Chapter 31
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 31
Chapter Title: The Moon Rises
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Suddenly, a single phrase echoed out.
"New Moon."
In that fleeting instant, a thin thread-like line slashed through the air.
But...
No one present dismissed it as trivial. To be more precise, they hadn't even noticed it at all.
They were too busy pitting their Magical manhoods against one another.
"I'm next. Got any complaints?"
"None at all! We decide Magical order fair and square with our swords!"
"Good. Magical duel it is. From your Magical skirt, draw the 'sword' called Magical Cock."
Only the Magical Futanari leader, with her sharper senses, caught the oddity and looked up.
What was that just now...?
But that was as far as it went.
She didn't think too much of it.
"Leader, you okay? Wanna feel up some Magical Cock?"
"Nah, must've been Magical hallucinations. Felt like I saw something weird for a second there."
"You good? Should we send out a few for Magical recon, just in case?"
"No need. It's nothing."
Just a Magical misfire, probably.
She brushed it off like that.
It was inevitable, really.
The opponent's only Magical firepower—those two Magical Girls—had been neutralized with Magical aphrodisiacs long ago.
The only one still relatively intact was a single guy. And even he'd passed out cold just moments before.
There was no way for any Magical wildcard to intervene.
A sudden Magical hallucination?
Some unknown thing that appeared and vanished?
Not even worth calling a wildcard. Everyone here possessed the sturdy bodies of Magical Girls—how could anything turn the tables?
Impossible. Absolutely.
So the Magical Futanari leader didn't let her thoughts stray into worry.
Eh, probably nothing.
She just smiled, watching her Futanari crew compete with their hefty Magical manhoods.
"The first one stabbed is the Magical bitch! Got it?!"
It was a truly blissful moment.
- Thud, splatter splatter.
"Huh?"
The sound of fresh blood sprinkling onto the ground.
And then.
"Hey, did everyone just hear some kinda—"
- Thump.
Before the voice asking that question could finish, the sound of someone collapsing rang out.
"...Huh?"
The one sprawled on the ground was the oldest Magical Futanari. She'd been fine just a moment ago, but now she was face-down in the dirt.
This time, even the Magical Futanari didn't brush it off lightly.
"Huh? What happened?"
"Why'd she drop like that?"
"Did something go wrong with her Magical parts?"
Chaos spread through the suddenly chilled air like wildfire across a dry plain.
In response to the abrupt Magical anomaly, the Magical Futanari leader rushed to the older woman's side.
"Granny, too much blood rushing downstairs?"
Maybe the title of leader wasn't just for show. She struggled to maintain the calm befitting one.
"That's why I told you to take your Magical anemia meds on schedule."
A true leader never wavers.
They must remain steadfast at all times.
In mind... and below the belt.
"Or did you finally find it? That Magical all-you-can-eat buffet you always talked about."
She even tossed in a light, heavy joke with a grin to ease the mood.
But...
The moment the Magical Futanari leader reached the older woman, she could no longer keep her composure.
"What the..."
The elder Futanari still wore that sleazy grin on her face.
"What the hell...!"
Her body bore a massive Magical gash running across her torso and Magical manhood.
And her Magical cock—it was split into two. Forked right down the middle.
"What the fuck happened?!"
The Magical Futanari leader spat out her question amid the chaos. The elder's body answered.
More precisely, the gush of fresh blood spurting from the wound.
Her expression hadn't changed.
She hadn't even had time to register the pain before blacking out completely.
Fortunately, the wound had missed all vital Magical organs. It was more about subduing than killing.
Perilously close, but stopped just one step from the brink of death.
Not that it mattered.
She couldn't believe her eyes.
These weren't just any Magical felons—they were the real deal among heavyweights.
Surviving this long without capture was proof of their strength.
Even with intel from their snitch, only those who could execute it perfectly had made it through against Magical Girls.
In other words, their skills were legit.
And each had their own Magical disposition to boot. True powerhouses committed fully, after all.
They wouldn't hesitate to Magical-blast strangers.
