Chapter 7
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 7
Chapter Title: Magical Girl Yellow Bella
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As long as there is light in this world, there must be darkness.
Since ancient times, the battle between magical girls and villains—known only by different names—had continued endlessly throughout human history, constantly changing forms.
In antiquity, they were called "shrine maidens and heretics"; in the Middle Ages, "saints and witches"; in the modern era, "superpowered beings and monsters." Now, they wore the most refined faces: magical girls and villains.
And in contemporary society, those with special powers were no longer "legendary guardians" but strategic assets managed and deployed by the state.
At the pinnacle of that management stood the Mana Defense Command.
Rumors swirled that even the Ministry of National Defense didn't know its detailed organizational chart—it was the nation's top security agency.
On the surface, it masqueraded as a secret military research complex under the Ministry of National Defense, but only its members knew what lay inside.
The personnel here fell into two broad categories.
One was the magical girls who faced villains head-on at the front lines.
They were the combat assets. The other was the military command and operations officers who supported, managed, and oversaw missions.
It might look like a simple military organization on the outside, but in reality, it was a massive conglomerate intertwined with intelligence agencies and defense contractors.
And all its activities were conducted in strict secrecy under the banner of "national security."
Records of failed operations were erased, and the names of magical girls who died in the line of duty lived on only in the "Heroes' Roster."
And right now.
At the Mana Defense Command headquarters, Sora was receiving the sparkling gazes of the freshly debuted newbie magical girls the moment she clocked in, as always.
To them, she was an object of admiration, a living legend, the perfect role model.
But the reality of her? She was a woman with a fully mature body that made the word "girl" sound embarrassing to anyone who saw her.
Her breasts strained taut against her clothes, her voluptuous hips were obvious even through the fabric, and recalling the shameless display she'd put on in front of her husband last night made the image of a "pure guardian" feel downright laughable.
And moreover, this morning.
Her husband Taegon's bombshell—"Actually, I'm an executive in the Villain Association"—kept circling in her mind.
The public shell of Pink Lumina, the heroine endorsed by the state, versus the private face of the vulgar wife writhing atop her husband's cock.
That growing dissonance was squeezing her tighter and tighter.
'Haa... I told him we'd talk after work, but what am I supposed to do...? I can't just turn him in and throw him in jail right away...'
Villain Association executive.
One of the five seats that had dominated the Association for decades, known only by rumor.
The fact that one of them was her husband.
Taegon had revealed his identity calmly, even volunteering to become Pink Lumina's personal spy.
From that moment, Sora's head had been a whirlwind of chaos.
...Still, he was her husband.
No matter the praise—"the strongest magical girl of our generation," "the big sister her juniors revere."
At the end of the day, she was someone's wife, and when she got home, just a woman panting on her husband's cock.
That wasn't justice or duty or the nation that had kept her going all this time.
It was the husband who always waited for her when she returned home, the man she'd first fallen in love with in college.
He was the reason.
But now?
After twenty years devoted to justice, pouring her youth into it, if the payoff was sacrificing her husband as tribute, then that would make her the villain.
Besides, she was no longer some "innocent magical girl."
While her juniors giggled and idolized her as the ideal, she'd become a married woman at home, clinging to her husband's cock and begging for "just one more."
Just last night, too.
Like a second first love, Sora hadn't realized Taegon's cock could pound her so huge and relentlessly—she'd climaxed with her thighs trembling.
The same ecstasy as ten years ago, when she'd first given her body to the man who was her first love.
Now, she couldn't endure without that pleasure.
So the choice was obvious.
Screw the dignity of being a magical girl—if she wanted to get impaled on that cock even one more day, she wouldn't betray her husband, one of the Villain Alliance executives the Command was hunting with bloodshot eyes.
Sora had already reached that conclusion inwardly.
And that was when it happened.
"Oh my, Auntie Pink Lumina~ Hello!"
"Eh?! Ah... yeah, good morning. Yellow Bella."
It was an unwritten rule among magical girls.
Even inside the Mana Defense Command, where only insiders gathered—not to mention in front of civilians—real names were taboo.
They always addressed each other by their magical girl names.
That was the "rule" of this world.
Sora, lost deep in thought, lifted her head at the bright voice calling her.
What caught her eye was a junior with golden twin tails swaying like sunlight, clad in a sparkling yellow costume.
