Chapter 36
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 36
Chapter Title: Pink Lumina Finally Appears!
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Click.
"The moment I pressed my thumb down on the sausage fragments—like flipping a switch—they sparked and crackled from the earlier slash, then exploded in an instant.
Boom!!
The blast rocked the stage, sending the stench of burning flesh and smoke billowing everywhere.
"My slash...?"
For a split second, Serenity's eyes wavered.
Yeah, you bitch.
Even as a Magical Girl, she still clung to that pride from being called a 'swordsman.'
Just moments ago, she'd been hacking away at the Villain Alliance executives I'd set up for our Sora, her face plastered with arrogance and haughtiness...
Now that smug look crumpled as she stared me down.
She hurriedly sheathed her blade in its black scabbard, then bent forward unsteadily and chanted low.
"...Snow Shadow Flash!"
In a flash.
A real streak of light shot out.
The distance from the center of the stage, far off, to the back—
I'd figured it was plenty safe.
But the blink of an eye later, Serenity's shadow was right in front of me.
The metallic tang stung my nose.
The razor-sharp blade tip pressed right against my nape, coldly scraping my skin.
A split second slower, and my blood would've sprayed like a fountain.
...Mistake number one: thinking you could turn me into chum.
Shing—!
The blade tip whistled through empty air, missing completely.
"She... dodged it?"
Before the words even landed, Serenity's brow furrowed.
Her breath came in shallow hitches, her face paling in an instant.
This fucking bitch.
I'm one of the five pillars of the Villain Alliance, even if I'm the youngest.
As an executive, I've rolled the dice in real bloodbaths more than a few times.
And this mid-20s pussy—who hasn't even hit menopause yet—thinks she can lop off my head like some extra?
That shit only flies in crappy novels or anime. In reality? Fuck no.
It was the kind of thing that'd never happen, not even in dreams.
'Fine. Before your blade even grazes my flesh, I'll rip that uterus cover of yours to shreds.'
Still... she was my wife's junior, and one of the Prismatic Eight Magical Girls, no less.
No plans to kill her—just beat her till she squealed like a vulgar pig a few times.
Pound her pussy till the juices dripped and she passed out. That was the goal.
I threw a punch right into what she thought was a wide-open gap.
But then.
A chill raced up my spine.
My executive instincts screamed a warning.
"It's a trap. Don't strike—dodge."
I yanked my body back on pure reflex, and in that instant, pure-white ice shards like blades plummeted, viciously slicing the spot where I'd stood.
Freezing snowflakes and frost exploded outward, grazing my cheek as they tore through the air.
Serenity.
Our eyes met again, and every trace of her earlier panic was gone.
Instead, her face held only an icy, emotionless gleam.
She clicked her tongue and said,
"You saw through the feint."
In her hand alongside the sword was a Snow Fan, intricately etched with snowflake patterns.
One flick of the fan scattered snowflakes into the air, and those flakes invaded my vision faster than any blade.
I dropped low on instinct.
The next moment, her sword rose again from within the blizzard.
This time, the blade's glow stretched thin and long like moonlight, slashing toward me.
That's when I realized.
This wasn't just an illusion. It was layers of layered tricks.
The first feint drew my attention—a bait. The second narrowed the range with a freezing trap. The third—
Serenity's eyes gleamed.
"White Snow Flash!"
With her cry, the snowflakes from the fan swelled explosively along the blade's path, like black frost cracks.
A grating scrape hit my ears, followed by the sharp crack of thin ice shattering.
I twisted my body like pulling up my collar, barely dodging the counter.
In the nick of time, debris at my feet caught the light and sparkled as it bounced.
One fragment grazed my calf. The cold turned to pain, making me flinch slightly.
"Hah."
I let out a deep breath and chuckled.
"Clever trick. Swordplay not cutting it, so you fan out some snow magic. Still, it's got some bite."
Her expression shifted again at my words.
This time, no surprise or fluster.
Instead, she tilted her head slightly, like she was pleasantly intrigued.
"My opponent fixates on the blade, unable to look away. And in that moment, the second strike—like snowflowers—severs the throat."
Her tone carried a designer's pride.
I curled my lip and charged.
This time, playing along with the lure for real.
When she swung her blade at my gap, I'd use the momentum to seal that Snow Fan—and turn the tables.
But the reversal came again.
Serenity had deliberately shown the motion ahead, creating two speed differentials.
The instant I raised my arm to block the sword, it wasn't the blade grazing my cheek—but a shower of tiny ice blades.
Dozens of fine frost shards embedded in my skin, numbing my senses alongside tiny wounds.
