Chapter 33
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 33
Chapter Title: Intermission - Magical Cleanup (1)
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A sigh of relief escaped my lips.
"Ha."
It really was a stroke of luck.
Honestly, just moments ago, I'd been certain those futanari would break through my defenses without mercy. The atmosphere had even shifted halfway in that direction.
Yet not only had I reclaimed my Moonlight Sword, but now I could wield magic power as well.
Especially since the fight's conditions had been so overwhelmingly in my favor.
The dead of night as a temporal advantage.
The vast open grounds as a spatial one.
On top of that, these Magical major criminals seemed accustomed only to ganging up and herding victims to injure them—they weren't used to actual combat.
A herd hunt always demands caution right up to the final moment. You have to keep suspecting things from the point where it all seems to flow too smoothly.
In that regard, those otherworld bastards were far superior. They'd hound you so relentlessly that the word "vicious" came to mind unbidden.
Well, anyway.
Thanks to all that, I'd taken down a group without a scratch. Especially fortunate that I hadn't gotten pierced by any dicks.
I had no choice but to call it good luck.
"Still feels a bit lacking, though."
Of course, my power hadn't fully returned, so there was a twinge of regret. Roughly estimating, it was about a third or maybe a quarter recovered.
Plus, I could only use certain spells, and I hadn't properly controlled the final Full Moon. It hadn't even unleashed its maximum power.
In other words, I still had a long way to go.
I didn't even know how to fully regain my strength, let alone how long it would take.
Well, still better than nothing.
Infinitely preferable to not being able to use magic at all.
It meant I had at least the bare minimum means to overcome crises like this one.
"And my hair's back too."
That said, I hadn't expected it to grow out like this.
It had lengthened only from the back of my original hair, forming a sort of ponytail.
That was my hair now.
Of course, it didn't feel awkward or unwelcome.
If anything, it felt familiar—almost nostalgic.
This was the style the girl in that other world had done up for me.
That's why I'd kept it like this throughout my time there. It was practically the only way I could remember her.
If anything was tricky, it was explaining it to Sora and Whitey. But I could brush it off with some vague excuse.
They weren't like me anyway—real psychos, the both of them.
They'd buy whatever and move on.
Then a sudden thought crossed my mind.
"Wonder if she's doing okay."
I missed the girl.
I knew we couldn't meet anymore, but if the chance ever came, I'd love to see her again.
Of course, she might've forgotten me by now.
It had been ages since we parted; no reason she would remember.
Still, just seeing her safe and well would be enough to satisfy me.
She'd been the most precious thing in that other world, after all.
"Gotta go visit if I get the chance someday."
Separate from that, though, I had business to handle right now.
I'd dealt with the futanari adequately, but I couldn't let my guard down yet.
They had Magical Girls' bodies. Give them any leeway, and they'd recover in no time. A few were already healing as we spoke.
"Fucking creepy as hell."
Even accounting for how I'd held back, their recovery speed was insanely fast.
Was this what a Magical Girl's body was like?
Honestly, it was unfair as hell—and a little enviable.
Purely in terms of physique, it outclassed even my prime.
Back then, I'd forcibly scrape together magic power just to knit my shattered body back together for treatment.
And that was impossible without full power restored, like now.
At best, I could tap into it momentarily during spells—and only with the Moonlight Sword in hand.
Well, anyway.
They were all still out cold. Best to restrain them as quickly as possible while I had the chance.
I reverse-summoned the Moonlight Sword and swiftly cuffed the futanari's wrists with Magical handcuffs.
Not mine, though.
I used Whitey's instead.
It might seem tedious, even pathetic. This way, Whitey would hog all the credit.
But it wasn't a thoughtless move.
I'd weighed it carefully before acting.
There were two reasons for it.
First, no need to publicly advertise that I'd done it.
What kind of place was the military, after all?
If you had ability, they didn't praise you—they just piled on more work.
Magical Girls probably weren't much different.
Showing off that I could take these guys down wouldn't bring any benefits.
They wouldn't marvel at my greatness; they'd just shove me into even riskier spots.
That's why "just get to mid-tier" is solid advice.
Mid-tier means they won't push you beyond that.
Bottom line: staying low-key is best.
Whether army life or Magical Girl life, standing out never led to good things.
Even if I had to reveal my skills someday, now wasn't the time.
Second, Whitey needs a break.
I didn't know why exactly, but from her earlier attitude, she clearly had some pressing reason.
So why not let her have some leave?
I wasn't desperate for time off anyway.
Promotion was what I needed.
And promotions came by barracks unit as a reward.
From my perspective, it didn't matter who landed the decisive blow—what mattered was which barracks they belonged to.
If Whitey took the credit here, she'd get the leave, and I'd be up for promotion.
That's why I did it.
Not that it didn't sting a little—I vented by flicking Whitey's forehead hard.
"You'd better be grateful to me."
"Ow... Ah...!"
I'd hit her pretty hard, but like before, Whitey just groaned without coming to.
