Chapter 39
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 39
Chapter Title: That's Why Everyone Loves Depraved Stories
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Villain Alliance banquet hall rocked by a massive explosion.
That was the story making the rounds.
And that incident pulled Pink Lumina right back into the spotlight, just as I'd planned.
"The Magical Girl who, alongside Silver Serenity, tore down the impenetrable heart of the Villain Alliance."
"Unyielding resolve that age can't touch. Now we know why she's been a Magical Girl all these years."
News outlets sang her praises day after day, and with the banquet hall reduced to rubble without a trace left behind, Pink Lumina's name spread not just across the nation but around the world.
Thanks to that, my goal—
Giving my wife her second golden age—was off to a solid start.
...But.
The problem was that very "massive explosion."
The media soon started running different headlines.
"Pink Lumina sacrifices hostages in excessive response?"
That single line threw a wrench into what had been a perfect plan.
Because behind every shining hero tale lurks the stench of blood.
It was true.
That day, the massive heart mana blast Lumina had fired at me—
It cracked at the last second and detonated. Thanks to Lumina and Serenity being close by, most of the women dragged in for the human auction were saved.
But some unlucky hostages weren't so fortunate.
Those a bit farther from the stage got caught in the explosion's flames and burned to charred husks.
The hero's name shook the world, but it was forever stained with blood.
And above all, for Pink Lumina—
My wife Sora, what tormented her most wasn't public opinion.
"D-Darling! Your arm...!"
"Hey, no crying. I'm a grown man, aren't I?"
"What do you mean?! I've always been a woman... More importantly, that arm... Don't tell me it got caught in my magic? S-Sob... I'm s-sorry...!"
It was right after the explosion.
I was, nominally, a Villain Alliance executive with the power of "explosion."
I had resistance to my own element, so if I'd taken it head-on, my body would've been blasted to bits. But thanks to that "accidental" detonation, I barely escaped fatal injury.
The price was steep, though.
My cognitive disruption mask shattered and scattered. My whole body was covered in angry red burns.
My right hand?
Already devoured by the flames, not a trace left.
So I didn't show myself right away.
No, I couldn't.
Sora was already carrying a heavy burden from the civilian casualties swept up in her mana surge.
If she found out her husband had ended up like this on top of that?
...Forget a second golden age. She'd crumble right there.
I vanished completely, pretending to be caught in the blast, and secretly dragged myself to the university hospital run by the Absorbing Witch.
"E-Executive?! What the hell happened to you?"
"Ah... Well, my wife's pussy was so damn cute I couldn't stop munching, and then I got sliced by Pink Lumina's special 'pussy juice high-pressure cutter.'"
"Huh? ...Anyway, the burns can be restored, but your right hand needs full regeneration. You'll have to stay at least two days."
After two days of intensive treatment, the burns were fully healed.
But the new right arm was an issue.
It needed time for the tissues to take hold, and the Absorbing Witch said I needed at least a week of rest.
But I couldn't stay longer.
Coming to this hospital was already a secret from Sora.
Her husband had infiltrated the Villain Alliance gala and vanished in the explosion.
By now, Sora had no idea if I was dead or alive—she was probably crying her eyes out all night.
So in the end, I left with my arm in a temporary cast, planning to finish recovery at home.
And when I got home and opened the door, I was greeted by Sora, eyes swollen red from crying as she waited.
"I-I'm sorry... I'm sorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorry!!"
"S-Sora, calm down. We're both safe, aren't we?"
"B-But... but...! A-Aaaaaah!"
Her face a mess of tears and snot, she clung to my chest and sobbed.
Her husband, who she'd thought was dead, shows up injured—and she doesn't even suspect it happened at a villain's lair.
'Ahh, is this what they call "pure love"?'
Her trembling body pressed against mine, conveying two sleepless nights of anxiety mixed with the despair of being left alone. Every touch felt like electricity surging through my skin.
But...
Throb!
Fuck, why the hell am I getting hard in this mood?
With my tear-soaked, shaking wife in my arms, my cock was rock-hard, stabbing at my pants from inside.
