Chapter 16
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 16
Chapter Title: Yellow Bella, You're Mine!
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Yellow Bella of the Prismatic Eight.
To climb to that position, she'd stabbed countless people in the back, taken bribes, done every dirty deed imaginable... but that didn't mean she'd survived purely on luck.
People cursed her out, yet they had no choice but to acknowledge it all the same.
This bitch had real tenacity—at the very least, she always clawed her way through every brush with death.
"Eh? I hit the vital spot dead-on... but it glanced off?"
Pink Lumina's spear had pierced right through her junior's back, targeting Yellow Bella's solar plexus—the spot known as the mana core.
Just a split-second slower reaction, and it would've shattered into pieces.
Yet Bella twisted her body in the nick of time, dodging the fatal blow.
And then.
Sunshine Breaker
Full-power heel strike to the temple
She wasn't just going to endure it. She compressed every ounce of mana into her soles and wrenched her body around by force.
Aiming for the side of Pink Lumina's head from behind, she loaded her heel with everything she had and swung.
Kwaaang!!
A thunderous boom erupted like an explosion, smashing Pink Lumina's skull into the wall amid a spray of debris.
Bricks tumbled down in a shower, blood-laced spit hacking out with a 'cough!' Her half-buried, dangling form hanging there like a ragdoll was pure satisfaction.
Yellow Bella took one look and knew it in her gut.
This isn't the Pink Lumina I know.
That woman was the strongest in the world—and warmer than anyone—a magical girl through and through.
Always shielding her juniors, never losing her smile no matter the crisis. For her to try backstabbing one and get wrecked instead?
Impossible.
"Fuck... what the hell is going on?!"
Bella ground her teeth, muttering under her breath.
"This isn't Lumina. Fuck... what the shit is happening here?!"
And that was when it happened.
Whoosh.
"Huh?"
Bella had just yanked the spear from her chest and staunched the bleeding with magic when a sluggish whoosh of cutting air brushed her ear from behind.
Honestly, calling that lumbering strike a sneak attack was a joke.
Flying at her nape? Just some restaurant steak knife.
"Pathetic fucker."
Bella scoffed and shot her hand out to snatch the knife midair.
In that instant, certainty hit her.
The monster disguised as Lumina that had stabbed her moments ago... and this clown tossing the knife now? Same side.
The true puppetmaster behind the whole setup had finally shown his face.
Bella whipped her head around, gripping the knife with blood dripping from her palm.
"......?"
A silhouette strode out from the restaurant's shadowy depths.
Towering over 180cm, perfectly honed build. A luxury watch flashed on his wrist, his pricey suit screaming peak successful salaryman.
And that face... not unfamiliar.
Familiar, even.
"First time seeing me up close, Yellow Bella?"
"...?"
He was handsome.
Hated admitting it, but chiseled features, crisp vibe—a guy who could face the public no sweat.
Bella's head buzzed.
Why the hell was he here?
"...Kim Taegon?"
The man smirked.
"Oh ho, you know my name?"
"Damn right... Pink Lumina auntie wouldn't shut up about you whenever she got bored. Bragging about her hubby."
"Sora... talked about me at work? Haha."
Taegon stroked his chin and chuckled lightly.
"Kinda thrilling. Tonight, gotta repay her special—make that pussy and clit explode in sync."
Yellow Bella choked on her breath.
Kim Taegon.
No one at the Mana Defense Command didn't know the name.
Pink Lumina—no, Sora—proudly flashing his photo at every chance, the husband she boasted to juniors about: "This guy's why I keep going."
And now, that same man stood shoulder-to-shoulder with a monster right in front of her.
'The husband of the world's strongest magical girl... colluding with monsters?'
This went beyond betrayal.
It was a world-shattering reversal, crumbling every foundation she'd trusted.
But the shock didn't stop there.
"Absorbing Witch. How long you gonna play dead? Get up. If I handle her, can't promise she'll stay in one piece."
Bella's breath hitched at the name slipping from Taegon's lips.
"Mmm~ Was gonna chill pretending to be wall-pinned... pity. Hehe."
"......What?"
Her Sunshine Breaker had landed clean, no doubt.
Solar plexus, ribs—vitals pierced, bones and guts should've pulped on impact.
That was a corpse's reaction, plain and simple.
Yet.
From the lips of "Pink Lumina," head smashed into the wall, came a voice far too lively.
