Chapter 95
Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 92
Chapter Title: Blonde Thug (3)
Yellow was starting to look more and more like someone completely immersed in the role-play.
And that immersion didn't shallow out at all—it only grew deeper as time went on.
"Call me Master."
Yellow fiddled with my ass using her palm, continuing to satisfy her own desires.
Clink! A dog collar snapped around my neck—I had no idea when she'd prepared it. It had to be one Black had lent her. It was the exact same color and size as the one she'd worn.
"Come on, say it."
Almost like she was courting me, Yellow kept groping my ass.
Women might not get it, but I had no clue what groping a guy's ass was supposed to mean.
For women, their lower half has their pussy right near the buttocks, so just seeing an ass can get a guy aroused.
But guys have their dicks up front.
In other words, there was no reason for this woman to get turned on by my body.
...Alright.
The fact that I could ponder such pointless sexual philosophy meant my intelligence hadn't dropped.
Good. Last time, my brain dulled when the mana seeped into my body, but this time it seemed fine.
Probably because my maki had grown stronger, speeding up my mental recovery.
Either way, it was good news for me.
"Say it before I expose all your girlfriend's secrets!"
"My girl's secrets?"
"Heh heh heh! Yeah, your girlfriend! I know everything. Your girl's actually a Magical Girl, right?"
...What kind of plot twist was this?
Before that, wasn't my girlfriend supposed to be locked up somewhere?
This sudden change in setting was a bit disorienting.
Actually, the whole idea of a Magical Girl getting captured was weird to begin with. It was like saying a healthy tiger got eaten alive by a deer.
Maybe she's rewriting the story on her own whim. Just doing whatever gets her off.
I stared at her, at a loss for words. Her heh-heh grin was infuriating.
If I held out and didn't call her Master... Yellow would resort to drastic measures to make me say it.
And those measures wouldn't be pleasant for me.
Fucking bitch.
Suddenly, it hit me that this woman might have yakuza roots.
Sacrificing others just to satisfy her lust—like a total villain.
That's how yakuza scum operate. Damn bitches.
"...Master."
"Ehehe, ehehehehehe!"
Yellow clutched her face, laughing like an idiot. Her natural beauty made even this dumb laughter look gorgeous.
Or maybe like a work of art.
That's why beautiful women are so scary. No matter how hateful their actions, one little smile melts your resentment away.
"Good! Good attitude, so I won't send pics to your girlfriend! But you know what happens if you don't obey me, right?"
"Who even is my girlfriend..."
"Blue the Magical Girl is your girlfriend! Don't play dumb here!"
...Blue was my girlfriend?
A surge of irritation boiled up inside me.
Blue was a stunning beauty. Sex with her would be every guy's dream.
But the idea of that 30-year-old nutjob calling herself a 'Magical Girl' being my main squeeze?
It was a massive insult to me.
"Alright, all set. Get dressed and come out. We're doing it outside."
"O-outside?"
"Don't wanna show your girlfriend? Huh? Hurry up!"
That damn girlfriend shtick again.
A sigh escaped me involuntarily. But I endured, gritting my teeth.
As I gathered my scattered clothes from the bed, Yellow roughly yanked my wrist.
"Transparency spell's on, so no one can see you anyway. Just come out like this."
"It's cold outside..."
"Doesn't matter! Hurry up."
Just as expected from a yakuza bitch—she showed no mercy for my situation.
Or maybe what she wanted was my ejaculation.
"Let's go already."
Yellow rushed outside with frantic movements.
She'd told me not to dress, but she was decked out in her slutty serafuku.
Fucking bitch!
Winter had passed, and it had been ages since the start of spring, but the evening chill rivaled midwinter.
The biting wind brushing against his pale skin shamed it red, flushing Isiwoos's entire body.
"Haa..."
A normal person would've gotten frostbite by now, but a human enhanced by maki had strong cold resistance.
That was why Yellow hadn't let Isiwoos wear anything but the collar.
"Walk faster."
Seoul streets. Was it the cold weather, or the lack of foot traffic?
The wide sidewalk had hardly any people—a woman in a puffer jacket, an old man walking his white dog.
"Ugh..."
Isiwoos felt humiliated.
Thanks to the invisibility spell, the old man and puffer-jacket girl wouldn't see his naked body.
But what shamed him was Yellow's brazen attitude—groping his ass and dick without a care for passersby.
"Wow, your ass is so soft."
Squish squish.
Her pinching grip grew even bolder whenever they passed someone.
Isiwoos almost wished the spell would wear off.
Then Yellow might stop her weird outfit and quit fondling his dick and ass.
"Park's boring since we did that already. Sidewalks are better. Classic, but I like the people around."
"Ugh...!"
Suddenly, Yellow yanked the leash, spinning Isiwoos's small body around.
She shoved him against the wall by the sidewalk, pressed his back to it, and hoisted his thigh to slide his dick into her pussy.
His big eyes widened at the abrupt rape. Soon, pleasure melted his gaze.
"See? You like it too."
Slurp, pop!
His dick slid right out of her pussy. Yellow could've shaken her body to milk his semen, but she didn't.
Enough to break his spirit for now—and the real sex was planned in front of that woman.
"...Found her."
Luckily, they'd spotted her.
Isiwoos sensed familiar blue hair and cold mana.
Inside the cafe—a crowded space—a woman sat leisurely.
It was Blue, enjoying black coffee, blueberry cake, and a book.
Subconsciously, or maybe aware of the child inside—Blue gently stroked her lower belly with her right hand.
Seeing the body part holding his child stirred complex feelings in Isiwoos. He still couldn't believe he was a dad.
"Let's go to the cafe."
"Y-you're not thinking of sex in front of Blue, are you?"
"That's exactly what I'm doing."
It'd be less absurd than declaring you'd kick a sleeping lion's ass.
All Magical Girls had keen magic detection, and Blue's was especially sharp.
Sneaky sex in front of her was impossible—and it'd piss off the 30-something auntie.
"That's insane... Why?"
Isiwoos asked with genuine curiosity. She dismissed it.
"Let's go in."
"Wait, hold on!"
"You can't beat my strength anyway, Isiyul. I don't wanna use force, sis-style. Hurry up."
Even transformed, he couldn't win in raw power.
Isiwoos trembled at the fact. Yellow could force whatever she wanted and had no qualms about it.
"Come on!"
The red collar tightened. His airway narrowed, breath cut off.
To breathe, Isiwoos had to step forward.
One step—and Yellow yanked again, forcing another.
By the time the farce ended, they were inside the cafe. Warm heaters emboldened his shameful skin.
"We're... inside..."
Unbelievable reality. His legs shook, heart pounded.
Blue with her blue hair kept reading. Terrifying—she might look any second.
"It's fine, it's fine. Blue-unnie and I are allies."
Fine for her, maybe. If caught, Isiwoos was done for.
He'd be drained dry until not a drop remained—his body shuddering at the thought.
"This'll be fun, right?"
Clueless to his turmoil, Yellow giggled innocently.
For a moment, Isiwoos felt genuine murderous intent toward her.