Never Underestimate a Magical Girl! (2)
Tudududududu—
Kwaaang—!
Uwaaaaaaaaagh!
Hwaaaagh?!
Chwaaaat!
—Once I made up my mind and started moving, my body felt like it was flying.
The pressure from Danae’s command must have been heavier than I thought.
Now that Danae had lost her power as a monster, my body felt weightless. There was a real satisfaction in cutting down and smashing the monsters.
However, the effects of Magic Power Seal still lingered, so my Magic Power Manipulation level remained at rock bottom. Thanks to my costume’s boost to my hand-to-hand combat ability, I could still manage with raw physical strength even without much magic.
But the most exhilarating part was something else entirely.
『Yaaaaaaaah!!!』
『You think girls are easy?! Easy?! Want to die?!』
『Everyone! Pile on them!』
『H-Hiiiiiiik! P-Please save me!!!』
『Uwaaaaaaaaagh!!!』
The magical girls who had been resignedly letting the monsters do whatever they wanted suddenly came alive at our actions and began charging at them.
Since the monsters had assumed we wouldn’t resist, the only restraints they used were ropes binding our hands. I sliced through all of them with the blade of my stick.
Most of the magical girls had simply been unable to defy Danae’s Charm, so they had stayed obedient.
『This! This is a woman’s strength, you idiots!!!』
『How dare you grope a lady’s chest as you please, you pigs!』
With Danae’s control gone, the magical girls burned with willpower and beat the monsters together, even with their limited strength.
* * *
The monsters must have been low-ranking, because they were overwhelmed by the murderous aura of the magical girls and could only cower or flee while repeatedly crying, “We’re sorry! We’re sorry!”
Armed with my weapon, I worked with the other magical girls who could use attack skills and took the monsters down one by one.
Just as only two remained—
“What the hell is going on…?”
The tattooed man and the dreadlocked man arrived, followed by a crowd of monsters trailing behind them.
“Tch……!”
I rushed forward to kill as many as possible, but the tattooed man blocked me and slammed me to the ground.
“Agh…!”
“Don’t push it. You can’t beat us.”
With the tattooed man’s foot pressing down hard on my head, I couldn’t move an inch.
My strength… was overwhelmingly lacking.
The other magical girls were also quickly subdued by the newly arrived monsters. Even Danbi and Er, who had held out until the end, were caught by the dreadlocked man and could no longer resist.
The tattooed man ground his foot into my head and glared down at me.
“I thought this would be easy… How dare a bitch like you bite her master?”
“I’m not a bitch, you son of a bitch…! I’ll rip all your throats out, so just wait, you dog bastards…!”
“No, you are bitches. You don’t know your place or your limits.”
“Want to die? Who the hell are you to decide someone’s worth? You think you’re so great? You’ve got nothing going for you, so you sell your bodies to aliens and get a little stronger, and now you think you’re somebody? You cling to them like bats, trampling women, and feel like you own the world? Want to die?”
“Ha…… I was trying to let this slide nicely.”
“What? Nicely? You dress us in weird clothes, take all kinds of filthy photos, fuck us however you want, piss wherever you feel like, and you call that nice? God, I want to rip that mouth off…! Shit! Get your foot off me, you dog fucker!”
The tattooed man didn’t lift his foot. Instead, he pressed down harder.
“What’s wrong with you? You keep saying ‘want to die,’ so why don’t you just get up and move my foot yourself?”
“……You son of a bitch… I’ll squeeze every last drop of revenge out of your soul…! Don’t regret this…?”
“Ha, go ahead, bitch.”
I reached behind my back with my free hand and pulled out the stick I had hidden.
Freeform Stick.
As the name suggested, it could change into any shape I wanted as long as I poured magic power into it.
“I warned you.”
The man had spread his legs just right while stepping on my head, and my right hand holding the stick was positioned directly beneath his crotch.
I raised the stick upright.
“【Extend】!”
In an instant, it transformed into a staff and shot upward at full length.
—Crack!
A terrifying sound, like something breaking.
Silence fell over the underground hall.
“…………H-Hot…………!”
Cold sweat rolled down the tattooed man’s forehead.
Then he began trembling and shouting.
“…You’ve got some serious nerve. No wonder talking to someone who thinks they’re hot shit never works.”
I spat at the pale-faced tattooed man with contempt.
* * *
“Move.”
I shoved his loosened leg aside with my hand and stood up.
The tattooed man clutched his crotch, the weak point of any male, and collapsed backward.
‘The stick’s lighter than I expected. Must be because I’m low on magic.’
I had poured every last drop of magic power into it, turning the stick into a staff as tall as me. Because of the lack of magic, it wouldn’t extend or grow heavier any further.
I couldn’t be sure if I had completely crushed his balls. If his modified body included reinforced testicles, this weight probably wasn’t enough. Still, I couldn’t bring myself to finish him off for confirmation…
“What’s wrong with you all? Scared?”
I tapped the staff against my shoulder and looked around. The entire area was still wrapped in silence. The visual shock must have been intense.
“I asked if you’re scared, you bastards!”
Only after I provoked them did the dreadlocked man finally react.
“H-Haa…! H-Hey, what the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“What do you think, dumbass? Do I have to spell it out? You guys looked down on us as women too. So why can’t I attack you weak men? Get your shit together, you fucker.”
After all, I used to be a man myself.
If a woman casually targeted a man’s dick as a weak point without thinking, I’d be the first to call her crazy and sue her.
But bastards who see women as nothing more than fuckholes don’t deserve to keep their dicks either.
