Chapter 32
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 32
Chapter Title: Beautiful and Radiant
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Beautifully, and splendidly.
Anger clouds judgment.
It's primal, passionate, and intense by nature. That's why those gripped by anger tend to veer into biased thinking.
It's only natural. Once reason is overtaken by rage, clear-headed decisions become practically impossible for the individual.
But.
Even with her reason half-paralyzed by fury, the Magical Futanari Leader instinctively realized it.
'Oh shit!'
She didn't know what it was, but one thing was clear: she couldn't stand in the path of that swinging sword.
If she didn't...
'I'll die!'
Death would come knocking.
Her primal craving for life forced the Leader's body flat to the ground in a desperate dive.
The so-called Magical Prostrate.
A groveling, ugly stance utterly unbecoming of a Magical Futanari Leader.
But she didn't regret the choice.
'That was close!'
Had she not, she'd be sprawled out now, spewing Magical blood like the others.
Just like the two Magical Futanari now combat-ineffective to her sides.
Intricate Magical wounds were carved into the bodies of the two downed Magical Futanari, same as before.
This time, the cuts ran deeper, but they stopped just short of fatal Magical injuries.
The wounds carried two messages.
I could kill you easily, but I'll settle for subduing you.
But don't expect mercy.
At that moment, the Magical Reaper aimed his slightly brighter sword and declared calmly.
"Four left."
The death sentence for the Magical Futanari.
By now, even the Magical Futanari Leader had to admit it. She didn't want to, but with half their numbers taken out single-handedly, denial was futile.
That man had something.
Some kind of Magical means—powerful enough to wound a Magical Girl's body effortlessly, precise enough to calibrate the damage.
She didn't know what it was. It felt vaguely like a Magical Girl's magic.
But different in nature.
This isn't for fighting Monsters.
It was made to kill people, for sure.
The thought sent chills down her spine unbidden.
But that wasn't the point.
This man was no ordinary guy.
He could be treated as a Magical Girl, practically.
Which meant facing him was the same as facing a Magical Girl.
Kill him, or run.
If possible, rape him first.
That was it.
And it wasn't just the Leader's thinking.
Resolution dripped from the eyes and groins of the remaining three Magical Futanari.
A Magical resolve to harm others.
One Magical Futanari swiftly swung her magic wand vertically, manifesting her spell.
"Lightning Strike!"
"Lightning Strike!"
A single bolt of Magical lightning flashed silently from the night sky toward the man.
—!
But the lightning merely gouged the innocent earth.
The man had already slipped out of its effective range. He'd probably started moving the moment the wand swung.
No real payoff for such a grand spell. A letdown, almost.
But.
'That's how you'd play it.'
No one despaired.
"Now's our chance!"
This was exactly what they'd baited.
"Leave it to us!"
"Let's go."
On the Leader's signal, the two Magical Futanari scattered to the flanks and unleashed their spells at the man.
"Wind Fang!"
"Wind Fang!"
"Stone Wave."
"Stone Wave."
Sharp winds tore in from one side, while rocks surged wildly from the other.
"Lightning Strike!"
"Lightning Strike!"
Another bolt from behind.
Flanked and pursued by spells, the man darted forward to evade.
The Magical Futanari Leader grinned.
'Gotcha.'
The plan was unfolding better than expected.
Missiles that didn't hit weren't useless.
They could force movement like this.
Eventually, they'd herd him into an encirclement.
Then repeat, tightening the Magical noose bit by bit.
By the time he noticed, escape would be impossible—a perfect Magical trap.
Once cornered beyond evasion, they'd blast from all sides at once.
That was the Futanari hunt tactic.
'Perfect.'
A form of Magical herding hunt.
Prey: the man.
Hunters: the Magical Futanari.
Of course, control the intensity.
Push too hard, and the prey might lash out unpredictably.
No needless variables.
Slow and steady, then.
But relentless offense, no gaps.
That way, the prey focuses solely on dodging, never countering.
And now.
The perfect hunt was in motion.
Business as usual.
"Leader!"
The signal came right on cue.
"Right."
The Magical Futanari had the man surrounded at optimal Magical distance.
Leader front.
The rest: flanks and rear.
By the book.
'Good.'
No dodging this.
This space could be blanketed by their four spells with room to spare.
The Leader smirked.
"Alright, everyone—begin—!"
But before she finished, the man's sword lashed out fiercely.
Left, back, right.
Half Moon
A crescent followed the blade's arc.
No Magical environmental shift like their spells. No slashing sound, not even the whisper of steel through air.
But results weren't absent.
The Futanari along that crescent path collapsed suddenly. Shallow pools of blood formed where they fell.
What the hell?!
The Leader couldn't comprehend.
The plan was flawless. They'd tightened the noose on their prey, one step from the kill.
That weird technique from before?
They'd positioned for it.
Even if hit, only two max. If it could strike multiple, he'd have done it sooner—no reason to hide his hand.
Then the man locked eyes with her.
"You think I haven't dealt with pieces of shit like you before?"
"Magical Futanari?"
"...Forget it, fuck. Never mind."
He sneered.
"One left."
Words barely out, his form blurred.
By the time he sharpened, he was upon the Leader.
"Survive on your own this time."
He stomped forward hard.
Sword blazing bright, swung wide.
"Bit tricky to hold back in this state."
Too late for a wand spell now.
But.
"Wa—"
"Hornet Cannon!"
"Hornet Cannon!"
Semen globs erupted from the Leader's lower body.
- Splurt! Splurt! Splurt!
"Ah, you filthy bitch."