Blood came second; the biting pain hit first.
Exploiting the opening, Serenity slipped in and aimed for the back of my neck.
This time, a real blade tip.
But I didn't fall for it this time either.
Even with cold sweat slicking my palms, the calculations in my head spun ice-cold.
'Fall for one more feint, and it's over...'
From the next move, I had to break the chain of tricks.
And that would be my opening for a reversal.
Whoosh—!
My ability, Killer Queen.
The power to turn anything I touch into a detonator.
Simple conditions.
Must be a lifeless object, and to trigger, press my thumb down like a switch.
In short, this shitty power from 'her' was worthless in close-quarters or one-on-one fights.
In a knife fight with blades flying, when the hell do you grab something and thumb the switch?
That was the problem.
But in a situation like this.
Click.
Killer Queen
Ice fragments chain-detonate!
Boom!!
Ice shards exploded in a chain right before my eyes.
Light, noise, and the sharp sound of fragments splitting pierced my eardrums.
"Another explosion...?!"
Serenity's eyes shook wide.
Those 'ice shards' meant to distract me had turned into mines the moment I touched them.
No need for me to unravel this bitch's sword-and-magic feints one by one.
Why's a pussy trying to boss around a cock, anyway?
Doesn't know her place.
A pussy's job is to scream and tremble with every thrust—that's it. No room for tricks.
I grabbed handfuls of the ice shards littering the floor and hurled them wildly.
Boom, bang, boom!
Flames and smoke erupted everywhere, melting snowflakes and ice chunks in the blaze as they scattered.
Serenity couldn't hide her panic, desperately backpedaling through the chain of blasts.
Her own tricks had blown up in her face.
I didn't miss that moment.
Grab!
"Gahk?!"
My hand clamped around her throat.
The cold skin of her nape met my palm, her pulse racing wildly beneath.
Her eyes shook huge, and that icy composure finally started crumbling.
"I've been watching, Serenity. You overthink everything. Looks like you can do a lot, but nothing's mastered perfectly."
"...!"
"You roll strategies layer after layer in your head, but your body can't keep up. Those unconsciously sluggish movements—that's your weakness."
Of course, she was Prismatic Eight material.
Disappointing by my standards, sure—but this bitch was strong.
If her opponent was one of my top executives under me, say the Absorbing Witch?
She might tie or even win. That powerful.
No, honestly, my edge right now was partly timing.
If this Serenity had Pink Lumina's age and experience?
She might've shrugged off those chain explosions without blinking, then diced me with insane variable swordplay and magic combos.
"Guh... To think a monster like you was hiding in this banquet hall I thought full of rabble..."
That was when.
"Don't even dream of begging for your life."
"Huh?"
"Kill me instead!"
Oh ho... this the one?
That classic Magical Girl moment: 'I'll choose death over this.'
Citizens weep, junior Magical Girls fired up by her noble resolve—a legendary scene.
But to us villains? Looked different.
The fiercer the bitch, the sweeter it is to break her in training.
Watching that righteous face shatter in despair as her pussy rips and she screams in ecstasy? That's the real standard.
That's why.
We never kill Magical Girls who spit venom like this right away.
"Kill you? Don't make me laugh. You should pop out as many kids as you've killed before you go."
Villain Alliance style: treat 'em like toys. Breeding stock, basically.
...But my cock's home was always my wife, Pink Lumina.
And above all, the real star of this stage was someone else.
"......"
"...?"
Isn't it about time?
I kept my grip on Serenity's throat, holding the angle under the moonlit ceiling where all the hostages could see—ignoring whatever she babbled.
Blood-soaked banquet hall, corpse stench, shattered chandelier.
Right in the middle, me choking and shaking her—I wanted that burned into their minds.
Serenity squirmed, eyes full of question marks like, Why hold and not kill?
That was when.
"Put Serenity down right now?!"
"...! Lumina Senior!"
She'd finally arrived.
I'd frozen for a sec, my cue stolen by my junior—but snapped to when she realized her underling was about to die, unleashing mana sky-high.
Pink wings unfurled in splendor, and my wife—
Pink Lumina made her grand entrance.
Thanks to the perception-jamming mask, Sora couldn't recognize me as her husband right now.
In that sense, this was chance number two.
"Kuhahaha! Pink Lumina! So you were here too! I'll turn you into my cocksleeve just like this white bitch!"
"You thought I infiltrated...? You bastard... If you've done anything to Taegon...!"
Even now, worrying about her husband first—that face. Fuck... so damn hot.
I wanted to make hero lines spill from those lips as pleasure-torn moans instead, right fucking now.