Chapter 20
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 20
Chapter Title: Scarlett's Day (1)
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I was deep into my book at that moment.
Thud—
A dull sound rang out as the door swung halfway open, and someone's body tumbled straight inside.
I reflexively snapped my book shut and clutched it to my chest. Even though I hadn't been caught, my heart sank first.
"S... Scarlett?"
The red-haired magical girl lay collapsed on her knees, gasping for breath. Her fingertips trembled faintly. She didn't even have the strength to get up on her own.
Her costume bore the marks of battle everywhere. Translucent slime clung to it in splotches, and wounds dotted her body here and there. The leotard was torn in so many places it was hard to find an intact spot, and the exposed skin glistened with slime through the rips.
Beneath her, sticky fluid had dripped from her pussy and asshole down the insides of her thighs, forming a small puddle on the floor.
I rushed over and knelt down. Up close, Scarlett's eyes were unfocused, her breathing shallow. It looked like she'd overused her magic power.
"It's okay. Just rest a bit and..."
She tried to speak, but the words didn't make it to the end. Her head lolled to the side as the strength drained from her body.
I caught her shoulders, careful not to slip on the slimy floor. Right now, stabilizing her breathing came before words.
Instead of laying her flat, I propped her up against the wall with my arms supporting her. Her breaths still weren't steady.
I minimized contact with the erotic areas peeking through the torn costume and, matching her breathing, slowly...
Just like she'd done for me yesterday, I carefully shared my magic power.
A little time passed, and her eyes fluttered open. Still hazy at first, but her focus sharpened quickly.
She tried to force a smile, then cleared her throat instead. Her breathing had already stabilized. As she clearly woke up, I gently eased the support from my arms.
"Ah... sorry. Got held up by a slime... for a while, I guess."
I was stunned for a moment. Slimes were the lowest-grade monsters.
With all rifts closed now, combat magical girls' duties amounted to cleaning up leftover monsters or patrolling.
Monsters born from human imagination reflected that—slimes and goblins were barely considered threats.
"The slime I know?"
Scarlett looked sheepish and averted her gaze as she answered.
"Yeah... that's the one. But there were circumstances. My magic power was almost tapped out when I ran into it."
Scarlett paused, clenching and unclenching her palm. It was a movement that suggested her strength hadn't fully returned.
I waited quietly without pressing her.
"First off, I left early in the morning without eating. Orders were to skip meals and start patrolling, so no magic power recovery from food at all. Plus, the association... never mind."
She folded her fingers one by one as she continued.
"On top of that, my daily masturbation orgasm quota suddenly jumped to 100 yesterday.
It's not usually this bad, but ever since I took down those monsters last time, it's been spiking for some reason."
She caught her breath briefly, then added as a final note.
"And... the monster moved like it knew my fighting habits. If it weren't for that, I could've finished it quick even with that little magic power."
Scarlett shrugged as she said it.
Her casual attitude, like it was no big deal, only made her seem more pitiful.
"Yeah... Scarlett could've beaten it no problem. Unlike me, you can use magic freely."
I pretended not to notice her condition and kept talking.
"Unlike you?"
Her eyes lit up.
"You finally figured out my magic! Tell me. Quick, I'm dying to know."
Scarlett leaned toward me like she'd found juicy gossip. Her body still wasn't clean of the slime goo. As she got too close, I instinctively stepped back.
"Ah, hold on. You haven't cleaned up yet."
She hesitated, then laughed like she got it and patted the spot next to her.
"Okay, okay. Sit here and talk then."
I sat down and cautiously began explaining my magic.
"The spell's called 'Reenactment.' I can read the past memories of something by making skin contact with it bare-handed."
"Whoa, that's awesome? That's psychometry. I saw it in a movie."
Scarlett nodded with genuine admiration, then narrowed her eyes playfully.
"So you could try it on me sometime? Ah, not now though."
"I was warned not to use it without permission. I got my basic mods and suppression clit piercing during orientation today."
"Ah, so that's why you're being careful."
She mulled over my words in silence for a bit, then chuckled lowly.
"Still, it's exactly the kind of ability the association would love. Perfect for interrogations or records, anywhere really."
I gave an ambiguous smile and looked away.
The researchers had praised my magic highly, just like she said,
but I wasn't thrilled about that praise.
For some reason, the position that power was headed for bothered me.
So I deliberately changed the subject.
"But... what about those injuries? Even against a slime, this is too much."
Now it was Scarlett's turn to panic.
She opened her mouth to protest, then closed it and looked away.
"Uh... this? Hmm... I'd rather not talk about it. Can we skip it?"
