Chapter 117
Chapter 117
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 117
Chapter Title: Magical Girl Won't Submit! -5
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The movements were different.
It was fundamentally unlike the hunting dogs controlled by that pathetic Eternal Dark or whatever. Each one of those tentacles was unleashing incredibly nimble assaults.
A pro. "Yuri Frostlover"... That guy was a true combat expert!
Whether it was reading magic power or the sheer amount of it, the Four Heavenly King held the edge. There wasn't a single weakness to exploit.
Closing in meant getting outmatched in close quarters, while keeping distance led to getting overwhelmed by those plant stems. The ace up his sleeve to turn this dire situation around was transformation—but no way!
He couldn't use it.
One more transformation, and the completely busted "Transformation Device (Dreaming Mirror)" might turn him into a girl for good. With Rodrus's hesitation tipping the scales—the battle—
Whirr-!!
"Ngh...!!"
"Got you, Magical Girl 'Pure Night'."
—ended in Rodrus's defeat.
Plant stems coiled around Rodrus's ankles, hoisting him upside down. Gravity tugged at his clothes, flipping them up and exposing him. Luckily, the outfit included bloomers, so his lower half was somewhat safe...
"What a cute navel."
"Damn it, d-don't look!!"
Desperate thrashing did nothing to loosen the binds. Magic power... Pure Energy was critically low!
Gazing at the two dangling magical girls, the plant monster bellowed.
"The citizens around are watching your fight-mong! Hurry up and draw out that Pure Energy-mong!"
"So what the hell do you expect me to do in this situation!!"
"Got you all alive. Now I'll take my time tormenting you... and wring out every last drop of Impure Energy. Be good little factories."
A chill ran down his spine...!!
"You bastard, eyeing me like that...!"
"There's pleasure in taming a feisty girl."
Shlurp!
Slippery plant stems slithered into the gaps of Pure Night's outfit. They started at the edges—inside her socks, the nape of her neck, the ribbon-wrapped arms.
"Ngh, ah...!!"
A moan slipped from Pure Night's lips before she could stop it. Rodrus clenched his teeth, trying to hold out, but it played out exactly as he'd feared from staring in the mirror.
Just teasing the skin was torture. Her hypersensitive body couldn't handle the stimulation. The tentacles squelched across Pure Night's pale skin as they crawled.
"Th-this...!!"
Pain she could endure. The goosebumps prickling her skin and the strange heat creeping through her body—she could grit through that too. But...
But those gazes! The heated stares from the passersby...!
Shame burned through her skull. Caught by a monster, toyed with like a plaything—right in front of everyone.
And the worst part? Pure Energy was flowing in real-time from the citizens. She couldn't shut her eyes and ignore it. She felt their stares with her entire body.
Overwhelmed by indescribable humiliation, Pure Night trembled.
But stay calm. The influx of magic was a good sign. Their lecherous gazes feasting on a magical girl getting defiled were vile, but the magic they generated was pure.
She could use this to turn the tables.
Pure Rodeo, who'd been caught first, was probably stockpiling power too. They'd break free at the same moment and strike back.
Rodus shot a quick glance at Kim Lulu. She had to be enduring the shame, gathering energy...
"Feels good. Yeah, ah, right there. My shoulders feel amazing. So gooood~"
"...What the hell are you doing?"
Why was she enjoying it?
"Oh, Pure Night. What do you mean?"
"No, seriously, what are you doing? Why aren't you struggling? Why are you just hanging there like a good girl?"
The response was something else.
"Well, it's a free massage, duh. Slippery and loosening up my muscles—feels great."
"...The one giving it is a Four Heavenly King from an evil organization."
"Yup! No clue why this dummy monster's suddenly playing masseuse, but good's good. Gonna enjoy it to the fullest, then smash him in one shot."
"........."
Rodus's mind went blank. What the hell was she saying?
This wasn't a full-body massage for magical girls—it was defilement. Judging by how those plant tentacles groped Kim Lulu's body, they were packed with intent to tease and humiliate.
The ones that started first were already delving deep inside her clothes. And she was brushing it off as a massage...? Did she have no shame?
No way.
Rodus asked, half-disbelieving.
"You do know how babies are made, right?"
"Nah? It just happens or whatever."
"........."
"Oh, but I know you need an alchemist!"
She wasn't unscathed from the defiling. She was so clueless she didn't even realize it was defiling!
Slither...
The tentacles groping Kim Lulu awkwardly withdrew. Then, as if they'd always been proper, they switched fully to muscle massage.
And on him, the tentacles were probing even more intimate spots. Injustice boiled up, and Rodrus shouted.
"Why the discrimination?!"
"Defiling the pure isn't my thing."
"That's not—stop! Don't go inside the tunic...!!"
In the end, one side got a full muscle massage, the other every kind of torment. They scraped together enough Pure Energy from the citizens to finally break free.
"Ugh, urgh... ngh..."
"Massage over, 'Rodeo Punch'!"
"Tch, breaking free like that... As expected of a magical girl. I'll pull back this time. Farewell."
The Four Heavenly King left coolly, face satisfied after getting his fill. Kim Lulu struck a victory pose to commemorate the battle, while Pure Night slumped over, sticky in all sorts of ways.
"Damn it...!! Next time, next time it won't be like this..."
"Odaesu, you bragged so much, yet you pass out from that? You're the type who melts from a shoulder rub, huh?"
