Chapter 18
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 18
Chapter Title: I'll Comfort You!
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That day.
If I'd gone to the meeting spot as my junior asked, my wife would've been assassinated without a chance to fight back.
This woman clinging to me now, sobbing in my arms, had no idea about any of that. She was just purely immersed in the tragedy of her junior's death, shedding tears over it.
An expression she'd never show in front of the public.
Pink Lumina, hailed as the world's strongest, transformed no less, burying her face in my chest and sobbing like this.
The fact that this secret sight was allowed only to me was so innocent and adorable it nearly made me burst out laughing.
'My wife's so fucking hot.'
My pants were already soaked with precum.
Her tears flowed, and my cock wept just as messily in response.
But knowing the funeral atmosphere, I desperately swallowed my laughter.
Beating Yellow Bella half to death and faking her death to imprison her—it was all me. But my wife came out unscathed in the end, so wasn't that a win?
Thanks to what I'd pulled off, I now had the "world's strongest magical girl" crumbling in my arms.
Truth be told, this was one of my lifelong dreams.
The woman who never broke down in front of anyone else—weakening only before me, crying, clinging desperately.
Defiling that with my so-called "warm love."
I couldn't hold back anymore.
"Churp."
"Gasp…!"
I forced her chin up as she sobbed in my arms. The moment our tear-soaked eyes met, I lost all restraint.
Hesitation was a luxury.
I roughly pried her lips apart and shoved my tongue inside. Along with her sobs came her hot, pent-up breath pouring into my mouth.
"Hngh…! H-Hubby… suddenly… even if it's a corner of the cemetery… this is a funeral…!"
Her pouting resistance only turned me on more.
Her pussy walls must already be molded to my cock after two rounds of true-love sex, yet here she was, still minding the situation and turning her head away innocently. It was driving me insane with cuteness.
The troubled look on the transformed magical girl's face—it was pure temptation.
Crying, flustered, but ultimately unable to escape me. That was Pink Lumina.
I leaned in close and whispered again.
"I'm putting my tongue in again. Open your mouth."
"T-Taegon…!"
"…It's an order. Open your mouth."
"!!"
My voice was commanding, but my gaze was endlessly gentle.
I acted like it was "for her sake, even if forced." Sora looked flustered for a moment, then squeezed her eyes shut and parted her lips like a good girl.
She even stuck out her tongue, trembling as if begging me to suck it.
At that point, I didn't need to pretend to be a husband anymore.
With even cruder, more blatant tongue work than before, I ravaged her mouth—sucking noisily, slurping greedily.
From her throat, as she bit her lips to stifle her moans, a choked whimper finally leaked out.
After kissing her senseless until her pussy would soak itself, I pulled back, strings of saliva trailing between us.
"I hate seeing you this sad. But all a mere 'civilian' like me can do… is comfort your body like this."
"?! N-No, Taegon! That was… plenty… f-feels good…!"
"But you rejected me at first."
"Th-That was… because of the place… D-Did I hurt your feelings by refusing just now?"
Any other woman might've screamed, "What the hell are you doing at a funeral?!"
But not my wife.
Even after I'd forced her lips open, jammed my tongue in, and now spouted such blatant words, Sora was checking on my mood, worrying if I'd been hurt.
Fuck… that made her even more lovable.
That's why.
That's why I'd fallen for her even before learning she was Pink Lumina—back when our marriage was just a sham.
My pure, kind wife with her endlessly delicate heart.
And right now, I planned to trample that heart villainously—filthily, crudely—with my cock.
Honestly, her crying over that Yellow Bella bitch was still a thorn in my side.
Fine then. I'd thrust my cock deep and make her forget it all.
I gripped her shoulders firmly and made her face me straight on.
"Sora, I don't love you because you're Pink Lumina. I liked you as a woman long before that… and now that you're my wife, it's driving me crazy."
"Wh-Why say that suddenly! Y-You're embarrassing me…! Is it because I look so pathetic?"
I grinned and whispered.
"Yeah. So I want to comfort you."
"Taegon…"
Right then, my cock twitched hard in my pants, asserting its presence.
I deliberately grabbed it with one hand, pressing down firmly as I told her.
"With this… my cock."
"…Huh?"
