Chapter 28
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 28
Chapter Title: This Time for Sure, Female Superiority...!
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This time for sure, female superiority...!
At first...
This green bulky monster kid...
Ah, no, when I got back to the villain base carrying Zeke on my back, I just figured it was fine to come along.
Thinking about it, who am I?
I'm Yellow Bella.
Prismatic Eight.
The magical girl everyone, young and old, looks up to just by hearing the name.
For someone like me to owe my life to a mere monster?
Fuck, don't make me laugh.
No matter how rotten I've gotten, I still have my pride as Yellow Bella.
So, this is just repayment for saving my life.
Just paying off the debt.
Nothing more, nothing less.
...And no hospital in the world is gonna treat an orc that's not even human.
So in the end, after carrying Zeke on my back and agonizing over it, the only place I could hide him.
The bedroom in the Villain Alliance base up in the mountains, where I'd been locked away.
But.
"H-heart... not beating?!"
Her blood froze.
The body that had already hit its limit after knocking out Preena.
Having crossed the mountains for hours in that state, by the time she laid him on the bed, Zeke was practically a cooling corpse.
"No... fuck, if you're gonna die, why'd you save me...!"
Bella gritted her teeth and pressed her hand to Zeke's chest.
The body heat that had burned like blood was now cold as plaster.
"Wake up... you stupid green bastard...!"
She shoved mana in like she was wringing it out.
Her fingertips burned like they were scorching.
But she wasn't a magical girl specialized in healing to begin with.
Plus, after wearing that mana-blocking choker for so long, barely a trickle of mana was flowing in.
At this rate, he'd die.
He'd die.
This huge, crazy green muscle mass that had saved her—
"Ah..."
A hot droplet trailed down her cheek.
The moment she realized it, tears rolled free.
It was the first time.
Someone who put her life before his own.
Even her parents hadn't done that—the first one to do so was this beast of a monster.
Only then did Bella finally get it.
She really didn't want to admit it, but... she, who'd always seen people as tools and never known love, had for the first time bared her heart to this disgusting—
No, this gentle orc.
And... she didn't want to let Zeke like that die.
So Bella gritted her teeth and let out a low growl.
"Grh... grrr... grraaaaa!"
Even if she could never use magic again.
Even if she was left with just a tough body, doomed to take orc dick.
Even if she became a dedicated onahole for Zeke's cock alone.
She wanted to save him.
For that one reason, Bella threw everything away.
She chose the final resort available to her as a magical girl.
Right in the center of her chest, she dug her fingers into her mana core like clawing it out, squeezing until it ripped free.
Blood-red mana exploded.
Agony that could snap her waist in half raked through her body.
Even as the pain whitened her vision, Bella didn't break.
She amplified every drop of that mana in a flash and shoved all the light straight into Zeke's chest.
Blood surged up her throat like reflux.
Even her eyes stained red.
All because she wanted to save him.
"Zeke... please..."
Her lips trembled.
Her voice came out whisper-thin.
"You... really... can't abandon me...?"
About two days passed like that.
Zeke's body had finally stabilized some.
To prepare for any emergencies, Bella wrapped his wounds tight with bandages and nursed him with total devotion.
Her own mana core had been completely ripped out, so she truly felt like magic was gone forever... but weirdly, not a single regret stirred.
Magic and Prismatic Eight had just been tools to make her shine, after all.
But now, she'd found someone who'd make only her sparkle without any of that.
If anything, it felt refreshing.
Still, while washing Zeke's limp body, Bella ran into a whole different kind of serious issue.
More like... lewd, really.
...Full mast.
"...?!"
She nearly went pale.
Between Zeke's legs, every swipe of the towel made that orc dick throb sky-high.
"This... this bastard—does it just reflexively hard-on whenever I wipe between his legs?! F-fuck... don't tell me he's secretly awake?!"
Bella startled half to death a few times before finally kicking the blanket aside.
Dried globs of semen crusted on the shaft from days without a wash smeared onto the towel.
A musky stench piled thicker than any human's.
Heavy beast reek from the glans, sticky zingy foreskin tang stabbing her nose.
Before, she'd have puked on the spot.