As if all that pain had been pure theater.
Black smoke billowed from her body in seconds.
A cloying mana stench drowning out the blood. Her true form emerged slow from the haze.
Long white hair trailing down, slick and crusty like it'd been soaked in cum. Eyes glowing blood-red.
Succubus signature: lewd getup baring pussy and nipples like she wore nothing.
Bella clocked it instantly.
"You're... Absorbing Witch?! One of the Villain Alliance's top execs... here?!"
She shrugged with a sultry laugh.
"Well, 'Executive' summoned me. Said my hands are best for snagging magical girls. Even top brass bends if an Executive says so. Right?"
"Executive...?"
A shiver raced through Bella's skull.
Irony: She'd planned to backstab Pink Lumina, only to get flanked herself.
And Kim Taegon, coolly orchestrating it all.
Plus Absorbing Witch, the Villain Alliance exec magical girls dreaded most... No simple trap.
A scheme to capture—not kill—one of the Prismatic Eight.
Only one could cook up that insanity and rally execs personally.
Villain Alliance pinnacle: the five stars.
The Executives.
"Pink Lumina's husband... not just a villain, but one of those rumored Executives?"
"That's right. And since you tried offing my wife, we'll settle it Villain-style. No gripes, yeah?"
"Hmm~ So, what rack for this cutie? Tentacles? Goblins? Executive, preferences?"
"Got a subordinate exec under me still single. Prismatic Eight build means tough pussy—prime fleshlight material. Handing her off to him."
"Aha! He's perfect."
But these assholes.
Top Villain Alliance brass or Executives, they saw people as nothing but cocks.
She'd eaten the first hit on surprise, sure—but she was Yellow Bella of the Prismatic Eight.
One of magical girl society's loftiest stars.
Yet these two scum chattered like she was already a collared POW. Rage surged.
Yeah, just like pre-magical girl days.
Always dismissed, treated like trash.
Memories of sneers: "Gangster's moll."
Every humiliation stacking up, the fact they scorned her now the same way burning into her bones.
PTSD-grade shame flooding back.
But Bella's silence till now? Not fear.
"Eh, whatever. Money Slime's toast anyway—was gonna scrap him post-plan... call it a favor kill."
"......?"
Yellow mana rippled around Yellow Bella's form.
That's right.
Playing along quietly? Buying time to recharge her battered body.
And now... full charge.
Shelve Pink Lumina's hit for later.
Instead, mulch the Villain Alliance top exec and a phantom Executive right here.
Executive.
Shadows even the Mana Defense Command couldn't pin down.
If she—Prismatic Eight star—took one out personally?
Her status would rocket to the top overnight.
Sneer.
Bella's lips curled.
People in the building?
Who, how they croaked? Irrelevant.
Petty collateral? Easily swept under.
Better: Dozens, hundreds snuffed in a blink—that atrocity became her weapon.
Tear up for the cameras, clasp victims' kin hands, play "people's comforter magical girl."
Masses eat emotion, blind to truth.
She smirked.
Hero atop corpse piles? Perfect stage.
Bag Villain exec and top brass.
Plus hug the innocents' grief.
Double dip? Hearts flock to her.
"Disappear...!"
Yellow light erupted storm-like, rending walls and ceiling.
Sun crashed to earth, air scorching.
Ashes? She alone stands: Yellow Bella.
World turns even this horror to her glory.
Golden Cataclysm
Solar annihilation blast imminent
Thunderous bellow, golden mana on the verge of rampage.
Killer Queen
Click.
Flames detonated from the knife clutched in Bella's fist.
Kwaang!
"Guh—?!"
Skin unscratched, but fire blinded her, mana scattering.
That split-second gap.
Plenty.
Uterus-Rupturing Pussy Thrust
Direct infernal stamp to core vitals
Crunch!
"Kyiiiik?!"
Absorbing Witch's leg shot between her skirt-slits.
Stomped dead-on over panties, twisting her instep laced with demonic mana.
Lightning jolt speared straight for the womb, rippling up the spine to her brain.
"Ku... huuuk!"
Scream shredded her throat—but it was less pain, more forced climax quake.
Thighs spasmed wild, ass bucking.
Body mana fused with orgasm bliss, leaking everywhere; the sun-core blast fizzled into nothing.
Bliss and shame crashing down.
Uncontrolled peak wrecking her magical girl nerves—Bella's eyes rolled back.