Chapter 2
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 2
Chapter Title: My Wife Turns Me On Way Too Much
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Dragging my heavy feet, I finally reached the front door.
And as always, after punching in the passcode to open it, there stood my wife Sora, waiting in the entryway like she always did to greet me.
"Honey, you must be exhausted. Come on in."
"Y-yeah... I'm home..."
"...? Your face looks pale today. Something happen at work?"
"Huh? Oh, no... it's nothing. I'll tell you inside."
"...?"
Even after more than ten years of marriage, how many wives still come out to the entryway to welcome their husbands home?
As far as I knew, just us.
Sora was the perfect model of a "good wife."
And I matched her, climbing up to an executive position at a big corporation, pulling in a fat salary to support the household.
We'd lived like faithful partners, trusting each other completely.
But... if what I'd seen today was real, our relationship might enter a whole new phase starting tonight.
My heart pounding like mad was proof enough.
Sora looked as pretty and kind as ever.
But to me, that familiar face no longer felt like the "unexciting wife" of old. Instead, it sparked a delusion—maybe, just maybe, this was the woman I'd loved my whole life.
Just thinking about it made my cock throb rock-hard. I was losing my mind.
To put it crudely, I didn't want our usual once-a-month dry-hump baby-making routine. Tonight, I craved real, passionate breeding sex.
Of course, even as husband and wife, if I just went by my hunch and stripped her down to pounce, it could easily turn into assault.
I didn't want to force tears out of Sora.
I'd seen her transformation release—identical face and body—but it still wasn't 100% certain.
So I planned to settle it for good at the dinner table tonight.
"I'm starving... What's for dinner?"
"Yeah. Japanese hotpot tonight. You loved it so much last year on our Japan trip, right, Taegon?"
"Yeah... I did..."
Japanese hotpot.
That's right.
Today, when Lumina released her transformation, she'd said she'd make hotpot for her husband Taegon.
And this hotpot? It was the one we'd deliciously eaten in Fukuoka on our anniversary trip last year, which she'd practiced making back home.
Too spot-on to be coincidence.
This put the odds of my wife being Pink Lumina at 99.99%.
But I couldn't ignore that last 0.01%.
Time for confirmation.
For that, tonight at dinner, we sat face-to-face.
Sora chatted about work, laughing brightly.
I nodded along, waiting for the right moment when her story wrapped up.
And finally, I spoke.
"Hey, honey... you like 'Magical Girls'?"
"Huh? W-why do you ask... out of nowhere?"
"Well... truth is, I'm a huge Pink Lumina fan."
"...Huh? F-for real?!"
At my sudden otaku confession, Sora's face flushed beet red in panic.
Her eyes darted around like a high school girl caught crushing on her first love.
Seeing that, my cock twitched massively in my pants again.
Fuck, it's her for sure.
Sora is Pink Lumina.
"That's... surprising. I mean, you're always so quiet... I figured you wouldn't be into something so childish...!"
Of course she'd think that.
There wasn't a single Lumina goodie in the house.
I kept them all hidden in my private office at work—figures, limited editions, even a Lumina onahole.
At home, I just played the "quiet husband."
But no need to hide anymore.
Not in front of Sora, who might be her herself.
The bait was fully hooked. All that was left was for me to reel her in.
"Pink Lumina's been active for at least twenty years now... so she must be an 'ajumma' like you by this point."
"?! Y-yeah...?"
The number one word Pink Lumina hated most, straight from her interviews.
"Ajumma."
It hit too close to home, so she was hypersensitive about it.
These days, any woman past a certain age flips out at the term, but our Sora was cool enough to brush it off with a smile.
Or so I thought.
But the target here wasn't Kim Sora—it was the veteran Magical Girl, Pink Lumina.
That "ajumma" label was her deadly weakness, one she'd never tolerate.
I dropped the final bait.
"You know how it is with women. Past thirty... and that telltale 'chicken coop smell' starts coming from between their legs. Even a Magical Girl would have it if she's an ajumma."
"Th-that's..."
Sora's face stiffened.
I drove the wedge deeper.
"I'm a Pink Lumina fan, remember? So I sneak peeks at her fights sometimes."
"Y-you did?!"
"Yeah. And once... during an aerial battle, I accidentally saw it. Her... secret."
"...?"
I smirked slyly and exposed the shame of my wife—Pink Lumina.
