Chapter 15
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 15
Chapter Title: My Name is Kim Taegon
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My name is Kim Taegon
Today's plan was flawless.
As always, he was disguised as the food waste processor.
A lowly cleanup drone at the Villain Alliance's 1128th outpost, the Three Star Restaurant.
On the surface, a pathetic creep crawling in the corner, melting down leftover scraps.
But today was different.
The scenario was simple. Soon, Yellow Bella would drag Pink Lumina in here.
The moment Lumina fought the villains and lost her mind to their control, her junior, Bella, would deliver the backstabbing blow.
The result?
All the villains here, along with Lumina, wiped out clean. Only two survivors.
Yellow Bella and himself.
That alone was perfect, but Money Slime slithered up the stairs like he owned them, adding an even sweeter fantasy.
'Heh heh... Do we really both need to survive?'
Yellow Bella, playing the hero by killing Pink Lumina.
Right then, she'd let her guard down in relief and ecstasy.
Aim for that split second—sever her limbs, leave her a limbless torso crawling in despair, reduced to a meat toilet.
And so, a stage empty of heroes, successors, or allies.
Only him left.
Money Slime's gelatinous body jiggled as it formed a disgusting smile.
"Kukukuk... Stupid bitch. You can strut around as a hero for just a little while. Soon I'll snap all your limbs, and you'll crawl in my slime sac as a cock-sleeve toilet, gasping and heaving."
In truth, it was only natural he'd reached this conclusion.
From the start, he and Bella only needed each other—they'd never truly seen one another as comrades.
Pink Lumina falls, and Yellow Bella claims the top spot in the Magical Girl world?
Then she'd never let the one stain on her record live—the slime who knew her secret.
No, she'd almost certainly erase him.
That much was obvious.
So this whole thing boiled down to a battle of who struck first from behind.
The instant Lumina died, the battlefield would ignite.
And the winner?
Naturally, himself—Money Slime had zero doubts.
He dragged his wriggling gelatinous legs into the restaurant.
And then.
"...Huh?"
Right then, a totally unexpected dissonance seeped deep into his sticky body.
His shift today was the afternoon rush.
Normally, the Three Star Restaurant's peak hour—tycoons in suits lining up, the hall alive with clinking glasses and laughter.
But not today.
Outside the windows, the sky hung heavy and dark already, yet the restaurant below lay silent, like a ghost town overrun.
No customers.
No waiters.
Not even a shadow of the outpost manager, the chef.
"......What the hell?"
Money Slime rolled his slippery body across the hall, scanning it.
As if this place had never existed to begin with—every trace of life wiped clean.
This was wrong.
For today's plan to go smoothly, a 'rowdy stage' needed to be set.
But the vibe was the opposite.
A bizarre stillness so thick it choked the air.
That was when he spotted it.
In the corner of his vision, someone sat there.
A secluded booth.
Half-shrouded in shadow under dim lights, a man casually bit into a sandwich.
On the table: no fancy wine or main course—just some cheap convenience store lunchbox fare.
And his scent? No matter how he sniffed, it screamed ordinary human.
Money Slime blanked out for a second.
'...What? He's just a regular human?'
But soon, his entire gelatinous form vibrated with an unknown chill.
Instinct screaming warnings.
Don't go near him.
He's no ordinary human.
Even a low-rank Magical Beast was still a beast—above humans.
For one like him to flinch at a single burly salaryman... unacceptable.
So Money Slime shook it off.
Today was plan day.
The 'perfect day.'
Hesitate over some nameless office drone, and the plan cracks right there.
"Hah... fuck it, just melt him and done."
Screw instinct.
His jiggling slime reverted to its true form, and he slithered toward the man at the table munching his sandwich.
Like he could pounce any second and dissolve the guy alive.
And he opened his mouth.
"Hey, who the hell are you?"
But then.
"My name is Kim Taegon. Thirty-five years old. I hold one of the five executive seats in the Villain Alliance. I live with my wife. Her name is Yoon Sora. The world calls her 'Magical Girl Pink Lumina.' Ten years married. We look like your average couple on the surface. But really, every night, I train that woman and use her as my personal toilet."
Money Slime's eyes jiggled.
