Chapter 184: Minority Report
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 184: Minority Report
“Excuse me, could I get your number…?”
“Oh, is this for me?”
With a perfectly innocent expression, Makina took the smartphone and immediately crushed its casing with her grip.
Crunch—! As the sound of screws snapping in half echoed, the heart of the man who had offered her the phone shattered right along with it.
“Wh-what are you doing!?”
The man, startled, snatched his phone back, only to realize the back panel was completely destroyed, far beyond his ability to repair.
No matter how beautiful a woman was, there were lines you just didn't cross. Destroying someone’s phone definitely fell into the latter category.
But Makina, with a completely guileless face, opened her mouth and spoke in a language from another world that the man couldn't comprehend.
“What, wasn’t it a gift for me?”
“Uh, uhhh…”
“Tsk, give it back.”
It wasn't English, nor was it French; it was a language entirely new to him. The man froze stiff, and his phone was snatched away once more.
It was already broken, but terrified it might get damaged even further, he reached out to retrieve it. Just then, he realized his smartphone had been restored to its original state.
“Huh? What the?”
“There, all better. If you’re not giving it to me, don’t bother me.”
Makina turned and walked away. As the man stared blankly, alternating his gaze between her and his phone, unable to process the situation, Hekaterina cautiously sidled up next to her.
“I told you not to use magic.”
“This much is fine.”
“Hmm─ Don’t come crying to me about what happens later.”
“And if I did? It’s true he has monopolized all of your love… but he hasn’t taken my heart.”
Such was the nature of the Witch of the Machine. Her heart had become like a machine itself, allowing her to understand the emotions of the other witches only on an intellectual level.
Yohan’s charm, his constitution that could free the witches from their curse—to Makina, who wasn’t particularly bothered by her curse, it wasn’t an especially appealing trait.
“And that goes for you, too, doesn’t it?”
“—Hmm, how long have you known?”
“From the very beginning. Is that the look a girl in love would have? Really?”
Makina said, looking at Hekaterina. Hekaterina burst into a fit of giggles, her shoulders shaking.
After a moment, she stretched her hand toward a passing vehicle. The power of the Witch of Fear, her magic of terror, struck the driver. Losing all reason, the driver yanked the wheel, swerving into the opposite lane and colliding head-on with an oncoming car.
CRASH—! A violent explosion ripped through the road as madness and fear began to take hold of the citizens.
“Looks like we’ve been found out.”
As the Witches of Fear and Machine wielded their powers freely, the man who had first approached Makina sensed that something was terribly wrong and began to sneak away.
It was the right choice. With their restraints gone, nothing short of another witch could stop them.
“Well then, shall we get back to our real work?”
“Go where?”
Just then, Yohan appeared before them. His face was livid, as if he had known all along that they were about to cause trouble.
Seeing Agapeite standing beside him, smiling sweetly, the two witches understood. Ah, this is it. He came from the future. She had used her magic to undo the incident they were about to cause.
There was no point in resisting a witch who could traverse the stream of time. From her perspective, their defiance would be nothing more than an event she had already experienced countless times.
Naturally giving up any thought of resistance, the two were grabbed like cats by the scruff of their necks and began to be dragged away.
“I told you not to cause trouble, didn’t I?”
“…We haven’t yet.”
“Talking back.”
“Sorry.”
It felt a little unfair to be punished for an incident their future selves had caused, but since it was also true that they were about to cause it if left alone, Hekaterina and Makina allowed themselves to be dragged home by Yohan.
Minority Report.
It was a movie set in a technologically advanced future where criminals were predicted to commit crimes and arrested before they could act.
At the time, people debated endlessly whether it was right to punish someone for a ‘crime not yet committed.’ Yohan remembered taking part in those discussions himself.
Back then, he had thought it was unreasonable to punish an uncommitted crime. How unfair would it be to be punished for something you hadn't even done?
There was always the possibility that the criminals might not go through with it. Punishing them based on a single prediction was far too extreme.
‘There was a time I, too, thought that way.’
Yohan thought to himself as he looked at Hekaterina and Makina, whom he held by the scruffs of their necks. Was it unreasonable to know in advance that criminals would commit a crime and stop them?
Bullshit. If you could stop criminals before they caused an incident, stopping them was the top priority.
After seeing what the two of them had done, that was what Yohan believed.