They could get brutal when needed, crossing any line without fear.
No wonder they were Magical heavyweights.
Both qualities made them major criminals.
Yet...
"Who the fuck is it?!"
Who the hell had done this to them?
The Magical Futanari leader quashed the rising confusion with rage, her mind racing.
Magical Girl flesh wasn't easy to wound. Most weapons couldn't even scratch it.
So the culprit had to be one of two: a Monster or a Magical Girl.
Not the latter.
She ruled out Monsters immediately.
No Magical alert had gone off. Even if one was around, the advance Magical Girls would've shredded it already.
That left one option.
"Son of a bitch!"
Magical Girls.
The repulsive, loathsome pests ruining their happy lives to the end—they had to be the Magical culprits.
In other words...
There was another Magical Girl besides the two they'd drugged into oblivion.
The leader's judgment was swift.
"Everyone, on high alert! Prep your spells for immediate cast!"
"Leader, what's this all of a sudden?"
One Magical Futanari voiced her confusion.
The already chaotic situation, plus the leader barking orders without explanation—it didn't add up.
Catching on, the leader clarified for all.
"Those bitches are here."
A Magical Girl among them.
No sooner had the words left her mouth than the rest gripped their magic wands, readying spells.
Memorizing incantations for instant activation.
As they desperately scanned their surroundings, one spoke up.
"Leader, how many? What kinda magic?"
Confusion dripped from her words and the fluid from her crotch, but there was still cool-headed assessment.
A textbook Magical heavyweight.
But...
"No clue."
"What?"
The leader couldn't answer.
"Leader, what do you mean?"
"I said I don't know."
Everything was unknown.
All she knew was that it was a Magical Girl—the rest was uncharted territory.
How many were targeting them.
How they planned to strike.
And above all...
How the fuck did they know we were here?
How had they tracked them down?
Their spot was far from the Magical Girls' main force—practically isolated in the Magical rear.
Isolated enough that any commotion here wouldn't reach them.
Yet...
How had they pinpointed this exact location? They'd even landed a clean hit.
Not a damn clue. It felt like being adrift in unknown waters.
Then, a sudden thought struck her.
No way.
A mole among them?
Just a possibility, but the leader was half-convinced. If true, the pieces fit.
Otherwise, why target exactly here? Bonus points for pulling off a Magical ambush.
But...
Who the hell would be the mole?
Who to suspect?
The snitch?
Or one of these Magical felons?
Not the snitch.
She went with the latter.
The intel had been flawless—no loose ends, no room for variables.
Things had gone smoothly until now; this was just a deviation.
Betraying at this point made no sense.
No gain in it.
If selling them out, she'd have done it sooner.
Unlike before, turning them in now yielded zero profit.
The other felons, though?
Very possible.
They'd stab each other in the back at the slightest misstep.
No deep friendships here—no faint bonds of camaraderie, either.
Just thick, sticky fluids.
Anyway.
The Futanari leader reached a conclusion.
There was a traitor in their midst.
Motives aplenty: amnesty, reduced sentence, whatever.
But...
Who, though?
She couldn't narrow it down.
That one?
First suspect: the still-unconscious elder Futanari.
No fatal wound, yet no resistance before dropping? Suspicious.
Staged, for sure.
But...
Nah.
She dismissed it quickly.
Magical Girl magic was potent but crude and rough.
Made sense. Precision was wasted on killing Monsters—raw power and efficiency ruled.
Yet...
A precise Magical wound like that?
To subdue the mole gently, snipe the rest in secret?
Tedious and risky.
Better options existed. Safer ones.
Like wiping them all out.
Targeting one with magic is inefficient. Tough to pull off, too.
So suspects narrowed to the five besides herself.
But that was it.
No further certainty. Suspicions flickered and faded.
Paranoia spiraled.
One of them a traitor?
Or more than one?
Or maybe...
All of them?
If only we had a mascot right now...!
The leader gritted her teeth.
Since becoming a Magical felon, mascots had devolved into mere dumb beasts, stripped of will.
