Chapter 33
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 33
Chapter Title: Sprinkling Magical Girl on Spoiled Rice
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“Sora, good work. Thanks to you, we made it safely inside.”
“Ugh... haah, th-that's such a relief...”
Sora, who had forcibly put on a vulgar female climax as the entry condition to the banquet, enduring the villains' jeers and cheers.
After blasting her pussy wide open in front of the entire crowd, her legs trembled and all strength drained from her body.
The gush she'd just unleashed was still spreading as a stain across the carpet.
That sticky mark gleamed like a brand certifying, “This bitch is already tamed.”
“Hii... m-my lower body's got no strength... eek♥”
Sora staggered, on the verge of collapsing right there.
But my wife's plump ass cheeks couldn't touch that filthy floor.
I swiftly pulled her into my arms, hoisted her up, and slung her tightly against my side.
Up close like that, the scent of her freshly spilled juices wafted subtly, drawing even thicker snickers from the crowd.
Seizing the moment, I took care of another bit of business.
I slyly passed over the thick pouch of gold coins I'd hidden in my palm.
The lizardman who'd played the strict guard, forcing Sora into that submissive pose—it was all an act. He was my paid subordinate.
'Good job, lizardman buddy.'
'Heh heh... no sweat, exec. Just made the bitch flash her cunt like you ordered. Haha. Hit me up anytime you need more.'
The lizardman's sly eyes grazed my palm as he snatched the bribe.
I flashed a bright smile and patted my underling on the back.
That very instant.
“Move your asses! You slut bitches!”
Crack!
“Ugh!?”
“Keup...!”
“Hueup!!”
The whip tore through the air, followed by the clank of chains.
A brutal scene exploded into view, jolting Sora's hazy mind fully awake.
The mansion entrance, reserved for VIPs only.
Being dragged in a line down that red carpet: women utterly naked, without a rag to cover them.
Breasts jiggling freely in the air, nipples fully bared, even the slits between their thighs completely exposed.
Gags stuffed in their mouths, blindfolds over their eyes.
Only their heaving pants and dripping globs of pussy juice proved they were even alive.
Chained single file and yanked along—if they lagged even a step, the whip cracked down, carving red gashes into their flesh.
Every jerk from the lash made the metal rings pierced through their nipples clink with lewd jangles.
21st-century human rights? What a laugh.
What paraded before them was no mere unethical slave hunt—a full-on march of beastly bitches.
Sora's face hardened at the sight.
What her eyes took in: a herd of women hauled like merchandise, without even undergoing inspection.
I knew exactly why.
They'd skipped inspection and been ushered straight inside because they were a centerpiece of tonight's banquet: auction lots.
“Kyaa~ Those the prizes tonight?”
“Kukuku... Check out those gaping cunts. Fucking hot as hell.”
“Just needed a good cock pillow—pick one from that lineup~.”
The surrounding villains gulped hungrily as the bitches were dragged by, tits and pussies bouncing bright red.
Some licked their chops with fingers, others clutched their crotches.
Their stares nailed to nothing but the nipples and mounds of the so-called “merchandise.”
I smirked.
My cock doesn't even twitch without Pink Lumina—lines of bitches flashing tits and slits did jack shit for me.
Still, I forced a grin right then.
All because of Sora's face beside me.
Twisted in fury, it was sharp enough to scream “suspicious” to any villain glancing over.
“Sora, ease up that face. Smile—we're supposed to be having fun.”
“H-ha, but...!”
I pulled her close and whispered in her ear, lips brushing the lobe.
“That's why I brought you here. Finale show's a human auction. When they're all slacking, transform to Pink Lumina and bust 'em out.”
“...! Right... yeah. Jumping the gun now'd drag you down too, Taegon.”
Sora barely smoothed her features and buried her face in my chest.
I masked her rage with my own fake smile.
Inwardly, though, I grinned like a shark.
Those bitches being hauled? All personally prepped by me for the stage—and not some randos.
Chaebol heir's only daughter, hot idol group member, defense minister's wife... top-shelf bitches whose vanishings blew up the news.
Used my exec intel net to track VIP haunts, bribed Villain Alliance grunts to snatch 'em from club districts.
Some got roofied drinks and dragged off; others, family threats as leverage.
