Chapter 65
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 65
Chapter Title: The One Who Rubs and Makes Water Flow
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One question.
Regardless of place or gender, if you witnessed someone using an onahole, how would you react?
There'd probably be four main reactions.
A good deal of embarrassment.
Some attempt at understanding.
Genuine disgust and contempt.
Or begging to borrow it just once after promising to clean it thoroughly.
So.
What if that person called out your name while using the onahole?
Would you stick to one of those first four reactions?
Or suggest trying the real thing instead of a toy?
In any case, the person in question, Sora, fell squarely into the disgust and contempt category.
Just a bit more aggressively than most.
"Why the fuck do you keep calling my name every time you jerk off with that Magical onahole, you disgusting bitch?!"
No, correction.
It wasn't a bit—it was extremely aggressive.
Otherwise, there was no way a magic wand would slam into the head of a Magical Girl diligently rubbing an onahole against her lower half.
- Thwack!
But even with the magic wand embedded in her head, the Magical Girl steadfastly continued her task.
"Hnggggghhh!!!"
- Pssshhhhhh!
Letting out a vulgar moan and unleashing a massive squirt.
"Sora's thick, long cock is filling me up...!"
She wore an ecstatic expression, savoring the afterglow of her climax. Even then, she kept rubbing the onahole steadily against her lower half.
This Magical Girl, whose actions defied all norms, looked equally bizarre.
Rainbow-colored glowing hair.
A tongue longer than any human's.
Slightly slit vertical pupils.
Hard to pinpoint, but overall, she evoked the image of a reptile.
Maybe that's why.
Even though it was my first time seeing a woman masturbate and climax up close, I felt nothing.
It was like watching an animal documentary.
No, even more repulsive than a documentary.
The kind of scene that'd liven up a dead gallery—truly a shame for me to witness alone.
Suddenly, I felt like shit. To think my precious first experience was being sullied like this.
"Fuck my mom."
"Huh?"
Only then did the Magical Girl, lost in pleasure until now, turn her gaze to me.
"What."
But she showed no particular reaction.
Her lower half was completely exposed, yet meeting her eyes in that state elicited no shame or shock.
"A guy?"
She just said it indifferently and resumed rubbing the onahole against her lower half with vigor.
Like she was looking at an insect.
No, not even registering me as an insect.
This must be the Magical Girl who'd been on assignment, according to Sora and Whitey. A true lesbian among lesbians, they'd said.
Definitely top-tier trash, rubbing an onahole in the barracks.
But even trash has limits.
"What are you doing."
Who masturbates in the barracks with someone else there? The clinking of her dog tags made it even worse.
Yet the lesbian barely glanced at me before refocusing on the sensations below.
My voice rose sharper.
"Hey, what the fuck are you doing."
"Magical onahole."
"Why the hell are you doing that here, you fucking bitch."
At that moment, the lesbian fixed me with a piercing glare.
"Who the hell are you?"
"You can see I'm a guy."
"A Magical heterosexual?"
"Yeah, so what."
I replied indifferently to her absurd question.
Then the lesbian spouted more nonsense.
"Don't heteros do Magical masturbation too? Shut the fuck up. A guy who isn't even a girl acting all high and mighty."
No reasoning with her.
She really was a psycho.
No, this was my fault from the start.
Didn't I say before? Talking to trash is the mistake itself.
Man, I'm the only sane one in these barracks. The world's truly ending.
At that moment, Sora noticed me and flashed an awkward smile.
"Ah... Senior, you're here."
Her eyes had been completely glazed over; now she finally registered my presence.
Well, all good.
Now I could ask about this lunatic.
"Sora, is that the Magical Girl you mentioned who was on assignment? The lesbian one."
"Yes, that's her."
As expected.
Her magic was probably water-related, then. Lesbians usually had water affinities.
See? She was using it right now.
"Oh, Sora. Your bed's splashed."
"Ah, you fucking bitch."
Meanwhile, Sora reacted like the fire Magical Girl she was.
"Seriously! Fuck! I told you! To cut it out! With the Magical squirting!!!"
"Ow, ow! Hold on! That hit bone! It really hurts!"
She yanked the magic wand from the lesbian's head and clubbed her with it, fuming.
Anyway.
"Hurry up and Magical-wash it!"
At Sora's shout, the lesbian gathered Sora's blanket haphazardly and shuffled out of the barracks.
Leaving a trail everywhere she went. A total slug.
Sora approached me with dead eyes.
"Where do I even start."
Hmm, Sora hummed thoughtfully before slowly opening her mouth.
"First off, her Magical Girl name is Rainbow Chameleon. Real name's Moyong."
Rainbow... Yeah, rainbows come after rain, so water-attribute Magical Girl fits.
But the name was a bit odd.
Less Korean, more...
"Is she Chinese?"
"Yeah, from China."
Everyone but me is trash, huh.
Only one Korean besides me—me.
This is less Magical Girl barracks, more international trash depot. Obviously, I'm the only sane one.
Anyway.
"Her magic is easier to understand seeing it yourself. Too complicated to explain."
"Your mind looks complicated too, Sora."
"Ha, fuck."
Sora cursing freely, unlike her usual self, felt strangely off-putting.
Not that I couldn't understand.
I'd have smashed her head in while cursing too.
Though maybe not quite as hard.
"But can you really beat her like that? Won't you end up in the brig over her later?"