The man yanked his sword back, leaping away to dodge the globs. They pelted the ground harmlessly.
- Boom! Boom! Boom!
The earth exploded like from shells. Sticky white coated the craters.
This was one reason she was the Leader.
The others couldn't yet cast potent spells from their dicks.
The Leader sighed.
"Hoo."
Relief at survival, exhaustion from forcing the spell.
'Thought I was done.'
Crisis averted, barely.
But no complacency. Any breather, and he'd charge like before.
So.
'No openings.'
Keep the pressure. She decided swiftly.
Action followed instantly.
"Float like a hornet!"
"Float like a hornet!"
Wings manifested on her back via magic; she zigzagged erratically.
"Sting like a hornet!"
"Sting like a hornet!"
She dove from a blind spot, stabbing down.
Her old style as Magical Girl Creamy Hornet.
A past moment, now revived here.
Just to kill one man.
- Shrieeek!
A fierce thrust from her blind spot along a firing line. A dull white trail tore through the air.
By the time the sonic boom hit, penetration was inevitable.
Unilateral, unfair assault.
"Knew you'd pull that, you fuck."
But the man reacted.
"You all think alike."
Eyes full of pitying contempt, he sneered leisurely.
Then swung his faint sword horizontally.
Dark Moon
A keen crescent blocked the thrust.
Attack foiled, the Leader tried ascending for another one-sided strike.
"Float like a ho—!"
Then his sword, a touch brighter, slashed vertically.
New Moon
A chilling sliver moon severed one of her back wings.
Silently, utterly quiet.
"Ah, crap!"
Balance lost, the Leader plummeted. The man waited below.
Swinging his glowing sword quietly.
Half Moon
A crescent etched into the ground.
But the Leader didn't panic. She even smirked faintly.
Two reasons.
She'd half-expected this.
And.
"Huge Erection!"
"Huge Erection!"
- Bluuuuurp!
Semen from below formed a massive globe around the man, trapping him.
Like a Magical net.
The crescent erased half the globe—precisely the front.
No escape now.
'Yes!'
The Leader exulted inwardly.
She hadn't expected a direct hit. Just binding his feet sufficed—its purpose.
The real spell came now.
"Cum in Hive!!!"
"Cum in Hive!!!"
⟨ Cum in Hive ⟩
A savage wave of white surged.
- Spuuuurt!
Recoil strained even a Magical Girl's body. Legs planted, she still slid back inch by inch.
But the Leader held firm.
She ramped it up.
Fresh wings stabilized her.
A feat for wand-wielding Magical Girls and sword-bearing Futanari hybrids.
Dual-wield magic.
'It's over!'i>
The Leader grinned viciously.
Her lower body's fluid turned even more acrid.
No dodging—all directions choked with semen. Only take it head-on.
Even escape meant eventual engulfment.
Certain victory.
What the hell is that guy...?
But the man seemed unfazed.
Doomed to be swept up, yet he stood stock-still.
Just.
Laughing...?
Ferociously grinning.
Incomprehensible. What gave him such confidence? Seconds from the end.
...Wait.
A sudden realization.
Too frantic to notice before, but something odd about the man.
Specifically, his sword.
That sword... it's been...
Getting brighter.
In a flash, she replayed the fight.
Dark Moon.
New Moon.
Half Moon.
Each swing, brighter.
Faint and vague at first, then noticeably, dazzlingly so.
And now.
Blinding radiance poured from it unchecked.
Like a waxing moon.
Start: new.
Then crescent.
Half.
End:...
Obviously.
Only one possibility.
Then the man intoned her realization calmly.
Swinging his wildly shining sword.
A radiant full moon manifested in the world.
"Wha...t..."
The Magical Futanari Leader spat out hollow words.
Pointless, she knew, but she couldn't help it.
"What the hell..."
Unbelievable sight.
The moment the full moon traced silently, her spell vanished in one stroke.
Cleanly erased. As if she'd never cast it.
She had, though—no mana left, surroundings drenched in thick semen.
Yet where the moon appeared, nothing remained but the man.
As if space itself were carved out.
Or.
"This can't be..."
The moon had eaten the magic.
"Ha..."
Strength fled.
From her body.
From below.
Physical limits hit, sure. No mana, barely enough stamina to stand.
But more than that.
Her heavy resolve shattered.
"Ha."
Thinking back, utterly ridiculous.
Who was hunting whom?
How dare she spout such Magical nonsense.
If he'd wanted to kill, she'd be dead—what gave her that confidence?
If I'd known...
Should've run. Sticky regret surged.
- Step.
Footsteps approached.
The man, sword dimmed, closed in slowly.
Slumped, the Leader voiced her question.
"Who... are you..."
Just who?
Who could dispatch even notorious Magical felons so anticlimactically?
Who wielded such unreasonable, overwhelming power—yet fought for Magical Girls?
The man answered calmly.
"Hero."
"...What?"
A sighing query from the Leader.
He added flesh to it.
"Hero of the Moon."
Still nonsense.
Heroes didn't exist—mere glimpses from childhood Magical fairy tales.
Why here, now?
"What're you talking about..."
Magical Leader's virtue was composure, but even that was gone. His answer was too bizarre.
Yet the Hero showed no reaction.
Dark Moon
Just emotionlessly swung.
A keen moon appeared, vanished.
Blood sprayed skyward.
Vision inverted, then black.
"Hero my ass..."
And.
"Just a crazy bastard..."
Dripping with futility, one last question.
"Lost to trash like this, fuck..."
Her? His final memory.