"No."
My voice was firmer than I expected, even surprising myself.
"You burst in like that and made me worry. I'm a magical girl now too, your roommate. I deserve to know."
She visibly flustered at my unusually direct tone.
After staring at me silently for a moment, she let out a small sigh.
"Haa... fine. I'll tell you what happened today."
She hung her head and slowly began recounting the day's events.
Patrols are a hassle to begin with.
Even more so now that every rift's sealed shut.
Still, I went through the motions as always.
Set route, set pace, set reporting intervals.
A routine etched into my body over the past half year.
For outside ops, we couldn't wear the standard modified lewd costume that left important bits exposed—we had to don the abnormal full-coverage magical girl outfit.
All to avoid unsettling civilians, they said.
Haa... They only care that much when we're out in public.
Even now, my nipples—developed all night long yesterday—and the suppression piercing kept my clit perpetually erect, twitching with mini-orgasms every time it brushed my clothes.
Who even came up with these impractical outfits?
Magical girls get their body parts lewdly trained and conditioned every damn day, but hiding them just makes everything so uncomfortable.
As I walked carefully, stifling moans, a civilian boy spotted me from afar. Face beet red, he averted his eyes and scurried off.
Familiar reaction.
I stopped and, just in case he'd been scared, raised a hand toward where he'd been and gave a light wave.
"It's okay. Be careful out there."
I sensed him pause behind his back, then nod before vanishing into the alley.
Being a magical girl meant fretting over these little moments.
Before I knew it, I'd entered a quiet alley with fewer people.
The noise faded, leaving only the click-clack of my footsteps echoing— that's when my phone buzzed shortly.
Checking it, an urgent message from the association.
"...At this timing?"
I stopped immediately and answered the call.
Still on duty, so I reported politely.
"Yes, Magical Girl Scarlett here. Currently on patrol, no anomalies."
The voice belonged to a researcher. Unlike the urgent signal, he sounded incredibly relaxed.
"Ah, sorry about that. We usually don't contact during external ops due to risks, but just in case."
"It's fine. What is it?"
A brief silence followed.
On the other end, I heard rustling—like flipping papers or tapping a screen.
"You took down a monster easily with minimal magic power last time, right? I checked the combat data."
His leisurely tone and words started grating on me.
"Yes. And? If it's over the emergency line, make it quick."
I couldn't quite mask the irritation in my voice, but the researcher didn't seem offended and continued.
"Nothing major. Convert all your remaining magic power to aphrodisiac right now and excrete it. Don't want that happening again and causing hassle."
"Hah?"
No magic power means no damage to monsters.
Plus, excreting aphrodisiac would leave my back hole in heat—I'd barely muster half my combat sense for a while.
Essentially, an absurd order to become a durable magical girl onahole in front of a monster.
But it was a researcher's directive, so it had to be the best call.
"Yes. Excreting all magic power immediately."
The moment I replied, my lewd tattoo activated to its limit.
My already scant magic power converted entirely to aphrodisiac slime inside me, slathering my digestion tract that only processed the stuff.
And without hesitation, immediate release.
"Oooheeeek♡ Thank you for the expulsion permission♡"
I'd dumped every last bit of magic power as aphrodisiac in an instant.
The excreted aphrodisiac vaporized into mist, vanishing without trace, and I squirted right there in climax.
By the time I'd followed orders and nearly finished my patrol route...
In the middle of a familiar street scene, something subtly off caught my eye.
At first, I thought it was a trick of the light.
The gap between sidewalk blocks looked unusually wet, sunlight hitting it and casting a strangely distorted shadow.
Like a massive dewdrop beaded on the pavement.
I halted and slowly lowered my gaze.
That's when I saw it.
A transparent, jiggly mass spread across the ground like flowing liquid.
It tried blending with the surroundings but stood out as alien.
"Hey. You're busted. Study refraction next time."
No research showed monsters understood human speech.
Still, I always talked to them like this. No real reason—just pissed off.
The "dew" quivered and ballooned in size instantly.
A faint but definite reaction.
I sighed and assumed combat stance.
To an ordinary magical girl, it was barely worth calling dangerous.
But I couldn't just ignore it.
To civilians, it was plenty threatening.
Of course, right now I had zero magic power left after converting it all to aphrodisiac and squirting it out my ass.
On top of that, my asshole was slathered sticky with aphrodisiac—any stimulation would make me climax on the spot and neutralize me,
my aroused body burned hot, pussy wetting with every breath, but running wasn't an option.
That's what being a magical girl meant.
Like always, I'd win.