of muscle, maybe?
And the skin was as soft as it was white. It glided smoothly under her palm without a hint of resistance.
It even felt like petting the fur of some pale, velvety animal... Addicted to Isiwoos's dangerously alluring thighs, Yellow undid his top as well.
"What the hell does he eat to have skin this white...?"
Once the shirt was off, an astonishing sight unfolded. Hailing from the North Sea herself, Yellow gazed at his pale, fluffy upper body and recalled her homeland's scenery.
A snowfield. Just like her younger self, she was entranced, bringing her fingers to his skin.
'Never seen a day of sunlight in his life. Do all men have bodies and skin like this?'
Admiration poured out of her. The flawless milky skin seemed to grow even softer with every touch.
No, having a body like this. Yellow figured Blue—who kept her own skin taut with mana and extra care—would be green with envy if she saw it.
'Come to think of it, his skin's been looking amazing lately. Probably on some supplements.'
She'd wondered why anyone bothered with skincare, but seeing this made the reason click.
'Gotta get an intro later.'
With that in mind, Yellow swept the cluttered junk off the table and hoisted Isiwoos onto it.
"Mmngh..."
The table was glass, but sturdy enough to bear the weight of the hefty Isiwoos. Even with Yellow added, it seemed fine.
The cold glass against his bare skin made Isiwoos squirm harder. Yellow waited until it stopped, then resumed.
'This is way too easy.'
Short in stature and slight in build, Isiwoos fit entirely on the table.
Yellow slipped off his shoes, then peeled away the white socks inside. His pale, cute toes wiggled faintly.
She idly touched the soles for a moment before her eyes drifted to his upper body. The powdery skin texture sparkled under the light.
'Like peach flesh.'
And with that rosy flush, it truly resembled a peach.
In ancient China, they said feeding children lots of peaches would make them beauties... Now she got what that meant.
Amazed, Yellow grabbed a handful of his belly fat. The slight give in his lower abs offered perfect grip.
After a string of rather criminal acts, Yellow climbed onto the table.
"Alright, now let's get to it..."
Rustle. Fabric brushed against skin as her suit dissolved into nudity in an instant. Her own white skin, rivaling Isiwoos's, was laid bare.
"You little shit. Grown up nice."
Yellow hoisted her hips high. Unnoticed by her, her arousal stretched like a spiderweb.
Lacking sexual knowledge, her body and instincts still guided her to the next step.
Just as she'd reflexively dodge a flying fist, her flesh commanded her to defile this man's mouth right now.
And so she didn't hesitate. She pressed her dripping pussy—saliva plopping in drops onto Isiwoos's face—right against his lips.
"Eut!"
Were his lips warm from the booze? No. His torso and thighs had run hot too.
Maybe a degree warmer than average. Of course, no one could function day-to-day like that. But hot was hot.
"Chup, chuup, chuueup..."
"Ugh, fuck this bastard... What a cocksucker mouth, slurping away even in his sleep."
Without any prompting, the near-unconscious Isiwoos smacked his lips and diligently serviced Yellow's pussy.
This was largely thanks to Blue and Green. Their relentless training had turned him into a pussy-licking expert.
"Hueung, chuup, churup, heu, chuueup..."
"Sucks it down so greedily. That into my pussy, huh? Perverted fuck."
"Chuup, churup, jjuup..."
"Slutty rag. Even a raging stallion like you turns into a whimpering sow under a woman..."
Yakuza-style vulgar curses spilled out nonstop. The target couldn't even hear them, just munching away at her pussy.
Her flowing juices soaked Isiwoos's face without mercy. His porcelain skin gleamed glossy now.
"Rushed a yakuza just to get fucked, huh? Ha! Wish granted, you slut... Gonna wreck that mouth."
Like riding a horse, Yellow bounced her hips back and forth on his face. Jjuup, jjuup. And still, he serviced her eagerly.
"Heu, hut, you dog bastard... So damn good... How much pussy have you eaten to—hueut!—be this skilled?"
"Chureup, chuts..."
"Uhe, heugeu... Aa, can't hold it! Cumming! Swallow it all!"
GULP GULP GULP!
Armed with stellar theory and battle-hardened practice, Isiwoos had become a pussy service pro.
Thus, Yellow hit her peak sooner than most women. Warm with his body heat, her juices poured straight onto his face.
"Huu, huuu..."
Reaching climax was an enormous stamina drain. Even a Magical Girl wielding the Power of Courage like Yellow was no exception.
Felt like blood vessels bursting in her brain. Yellow threw her head back, trembling violently as sweat streamed down.
It spelled doom.
'No.'
The first pleasure she'd ever felt crumbled Yellow's resolve in an instant. For some reason, her tongue lolled out vulgarly. The infiltrating ecstasy stimulated her spine.
'Let this go on, and I'm done for.'
Her sharp instincts rang the alarm. If she toyed with this man as planned, there'd be no turning back.
'Kill him here. End it now.'
Yellow recommitted to her original intent. Couldn't afford to let him linger.
She dismounted his face and stretched her sturdy arms toward his thin, white neck.
One hand could've done it, but for certainty, she clamped down with both.
"Die well...!"
Kwaaak!
Yellow threw her full weight into strangling Isiwoos. Crunch, crunch. The sounds rang out crisply. Pressure enough to snap a normal person's neck on the spot.
A few seconds passed. His face flushed red, then drained to pallid white. Like all the blood had fled.
"That does it."
Aware only of avenging her crew, she let out an unconscious cheer. She even smirked while killing a man smaller than herself.
Then she suddenly halted her grip.
"Mother."
The voice from the man's lips. Those three words froze Yellow solid.
"Sorry. I, I didn't mean to..."
His voice was choked, barely audible. But plenty enough to convey emotion.
Regret. And the faintest tinge of resentment.
"...Damn."
Chills erupted across her back. Humans naturally empathize with those who've done the same deed.
Yellow couldn't bring herself to kill him. Was the desperately weeping Isiwoos pitiable? No. He'd killed her subordinates.
She just gave up. This man had clearly done exactly what she had.
And why not.
"Mother, harming you was just—"
This man had killed his own mother too. Just like her.