Chapter 1
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 1
Chapter Title: Magical Girl Pink Lumina
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Even couples who share the hottest passion eventually see that fire cool within an average of one to two years after marriage, according to research.
People commonly call it the "honeymoon effect."
Especially for couples forced into marriage more by age differences than love, that effect hits even faster.
But our marriage might have been lucky, in a way.
We weren't some lovey-dovey pair from the start, but as a decent match, we'd kept things smooth for over ten years.
Morning greetings with smiles, sharing the meals my wife always prepared despite both of us working, wandering restaurant hunts on weekends to blow off steam—ordinary daily life, full of laughter.
Nothing like those community tales of wives quitting jobs under pregnancy excuses, turning husbands into chubby house dads.
Or the soap opera nightmares of husbands routinely abusing their wives.
Our home was harmonious beyond comparison.
Yeah, harmonious in every sense.
The worst fights were a few petty squabbles.
We still shared a bed, drifting off with smiles—anyone could see we were a happy couple.
...At least on the surface.
I liked my wife.
We met in college, married right after graduation, and spent ten years together, even having sex.
I liked her.
But if it sounds like trashy talk, I'd never once felt "love" from her.
My love was always out of reach.
For one simple reason: "Magical Girls."
"Magical Girl Pink Lumina, arriving on the scene!"
In this world, comic-book monsters and demons pop up out of nowhere, wrecking cities.
Human weapons can't stop them.
And the ones standing against those beasts, embodying people's hope? Pink mana cloaked around her lithe form.
She was Pink Lumina.
I first saw her back in middle school.
The day she saved me from being crushed under a massive monster—I felt love for the first time.
Pink hair flowing, eyes sparkling like jewels, a glittering costume.
The perfect Magical Girl from the posters plastered on my wall, the one I chanted to every night.
But reality was even hotter.
Hidden beneath that pure costume? Breasts too vulgarly huge to contain, jiggling flesh that hit the eyes before any sparkle.
Every skirt flap revealed not cute panties, but black ones fit for an adult. My finger mashed the shutter like mad each time.
Of course, other fans griped.
"What kind of Magical Girl is that?"
"More like Magical Middle-Ager."
But I screamed inside.
You tasteless idiots.
Magical Girls are human too.
She's my age, mid-thirties already—looking that good is a miracle of youth.
Sure, snapping under the skirt sometimes showed curly pubes peeking past the panties... but so what?
I was in awe.
Not as a mere fanboy, but as someone devoted solely to Pink Lumina—grateful she still played the "girl" at her age.
But the world didn't share my reverence.
Reality was cruel.
Year by year, Pink Lumina's popularity plummeted.
Top-tier at her debut twenty years ago, now she was bottom-shelf stock.
Yet her record remained unmatched.
Just watching her fight reignited that first-love thrill every time.
Enough to wipe my face and junk dry with towels printed with her image every day.
To sneak kisses onto her pillow print while my wife slept, night after night.
To grip myself staring at her display-case figure, pounding out a three-round fap!
Of course, I knew it was childish.
But it was more than fandom for me.
Lumina wasn't just a character—she was the object of my burning sexual obsession, fueling my nights.
Still... now a family man sunk in otaku life, guilt sometimes crept in.
My wife and I had no kids yet.
Not for lack of sex.
We did it once a month on agreed days.
But it was sport for baby-making, devoid of love. No pregnancy so far.
I might become a dad soon.
Yet my heart stayed chained to that middle-school first love—Magical Girl Pink Lumina.
And Sora, my wife, was a good person.
Always considerate, always smiling—a great wife.
Intellectually, I knew I should quit the fandom for her, love my family.
Just couldn't find the timing.
Today, heading home from work, I sighed as usual.
Then—
A roar from the sky somewhere.
Boom, boom, boom!
...This is why I can't quit Magical Girls.
That monster's beam barrage scattered like glass against pink mana, shattering before hitting civilians.
My heart's eternal hero.
Pink Lumina.
Her flat-chested days long gone, now mature breasts swayed as she soared, slicing the air against the beast.
I held my breath watching her duel in the sky.
"Whoa, a Magical Girl!"
"Pink Lumina, huh."
"Ah... that one still active after twenty years?"
"Yeah, her tits and ass got so huge the skirt can't hold anymore. Time to retire—doesn't she know she's pathetic?"
Hearing that mid-battle made my blood boil reverse.
She's risking life out there, yet no cheers—just mockery.
Government recruits fresh young Magical Girls, sure, but the frontline still held by Pink Lumina.
Yet the public pointed fingers like she was a has-been idol, no gratitude.
Worse were the camera creeps.
Lenses aimed obvious places.
Costume flapping in combat flashed damp bra edges, black lace panties glinting through skirt gaps.
Even thigh crevices revealing trimmed pussy lines in fierce motion.
Shutterbugs only hunting that, disgusting.
To them, my sacred Lumina was cheap porn fodder.
I couldn't stand it—stepped in.
"Hey, if you're not cheering, fuck off."
"Eek?!"
"S-sorry!"
Flashed the sashimi knife from work; they bolted.
Smashed the paparazzo gear shoved under her skirt.
Fuck, civilians should evac, not play tourist and risk hostage tragedy—Magical Girl endangered, captured, corrupted by monster ravage.
No way I'd let that happen to my Pink Lumina.
Magical Spring Fire
Her body heaved wildly as massive pink mana swelled into a sky-filling heart shape.
Boom!
Kaboom!
Even exploding, pink smoke and hearts scattered, shredding the beasts.
Backlash tore her costume.
Left breast burst free, pink areola exposed; ripped skirt hinted at smooth, axe-wound pussy slit.
Even that vulgar exposure was sacred victory proof to me.
World saved again.
At its center, my first love, Pink Lumina.
"Still... the one and only Pink Lumina. Can't quit the fandom."
Battle done, she gazed down at the park from above.
Civilians already evacuated by me.
I'd hidden far off too—no worries.
Relieved maybe.
A faint sigh escaped her aloft.
My chest swelled with pointless pride.
Hero and first love, showing such human breath.
But then.
Whoosh.
"...Huh?"
Normally she'd vanish post-fight, but she descended slowly, landing on park grass.
Words slipped her lips.
"Ugh... knocked out another one today. So tiring..."
I swallowed hard.
Pink Lumina, always heroic, whining so humanly.
Plus, clutching torn costume over dangling breast.
...So damn sexy.
Married man or not, nagging myself it was wrong—my dick strained pants anyway.
Then words shattered my ear.
"Husband's due home soon... if I shop quick, can I make dinner?"
Crash.
My heart crumbled.
'Pink Lumina... married?'
Made sense on reflection.
My age, mid-thirties.
By norms, unmarried at that age? Labeled defective.
But she was different.
Fought for others, risked life—a Magical Girl.
Such life, no wonder she'd built a happy home long ago.
I'd assumed as much.
But hearing "husband" from her lips... like first love stolen, heart plummeted.
Dick shriveled instantly.
...True fan respects privacy though.
Wishing Lumina happiness, I steeled to head home.
Wife'd worry if late.
But.
"Transformation release."
She dispelled mana before my eyes.
Pink aura faded; back to one ordinary woman.
Long black hair cascaded.
Amethyst eyes gleamed.
Costume gone, curves more sensual than Magical Girl form.
Lush breasts, that familiar welcoming face.
I froze solid.
"Taegon should be around here? Hurry shop, make hot pot for dinner tonight."
Her name was Kang Sora.
The wife I'd met and married on impulse in college.
And at once, my lifelong idol first love.
...Magical Girl Pink Lumina.