The real fighter? Showed her daddy's head rolling before she broke and went meek.
World still buzzing with “missing persons,” but cops and magical girls? Zero leads.
I left no traces from jump.
Tonight's plan? Dead simple.
Stage a “human auction” where elite bitches get sold like slaves on the block—for the world to see.
Then bam—Pink Lumina crashes in dramatic-style, wrecks the joint, saves everyone.
World remembers it like: “Villain Alliance snatched noble brats to sell 'em off. Lone Pink Lumina showed, rescued all.”
Washed-up Lumina, fodder for mockery?
Nah.
Post-tonight, she's back in the spotlight.
And I stay the show’s scriptwriter-director, daily trainer of her holes, and real husband-master.
“Truth is... even back in the Alliance, I couldn't stomach treating women like chattel like that.”
“Darling...!”
Sora's eyes welled up, quivering.
I nodded solemnly, pitching my voice all righteous.
“So I'd always sneak 'em out when I could. Only goal was you, Pink Lumina.”
Pure bullshit, of course.
Real reason I climbed to exec?
Top dog in the breeding biz, miracle worker jacking villain birth rates sky-high.
Like Zeke tying the knot with Yellow Bella this time—I'm CEO of villain world's hottest marriage-breeding firm.
Sending kidnapped, bound bitches back outside?
Spot on.
But those sluts? Cock-drunk on their villain hubbies, crawling back with legs spread even when freed.
Old families?
Forgotten. They'd sooner snuggle the monster who broke 'em, cooing “Hubby~♥” and begging cumdump duty.
Proof in the numbers.
Alliance birth rate once scraped 0.8—extinction bound.
UN sanctions, magical girl blockades killed breeding cold.
Now?
My firm's seed-sowing spiked it past 2.0.
Villain world booming; exec seat my reward.
“Darling... you're amazing! Doing all that... sometimes you get so intense, I worried you just saw women as things!”
Guilty flinch!
‘Women’... ain't objects.
Pussies are.
Why beasts prey on human chicks? Breed dumps.
Menopausal hags?
Slaughtered with the guys, hawked as human jerky.
I knew that grim truth better than most.
Still, smile stayed plastered.
“Haha, duh. Told ya before—your Pink Lumina pussy's all I need?”
“Uuu... d-don't say it outright... embarrassing...”
Sora flushed crimson, nuzzling deeper into my chest.
I cocked my head with a sly grin.
“Embarrassed? You were moaning like a champ while squirting in submission pose.”
“Uwu... Taegon, you dummy...”
She writhed in shame, but the damp streaks between her thighs still screamed her recent bliss.
The banquet hall looked normal enough on the surface.
Like a state dinner—wine glasses tilting under lavish chandeliers, partners arm-in-arm on the dance floor.
Skin-deep: elite gala.
But that was just the facade.
Everywhere, raw filth unfolded.
Tabletops: trolls perching slave bitches on laps, cramming cocks into thigh-gaps too narrow for their hulks.
Nasal snorts outstinking the food; bitches flailed in vise-grip arms.
Dance floor dead center: spider demon spidering six limbs like a pro, making a bitch crawl hunt-dog style.
Extra arm lashed stripes bloody across her ass.
Off yonder: trained bitch onstage for show—“Mine sucks dick like a pro!” VIPs lining up for demos.
Drool-pooling nodder underneath, guffaws thick as the wine they weren't sipping.
Villain banquet “culture.”
Me here? Mid-tier exec treatment—no big rep, so I blended, nursing drinks and killing time.
Objective: bare-bones.
Near endgame, human auction kicks—Pink Lumina storms in epic, frees the girls.
Etch that pic in every skull.
My penned script today. My gift stage to the wife.
...Except.
Hours ticked by. Human auction primed to launch.
Bitches' chains rattling; auctioneer's gavel hoisted high.
“Magical Girl Silver Serenity arrives. Villains, I grant you eternal rest!”
A crystal-chill voice like shattering glass cleaved the hall.
Murmurs snuffed dead. Eyes locked skyward.
Boom!!
Ceiling rent like the heavens themselves, white radiance cascading down.
In that blaze: silver tresses whipping, white kimono hems fluttering snowflake-soft.
Silver Serenity.
Fuck.
One thought thundered my skull.
‘This bitch just hijacked my show.’