Chapter 72
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 69
Chapter Title: Hetairoi (1)
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The fanatics' nest, entered through the club, was still pitch dark.
Such a place...
Living here would surely drive anyone insane. People need sunlight to stay healthy, after all.
Maybe that's why these racist lunatics turned out this way—holed up in the dark.
Or not.
"Illusion."
Whoosh! Mana bloomed from Black's beautiful black hand, instantly enveloping my body. In a moment, I vanished completely, swallowed by the darkness.
Illusion... a useful mid-level spell that hides the body.
How many imperial soldiers had fallen to Magical Girls using Illusion!
I never imagined the day would come when it'd be cast on me.
"Go in first."
Black, who had cast the spell, could naturally still see me. With her large, pretty hand, she pushed my back, shoving me inside.
Just like before, a vast theater sprawled ahead, filled with countless seats.
Were we late? The place was already packed with robed fanatics. Where on earth did they round up so many?
"See the podium? Get under it."
A wooden podium on the stage, with a single microphone atop it.
Under there...? Guess they want me to do something naughty.
Like a squirrel, I scurried over and slipped beneath the stage podium. It was surprisingly spacious despite appearances, cozy enough for my small frame.
"Oh, you've come! Ahh! The Savior has finally arrived!"
"Savior who punishes the cursed offspring of the moon!"
"He who leads the greatest descendants of the sun to the heavens! May prosperity be yours!"
Still the same dizzying racist bastards. Black ascended the stage amid cheers from these trashy bitches.
This time, no robe. Same workout clothes and tight leggings as when we met.
The leggings accentuated her thighs and ass especially. Damn... thinking about how my dick went in there made my vision spin.
"Quiet."
Black gripped the mic on the podium and uttered just those two words.
The entire audience fell silent in unison, as if on cue.
"...!"
Then, right before my eyes under the podium, Black's lower body suddenly appeared.
The tight leggings highlighted every curve. Even the pussy mound stood out.
"...Gulp."
Beneath that thin fabric lay a pretty pussy that felt amazing inside.
Just recalling that made my heart pound. My dick was already rock-hard, straining skyward.
Do I just lick it?
She hadn't said it outright, but casting Illusion and telling me to hide under here? Had to mean secretly eat her out.
"Chosen ladies and gentlemen. At last, what we've awaited has been delivered."
The solemn speech began. Black gazed over the crowd with a powerful voice.
The speech was oddly captivating. Nothing uplifting or eloquent, yet every word carried weight.
Is this magic too?
Some spell to incite the masses? A Magical Girl like her could easily invent new magic.
"In my hand is the decree from above—from the Fairy Queen herself. Feel the thick mana emanating from it? I shall read it verbatim."
But with no obligation to listen, I said nothing and slowly pulled down her pants.
"...!"
Black's body stiffened for a split second. Guess she was surprised I yanked them down without warning.
"Ahem, ahem! Let's continue reading."
No rebuke came. Just a brief glare, but since she didn't pull away, I figured it was fine to keep going.
"To my dear Black and her guard... Greetings. I am humanity's protector and queen of the fairy realm, Selethias I."
Selethias... pretty name.
But 'I'? Like there's a II coming.
For billions of years without clearing the cobwebs from her pussy, yet loaded with dating apps.
"I've reviewed your investigation report, hngh!"
"...?"
"Thorough, ly!"
Sliding her pants down smoothly revealed her sexy black panties, matching her skin.
I nudged them aside and pressed my mouth to her pretty slit.
Just that, and a moan escaped Black's lips. The sneak attack landed perfectly.
"Ah, splendid! My most cher, ished! Mag, ical Girl, indeed!"
"Your voice seems shaky today...?"
"Tense from the Fairy Queen's handwriting, perhaps."
*Slurp* *Slurp* *Slurp*
I slowly, deeply worked my tongue over her lower half...
Up and down, and her body trembled.
Just a few strokes, and pussy juice dripped onto my lips. Mmm, cherry scent...?
"*Schlurp*, *Slurp*, haa..."
"...You little shit. Just wait. I'll tan your hide later."
Black dipped her head briefly and hissed a threat at me.
As if I wouldn't fuck her all night anyway.
"*Slurp*, *Schlurp*, *Slurp*! *Schlurp*...!"
Dare threaten me? In retaliation, I ramped up the pussy-licking speed.
"Eek, hngh, you, ba, bastard!"
"...Lady Black?"
"Grraah...! A-anyway! Having verified this intel, I authorize the subjugation. That, is all!"
Already at her limit? Black rattled off the letter like a machine gun and ended the speech.
"Urghhh!"
*Gush gush gush gush!*
The moment the speech ended, pussy juice squirted out. Black collapsed over the podium, writhing in orgasm.
"...That concludes it."
The speech wrapped up. In the worst way possible.
Planning to pin the blame on me? Black shot a venomous glare down at me under the podium.
"You're in for it later."
...Did I go too far?
Post-war Itaewon had developed a unique culture. Forced national unification drew foreigners here in droves, they say.
Even so, a horde of robed figures marching off somewhere clashed with the street's vibe.
Total of 20... elites among elites. All wearing rings.
Black and I (still under Illusion) led the pack, followed by twenty robed women in a line.
Probably all hidden identities. Numbers mean nothing against mana users.
"There it is."
We arrived at Itaewon's outskirts—a dingy abandoned building in a shady spot called "Moon Village."
...Definitely mana. Hiding here? Hmph.
Mana Soldier recruits were mostly those with rare diseases or limb impairments. Awakening mana could fix their fates.
But some awakened ones bolted without serving the mandatory 1.5 years.
Dodging national service. The World Government punishes deserters harshly, of course.
"The stench of inferior races wafts thickly from inside!"
Black raised her hand, pointing at the building. As if on signal, the robed women drew various tools from their robes.
Sharp axes, short knives, clubs—and each wore a ring.
Theoretically better armed than special forces. Ring power, though.
The robed women slowly formed a perimeter. Small two-story building: six on the ground floor outskirts, five securing stairs, nine at the front door.
"Charge!"
The axe-wielding robe kicked the door in. Boom! Dust billowed with the crash.
"...What."
But inside? Empty. Mana had been there, though?
"Search inside. They're definitely in there."
"Yes, ma'am!"
The nine at the door filed in. No reaction from the owners despite the armed racket.
Interior matched the exterior: rundown. Signs of habitation limited to old furniture and trash.
"Did they smell us and flee...?"
"Lady Black said they're here. Quit yapping and—huh? What's that."
The robes glanced around. Something rustled in the trash pile.
Cockroach? No, too big a movement for a bug.
"...Everyone, battle ready."
Rustle, rustle.
Movements grew violent. Clinking cans too—something inside?
"Grrr..."
Motion stopped. A beastly growl echoed from within.
"It's coming! Use magic!"
Whoosh! Something shot from the trash like an arrow. So sudden, the robes froze.
"Aaaagh!"
The axe-wielder's throat was torn out! Crunch! Blood sprayed viciously.
"Why is that...?"
I couldn't help but gape at the monster's identity.
Because... that was a Hetairoi.