Acturus: Education
Acturus's black eyes, usually filled with a weary disdain that looked down on everyone else, now flickered wildly with unfamiliar emotions. The humiliation of being subdued by a mere male she could have killed with a single command without even lifting a finger. And beneath that, a more primal terror—the fear of no longer being a magical girl. The dread of plummeting from a special existence to an ordinary mortal.
Such pathetic feelings were plain as day on her face.
I sneered at her again.
"Nothing at all. Just like those humans wriggling at your feet."
A magical girl losing her power must feel like a billionaire suddenly robbed of everything in an instant.
"You bastard... what the fuck do you know—!!"
She was still full of fight. Well, after living with unchecked power her whole life, it was natural she hadn't come around yet.
Like a spoiled heiress from a chaebol family who hadn't grown up. All the better. Revenge that's too easy is just hollow.
...Time to start today's lesson, then.
Thud.
I let go of her wrist right away.
"You fucking bastard!!"
Acturus lunged at my face with her nails out, screaming like it was a death howl.
Even tried to kick me right in the balls while she was at it.
"Tsk tsk. This is Humanity's Madonna?"
"Shut up, give it back... my power!!"
Her screeching was grating on my ears, so I needed to shut her up. I raised my hand.
SLAP!
The sound echoed through the concrete room like thunder.
"Kyak...!?"
She crumpled to the floor in an instant after taking the slap.
A man's hand—far bigger, thicker, rougher than any woman's. Against her delicate, pampered cheek that had never taken a hit in her life.
"Where you looking?"
Acturus turned back to me with a dumbfounded stare, and I slapped her again.
SLAP!
"Kak..!!"
A stinging crack. Her cheek swelling up in seconds.
Ahh...! Thrilling.
Revenge is wicked? Hollow? Who the fuck spread that bullshit?
It made me so happy I could cry. No sexual thrill at all, and yet my dick was rock-hard. Felt like it might burst.
Getting to take revenge on your enemy like this—pure bliss. And this was just from slapping her cheeks. I couldn't wait for what came next.
"I said, where you looking? Eyes back here."
I grabbed her chin as she turned away, forcing her face back, then raised my hand again.
"W-Wait—!"
Slap, SLAP!
Her body trembled violently as the slaps rained down. Not from anger.
Whatever her mind was thinking, her body had figured it out—the reality of her situation.
She could die. If she kept getting hit like this, this male in front of her would kill her.
"S-Stop... please... cough cough!"
"Huh? Already?"
Realizing she'd be defenseless on her knees, she staggered up, backed against the wall, and raised her guard like a boxer.
"Puh, puha, hahahahahahaha!!"
The girl who'd acted like nothing scared her was now a total loser getting lynched after just four slaps.
She didn't even react to my laughter.
"Hah... haaak...."
Drip— drip—
When my laughter stopped, there were no curses or defiance—just the sound of her tears, spit, and blood hitting the floor.
"Huh...?"
She looked down at the blood splattering on the ground, wiped it with the back of her hand, and stared up at me.
Disbelief.
Eyes that couldn't accept the fact her nose was bleeding.
Probably the first time in her life. Getting a bloody nose from a man slapping her.
Sure, she'd been hurt fighting monsters, but that was in her transformed state as the magical girl of life force. Probably healed in under 0.1 seconds. This kind of lingering, intense pain was brand new.
I squatted down casually, matching her eye level.
"Done clawing?"
Her legs shook pitifully, like she'd collapse any second. Her habit was hiked up, pale thighs peeking above her stockings.
Acturus's lips quivered, but she didn't break down sobbing and begging like a normal girl. Those tears were just from the pain stimulating her tear glands, not real crying.
No matter how much of a bitch she was, she was still a weapon who'd fought superhuman battles against monsters.
As I watched her intently, she squeezed out the words.
"Are you... a monster?"
I said nothing.
"What power is this? I've never heard of a monster that seals a magical girl's power... and you look human. You're not even a monster—why the hell are you doing this to me!?"
Beating around the bush: 'Why are fellow humans doing this?' Fellow humans?
