Chapter 43
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 43
Chapter Title: Do You Want to Die?
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Do you want to die?
Ah, fuck my eyes.
For a split second, I nearly let a string of curses burst out loud from my mouth.
Daring... just daring for some bitch other than my wife Sora to flash her cheap-ass nipple like that, all sneaky?
And acting all coy like 'it's our little secret~' with that beaming smile on her face?
Fuuuuck.
Anyone would think I'm some clichéd NTR side-husband character who falls for that trashy seduction and jerks off like a desperate fool.
In reality, it was just an assault on my eyeballs.
It was fucking disgusting, repulsive, nothing but pure nausea.
But what pissed me off even more was the surging impulse to pinch that nipple—force it, twist it, spin it right back into place where it belonged.
I wanted to twirl her nipple around with my fingers until suppressed moans broke free from that haughty, high-and-mighty face of hers.
"Nngh-hooook?!" collapsing into sow-like grunts.
The moment she crumpled, panting on the floor.
I pictured slamming that bitch right into the middle of a tentacle pile.
No holes barred—pussy, asshole, mouth—reaming them all out until she shat and pissed herself simultaneously, plummeting into a living flesh toilet.
Torn, ripped, stretched wide, stripping away every shred of that pretentious pride until she devolved into a true bitch in heat.
But I didn't lose control.
Thanks to Sora's warm hand gently covering mine right at that moment.
"Honey, you okay? Why'd you go all quiet all of a sudden...?"
"Ah... it's nothing."
I barely reined in my killing intent and forced a gentle smile back onto my face, like always.
But inside, I was still boiling.
Right—this was Kurokawa Ren's mansion.
The whole reason I was here today was infiltration, not war.
At an event riding on the name "Pink Lumina's husband," flipping out over that cunt's nipple tease would be idiotic.
...At least in front of Sora.
So I just lifted the corner of my mouth slightly and smoothed my voice down evenly.
"Ren, your kimono's slipped... mind covering up those 'key areas'? I'd appreciate it."
"...?! Ah, y-yes... "
"Oh my! Honey, cover your eyes! And Ren, you're a grown woman— no underwear? And unmarried, too? You need to be more careful!"
Sora flustered about, even trying to cover my eyes.
Adorably embarrassed on her behalf, she hurriedly draped Ren's hem back into place.
I sweetly averted my gaze, nodded, and clicked my tongue softly to defuse the situation.
On the surface, it wrapped up with gentlemanly composure instead of rage.
But inside? Totally different.
Kurokawa Ren—this fucking bitch.
Her eyes widened in shock for a moment.
Did she really think I'd spot that nipple and just shut my mouth like we were sharing some secret?
What a load of bullshit.
All I did was barely hold back from roundhouse-kicking her straight in the cunt instead of her cheek.
The urge to burst those smug tits of hers and grind my sneaker sole into her splayed pussy welled up to my throat.
And yet I held back.
Solely for our Sora.
Because my wife was right there, fumbling bashfully, covering it up like it was her own shame—that single sight let me skip ripping that nipple off on the spot.
Maybe she realized her cutesy eye-beguiling ploy had flopped, who knows.
Kurokawa Ren quickly reverted to her usual calm, composed expression, as if nothing had happened.
And just like that, as if the earlier provocation was a hallucination, she quietly led us along.
We arrived at a deep tatami room inside the mansion.
Opening the door released a faint whiff of freshly brewed incense, and on the neatly arranged Japanese table sat a spread of gourmet delicacies prepped in advance.
Vibrant sashimi, perfectly rolled sushi, grilled eel glistening with a reddish soy glaze.
It was like they'd transplanted an entire high-end sushi joint.
They say lust and appetite go hand in hand.
Sora's eyes sparkled at the sushi and sashimi, swallowing hard.
"Oh my gosh! This looks so delicious!"
That look overlapped with yesterday's—her lower mouth drooling pussy juice.
Yesterday it was my cock fucking it out of her; today, food had her upper mouth watering instead.
Watching my wife like that melted away the irritation I'd been suppressing just moments ago.
'Yeah, stuff ourselves silly today, then back home, I'll feed my dick till it bursts this time.'
I cleared my throat pointlessly and sat side by side with my wife.
With my gaze forward, at the end sat Kurokawa Ren, chopsticks already in hand.
That marked the true start of the meal.
A few polite exchanges flew amid the chopsticks, then finally, the topic I was dying to hear slipped out.
"So how'd you know about the Villain Alliance banquet hall and track it down, Ren?"
Sora, nice one!
A thrill of pleasure shot through me.
No matter what, I was in the "ordinary husband" role here.
Prying into magical girls' secret ops or internal affairs first would've been way out of line.