In her current state, nothing short of something extreme would wake her, but I had no intention of going there.
I never fuck Magical Girls, after all.
That aside, I wasn't planning to just leave it at this. If I did, Whitey would face intense grilling later.
Like, "How the hell did you catch them?"
One alone might pass, but all eight by Whitey? Anyone would smell something fishy.
Especially since the wounds I'd inflicted on these Magical major criminals had mostly healed. Capturing them unscathed? No one would buy it.
So the solution was obvious.
Create evidence.
Perfect proof that Whitey did it.
"Hey, borrowing this."
I pulled out Whitey's magic wand—specifically, its double-barrel shotgun form.
I overlapped her finger on the trigger with mine. I'd pull it with my will to manifest her magic.
This should let me cast her spells.
I'd done something similar with that suicidal Monster before.
Sure enough, I aimed at one of the futanari.
"Alright, first one."
I planned to inflict a light wound, just enough.
Targeting the outer calf.
Not lethal, but it'd make walking tough.
Not a spot that hurts too badly either, so no waking an unconscious target.
They could get hurt bad for all I cared, but lighter was preferable. I didn't enjoy tormenting people.
Circumstantial evidence that Whitey did it was all I needed. Nothing more.
I steadied my breath and pulled the trigger.
- Bang!
The shot rang out, and the magic fired.
"Hm..."
But the actual hit landed a bit off from my aim. By about a calf's width.
Yeah.
It struck the dick.
Maybe because I'd pulled with her finger overlaid, the aim felt way off from what I expected.
In the end, the futanari's cock exploded.
Flesh chunks, thick blood, and murky semen splattered everywhere.
"Gaaahhh!"
Bonus: the Magical major criminal, still out cold with eyes rolled back, let out an agonized scream before passing out again.
But it was fine.
"Close one. How does it miss like that?"
Still seven more targets left.
Do better next time.
Everyone slips up once.
"Y-You psycho bastard!"
Then a sharp voice cut through.
"Egads, what madness is this?!"
"What the hell are you doing?!"
"This is too far, even for you!"
Correction.
Not one voice—several.
The magic blast and the ear-piercing screams had apparently roused the rest of the futanari.
I looked at the first one I'd shot with pitiful eyes.
"Ugh, you idiot. Why'd you wake the others?"
Why were they such a nuisance?
This was why F-rankers were hopeless.
They should learn from an A-rank like me.
Well, anyway—plenty left to do.
I hoisted Whitey onto my back, gripped the magic wand, and slowly approached the futanari.
"Ah, fuck."
This crazy bitch. Heavy as hell.
Can't do this twice, no way.
"W-What are you planning?!"
One futanari, spotting me coming, freaked out and flailed. The Magical cuffs kept her from moving properly, though.
I flashed a friendly smile.
"Just gonna give you some scratches. If you criminals show up unscathed, won't you just invite unnecessary torture? Like, you know, interrogation."
Everything was wrapped up already.
Magical major criminals or not, no need for more emotional clashes.
So why not explain nicely and get their buy-in?
"And what's in it for us?"
"Might stir a little sympathy. Sound good?"
"W-Well, if you put it that way..."
Luckily, the futanari seemed more reasonable than they looked. The others around her seemed to grudgingly agree too.
I immediately aimed the wand.
"Here goes, then."
"Ugh... W-Wait a se─"
- Bang!
The moment the magic fired, I let out a faint sigh and shook my head.
"Ah, missed again."
This time, it slammed right into the dick too.
Honestly, not my fault.
Why the hell did they move?
I scolded the futanari with a rueful look.
"Hey, why'd you move? You made me miss."
"Aaaah! I said wait!"
"Did you? Speak faster next time."
That settled it.
Not my fault.
Talking slow to a hot-tempered Korean? Their fault for not getting to the point quick.
Well, expecting that from F-rankers was my mistake too, maybe.
Still, my aim was improving bit by bit. Good enough.
I could make up for it this time.
I reloaded and approached another futanari with a smile. She thrashed, tears and semen streaming endlessly.
"Stay back! I said stay back!"
"It's fine. Just a sting."
- Bang!
I pulled the trigger.
A shrill scream erupted.
"Kyaaaah!"
"Ah, told you to stay still."
But it still missed. Her flailing burst both balls instead.
"Ha, shit."
Now I was pissed.
No matter how bad my shooting, missing three times in a row hurt my pride.
Not even my fault—why keep veering off? Felt so unfair.
One more shot, then.
- Bang!
But predictably, the magic missed again. Only blew up the useless rod.
My frustration exploded too.
"Ah, seriously! Stop moving!"
"Like I can stop!!!"
Just trying to hit one damn calf—why the chaos? They couldn't follow simple instructions. Total psychos, as expected from ex-Magical Girls.
Well, what could I do?
Sane one here has to endure.
I'm the Hero, after all.
I reloaded again and slowly approached the remaining futanari.
"Anyway, I'll do it right from now on."
Forcing the friendliest smile I could muster.