Chapter 42
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 41
Chapter Title: Drugs (1)
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Adult Princess only relented after shaking her hips atop me several more times.
For a woman who needed to be fucked all night long to be satisfied, that was a bit on the light side.
...What was that about? Why the restraint? Had her feelings changed, or was she saving it up to feed to Green like scraps?
"Huuuuh... It's coming up soon."
Blue lay exhausted on the bed and looked back at me with a sly grin.
For some reason, it felt loaded with meaning. Like she was anticipating the future.
She patted my ass a few times with her palm. It almost made me burst out laughing—it was like she was some innocent girl who'd just had her virginity taken by a bad boy.
"Isiyul. Aren't you looking forward to it too?"
"Pardon...?"
"What, you haven't figured it out? Hmm, well, all men are like that anyway."
She grabbed my hand and pressed it to her lower belly. Smooth as silk without a trace of fat, her little navel brushing past my palm.
Pressing down on her womb like that, Blue wore a subtle expression.
"How's that...?"
"...No idea."
"Looks like Green isn't the only dense one. Is our Isiyul just dumb, or doing it on purpose?"
"Wh-what?"
"Whatever. If you still don't get it after all that... See you in two weeks."
She huffed primly and rose from the bed, slipping into her clothes bit by bit.
Bent over like that, her backside was incredibly tantalizing. That huge ass on display, with the sticky glob of my genes trickling down between...
Anyway, it was a damn shame to see such flawless skin covered up by fabric.
"By then, it'll already be too late. Not that it isn't already!"
For some reason, Blue looked even more beautiful than usual right now. Why was that...?
"See you in two weeks."
Blue muttered a veiled threat as she left. I still had no clue what she meant.
Thankfully, my maki had returned during our morning romp with Blue. My body brimmed with vitality once more.
'Never drinking again.'
I clutched my pounding head and swore to myself.
For some reason yesterday, I'd gotten blackout drunk on unidentified mana that seeped in from god-knows-where. If Yellow had been there, I'd be a dead man by now.
Lucky break. She wasn't around, and she was pretty pissed at me.
"Alright, I can stick around Japan for today, right?"
Before coming to Japan, I'd filled Green's pussy to the brim with my cum to ease her worries. No way she'd come looking for me anytime soon.
That settled it—time to properly trash Yellow's operations today too.
Decision made, I glanced around. The streets were blanketed in white from last night's blizzard. Despite the freezing cold, there were an oddly high number of people trudging about.
'Some event today or what?'
No, it wasn't just a lot—it was suspiciously so. Their movements were bizarre, almost creepy.
Like idols who couldn't dance for shit. Awkward steps, eyes that couldn't focus properly.
'Looks like...'
The crowd itself was clearly tailing me. But sending these randos? They really think I'm a joke?
'No, wait—this is...'
Suddenly, a mob surged toward me from ahead. Forced to halt, I found myself surrounded front and back in moments.
"Heh."
Up close, their faces were pretty rough. I'm not prejudiced, but I'd bet my fortune they were all yakuza.
Standing there blankly, the woman who seemed to be their boss stepped forward. She looked mid-thirties, with a long scar across her nose bridge that stood out.
"Wonder what business you have."
"Heard you've been stirring up hell around here... And you're a guy, no less."
It'd been months in this gender-reversed world, but society treating men like this still grated on me.
I smirked at the absurdity and gracefully, elegantly flipped off the scar-faced woman in front of me.
"When someone asks a question, you answer right away. Isn't that how it works?"
"...Rude as they say."
"You're the rude ones, surrounding a little guy like me like you're gonna gangbang him."
The woman furrowed her brow and snapped in anger. But despite the growling, she didn't charge.
Smart choice. If she had, several corpses would've littered this pristine snowfield.
"Boss wants to see you. Come quietly."
"Tch, shouldn't the one who wants to see come themselves? You women sure have heavy asses."
In fact, Yellow's ass was the biggest among the Magical Girls—even bigger than Green or Blue's.
Back in my past life, plenty of guys joked about wanting to die crushed under it.
"Mother's too busy to meet trashy, rude men like you. So come nicely. Or we'll use force."
"Force? From the likes of you?"
"...Word is this little shit's been mouthing off since—!"
A rough-looking woman behind Scarface scowled, rolled up her sleeves, and advanced.
Of course, she never got to charge me. I'd flicked a pebble with my foot, embedding it right into her forehead.
The giantess—maybe 170cm—turned ice-cold corpse in less than a second.
"Kawashima!"
"You all couldn't beat me even if you rushed together. Even your so-called boss gets wrecked head-on. I could kill you all and be done... but that's a hassle. So shut up and bring your boss here."
Yeah, even I cringed saying that.
But the threat worked. They huddled and whispered, then sent a serious call somewhere.
"Over there, the cafe."
Scarface glared daggers at me, grinding her teeth.
Whatever. One flick to her forehead and her skull would cave in.
"Talk about curt. Whatever, all yakuza are like that."
Chuckling at her, I eyed the cafe she pointed to.
Not too small, not too big. Seemed independently run, and foot traffic around it was suspiciously low.
Yakuza must've cleared the street. Obvious without looking.
"...Pretty flashy inside."
Stepping in, warm air enveloped me. My frozen ears started to throb painfully.
The place was dead quiet. Should be bustling at this hour, but no sign of it.
"The one looking for me... There she is. What, planning to lure me here from the start? Tch, fell for it."
At least I didn't look like a total pushover. Pride matters in this line of work, right?
Harboring that dumb thought, I sauntered over to where the woman seeking me sat. Familiar yellow hair... Just as expected. It was Magical Girl Yellow.
"Hmmm..."
She quietly brought her coffee cup to her lips. Tattoos snaking up her entire arm caught my eye.
An angry red oni tattoo... 'Yasha,' was it? A faint chill—not from the tattoo, but from such a pretty woman having one.
"No clue why you called me here. Oh, wait—don't you even have balls?"
Bang! I plopped down across from Yellow and slammed both feet on the table. Too hard—her teacup toppled over.
"Losing all your underlings to me and resorting to these nobodies."
"...Vulgar."
Hmm, come to think of it, I was acting pretty low-class right now, just like she said. Playing yakuza, maybe?
Anyway, her expression told me the act was landing well.
"You came here knowing that? What if I had goons hidden for a sneak attack?"
"You still couldn't kill me. Even if a sniper suddenly blew my head off right now. I'd dodge before then."
Lies. A sniper shot would end me flat.
But mixing in bullshit like that keeps her from trying anything weird.
"True. That's why I didn't set up any ambushes."
"No trap, so why call me here specifically? Not like we're just gonna sip coffee."
"I want to make a deal."
Yellow snapped her fingers. A waitress promptly brought two coffees and set them down.
One was mine. Yellow plopped sugar cubes into it one by one, then stirred slowly.
...Looked tasty. Can't eat enemy food, but cyanide wouldn't kill me anyway. Down it goes.
"Be mine. I'll offer good terms."
"...As a subordinate? You're nuts."
I gulped down the suspiciously delicious coffee. Thirst quenched. Whew...
"No, not a subordinate."
And then, mid-sentence, a weird premonition hit my solar plexus.
It was pain.
Pain out of nowhere in this body that never even caught colds...?
'What the—'
My hands shook. Vision blurred, strength drained from my body.
"You... you bitch! What did you...?"
"Can't have a guy like you as a subordinate. What I mean is, my personal cumdump. Good terms, right?"
Damn... I got played!