Chapter 42
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 42
Chapter Title: Ah, Fuck My Eyes
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Ah, fuck my eyes.
It had been off from the start.
The most powerful figure in the magical girl world, the one hailed as the 'Supreme Dignity'—no one else but her.
Pink Lumina, a Prismatic Eight magical girl with a whopping twenty years of frontline experience, still standing strong in her mid-thirties.
And yet, with the enemy right in front of her, in the split second she unleashed her ultimate finisher, she lost control of her mana and caused an explosion?
It made no sense.
It was like a three-Michelin-star chef dumping salt in by the spoonful, turning the dish into garbage, and serving it up as fine cuisine.
That went way beyond what a single word like 'mistake' could cover.
I replayed that night over and over in my mind.
The moment Sora—Pink Lumina—unfolded her ultimate technique, 'Heart Oblivion,' right before my eyes.
The scene of it failing in an instant and detonating.
At first, I'd chalked it up to a simple error.
But no.
After picturing it hundreds of times, replaying it in slow motion in my head—it was clear as day.
A heart-shaped mana orb as massive as a building, filling the night sky.
With a faint 'tick,' it was sliced ever so precisely, ever so delicately.
And right then, the explosion happened.
In that razor-thin instant.
The hostages in the stands or Sora, lost in the fight, wouldn't have noticed a thing.
But I, watching it dead-on, knew.
That day, someone had sliced Pink Lumina's finisher from the outside.
And the only one there who could've cleaved a mana orb that size in one stroke was one person.
Believe it or not.
It was none other than Sora's junior and Pink Lumina's fellow Prismatic Eight member: Silver Serenity.
The Kurokawa family.
Unlike most magical girls who hid their identities and pretended to live normal lives, there was one clan in the entire world that proudly declared, 'We are magical girls.'
The Japanese Kurokawa clan.
They had passed down the 'gray'—Silver—spot among the Prismatic Eight for centuries.
No matter how eras or names changed.
Whenever monsters clashed with humanity on the front lines of history, Prismatic Eight magical girls were always there—and Silver had held her seat the longest.
And whenever Silver came to mind, the Kurokawa name was always attached.
That name evoked both fear and respect, not just in human society but among villains too.
An existence whose identity was known, yet untouchable.
The Kurokawa clan meant invincible in plain sight.
Villains called them the 'Open Threat,' while humans dubbed them the 'Silver Shield.'
Like it or not, the name Kurokawa signified the pinnacle of the Prismatic Eight.
"That Silver Serenity who came to help you before... She's the current active magical girl from the Kurokawa family, Kurokawa Ren, right?"
"Yeah, that's right. Silver is currently held by Ren, the eldest daughter of the Kurokawa family."
A lineage that had passed down gray mana for generations.
The one ironclad rule of this world: only women could become magical girls.
So the Kurokawas had always handed it down from daughter to daughter, or to granddaughters, sisters, even distant female relatives—by any means necessary.
And the current holder of Silver was the second-oldest magical girl in the Mana Defense Command after Sora.
A twenty-eight-year-old woman on the cusp of retirement.
No one didn't know her name.
Kurokawa Ren.
Magical girl name: Silver Serenity.
But thinking of her brought up immediate questions.
How did she know about the villains' banquet hall?
And why, in the middle of fighting shoulder-to-shoulder with my wife, did she stab her in the back and make the mana explode?
Publicly, it was framed as an accident while helping Pink Lumina.
Packaged as a tragedy born from protecting a comrade.
But that's not what I'd seen.
Still, on the surface, she'd helped my wife, so I used repaying that 'favor' as an excuse to drive there.
Our destination: Kurokawa Ren's home, where she currently resided in Korea.
One question lingered in the back of my mind the whole way.
'Just why the hell did she pull that shit?'
If she were some rags-to-riches type like Yellow Bella, it'd make sense.
Desperately clawing her way up, stabbing backs just to survive—that kind of life.
But Ren was different.
Born with wealth and honor in her grasp, raised without a single want—a noble elite.
She had no need to do it.
'Was she after Sora's spot as the strongest magical girl? But why? In fame or command, Silver Serenity already outshone Pink Lumina, who was past her prime—not to mention in her heyday.'