"A-Ahh... Taegon, I'm sorry... I did this to you..."
Every time she sobbed my name, heat surged between her thighs.
Tears, obsession, eyes only for me—it was ridiculously arousing.
That's when I finally got it.
No, I had to admit it.
'Ahh... So this is it. Why people go nuts for depraved stories. The obsessive heroine crying and clinging, while the guy floats above it all carefree, and the readers jerk off to the sight.'
I never got it before.
What kind of perverts get off on the heroine suffering?
But now?
Right in front of me, Sora atoning to her husband back from the dead, soaking my clothes with tears and snot, her fingers trembling on my injured arm, unable to let go.
That obsession.
That dependence.
That desperate love.
It was fucking delicious.
Precum was already leaking steadily in my pants, my cock twitching on its own like it was begging for more obsession.
Ahh... 'Obsession' as a trope is fucking addictive.
I groped tentatively.
"Sora, why are you shaking like that? I'm back safe and sound... Isn't that what matters?"
I tried to soothe her.
Push too hard, and this woman might really snap.
Depraved stuff is a delicacy to savor occasionally.
Life's peaceful day-to-day, spiked with the occasional thrill—that's what makes you think, 'Damn, life is worth living.'
All depravity, all the time? That's just hell.
So I figured I'd stop here.
Restore our home to its usual harmony.
I reached out with my good left hand and gently stroked my crying wife's pussy over her panties.
'She'll jump in surprise and blush cutely, going "Taegon, what are you doing at a time like this?!"'
That's what I expected.
...But.
Slide—
"Hm?"
Instead of pulling away, her pussy pressed itself closer to my fingers.
Moist folds enveloped my fingertips, shyly twitching and grinding against them.
I looked up in surprise.
Her sobbing paused just a moment as Sora grabbed her skirt hem with both hands and spread it wide.
Her legs shook as she assumed a frog-legged stance, making it easier for my hand to slip in.
Tears still glistened on her cheeks.
"Darling... I have a confession to make..."
She steadied her breath and finally spoke.
"I... I came from a filthy hand that wasn't yours!"
At that instant, twitch!
Her pussy lips clenched on their own, letting out a wet squelch.
"Sob... I'm sorry... I'm sorry...! But... it felt so good...! Nnghooooh♥"
My wife, face drenched in tears, sobbing out her climax confession.
Her cheeks flushed red, lips quivering half-open with sticky drool trailing down.
My fingers slid along her inner walls—hot, sloppy fluids coated them thickly.
Her pussy was soaked through, lewdly slurping schlick-schlick like it had been waiting for me.
'...Heh, the villain who made her cum with that pussy-eating was me.'
Of course, Sora had no idea who I was.
So to her, that memory was pure sin—an affair, cheating behind her husband's back.
I tried seeing it from her side.
If I'd been captured by some Magical Girl, forced to get hard and cum, it'd sure feel dirty and apologetic to Sora.
The guilt she showed now was exactly that.
Crying, yet spreading her pussy like a bitch in heat begging to mate, lifting her skirt herself to offer it to me.
A gesture begging forgiveness—and an attempt at purification.
"Darling... Taegon... Make my pussy clean again...!"
Her voice trembled.
"So it never sways to filthy touches again—cover it with yours... wash away my sins! All my past mistakes."
"Sora...!"
"Sob...! These past two days, thinking you might be dead... I was going insane. And so ashamed. If you'd died right when my pussy... got wet from another man's hand..."
"...!"
"So, Taegon... please...!"
Sora spread her skirt wider, parting her pussy lips with two fingers.
Glistening inner flesh exposed, a thick strand of nectar trailed down her thigh.
"Hurry... with your hand... wreck my pussy...! Make me your woman again...!"
At those words, I gathered my left fingers.
As their tips pried her entrance, a lewd squelch! echoed, and my cock thrashed wildly in my pants, on the verge of bursting.
"It's the left hand, so not quite as good as the right... but I'll make up for it. I'll pound your pussy to complete ruin!"
"Nnghooooh♥ Aaah...! Darling... even your left hand... feels so goooood...!"