"Your tears, your sadness… I want to cover it all with my cock. Pound your pussy until you're moaning instead of crying!"
A moment of silence.
In that time, I undid my belt and pulled out my cock, swollen to the limit and dripping precum in rivulets.
The flushed red glans glistened like candied hawthorn, standing brazenly before my wife in this rainy cemetery corner.
Rain and droplets, tombstones and graves.
What we were about to do here wasn't mourning the dead—it was a filthy symphony for the living.
Didn't matter if ghosts watched and cursed us as depraved.
I'd just "explode" any such spirits.
I gripped my throbbing cock and pressed it under her skirt, right against her womb veil.
Every poke of the tip knocked like a greeting: "I'll punch through here soon."
"Y-You're insane…! T-Taegon, you're crazy?! Even so, this is a cemetery!"
Her face flushed red, Sora glanced around in panic.
I'd already confirmed no one was nearby, but she still shook her head with frightened eyes.
Then she hurriedly grabbed my cock with both hands, trying to cover it.
But even that touch felt like a handjob to me.
"Oh… so this is Lumina's handjob?"
"N-No way?! Taegon! Even if— we can't do this here! This is… desecrating the dead!"
"Huh? Is there a law saying sex in a cemetery desecrates the dead?"
"N-Not exactly, but…! Anyway, more than that—I'm in transformed form right now! Pink hair, pink eyes…! I'm Lumina now, what if someone sees?! It'll put not just me but you in danger too, labeled as Lumina's husband!"
Sora blurted it out frantically, grabbing my wrist.
But her words had a fatal flaw.
"Honey, what did you just say? That if it gets out I'm your husband, it'll be dangerous?"
"Y-Yeah…!"
"Dangerous from who?"
"Well… my enemies who target me… like the Villain Alliance, for examp— …Ah."
I sneered and whispered in her ear.
"I'm an executive of the Villain Alliance."
That's right.
Husband to Pink Lumina or whatever—I was above those guys.
If things got risky?
Just quietly "explode" them all.
And one more thing.
"Also, honey, you seem worried because you're in magical girl form… but I actually like that even more."
"!!"
Everything so far had been with "Sora."
But I wanted this too.
To ram the "Pink Lumina" the world calls a hero until she cries.
If I could have both, now it was time to fuck the magical girl form too.
Would a magical girl's pussy clench tighter? Or suck softer?
Just imagining it had precum cascading from my tip.
But.
"St-Still, we can't!"
As expected of the big sis of the magical girl world.
Sora, wearing Pink Lumina's face, rejected my cock to the end.
Her eyes kept flicking down to my waist, but her lips held firm to her pride as funeral representative.
"Honey! Even you can't say this is okay! I love sex with you too, but… we have to pick the place!"
"……."
She had a point.
Forcing my cock into her at her junior's funeral would just breed resentment.
It wouldn't lead to true breeding sex.
So?
Should I give up here?
Fuck no.
Times like this called for even filthier, more ruthless exploitation of her weakness.
To wipe away her sorrow with my cock.
"Sob sob…!"
"?! H-Honey… no, Taegon, you're crying?!"
"S-Sorry… I really… purely… hngh… just wanted you to forget your sadness even a little… wanted to comfort you with sex… hnnngh!!"
My trump card: tears.
They say it from old times.
Tease a crying little sibling, comfort a crying mom—but a crying dad freezes the whole house.
The head of the family's tears carry that much weight.
And now, I shed them deliberately.
To pry open Pink Lumina—my wife's—pussy.
"Y-You idiot! Don't cry… why cry over something like this!"
"Hngh… no… I… I really just… wanted to help you… comfort you with sex…!"
Sora turned away in silence for a while.
Only the patter of rain filled the graveyard.
Then.
"…You're such an idiot."
With that low murmur, she finally walked to the tree.
Bracing her hands against it and bending over, her black mourning skirt flipped up over her waist, exposing her rear.
No panties—her soaked pussy and asshole glistened in the rain, fully bared.
Her inner thighs were slick with mixed juices and rainwater, her pussy lips already parting moistly, awaiting cock.
Sora's face burned tomato-red, but she turned back with a strained smile.
It was a look of shame, resignation—and the face of a bitch in heat.
"Dummy… then hurry up and thrust it in to comfort me♥"