No logic added up.
It was like a young lion, now king, charging to snatch a hunk of meat from an old lion retired from the pride.
Irrational. Beyond common sense.
Which made it all the more chilling.
And if she'd done something like that, even if no one knew, guilt would gnaw at her conscience.
I figured she'd refuse a meeting, forcing me to sneak in at night.
But the opposite happened.
Ren boldly extended an invitation.
An attitude brimming with brazenness or confidence.
Either way, an eerie pressure I couldn't just brush off.
…And so we arrived at her door.
I widened my eyes.
I'd expected it, but it exceeded imagination.
Not a traditional Korean tiled house at all.
Black wooden pillars, white paper sliding doors, roofs layered with gray tiles.
A small wind chime tinkled under the eaves in the breeze, and the garden was neatly paved with white gravel.
Stepping stones led across it, flanked by stone lanterns and a little pond.
Red koi swam lazily on the surface—a scene so immersive it made me forget we were in Korea.
"This is... where Ren lives?"
At my awed tone, Sora chuckled beside me.
"Yep! Surprised? I've popped in for work sometimes, so I'm used to it... but it's gotta be a shock for you, honey. It's straight out of Japan."
I nodded.
"Yeah. A Japanese-style mansion smack in the middle of urban Korea... It's not just a house—it's a fortress screaming her identity."
Several bodyguards were already stationed around the estate.
The scale was worlds apart from a normal home.
Following their guidance, we parked and got out. The front door of the mansion slid open right away.
As if she'd been waiting—a woman with long, ivory-white hair in a braid appeared with a gentle smile.
"Welcome, Senior Lumina. And... Kim Taegon, pleasure to meet you."
"Ah, yes. The honor's mine."
"Hehe, just call me Ren. For someone who lives openly, my magical girl name feels awkward."
Ren politely offered her hands, shaking with Sora and me in turn.
Her face was pure and composed like untouched snow, but an inexplicable chill lurked beneath.
During the handshake, I watched for any mana use or deliberate moves.
None.
She soon led us inside, bowing courteously.
"Senior. I'm truly sorry about that day. I should've taken out that villain faster..."
Sora shook her head, but her smile lacked strength.
"No. I'm the one getting old. Couldn't control my finisher properly... The building collapsed, civilians got hurt. It was my catastrophe. Without you, the casualties would've been way worse."
I ground my teeth inwardly.
'Fuck, no it wasn't?'
Sora's magic had been flawless.
The explosion was because this bitch slashed it from behind with her sword.
Blissfully unaware, believing it her own mistake, eyes glistening with tears.
Those tears were only for when she climaxed on my cock— that's what I thought, and in that instant, I nearly pinned my wife right there, spread her pussy, and thrust in deep.
But I held back.
We were undercover now.
Thud—
"Oh dear, sorry."
It happened then.
Ren stumbled, falling toward me, slamming her two tits into my chest.
A short but vivid sensation—soft yet heavy.
Her stiff nipples poked through her clothes, brushing my skin.
'How dare some other bitch besides Sora shove her tits at me?'
The moment her flesh-stink hit my nose, my stomach churned.
That scent and feel clung like vomit, a stain on my skin that wouldn't fade.
But as I said, undercover now.
Punching or shoving her would ruin everything.
I clenched my jaw, forced a smile, and helped her up.
Then, to erase the lingering touch, I discreetly pulled out perfume made from juices I'd squeezed straight from Sora's pussy and rubbed it on my chest.
The thick, dried scent spread again, swallowing the foreign odor.
In an instant, my nose filled with my wife's pussy aroma—the one I guzzled every night.
As the sticky fragrance soaked into my chest, the revolting aftertaste vanished, leaving only Sora.
Only then could I finally breathe easy.
I thought that was it—
"...Oh my, how sweet."
Swish.
"?!"
The next moment.
What entered my sight was pure shock.
An angle Sora absolutely couldn't see.
Ren twisted her body slightly toward me alone, lifting the hem of her kimono with her fingers.
Through that narrow gap, a glimpse of pale breast—and her glaring red nipple, exposed squarely to my eyes.