Not an answer—just a TMI bombardment that left his head spinning.
But Taegon didn't stop, droning on.
"I love wine. Chateau Margaux, 2015 Bordeaux vintage. Superb bouquet. But it only hits perfection with a fresh drop of my wife's pussy juice squeezed right in. That's the 'executive privilege'—pure indulgence. I want a normal, peaceful life like anyone else. The difference? My version of 'peace' always includes sex, training, and Magical Girl Pink Lumina's tears."
"Wh-what...?"
"I hit the sack by 11 p.m. every night. Whether I'm creampieing my wife's pussy or training her twice a day, I stick to it. Miss that bedtime, and my body aches, my training rhythm breaks. I don't crave respect. All I need is pleasure, control. And above all, the right to retrain my wife's pussy fresh every day. ...That's how I live."
"Wh-what the fuck are you babbling about?!"
He'd shouted on pure instinct.
But Taegon rose slowly, slamming a veiny finger down on the table with a 'thud.'
A smirk crept across his lips, all leisure.
"Simple. This is my victory mark—dumping all my info on you because I can erase you anytime. Mr. Money Slime."
"?! How do you know about me...?"
Money Slime's gelatinous eyes shook wildly.
His identity pierced, he instinctively slithered backward.
Just a human, yet some inexplicable pressure crushed his whole body.
'Wh-what is this? A mere human... feels like... I'm the prey...'
But that realization flipped to rage.
Slime goo surged viciously, swelling and enveloping Taegon from all sides.
"Kuhahaha! Still just a plain human! No way I'm scared! Our kind's only predator is Magical Girls. Magic's a power only women awaken to. Useless for men!"
Drunk on triumph, he bellowed as his tendrils seized Taegon's arms and legs, crushing down.
Any normal human should've melted in agony without a scream.
However.
"You've... touched my body now."
"...What?"
Taegon muttered calmly.
In that instant, a chill pierced the slime wrapping him.
He'd encased the man in acid head to toe, yet no screams—just that guy's relaxed gaze looking down.
That look alone screamed the fight was over.
'Why... why isn't he melting? My acid... not working at all?!'
Ominous dread crept in, impossible to ignore now.
Yet Taegon kept chatting like it was nothing.
"Mr. Money Slime. You know this? Your kind's 'abilities' and Magical Girls' magic always come with immunity to themselves."
"...What?"
"Exactly that. Take you, turning your body to acid right now. Without resistance to it, you'd have self-destructed already."
Taegon smirked mockingly.
No joke—this was fact.
Flames don't burn themselves, blades don't cut their own edge—abilities and magic always spared the user.
Magical Girls stood unfazed in their own blasts; monsters and demons dove into their powers unscathed.
That's why their fights always trashed everything around them.
And Taegon spelled this out for one reason.
"...I was just a normal human until high school. But my desires—that filthy, relentless lust—forced even a god to kneel."
He craved Pink Lumina's pussy.
That obsession sealed the deal with 'her'—Kim Taegon traded for a decade-steeped middle-aged magical pussy, gaining the Queen's power from on high.
A force called 'Killer Queen.'
—Zzzzt!
Suddenly, Money Slime's goo shuddered ominously.
Then it hit him.
That faint glow leaking from his own body around Taegon.
—The prelude to explosion.
Tiny sparks from the man's skin vaporized the slime on contact, denying even touch.
'Can't... get close?! M-my body... it's disintegrating instead?!'
His spine froze solid.
An unbeatable foe.
This instant, his body knew: he wasn't hunter, but hunted.
"Sh-shit...!"
Instinct commanded.
Run.
Plans be damned—he scrambled desperately for the exit, seizing the door handle.
But.
"Oh, that handle's already 'touched by me,' you see."
"...!!"
Click.
The moment he gripped it, a sharp metallic click rang—like a detonator primed.
Then boom!
Explosion.
Flames erupted in a blink, devouring his gelatinous flesh.
"Gaaaaaaah!!"
The scream barely lasted seconds.
His slimy bulk shredded apart, evaporating into the air. Nothing left on the floor but a scorch mark and ash.
And so, the name Money Slime was erased without a trace from the Three Star Restaurant.