But.
"Ha... you think this is gonna break me...!♥"
The thought that it was Zeke's smell made her womb twitch and slick up slow.
Feeling her crotch go damp bit by bit, Bella flushed her cheeks hot.
But no.
If she gave in to the musk and slurped her downed 'hubby's' cock without a glance, she'd really devolve into a cheap slut.
Her tongue-tip itched like crazy, but she clamped her thighs harder and swallowed hard.
I'm Yellow Bella... not some tail-wagging bargain bitch for Zeke's dick...!♥
From here on, even blowjobs come with rules.
Fellatio only when Zeke's awake.
And only when she could play it like she was reluctantly doing it after his begging and bawling.
Not repayment.
Taming.
A ritual to prove she was the queen looking down from above—not some bottom-up cheap onahole.
Her magical girl career was toast.
No going back to Prismatic Eight.
But Bella had another path in mind.
There's more than one way to climb to the top.
If anything, now was her shot.
The second a former magical girl hid and saved the orc who'd killed Prismatic Eight, she was already an accomplice... hell, a full-on villain.
Then why not use this guy to carve out a throne above the magical girls?
And as a villain now—magicless, just a tough-bodied bitch—only one way to claw back up.
Mount her hubby Zeke's dick like a throne and conquer it.
Bella licked her lips and smirked.
Hmm... I funneled mana from all of Prismatic Eight into me, so I oughta rule at least over the orc tribe, right...?
Word was Zeke was the eldest son of a pretty prestigious orc clan.
Then... chicken in place of pheasant.
Ditch top magical girl—become the chieftain's wife who rules the chieftain.
No, the great queen.
The power bitch even the chieftain can't handle with his dick, left trembling.
That was Bella's dream spot now.
And to claim it, she couldn't crumble first to some dick.
So Bella kept a suspiciously calm face as she wiped Zeke down... deliberately skipping that bulging lower half till last.
Every towel graze over his thigh muscles sent heavy throbs from the balls next door, like semen boiling inside.
The male foreskin zing hit her nose, thighs quivering on reflex.
But she toughed it out to the end.
This is bitch training—not yielding to the bull...! Yeah, training!♥
Never touch it with her mouth. Never pounce first.
Ignoring this scorching cock right now? Proof she ruled this dynamic.
Then, as her legs buckled from holding her breath in front of that dick...
Zeke slowly, heavily cracked his eyes.
"Where...?"
"Awake?"
Bella sighed in pure relief.
He really... lived.
This beast she'd bet her life on was breathing again at last.
Every slow heave of that broad chest unleashed all the pent-up feelings in a rush.
And with it, the thought she could finally stuff her orc-musk-drunk, whining womb full—inner thighs shivered.
Perfect timing too, fresh awake: three days of ball-ripened thick cum ready to unload.
The second he sat up, that monster dick 'throbbed' upright before his eyes could focus.
Instinct-hard, it wriggled upward like riding his heartbeat.
The sight hit Bella—shame and hype crashed in, cheeks blazing, womb clenching sharp.
She was just about to let nature take over, no fighting it.
Orcs don't go soft till they blow, after all.
Survival. Reproduction.
Figured he'd flatten her and ram it in any second.
...So Bella steeled herself inside.
This time, slyly addict Zeke to her pussy flavor—pin him under for good.
Nail that 'female superior sex' she'd flubbed before!
But.
"Gonna hit the bathroom."
"...Huh?"
...She straight-up doubted her ears.
Fuck... what the hell is this bastard saying?
Right here in front of him.
Just a gown on, tits and pussy out bare.
Prime SSS-grade snatch that won't just break on thrust one but slurp it all till cum-bloated—right there, and he picks bathroom?
Jerk solo?
The words landed, and something 'cracked' in Bella's skull.
Dare ignore my pussy...?!♥
Vision whirled.
Plan was him groveling desperate for her to coo "Can't help it~♥" and ride.
All that? Vaporized.
Next she knew, hands pinning his broad chest, she was straddling that solid frame.
Like screaming "Bathroom's here"—no, "Cum in this pussy♥"—she ground her slick-wet slit poke-poke on his glans.