"She's a Magical masochist anyway, so it's fine. The barracks' one and only Magical sadist."
"Ah."
She must've hit her plenty; no issue.
Plus, self-defense technically.
Sora sighed a couple times, then met my eyes. Her pumpkin-orange pupils glimmered faintly.
"...You're okay now, right?"
Casual words, heavy meaning.
I gave a wry smile.
"I'm fine. Still alive and kicking, see?"
"Good. If you'd died, I was gonna off myself too."
"Uh..."
The weight hit different—choked me up.
"Kidding."
Sora pouted playfully, sticking out her tongue, clearly enjoying my reaction.
Then her smile faded, eyes serious.
"Be more careful next time. That scared me for real."
"Got it."
"Don't just say it."
Sora smiled again and sat beside me.
Closer than an arm's length, farther than half.
An ambiguous spot where a slight shift would touch.
Maintaining that precarious distance, she gave a slender smile.
"Thanks for coming back safe."
Flirting with a hetero like me instead of her precious lesbians? Sora was weird.
Impossible to pin down.
Mean to say, but it felt a bit uncomfortable.
Dealing with absent Whitey was mentally easier.
"Uh..."
Speak of the devil—Whitey appeared.
"Oh."
With Octopus beaming welcomingly.
"Inferior species, finally all better? Heard you were in a Magical coma."
"Yeah, recovered. Took a while."
"Inferior, yet with Magical cockroach vitality. Glad you're okay anyway."
I nodded casually at Octopus's bright smile and turned to Whitey.
"Um..."
Whitey trailed off, gauging my mood.
Thrilled at my return like Octopus, but couldn't fully show it. Probably guilt over what happened.
Dark circles, gaunt face—she'd suffered mentally.
Soon, her voice cracked slightly as she bowed her head.
"Sorry..."
I stood at her apology.
"Follow me."
"Okay..."
Whitey trailed dejectedly behind, shoulders slumped. Sora and Octopus followed quietly.
We walked in silence for a bit.
Then stopped.
At a cafe, of all places.
I nodded at Whitey.
"If you're sorry, you buy today."
"...Why?"
She tilted her head. She didn't even get why she had to pay?
This fucking girl?
"No conscience? Can't even cover this?"
"No! I fucked up, but is settling with just this okay?!"
Good, she knew her fault.
Just didn't expect it'd end like this.
I nodded casually.
"Yeah, fine."
I knew. Even without her intent, she was still the main culprit who got me hurt.
Normally, drag it out, play the victim hard—that's proper.
But no desire for that.
No irreversible damage, no permanent injuries.
Way better than isekai times.
"Blame the Monster anyway."
Plus, Whitey wasn't brazenly denying fault. She fully owned it.
Maybe a pushover.
She was.
No gain, all loss.
But so what.
Didn't want to nickel-and-dime roommates.
That'd make me no better than that fucking isekai hero asshole.
So, chance this time.
"But..."
Still, Whitey's face stayed downcast, like guilt wouldn't let her.
"Whatever. Just buy something tasty. Get Sora and Octopus too while at it."
"...Okay."
Her expression eased a tad.
"This should cover it."
"..."
But it hardened again at the bill.
Sora and Octopus ordered wants, I added extras—total was massive.
"This is... brutal."
"Um... Senior, not to overstep as a Magical outsider, but could you reconsider?"
If even outsider-ish Octopus and Sora pleaded, imagine Whitey.
But she had to handle this.
Bargain even.
"Hey, not paying?"
"Uh... hold on."
Too burdensome? She stalled.
Fine, go aggressive.
"Whatever. Don't need to buy."
"Really?"
"Suddenly my stomach hurts. Can't eat. Feels like I got shot—"
"S-Sorry! I'll pay, wait!"
Finally, desperate Whitey whipped out her card.
Then Sora urgently whispered.
"Senior, please hold off just once! Or remove a few items!"
"What. She's loaded."
True, not bluff.
Peeked her account before—plenty, not my level but solid.
This wouldn't dent it.
Why was Sora freaking more?
Her face more desperate than Whitey's. Whitey looked resolute.
Couldn't read either.
"That's sis's surgery fund from Dad—!"
"Hey! Hey! Fuck! Stop! I'll pay!"
Now I got it.
Why Sora stopped me.
Why Whitey was resolute.
Panicking, I shoved Whitey's hand aside and paid with mine.
Sighed in relief, then roared at crumpled Whitey.
"You crazy bitch!!!!!"
"B-But..."
"If it was that, you should've said sooner!!!!!"
Almost became a total asshole.
One check from mom-fucker asshole complete; nearly nailed the other.
"But everyone'd be happy with just me paying... It was all my fault anyway..."
"I'm not happy, fuck."
A second later, and I'd have wasted her blood-sweat life savings.
"Sorry..."
"Enough, kid."
I spoke flatly to her downcast guilt.
"Won't skip next time, right?"
"N-No, never!"
"Good, let's get along."
Whitey went quiet.
Then her lips moved softly.
"...Yeah."
A faint, clear smile.
Sora and Octopus chimed in watching our makeup.
"Really glad you reconciled."
"Inferior species comforting each other—truly heartwarming. Even Magical Buddha would smile."
Anyway, situation sorted.
Time to settle the real account.
"Sora, what about that thing I asked?"
"Oh, the last-minute request before I left?"
"Yeah."
The most important from this incident.