True to her name, the icon of the new generation, bearer of the "yellow" color.
But amid that sparkle was a body whose development was blatantly eye-catching.
The costume cinched tight at her waist, the chest fabric stretched taut over two mounds like it was being pushed up.
A slight bow of the head flashed the deep cleavage peeking from the gap, and below that, her thighs were pulled firm and smooth.
Beneath the ridiculously short skirt hem, her white thighs gleamed dazzlingly.
Even a slight movement made her panties' outline tease into view, swaying—a look less like a magical girl and more like a stage idol or a whore designed to wring out men's semen.
She herself was already at an age where she heard "washed-up" whispers.
Yet this junior was a bubbly prospect vying for the top spot in the magical girl popularity polls.
Just turned adult this year, smack in the prime of womanhood.
That was Yellow Bella.
Sora returned her junior's greeting with a sense of pride.
"Bella... Like I said before, the 'auntie' thing is a bit... You could just call me senpai..."
"Huh? But~ I'm on the same team as Auntie Pink Lumina, and we're kinda close, so I just call you that... Did it make you mad?"
"Huh? Ah, no no! That's not it... Sigh, never mind."
Still, how long would this "auntie" business drag on?
She was in her mid-thirties now, so technically, it wasn't wrong.
But as the magical girl Pink Lumina, it felt different.
Especially in front of that "girl" label, the term nagged at her for no reason.
She considered pointing it out, but seeing her junior's innocently pouting face, she swallowed it down.
Maybe she was just getting overly sensitive with age.
Anyway, Bella had come for a reason.
"Auntie Lumina, forget that—I've got breaking news! Breaking news!"
"Break... ing news?"
"Yeah! Remember how I said I might've found a villain hideout? The tracking's almost done!"
"For real?! Wow... Impressive, Bella. As expected of a rising magical girl star. Back when I was your age, I was just focused on fighting villains head-on—I never thought to track down their hideouts myself."
Among magical girls, only the top eight with the most outstanding skills could ascend to the elite hierarchy, the Prismatic Eight.
The moment they took a seat, they weren't just "magical girls" anymore—they became state-endorsed strategic assets, symbols of humanity's defense, revered as such.
And one of them, bearer of the yellow light.
Yellow Bella.
Debuted just over three years ago, yet she'd already claimed one of those seats.
Government agencies often poured years of effort into barely sniffing out villain hideouts, but Bella had uncovered three on her own in the past year, proving her worth.
Even Sora, the veteran, was amazed enough to click her tongue in admiration.
"Hehe, thanks, Auntie. But actually... I found another villain hideout this time. It's huge, though. Big enough that it'd take at least two Prismatic Eight members?"
"Oh, really?"
"Yeah. So... for the next sortie, could you come with me, Auntie? Even as a Prismatic Eight, I'm the baby, so I'm super nervous. You've always had my back, Auntie Lumina."
Bella's voice trembled innocently, but her yellow eyes gleamed with something peculiar.
To be sure, reaching a Prismatic Eight seat required years of achievements and countless battles.
Yet whispers said Bella, only in her third year, had snagged hers thanks to public popularity.
So among her fellow Prismatic Eight, murmurs of "she doesn't deserve it" still lingered.
That's why she was leaning on her now—needing the veteran who'd always fought alongside her as a mentor, Pink Lumina.
'Hehe. She's still just a kid. Well, she was in high school just a few months ago...'
Looking at Bella—eyes sparkling with youthful innocence, arms outstretched like a clinging little hamster—Sora felt a sisterly affection.
Most other magical girls would dodge a cooperation request as "splitting the profits," but Sora was the senior nearing retirement.
No greed, no calculations.
"Sure. Tell me the moment you pinpoint that base. I'll go with you."
"Wooow~! Auntie Pink Lumina is the best!"
The second she got permission, Bella leaped up in bubbly joy and threw herself into Sora's arms.
The warmth and scent of her junior seeped through the yellow costume.
Sora smiled along for a moment at the endearing sight.
But she didn't know yet.
"Kuk... Loose-cunted hag, you're done for soon."
Behind the cute, clinging smile on Bella's face leaked a venomous whisper from within.
What dwelled in those sparkling yellow eyes wasn't respect or envy.
It was greed—to one day topple Pink Lumina and reign as the true master of the Prismatic Eight.