Abducting Acturus
Acturus—the day of the kidnapping and revenge had arrived. My nape was unusually stiff, and my hands and feet were going numb. It wasn't just the cold January weather; it was the tension from trying to kidnap a Magical Girl, who was basically a superhuman.
By now, that bitch should be done flashing sweet smiles at her sponsors and heading back to the Cathedral.
For her nightly hidden prayer vigil, she claimed to pray in her private room until dawn?
Pfft.
"What bullshit."
From my perspective, knowing the true face of that hypocrite, it was laughable.
The money-grubbing whore who kicked my dying mother away with a scowl... hidden prayer vigil, my ass.
Shiver, shiver.
But knowing her ugly inner self didn't mean I wasn't tense. I was trying to kidnap one of the celebrated Supreme 4, not just any Magical Girl.
Rub, rub— I roughly wiped the cold sweat soaking my palms on my pants and rummaged in my pocket.
The feel of a syringe about two finger-widths long. I'd checked it so many times by dipping my hand in and out of my pocket that the back of my hand was red and raw, but I had no time to care.
After who knows how many times my hand dove into my jeans pocket, the door opened.
Click.
The Cathedral's main door swung open, revealing a man in a black suit, his bodyguards, and the target.
Overwhelming breasts and hips.
Unlike her sacred nickname "Humanity's Madonna," it was a body designed to distract any man.
'Acturus.' The Magical Girl chosen by the Life Star.
I quickly hunkered down deeper into hiding.
"Sister, thank you so much for the treatment today."
The well-dressed man bowed at a perfect right angle. Probably some executive who'd shelled out big bucks for her "healing."
"I've merely fulfilled my duty. For a mere nun like me to awaken as a Magical Girl must all be for such service and good deeds. Praise be to Jesus."
Her left eyelash twitched. Her tell when she lied.
"Praise be to Jesus! Amen!"
What a show.
She's raking in cash under the guise of donations for treatments.
"If... if there's another chance in the future, may I see you again?"
"That would all be by the Lord's guidance."
"Hallelujah!"
Spouting nonsense and laughing haha-ho-ho.
Her mask of the merciful saint made me want to puke, but I held back.
Soon, I'd rip it off with my own hands.
"Well then."
"Acturus, if you need an escort to the Convent, I can assign some of my men. It's late at night, after all."
"Hohoho! Chairman, have you forgotten who I am?"
Right. She might look delicate, but she's one of the four most powerful superhuman Magical Girls.
"You're so beautiful, it clouded my judgment. Then we'll take our leave."
The man bowed deeply once more and rode off in his luxury sedan.
Click—
Hiss, hiss.
Watching the sedan go with a faint smile, Acturus suddenly twisted her face and pulled a cigarette from between her breasts, lighting it.
Sip—Puff—
"Disgusting pigs... I can't even stand the sight of them."
No trace of her earlier honeyed tone. She smoked casually, heading toward the alley where I hid.
For today's execution, I'd mapped her every move for months. Plus, a few days ago, she'd dismissed her escorts as a hassle. The quiet path from Cathedral to Convent. A place no one passes.
No CCTV nearby due to the Magical Girl residences.
I crouched silently between illegally parked cars. She's coming.
Clack— clack—
As she passed me without suspicion, exposing her unguarded back, I lunged and tackled her.
Thud!
"Gack!?"
My steel-hard, trained forearm wrapped around her slender neck. She never saw it coming.
That some lunatic would dare attack one of the Supreme 4. Yeah. Her arrogance—no bodyguards, no CCTV alley—that was her fatal mistake.
"Kehhek!!"
Writhing!!
"Grrk, L-Life Star...!"
She reflexively tried to transform, but no dice. Choke out the airway, and she can't chant the activation words. Plus, my forearms bore tattoos that drastically inhibit Magical Girl transformations.
"Trying to transform? Won't work."
"Kek, grrk, L-Life—"
"I said it won't."
Squeeze!!
"Keeeheeeek!"
I tightened my arm deeper around her thin neck.