"Sh—shut up, aaah!!"
Kim Lulu delivered the finishing blow. Rodrus screamed, rage surging. The battle left nothing but wounds for her—in every sense.
"Odaesu maaad? Aww, c'mon. Losing to the strong ain't shameful! Here, fighting!"
"You—you, just shut your mouth already, you empty-headed idiot."
"Light head's good, right? Less strain on the neck."
"I was insulting you just now-!!"
Rodus's fragile girl body sometimes suffered low blood pressure, but it was cured right now. Kim Lulu was a walking blood pressure booster for Rodrus. Still, she helped with the cleanup. After hauling the limp Rodrus back to Oh Hyein's place, they scrubbed off the sticky sap from the plant stems and changed her into fresh, fluffy clothes. Being washed by a girl using her own girl's body was plenty humiliating, but Kim Lulu's pure ignorance was some small comfort. With Rodrus sprawled on the sofa in a thin t-shirt and shorts, Oh Hyein plopped down beside her head and patted it.
"You had a rough one today, Daesu oppa. That Four Heavenly King was pretty tough~" "Hand off... fine. No energy to get mad today... Oh Hyein, you've been fighting through stuff like this?"
"Eh, kinda... similar stuff, but he seemed extra rough on you? Must be your type. Girls love you!"
"...I didn't ask for that kind of popularity."
Exhausted. Body and mind in tatters. Way better than rolling in the dungeon, sure... but still tired. As she started dozing off unwittingly, Oh Hyein whispered.
"Dinner time now? How 'bout staying awake a bit longer, Daesu oppa?"
"........."
Dinner. Rodus rubbed her eyes and sat up. Couldn't skip a meal. Otherworld food wasn't anything special. As a noble, Rodrus had sampled luxurious spreads plenty of times. But right now? Imprisoned in a dungeon, gnawing on cockroaches. He was starved half to death, so... eating felt great.
"Hang on a sec, I'll whip it up quick. Lulu, help sober up Daesu oppa!"
"Odaesu, chopstick game! Chopstick game!"
"No idea what that is, but I'm not playing any game with you—scram."
"Scared you'll lose..."
Chopstick games be damned—Rodus jabbed at Kim Lulu with fingers like rapiers. Soon, a finger-fencing duel broke out between them. Rodus's superior technique had Kim Lulu on the ropes, but the victory-starved girl started targeting vitals, evening the score. Like her chest.
"Where the hell are you stabbing—ngh!"
"Plant stems tickled you here before! Eat this, Odaesu—justice's judgment!"
"Where's the justice in sexual harassment, you uneducated brat!!"
As they killed time, humming from the kitchen joined the bubbling pot sounds. Bubble bubble bubble. A soothing sound. A warm one. They hadn't lived together long, but they'd shared a few meals already. Under one roof, Rodrus was learning about warmth, one step at a time. About this peaceful world. Boiling water meant dinner was ready, not torture prep. The knife clacking on the board was slicing green onions, not flesh. The girls' giggles came from Oh Hyein and Kim Lulu, not women drugged by Duke Redburn. Such similar sounds, yet worlds apart. Three gathered at the table. Menu: miso stew, kimchi, perfectly grilled Spam, garlic chive stir-fry. Unfamiliar flavors, but Rodrus could enjoy them now. Scoop miso with tofu and onion into the rice bowl, mash it around, top with garlic chives, and eat. He even knew to call this hearty savoriness now. Clink. Sporadic clinks of utensils on bowls. The quiet ones were Oh Hyein's; the neighborhood-broadcasting ones were Kim Lulu's. Her stomach warmed pleasantly. Not anger—comfort. Stability.
"Felt like I fought pretty good today."
"You seriously need to relearn how to fight...!!"
"Strong don't need fancy tricks, right?"
"You're! The! Weak one!"
Kim Lulu's nonsense still sparked some ire...! But after scraping the bowl clean and swallowing, Oh Hyein looked at Rodrus in wonder. He'd devoured it so heartily.
"How was dinner? Taste okay?"
"...Yeah, whatever. Not bad."
"Daesu oppa, can't you say it nicer?"
Rodus worked her lips. Praising a chef for fine work was noble etiquette. She'd decided to pretty up her words as requested. Impressive how she coaxed this much from plebeian scraps... That was pretty, right? So. Keep it simple. No flattery—just speak her honest feelings.
"This meal was—"
"...delicious."
Rodus awoke from a long dream and opened her eyes. Her parched, cracked voice echoed in the dank dungeon. She gasped for breath. No warm home—instead, humid, moldy air filled her lungs. Disoriented. Her frayed sense of reality screamed warning. A dream? Cold. Rough, callused hands scraped the prison floor. The dampness at her fingertips was bitingly frigid. Rodrus flinched and shook them off. Really just a dream? No magical girls around her, no lingering miso scent—nothing. Only Rodrus was locked up here. Dark. No sounds. Every noise in this lonely dungeon came from her own struggles. The delusion was over. This painful hell was reality. She staggered, then clutched her head and curled up. Especially cold today.
"Evil organization 'Legend of Devils' First Round Table Conference begins."
"Why are you still doing the concept...?!"
"Dark Princess 'Espoir de Eternal Dark', weakest among the Four Heavenly Kings—report first."
"So I'm not that name...!!"
The evil organization's executive meeting got underway.