"The other day, maybe from the tough fight or just slacking on upkeep with age. Peeking from under her skirt—pubes sticking out past her panties."
"?!! Th-that's...!"
Sora's face ignited crimson in an instant.
She shot up from her seat and started defending herself in a voice louder than I'd ever heard, startling even me.
"Th-that was just because the demons and Villain Alliance have been rampaging so much lately! I didn't have time to deal with it!"
Clenching her fists, she spilled it all unconsciously, as if unaware I'd caught her Magical Girl identity.
"I want to shave it too! But it's not like armpits—pubic hair needs a mirror and careful work around the genitals! It takes way longer!"
"I-is that so..."
"Yeah! And ajumma?! You think I still wanna be called a Magical Girl? The juniors do it out of courtesy, but people mock me as Magical Middle-Aged behind my back! Ugh... And my pussy doesn't smell like a chicken coop! I clean it every day!!!"
...Huh.
I'd just tossed out bait, but I never expected this explosion.
I figured she'd dodge lightly, but instead, Sora was venting her frustrations and exposing her identity herself.
Or maybe—
This was the pent-up gripe of "Magical Girl Pink Lumina," not "wife Kim Sora"—stuff she'd never told anyone.
She'd opened her heart to me.
In that moment, my nose tingled with emotion.
The pain no one else knew, shared only with her husband—me.
But then.
"Gasp?! Wh-what did I just say...!"
Realizing too late what had slipped out, Sora slapped both hands over her mouth, face even redder.
But it was too late.
Way too late to take back.
Our beautiful wife, my first love, the object of my obsession.
She was Pink Lumina—no denying it now.
"Just as I thought... you're Pink Lumina."
"?! Y-you mean... you suspected my identity?"
"Yeah. I accidentally saw you fighting a demon once."
"...Saw what?"
"Two big moles between your pussy and asshole, peeking through your torn panties. No one else has marks that trashy."
"Y-you guessed from that? How embarrassing...!"
Truth was, I only confirmed it tonight, but whatever.
I'd crossed off a lifelong bucket list item: dropping sex jokes on Pink Lumina.
Seeing Sora's flustered face made my heart race wildly, body burning up.
A feeling I'd never had in ten years together.
Not comfort, but raw attraction to every glance, every gesture.
Her hand shyly covering her crotch as she huddled—it was insanely hot to me.
That hand desperately blocking her invisible front pussy and back asshole.
I wanted to grab it, flip her over, and ravage her.
...Now I got why countless heroes in history went mad for one woman and doomed nations.
With a wife like this.
With Sora.
A Magical Girl who was also my wife—I'd do anything for her.
"Shall we wash up?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah... sure, I drew the water. You go first. I'll... join after I compose myself."
"What are you talking about? We go together. I'll help with your pubes."
"E-eh?!"
Now I knew.
What loving husband and wife must do: just one thing.
And as her husband, grooming the curly hairs in my wife's panties was my duty too.
"H-honey, what's gotten into you?! W-we still have two weeks till our scheduled night... right?"
"Scheduled night...?"
Our sex life post-marriage was always mechanical.
Separate showers, then straight to insertion on the bed like a checklist, done.
So yeah, my behavior now felt alien and scary to her.
But I didn't back down.
I caught her fleeing gaze, forced her to meet my eyes.
"Honey, let me show you directly—my body craves your slutty, voluptuous flesh right now."
*Smack.*
"Gasp?! ...Mmph...!"
I sealed her lips, shoved my tongue in.
A deep kiss, saliva mingling.
The real thing—we'd never shared in ten years of marriage.
Sora jolted in shock, then flushed breathless, half-collapsing into her chair.
"H-honey... Taegon... you're so intense today..."
"Intense? This is just the start. Honey, check this guy out first."
I yanked down my zipper, pulling out the cock she'd always called "insufficient" and ignored since marriage.
Usually just shy of ten centimeters, but today... it swelled like it might burst, hitting twenty.
I pressed the slightly upturned glans to her nose tip.
"Huh? ...Eek?!"
Sora let out a shriek-mixed gasp.
"Truth is, I've got a 'Magical Girl fetish.'"
"M-Magical Girl fetish? Y-you've had that...?"
"Yeah. Dream since I was a kid. Defiling a shining, beautiful Magical Girl with my fluids, corrupting her. Breaking her with my hands, my cock!"
Sora's eyes wavered.
I pushed harder.
"So honey, we're married. Spouses grant wishes like this... right?!"