‘Damn it, I thought using magic would be less conspicuous than this…’
The Witch of Fear and the Witch of the Machine were terrifying figures even in the other world, where people were aware of the existence of witches.
One was a small witch that no Holy Knight could ever vanquish, and the other was a witch who became an empress and ruled over not just her empire, but the entire continent.
In the 21st century, a world that didn't even acknowledge the existence of magic or witches, their abilities created a terrifying synergy.
Consumed by fear, people began to run rampant. Millions of cars entered and exited Seoul every day. Gripped by terror, every single one of those drivers began ramming their vehicles onto sidewalks and into buildings.
It was the same for the police and firefighters who were supposed to handle the incident. The soldiers dispatched, thinking it might be some kind of terrorist attack, became prey for the Witch of the Machine.
Makina, who could control machinery at will, found the army of the Capital Defense Division that appeared before her fascinating. She took control of them, and soon, tanks began firing in the middle of Seoul, the capital of 21st-century Korea.
It was total chaos. People, thinking a war had broken out, began to evacuate. The stock market, including the KOSPI and KOSDAQ, plummeted, hitting limit down day after day.
‘It was hopeless.’
And all of that had happened within just a few hours of the two being let loose. He had no choice but to turn back time.
It was an incident that couldn't be resolved without doing so.
“You two know you were in the wrong, right?”
“…We haven’t done anything yet.”
“It does feel unfair.”
“Tsk, you still don’t get it, do you.”
Yohan scratched his head, then unleashed his furious anti-magic fist on the two who were still spouting nonsense.
A fist filled with the power to prevent witches from using magic. Struck in their unprotected bodies, the two clutched their stomachs and started to choke.
Yohan grabbed the hair of the two witches, who were writhing in pain, and dragged them straight to an empty room.
“This won’t do. You two need to be punished.”
There was no need to ask what the punishment was. Yohan possessed the ability to nullify the witches’ magic, and he had recently discovered a way to make this effect semi-permanent through vaginal ejaculation.
If they had no magic, they couldn't use it to cause trouble when the opportunity arose. His intention was to seal their magic completely.
Hekaterina, reading Yohan’s intentions, let out a choked, mocking laugh.
“Just… say you want to fuck us because we’re hot, you fucking rapist…”
“Yeah, you’re right. Hekaterina, you’re so hot I can’t stand it unless I fuck you.”
“You crazy… bastard…”
After stripping Hekaterina and Makina completely naked, Yohan tossed them onto the bed and began to stretch, preparing to seal their magic.
As she watched Yohan slowly approach after taking off his own clothes, Makina scratched her cheek and looked at him.
“Uh… excuse me, me too?”
“Did she cause all that trouble by herself?”
“No, but… I’m still a virgin…”
“Well, you won’t be anymore.”
“Wait, this is so absurd— Heuk!?”
And just like that, Makina lost her virginity.
In a way that was almost absurdly anticlimactic.
So easily that she wondered why she had bothered saving it.
And the machine gained a heart.
“Hwaaah…”
[8 AM. Today’s temperature is…]
The AI speaker opened the curtains and turned on the lights. Evangeline let out a huge yawn and walked into the living room.
The spicy aroma of stew filled the air, suggesting someone was making breakfast. Assuming it was Yohan, she ran over and hugged the person in the kitchen from behind.
She hadn't even wiped the sleep from her eyes, but she didn't hesitate. As she hugged them and caressed their chest, she realized something soft and surprisingly large was filling her hand.
“Haahng-!?”
“…What’s this?”
As she kneaded the unexpectedly large object, she tilted her head and checked to see what she was squeezing. The object, which felt almost unpleasant, was Makina’s breast.
Slightly surprised to find Makina cooking in the kitchen, Evangeline tilted her head again and stared at her.
“What are you doing here?”
“Oh, um, well, that is…”
“…You’re not Makina?”
Something was off.
Realizing Makina’s personality had changed, Evangeline spun around and headed for her room.
After confirming that Yohan was asleep in there, Evangeline scowled and looked back at Makina.
“Youuuu…”
Wasn't there a saying about how the quiet cat gets to the warm spot on the hearth first?
The witch who had seemed completely uninterested in Yohan had just spent the night with him.
“Um, I, I’m sorry?”
And now, she possessed a completely different kind of charm.