But thanks to my wife naturally bringing it up, I could casually sip my sake like it was nothing and await the answer.
Ren, true to her noble lineage, had hierarchy ingrained in her bones.
At the question from the senior-most Lumina, she paused her chopsticks, bowed her head slightly, and answered promptly.
"...We had intelligence."
"Intelligence?"
"Yes. As you probably know, Senior Lumina, the Kurokawa family maintains our own secret intel network, separate from the Mana Defense Command. A tip came in through there. That's all it was for this deployment."
My chopsticks froze mid-air for a second.
Sora's eyes widened in surprise, and I felt a massive shock internally too.
The reason she could tail us all the way to the banquet hall.
It wasn't coincidence—it was someone's 'tip'.
'This banquet was one I personally hosted under the Absorbing Witch's name, a stage just for Pink Lumina. In Villain Alliance history, the venue's location has never leaked outside even once...'
And yet, on the very day I handpicked villains ripe for the killing—for my wife's sake, for Lumina's second heyday.
The banquet, laid out like a feast on a silver platter, faced the Alliance's first-ever raid.
And behind it? None other than an internal rat.
Coincidence?
Or had someone seen through my intentions and deliberately fucked the board out of spite?
Scenarios flashed through my mind.
If it was pure chance, great.
But if someone intentionally mobilized this Kurokawa Ren?
Then that bastard likely knew not just Sora—Pink Lumina—but my identity as her husband too.
'Who the fuck could it be... some trash besides me who made my wife cry?'
Either way, this wasn't info to brush off.
Plus, my head spun another scenario.
That 'tip' was bullshit from the start, and really, this Kurokawa Ren... Silver Serenity had secretly tailed Sora.
Using some spell to track her, stumbling on the banquet hall by 'chance'.
Why? Because this bitch already had form—one time, she'd secretly slashed and detonated Sora's finisher from behind while Sora protected her.
Playing ally up front, stabbing knives in the back.
I saw it clear as day.
But then.
"Um, Senior Lumina. Mind if I ask a question too?"
"Huh?"
Kurokawa Ren cut our questioning short and turned her head.
Not toward us both—blatantly aiming at me.
"About Taegon over there. I heard from Senior that he was at the Villain Alliance banquet this time... I'd like to hear the circumstances."
"?!"
"Uh, yeah? Oh, that...?"
I startled and glanced at my wife.
Right.
Right after the explosion that day, my right arm was half-blown off; I ghosted like a dead man for two days.
In that time, Sora must've asked around everywhere to find me... and word reached this cunt's ears eventually.
The real issue was elsewhere.
My wife knew I was a Villain Alliance executive, but to other magical girls, I was just a civilian.
And that civilian attended a Villain banquet?
Suspect on sight.
In fact, the "Ban on Contact and Fraternization with Villains" was strictly enforced under Article 23 of the current Mana Defense Constitution.
Even mere attendance meant at least 10 years hard time; proven conspiracy or concealment jumped to life imprisonment; collaboration or personal ties proven? Death penalty.
Just stepping into a Villain banquet as a civilian had my neck half in the noose already.
But.
Like I'd flinch at a question this light.
You think I clawed my way to executive in the Villain Alliance for nothing?
I already had a rock-solid alibi.
Love.
"I threw a tantrum, said I wanted to go with her."
"Ta-T aegon?!"
"A tantrum... you say?"
"Yeah. Just found out recently—my lovely wife is Pink Lumina. But sending her alone to a Villain Alliance banquet? Even if she's the world's strongest magical girl, she's still my wife. No way I'd let her go solo."
I answered, yanking Sora's waist right into my arm.
The waist in my grip—soft, warm.
Staring Ren down dead-on, I deliberately groped Sora's breast with exaggerated flair.
Openly, brazenly.
"H-Honey...! In f-front of Re-Ren...? So embarrassing... save it for home... "
"Why? We're a 'lovey-dovey couple,' right? This much skinship between husband and wife is natural. We've already fucked dozens of times—ain't that right, Ren?"
Sora flushed beet red, flailing.
"H-Haha... Sorry, Ren. My husband's a bit... of a perv. N-No, open-minded!"
I brushed my lips against Sora's cheek, flashing Ren a sleazy grin.
Surface: affection show-off. Beneath: blatant threat.
'Listen up, you cunt—this is couple territory. No room for your ass.'
But Ren didn't back down.
She countered with a leisurely smile.
"...Heh. True. A couple that's gone all the way—bound to be tight."
Ren set down her chopsticks, stared me right in the eye, and slowly licked her lips.
"But—"
"...?"
"Being a close couple... and sex... aren't they separate? I mean, sex is just... cock and pussy. Married or not, that's all it takes, right?"
Crunch.
"...What?"