Normally, carotid pressure knocks out a person in 7 seconds. Sudden choke from behind, and even an average woman can't think straight.
Let alone one who's lived dependent on Star Power.
Slap! Smack!
She had battle experience against Monsters, so even as her face turned purple, she didn't give up easily.
Acturus swung her palms wildly toward my face. My cheek stung and swelled red, but it was nothing.
I felt her slaps weakening in real time.
After a few more feeble hits...
Thud!
Acturus collapsed without even a clichéd "Who the hell are you?!"
Thump.
I quickly supported her body to keep it from sprawling on the ground and sat her in the back seat of my parked van.
I'd placed a scale under her ass beforehand. Needed her weight to dose the drugs right. A half-baked mystic like me has to use every trick against a real Magical Girl.
47.8kg
Slight margin of error, but accounted for. I flicked bubbles from the murky liquid.
Midazolam and diprivan mix.
Common surgical anesthetics, but effective on Magical Girls too. Untransformed, they're just human.
Magical Girls become monsters on transformation, but pre-transformation? Plain people. Just block the transform.
Poke!
I even swabbed with alcohol cotton first. I want her living body, not a corpse from sepsis.
"Hnnngh...?"
At the crossover of waking from blackout and the drug flooding her veins—that eerie haze—she groaned. I crammed cotton in her mouth and taped it shut.
Done.
Forcing my trembling legs—about to buckle—to the driver's seat, cold sweat poured out like a wrung towel.
"D-Done... I did it...."
It took less than a minute.
Kidnapped one of the Supreme 4 Magical Girls with my bare hands.
I gripped the steering wheel fist-tight with shaking hands. An unbearable euphoria welled up from deep inside.
"Heh, hehehe.. hahahaha...."
I couldn't help giggling like an idiot.
Her routes, meeting times with execs, other Magical Girls' ranges—all meticulously planned.
Now just transport to the special basement on the city outskirts I'd prepped. An anti-Magical Girl dead zone blocking stellar influence.
There, no matter how she thrashes, other Magical Girls won't notice. We can reminisce at length about old times.
Glancing in the rearview, Acturus twitched at the needle sting in her arm and the foreign object in her mouth, forcing her eyes open—but too late.
"Oh, you're awake?"
I greeted her through the mirror.
"Long time no see, 'Humanity's Madonna.'"
Her pitch-black eyes stared blankly at me.
I chuckled at her glazing pupils and started driving.
What face would Acturus make when this was all over?
Would she reflect? Pfft.
Reflection? As if. Magical Girls don't do remorse.
So I'd make her feel the same regret and despair she'd inflicted on me.
Soon we'd reach our love nest. Thinking of turning her into my personal cum-dump already had me thrilled. A few more minutes of driving...
Arrived. Near Oi-do beach, the magic-polluted, shuttered Industrial Complex.
Government and Magical Girl Association abandoned this place. Here, I'd built my facility over years of grueling prep.
To end every monster bitch on my revenge list.
Clunk!
Opened the van door and hoisted the still-sleeping Acturus onto my back.
Squish—
Her ass pressed against my hands. Soft flesh through thin nun habit, with firm muscle beneath.
Humanity's Madonna's ass felt exactly as imagined. In post-tension ecstasy, my erection throbbed—I ignored it.
That's for the revenge process. I don't want mere sex. I'd have bought a whore for that.
Step. Step.
Crunching over concrete debris, past crumbled walls, a black two-story building appeared.
Rusted iron gate.
Black exterior.
Covered in spray paint and white script.
Enochian.
The language 16th-century magus John Dee and Edward Kelley claimed angels dictated. True or not, its resonance pattern is common in Goetia demon summonings and Golden Dawn Enochian rituals.
Like Japanese in otaku world, Enochian is occult's lingua franca.
One hand propping her ass, the other inserted the key and I chanted.
"I shall encompass thee with light."
A traditional barrier ward against "demonic entities"—for me, that's Magical Girls and Stars.
Clank—
"Nngh...."
Inside, Acturus groaned unpleasantly. Her Star Power suppressed, naturally.
The real training starts now.