Chapter 57
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 57
Chapter Title: We Can't Afford to Lose Either!
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Those who bear the same wounds inevitably sniff each other out and are drawn together.
A demon who lunged at his mother just to earn her praise, only to accidentally kill her with pleasure in the end.
On the other hand, a magical girl who did absolutely everything to gain her mother's approval, only to be discarded for life with a single "You're not the one."
Two people twisted from the very start.
And yet, in a twist of fate, they perfectly fit each other—like a hole and a rod made to fill it.
Especially the guy, Latheus. Aside from his obsession with his mother, he'd been itching lately to get himself a dedicated flesh toilet to sow his seed in.
The moment I heard that, it clicked.
'Ah! So to this guy, Kurokawa Ren is it.'
Her body was tough like a magical girl should be, but tempered from childhood abuse into that perfect temperament.
A bitch in heat craving attention, with the potential to be turned into a lifelong masochistic fuck-pet once she got a proper taste.
My instincts, honed from rising to Villain Alliance executive through romance alone, hit the nail on the head once again.
Latheus devoured Ren in one savage gulp, and she instinctively arched her back, accepting her master's mark.
And just like that, Latheus—the strongest demon and top executive—joined my forces. I even snagged a top-priority VIP spot on their wedding invite list.
Following Zeke the orc chieftain, now Latheus too.
Talk about eating the pheasant, the egg, and rolling that egg around in my mouth myself.
It was an incredible haul.
No matter how I looked at it, I'd cleaned up big time this round.
This was solid progress in my ongoing project to expand my influence—for my wife Pink Lumina's second golden age.
Great results, stellar reputation, and now even guys sniffing around my tail.
Proof I was on fire.
Yeah, time to celebrate.
...But.
"Silver Serenity, no... Ren may not have talked much or been close with me... but sniffling... she was such a precious junior to me...!"
Ah, this scene again?
This heartfelt eulogy tone, the stage setup, even the pale purple portrait photo.
Identical to Yellow Bella's funeral.
Is this what déjà vu feels like?
Under Article 7, Clause 1 of the Magical Girl Management Act: Magical girls who go missing during official duties and cannot be confirmed alive after 7 days are to be declared KIA.
Thanks to that clause, the "deceased" stamp came down the moment the week was up—again.
Ren was now in week 4 of missing status.
The Kurokawa family had scrambled at first—sending out people, calling in sorcerers, the works—but eventually signed off on the "deceased" paperwork and switched to silent mourning mode.
And once more, our Sora activated "big senior" mode.
Black ribbon on, eyes misty, standing at the podium as funeral rep, reciting her poignant lines into the mic.
Of course, unlike last time, I'd already tipped her off.
Ren wasn't dead.
Hell, I'd even whispered where she was now.
And yet?
Whispering among the crowd.
"Um... Sora, didn't I tell you Ren's alive? So why the tears again...?"
"Sniff...! I-I know... Of course I know she was saved thanks to you, Taegon. But they said she took massive injuries? She won't be around for a while... As her senior, I feel so guilty for not being able to do anything...!"
Aw, my poor wife...
Seeing that innocence—how could anyone not get hard?
How do you tell a girl like this, "Actually, she came to backstab you, but I wrecked her first and sold her off to the monster district"?
So instead, I just tweaked the story—a tiny bit. Really just a smidge.
The truth is, Ren was attacked by her own "bloodline"!
That night I went to the Kurokawa estate to pick up the thing I'd planted...
I'd heard Ren's mom—the former Silver Magical Girl "Majeta"—wasn't from the main house either, but a branch family.
And now Ren had inherited the Silver spot too.
Two branch family girls in a row claiming a Prismatic Eight magical girl position.
No wonder the main house was pissed.
'Our authority's at risk.'
The entire Kurokawa clan ambushed Ren.
I just happened to stumble on her bloody mess at the perfect time.
And with my Villain Alliance executive pull, I unleashed my monster underlings to barely rescue her!
But... the problem came after.
Who's gonna believe monsters?
So no one knows the rotten truth about the Kurokawa clan.
Instead, everyone believes this:
'Ren was killed by monsters.'