What bullshit. There are no humans here.
Neither you nor I can be called human anymore.
"F-Fuck... cigarette... cigarette...."
Acturus shoved her hand into her cleavage, fumbling around.
She'd always smoked when stressed, so she must be dying for one now. Her silver cigarette case had fallen out from her tits when I brought her here—probably in the van, but no way was I fetching it.
"No can do. Bad for your health. From now on, no smoking, Acturus."
One second I'm cackling while slapping her senseless, now I'm worried about her health?
"You crazy fucking dog! What the hell do you want? Answer me!!"
Unable to make sense of my chaotic actions, she finally screamed.
If she asks, it's only polite to answer.
"I want you."
?
"W-What...?"
A storm of emotions swirled in her eyes—confusion, mostly revulsion like nausea.
'Psycho.' 'Kidnaps someone and beats them senseless?'
"Dead serious. I like you so much. You're the purpose of my life. I want you. I want to have you."
100% sincere. I despise Acturus, but I love her too. As much as I hate her.
Dedicating your entire life to destroying a target—that paradoxically makes them the only sun in your world.
What she eats for breakfast, what perfume she wears, how much her left eyebrow twitches when she's pissed. Her tiny habits and weight fluctuations the Association doesn't even know, that she owns multiple identical nun outfits. Where she walks in the mornings, which birds make her turn her head.
To destroy her, I studied her deeper than anyone. During that obsessive research, she was my enemy, my goal, my sole refuge.
From the moment my parents and little sister rusted away in pools of blood, trampled and beheaded, my life froze. The only thing that kept it grinding forward was Acturus. Without her, I'd have killed myself or gone mad already.
Well, I am mad already.
"Y-You... psycho!"
Spot on.
No normal person collects hundreds of photos of their enemy and memorizes how their eyelids droop. No normal person builds an altar in an abandoned factory basement for three years to imprison a magical girl. No normal person gets blue-balled hard from slapping their enemy's cheeks.
So this is love. The ultimate pure love.
I'd never dwelled on it during those breathless years of pursuit, but admitting I was a monster? Easy.
My eyes in the mirror had been unfocused for ages.
I'm a monster.
And this woman is mine.
"From today, remember everything I teach you, Acturus. Or it'll hurt."
As we talked, her nosebleed stopped, and her swollen cheeks started going down a bit. Magical girls were still magical girls. Even severed from her star, without superhuman strength, her baseline regeneration was leagues beyond a normal human's.
"Watch the stars! Your constitution changes!"
I spouted random nonsense, and Acturus's face twisted in utter bewilderment. Anyway, time to grab the tools for today's lesson. Ropes, drugs, that sort of thing.
I hummed a tune and turned toward the shelves—when Acturus, her legs trembling like she'd collapse, or pretending to, charged at me.
"Dieee!"
Still got some fight in her. Fine, let her hit me a bit.
"Dieee!"
She pounced like a feral cat, climbed my back, wrapped her legs around my waist. Then she gaped her mouth wide and sank her teeth into my nape.
Crunch!
Sharp pain stabbed my neck.
"Ugh!"
I hadn't expected such a desperate move, but her survival instinct must've been stronger than I thought.
That's my girl! Gotta have that killer edge to brawl with monsters!
"Hahahahahaha! More, give me more."
I charged full speed at the wall, slamming her with a body slam.
BAM!
"Kahak!"
"Ow, that actually stings a bit...."
Blood trickling from my nape.
Drip drip—
Blood soaked into my shirt collar. Touching the wound, I could feel Acturus's neat teeth marks.
Finally, her mark on my body.
No more one-sided longing from afar. Time to share my love too.
"Feel it good."
Thwack!
"Hngk."
I grabbed her hair and balled my fist. Then—
WHAM!
"Keheeeuk!"
A deep uppercut into her gut. I'd trained my body plenty for basic conditioning, so the impact sank straight to her womb.
"I love you, you fucking bitch."
Time to plant my love in her womb. So she'll never forget it, for the rest of her life.