She'd ditched hers as nuisances, but now, with no one trustworthy, they'd be the only reliable ally.
Useless in combat, sure—but someone honest to vent to would've helped.
But nothing now.
The agony was hers alone.
Her bloodshot eyes glared at the others.
No one she could trust crushed her mentally.
Her lower half twitched erratically, standing rigid toward the sky.
Bad sign.
Psychological pressure mounting.
That's when one Futanari, visibly tense, hesitantly spoke up.
"Um, Leader... that..."
"What?!"
Her sharp retort flew out, nerves and cock on edge.
"N-no... I mean... uh..."
"Spit it out!"
Cowed by the sharper tone, the Futanari blurted it.
"Th-that guy! Where'd he go?!"
"...Huh?"
Then it hit the leader.
The elder had been ambushed, dropping without resistance.
Onto 'empty' ground.
Since when...?
Something that should've been there was gone.
Dread crawled up from below.
No one to blame, though. Stepping on a guy barely registers.
Against Magical Girl durability, male resistance was less than a crawling bug.
Like squashing an ant.
And sensing what a tiny Magical ant does? Near impossible.
The gap was that vast.
Between Magical Girl and man.
Meanwhile, the others felt the unease too, muttering anxiously.
"R-right! Where's that guy?"
"Dunno..."
"He was on the ground a minute ago..."
Then one perked up.
"Ah! The Magical camcorder might've caught something!"
No sooner said, she strode 'boldly' toward the dropped camcorder.
That instant, the leader's instincts screamed.
Their trusty Magical camcorder looked... off today.
How to put it?
Ah, yes.
Like a Magical fishing hook.
Dangling over a still pond to lure something.
And that something was obviously...
"W-wait!"
The leader tried to stop her desperately.
But the other ignored her, reaching for the camcorder.
"This'll show what happened—"
"New Moon."
In that moment, a sharp moonblade flashed.
A barely visible thread-line.
Seemingly insignificant at a glance.
But the result was anything but.
The camcorder split in two. Silently, as if it was meant to.
And then.
After the line faded, two sounds rang out in succession, just like before.
Fresh blood splattering.
A figure crumpling limply to the ground.
But one difference this time.
"Six more to go."
A flat voice followed.
The six remaining Magical Futanari, leader included, whipped toward the source.
There stood the man.
The nameless guy who couldn't stand straight, passing out after his belt was yanked.
Now he stood steady.
Though different in two ways from before.
First, his hair.
Still that moderate mess.
But the back had grown longer, neatly tied into a Magical ponytail.
No clue why, but it evoked a Magical Girl awakening.
Second, something in his hand.
A long, vaguely shaped thing. Could vanish any second, faintly glowing.
Hard to describe, but if comparing...
A sword...?
A single blade, dimly shining.
As the stunned leader stared silently, his jet-black eyes locked onto hers precisely.
No emotion readable.
No thoughts discernible.
Just one primal sensation.
What... what the hell...?
Like meeting the gaze of the Magical Grim Reaper.
"Fucking hell."
Rage surged suddenly.
Through her head.
Through her crotch.
All her mental torment caused by not a Magical Girl, but this one worthless man.
Humiliating. Degrading.
And he'd called them "beasts" just now. Them, who deserved utmost reverence—treated like Magical animals.
Not enough? She'd even felt fear, however briefly, toward this inferior male compared to superior Magical Futanari.
Utterly intolerable.
"You cocky little shit, staring like that."
This weak-ass man, lucky to disable two, strutting like that—she couldn't just watch.
The leader aimed her wand.
Her cock stood tall, aimed too.
"Eyes down."
She bit her lip, vowing.
Wouldn't end nice. Rip off limbs one by one, yank out organs.
Then rape him insane till he wished for death—but keep him alive, regretting forever.
Even if it meant pathetic capture later—she'd kill this bastard for sure.
She swore it.
"I said keep those eyes shut, you fucking—!"
That instant.
"Crescent Moon."
A chilling crescent sliced the air.