Which is why the "grieving" bereaved are here at the funeral, faces up and acting like nothing happened.
Of course, it was all my script.
I'd fed the whole tale to Sora.
A pretty lie layered over truth, gift-wrapped by yours truly.
And my wife fell for it hook, line, and sinker—again.
God, moments like this make me love her to death.
Take just a bit ago, for example.
"I'm Ren's cousin."
"I'm her aunt."
As the Kurokawa folks approached for handshakes, my wife smiled sweetly on the surface... while blatantly radiating killing intent.
Well, it was true—they saw her as a thorn in their side.
I had the Absorbing Witch dig into it; they were plotting an assassination within 5 years.
So honestly, this works out great for Ren too.
Attacked by her clan?
Alive or dead, she was fucked.
Survive, and she's the "unfilial daughter who killed the elders." Die, and she's the "Silver Magical Girl who tarnished the family honor."
But I wrecked them first.
End result: Ren's packaged as a "heroic fallen magical girl," she's actually alive, and she scored a hung groom to boot.
First meeting was a shitshow, sure, but nothing to complain about, right?
At this point, I'm basically her savior.
Rationalizing it like that, I stroked Sora's head and pussy up and down, top to bottom, as she kept sobbing in grief.
And the moment we got home...
I slipped seamlessly into "acting mode."
"Sora... But you know, I don't think you're entirely blameless."
"D-Darling...?!"
The second we hit the sofa, as she was changing out of her funeral clothes into casuals, she whipped around in shock at my trash-talk.
Of course, that line? Total bullshit.
At that time, Sora was getting her ass spanked on my dick, pussy drilled raw, totally spent.
Plus, our place to the Kurokawa estate was a full hour drive.
Even the strongest magical girl couldn't have made that route.
And yet, I blamed her anyway.
Because it was time to bait the next "discipline training" hook.
"I was there too, you know. If I hadn't had my minions on standby, I might've gotten jumped with Ren."
"...!"
"And the magical girl who guarded me to the end and got hurt... wasn't Pink Lumina. It was Silver Serenity."
Even saying it made my heart twinge.
A chest-ripping pain.
Truth was, I was the one who'd battered Ren's womb cover, made her squirt and pass out!
...But Sora doesn't know that.
Playing up my hurt, crumbling act—tears welled in her eyes again.
Yeah, now's the moment.
"But I don't blame you. Honestly, I'm weak too."
"No, darling! Taegon... I'm sorry. I should've stayed by your side till the end that day...!"
"No, Sora. You're... the strongest magical girl, Pink Lumina, protector of the whole world. Being with me just draws too much attention."
In Sora's eyes, I'm just some office drone who lucked into exec level—zero combat power, lame hubby.
So when I trashed myself harder, she couldn't take it anymore and lunged...
"Don't say that, Taegon!"
Whoosh.
She shoved those massive tits right in my face!
Soft, heavy weight pressing my cheeks, perky nipples poking through her tee from inside.
Pretending to hug her tenderly, I circled a fingertip around one swollen nipple, slow spirals.
Sora shivered.
Neck flushing red—she'd melt from tit play alone.
But I had other plans.
"So here's the thing... I found this spell called 'Cognitive Distortion.' With it, you'd look totally different to everyone else!"
"A spell like that exists...?"
"Yeah! Sora, what if you used it and tagged along every time I head somewhere risky?"
Her eyes sparkled at my words.
Like she'd just remembered a secret weapon.
Thinking back, Sora was always in human form by my side.
Reason being: Magical girl form drew eyes, and crucially, handed enemies ammo like "he's tight with Pink Lumina."
So we stuck to "plain human Sora"... but then it hit me.
Cognitive Distortion magic.
Use it right, and she'd look different to the world—but to me, full Pink Lumina glory by my side.
First time hearing it, Sora lit up.
"That's a genius idea, Taegon!"
"Right? Let's try it starting tomorrow."
"Yeah! Let's do it!"
"But."
I smirked, whispering in her ear.
"Tomorrow, to everyone else, you'll look like the bitch-in-heat puppy I'm walking on a leash."
"...Huh?"
"So strip naked before you come out, got it?"