Because of men without common sense who cross the line, the vast majority of decent men suffer for it.
And while we’re at it, anyone who lays hands on children—man or woman—deserves no forgiveness.
Regardless of gender, this much should be common sense.
“At least the monsters I’ve met so far had a reason—they need magic power to survive, so I could understand them harvesting it. But what about you? Got a disease that kills you if you don’t have sex? Is your heart in your dick? You’re as disgusting as lint on clothes.”
“Ha… I was really trying to be nice about this. Hey, if we snap, we might do something you’ll regret.”
His voice dropped low and ominous.
The way he implied he had been holding back until now was infuriating.
“Bullshit. You’re spouting the same crap as that other guy.”
I growled and thrust the staff forward.
“Hey, you think I’ll shut up just because you say you don’t care about methods? Are you proud of being such a disgusting lunatic that people avoid you?”
A vein bulged on the dreadlocked man’s forehead.
But my mouth didn’t stop.
“I can tell exactly what level you’re at just by looking. After getting modified by Mekrak, you think you own the world? Your core’s still the same trash. I’ll throw that impotent idiot’s words right back at you. ‘You don’t know your place or your limits.’ Shut your mouth, rope-head.”
Er, who had been watching, trembled and muttered, “Uwaaa… Unniiii…,” but I smiled leisurely.
What was I thinking?
Nothing. I wasn’t thinking at all.
I just couldn’t hold back the rage that had built up from everything until now.
Ah, but damn, running my mouth like this felt incredible.
After being on the receiving end this whole time, slashing back with my tongue felt so damn good. Exhilarating. Like endorphins were flooding my brain.
“……”
Yet in inverse proportion to my mood, the atmosphere around us grew colder by the second.
In the heavy silence, the dreadlocked man walked toward me with heavy steps.
His furious, twisted expression was the first thing I noticed, followed by his fists, veins bulging.
Hey, hey! I only ran my mouth—throwing punches is cheating!
The dreadlocked man opened his mouth, steam practically coming out of his ears.
“……So, do you know your place?”
“Ah, well, yeah. More than you do.”
“You’re acting cocky, so you must have something to rely on? Think you can win? Gonna hit my balls again? Aren’t you the one underestimating men this time?”
“Hmm……”
I looked at the dreadlocked man, then at my staff.
Then I shrugged lightly and—
Clang—.
Dropped the staff to the floor.
“I surrender.”
“……”
“I mean, I can’t win. I was just running my mouth.”
“……”
“Hey, don’t look so scary. My body’s weak right now. If you hit me seriously, I’ll die. Are you gonna kill me? Planning to kill me? Wanna try? One tap and I’m dead, I swear!! Waaaaaaaah!”
As I screamed defiantly, the dreadlocked man rubbed his forehead like he had a headache.
“…Ha. Tie that bitch up tightly with ropes and drag her along. Once Il-mun wakes up, we’ll decide how to punish her… Haah… We don’t even have time until the delivery deadline….”
Following the dreadlocked man’s orders, the nearby monsters bound my limbs thoroughly with ropes.
“I’ll show you a living hell.”
“Try it, you rotting bastard! You think that sounds cool?! The spirit of Witch Girl won’t break that easily! Waaaaaaaah!!”
Having run my mouth without knowing my place, I was subdued.
But this day’s “cockiness” would become the spark that ignited the magical girls’ “great rebellion” afterward—something the current me had no way of knowing.
* * *
Ugh……
Danae’s office.
Danae, who had been left hanging from the ropes there, tried to cut them herself and escape.
‘…But this is difficult.’
The ropes binding her arms were tied so meticulously that even the sword she created in her hand couldn’t cut through them. Maybe they had some special treatment.
The sword broken during the fight with the tattooed man and the dreadlocked man still hadn’t been repaired. Perhaps it was related to the sword’s condition, but magic power wouldn’t flow into it properly either.
‘If my magic power recovers even a little……’
By then, she might be able to cut these annoying ropes, but the problem was that she didn’t know when the tattooed man would return.
“Hmm……”
For now, she would do what she could.
Thinking that, she tried to cut the ropes with the broken sword in her hand when she heard footsteps outside the door.
Knock, knock—a polite knock.
‘Il-mun? No, that guy wouldn’t knock.’
『Excuse me, I’ll be coming in for a moment.』
Danae’s eyes widened beneath her eyepatch.
She had heard this voice before.
“Oh my, oh my~ Hello~. I never expected to meet you in a place like this~~~!!!”
A frivolous voice that completely failed to read the room.
Just hearing it made her skin crawl, as if bugs were crawling over her.
“Ah, you can’t speak like this, can you?”
“Ugh… Puha!”
The ball gag blocking Danae’s mouth was removed.
Now she could finally breathe comfortably.
“Have you been well, Miss Danae?”
“Haa…… Lupin, why are you here?”
There was no doubt. That voice. That atmosphere.
Though hidden by the eyepatch, the one who appeared here was clearly the masked monster, the phantom thief Lupin.
“Oh my, oh my, I’m honored you remember my voice~. If you ask why I’m here, the only answer is that you’re here, Miss Danae~?”
“……You.”
Lupin reached out and began groping Danae’s exposed breasts.
Hnn……!
His gloved hands. The touch felt strangely good, and Danae’s face flushed without her realizing it.
Suppressing the pleasure surging from her breasts being thoroughly kneaded, Danae spoke in a stern voice.
“It was you… You sold me out, Lupin…!”
