Chapter 4
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 4
Chapter Title: Sponsorship Proposal (Complete)
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The enemy that had pushed the Seven Magical Girls into their greatest crisis was undoubtedly Madness Isiwoos.
Isiwoos, who wielded the power of madness, might have been weaker than the other three houses, but he possessed the ability to amplify people's emotions and transform them into monsters known as Hetairoi.
However, in the end, he was defeated by Red, the leader of the Magical Girls, and vanished without a trace forever.
Many people believed he had been vaporized by the Power of Passion, not even leaving bones behind.
But nothing was ever clearly confirmed.
"Pocket money gigs... Aren't those kinda weird?"
I'd said it so bluntly, but I still kept up the act of being a pure, delicate young man.
As I brushed off the hand that kept caressing my shoulder, I averted my gaze from Green, looking off somewhere else.
"Weird? Don't you trust me, sis?"
Was she getting impatient? Green scowled at my words.
"No, I just..."
"Don't avoid my eyes, sis. Look at me straight. What's with that dirty habit of yours?"
"Huh?"
"You're talking to an adult. You gotta look 'em in the eye, right?"
Adult? By human years, I'm over 300!
A 27-year-old is barely more than a kid to me.
'This cheeky little brat, shoving her age in my face?'
My insides boiled with rage. I didn't voice it, but it was so obvious she was looking down on me that it soured my mood.
"You know, sis likes people who show proper respect. Get what I'm saying?"
"...Keep talking weird, and I'm outta here."
"Nah, you can't leave. You wanna make money, don't you?"
This shady green-headed bitch was seriously deluded... I didn't want her money—I wanted her obsessed with me.
'Maybe time to reluctantly give in?'
My mood was a bit sour, but thinking of my original goal, this might be the right play.
"Look, I'll be straight—I like you. Enough to propose sponsorship right off the bat on first meeting... I'm not usually like this. But you seem worth it."
Knead, knead.
Green's slender fingers massaged my shoulder. The blatant motion left my body numb for a moment.
"You'll do it, right? No, you will."
"...Fine, I'll do it."
At those words, her sticky fingers froze.
"Ehehehehe... Hehe! Yes, perfect!"
It was such a flighty laugh. Ignoring the stares around us, Green giggled and slowly stroked my face with her palm.
"Wanna hit a motel?"
"..."
"Oh, too forward? Hehe, sorry. So, what's my little Strawberry Macaron's name?"
"Isi...yul. Isiyul."
"Got it, Siyul. Hop in sis's car."
It was practically an order. I got up from my chair and slowly walked outside.
While she paid, I deliberately staggered my steps, to look like a defeated, poor guy.
'My acting's getting better.'
Surprisingly, I was pretty good at this. Acting while getting laid by a Magical Girl... that kinda thing.
'Thought the first time would be the hardest. Easier than expected.'
Lost in thought, I soon arrived at Green's sports car.
I pretended to hesitate before yanking the door open and flopping onto the seat.
"Thought you'd bolt. Guess not?"
"You said you'd pay... Why would I run?"
Green smirked slyly and slowly slid her hand toward my thigh.
I silently turned my head away. But she kept kneading my thigh without a care.
The awkward touch almost made me laugh, but I held it in.
"How much money do you need?"
"...Dunno."
"Means you need a ton, huh."
Her hand crept inward along my thigh, grabbing flesh hard and kneading roughly.
"Don't shake so much. Today'll be super easy stuff. You know what I mean, right?"
She didn't wait for an answer. Taking my silence as consent, Green openly toyed with my body.
Not just groping every inch of my thigh—she kept shooting lust-filled glances at my crotch while driving.
'Staring like she wants to fuck me right now? Nope, not yet. Let's make her beg more.'
Of course, since it was a beauty of a Magical Girl doing it, it wasn't unpleasant at all.
Hell, it felt great. No guy would hate a hot babe itching to jump him.
"Just today, only today. Rich assholes like you... I can't stand 'em."
"Just money? Ha! If you knew who I was, you'd faint."
"Not curious."
"Wonder how long you can keep up that attitude. Oh, we're here."
After driving forever, we pulled up to a quiet motel.
Was I about to fuck a Magical Girl in there from now on?
'Good. I'll fuck you plenty from here on. Pretend to love you if you want.'
In return, Green would be mine forever.
Obsessed with me, Madness Isiwoos... Body and soul, devote yourself eternally—go mad for me.
"Get out."
At her commanding tone, I played the tragic protagonist reluctantly stepping out, opening the door.
The musty underground parking smell hit me right away. Pretty big motel.
"We'll be coming here a lot, so memorize it."
Saying that, Green slid her hand up to my waist, over my ass—inside my clothes.
The sudden cold touch on my skin made my body twitch.
"Cute reaction. Same when I touched your thigh... Never been with a girl? With that face."
"...No girlfriend. Family's poor."
"Huh? So you're a virgin."
Green perked up even more at me being a virgin. She let out a creepy chuckle and rubbed my waist harder.
"Guess today I pop your cherry?"
"I-I said no weird stuff!"
"Right. Won't do it."
"?"
"I'll let you off easy today."
Wait, what?
Late into the night.
A small boy staggered along a dimly lit, flickering streetlamp road.
'Fuck.'
Not really a boy—he was a full adult. But his build and looks tricked anyone into thinking boy.
"Goddamn it! Getting humiliated by a bitch like that!"
Like an adult, he gripped a bottle by the neck in one hand, chugging it down.
He wiped the red wine dripping from his mouth with his sleeve, then staggered on steadily.
The reason for his rage? He'd been stood up.
'Thought she was hooked, then she bails for some "appointment"... The hell!'
Classic push-pull game.
In Isiwoos's mind, their dynamic was dominant-submissive, with him as the absolute top.
For trash like Green, who should be total sub, to play games scratched deep into his noble pride.
'That cheeky bitch... Big-ass hoe dares humiliate me?'
Drunk and humiliated, his steps wobbled naturally.
'Can't take it. Gotta start "that" right now. Need to screw that damn Green over or I'll explode.'
Then, footsteps approached from behind—thud, thud.
'Pedestrian at this hour? No way.'
Around 3 AM on a deserted street—super suspicious.
Isiwoos turned to check the follower.
'Well, look—hat too.'
It was a woman in a hat.
Outfit screamed shady: white mask, sunglasses, glancing around for CCTV.
Isiwoos instantly pegged her as a criminal after his body.
"Hmmm."
Then he slowly walked toward her.
She really was a criminal targeting him.
Startled as her target approached, she steeled herself to go through with it.
"D-Don't move! Stay still or I stab you!"
The shady pedestrian pulled a kitchen knife from her pocket.
Dead serious about this gig—the blade was sharply honed, obvious at a glance.
"Always the same."
Isiwoos already knew security sucked in his neighborhood.
He needed lowlifes to make his "friends," after all.
"Every damn mutt underestimates me. Pathetic humans."
"Y-You!"
The blade flew at his arm. She aimed for a light slice to show she meant business.
But the knife, good only for cooking, was effortlessly blocked.
"C-Card?!"
Isiwoos had wedged a playing card between his fingers, parrying the attack.
The woman was speechless that mere paper blocked her kitchen knife.
"Perfect timing. You're gonna be my friend."
"Friend...?"
Fwosh! The flung card embedded straight into the woman's forehead.
Instead of brains and blood bursting, ominous black smoke billowed out.
"Had a shitty night, so you're helping me vent."
It signaled the return of a Hetairoi.