The Magical Girl Surrenders to the Mushroom (5)
“Get away from Kei unni!”
Yura swung her heavy iron club, and the Porcini King burst into pieces, scattering fluids and spores everywhere.
Whoa… Seeing that up close is seriously grotesque.
Anyway, I was finally free. I straightened up with a relieved smile.
Transparent fluids and the semen the Porcini King had pumped into me were trickling down my thighs from my pussy. It felt disgusting.
“Yura… Your costume changed, didn’t it?”
Yura’s previous outfit had also been made of fluttering fabric, but the design was different now, along with the strange makeup that looked like she had applied rouge. Most noticeably, she was holding a massive club instead of a sharp greatsword. Her horn, however, remained the same—along with the holes the Bibis had drilled into it.
“It’s the Dokkaebi costume. I can transform into either this or the last one. Cute, right?”
Yura spun around to show it off. The thin fabric fluttered, barely covering the important parts in a seductive way. The outfit was lewd, and the light-absorbing black iron club in her hand gave off a menacing aura, yet Yura herself smiled brightly, genuinely believing it was cute. I had nothing to say.
While we were checking the situation, the Porcini King sprouted back up a short distance away. So even being blown to pieces doesn’t kill it…!
“Kuh, ga, hahahahahaha! A new magical girl! And one with a handle attached, a sow! Excellent! I shall make you my livestock!”
“What did that filthy mushroom-head just say?”
“It said it wants to die quickly.”
“I see.”
Yura stepped forward, her face twisted in fury.
She swung the heavy-looking iron club around with one hand as if it were nothing. It was terrifyingly impressive.
“Gahahaha! You ignorant female! You’ll soon be pinned beneath me, squealing! Still, those udders of yours are to my liking! I’ll stuff spores deep inside you and turn you into a body that can’t live without me, mushroom!”
Yet the Porcini King showed no fear at all. It spread both arms wide.
“Inhale well, mushroom! And kneel before me! —Paralysis Spores!”
The moment the Porcini King shouted, yellow powder began swirling violently from the surrounding mushrooms.
Those are the spores that numb the nerves…!
“Hold your breath, Yura! You’ll be paralyzed if you inhale them!”
“I’m fine.”
Yura stood calmly in the middle of the swirling spores, completely unfazed. Even as the spores threatened to engulf her, she waved her hand leisurely and glared at the Porcini King.
“……Ga, haha…? What the—mushroom? Why do you look completely fine…?”
“You seem unaware. Dokkaebi are far sturdier than humans. Poisons don’t affect us either. There’s even a saying: humans fear poison, but dokkaebi fear blood.”
Yura chuckled.
“But Poison Resistance isn’t Nullification. I’m only pretending to be relaxed. If the spores keep accumulating in my body like this, I don’t know what will happen. My fingertips are starting to feel numb…”
With that, Yura raised her palm to her mouth and brought it close to her lips.
“【Burn away the filth, Dokkaebi Fire】.”
Fwoooosh—!
“Mushrooom?!”
She blew lightly on the blue flames that rose with her chant. The flames surged forward like a wave, burning the spores, the mushrooms, and even the Porcini King’s main body.
Whoa… That’s amazing…
When she uses magic like that, she really looks like a magical girl. Even if she has a dokkaebi appearance.
“Ga, aaaaaaaaah!!!!”
The Porcini monster, who hadn’t even flinched when its body was smashed, now screamed in agony as the flames consumed it. Its body soon crumbled.
Instead, muscular clones of the Porcini King began sprouting from everywhere. Bodies packed with what looked like protein, their male organs swinging loosely, charged at Yura to capture her.
“Pointless!”
Apparently, even that level of numbers was nothing to Yura. Every time she swung her club, two or three muscular bodies went flying.
‘But… there’s no end to them…’
No matter how many Yura burned, mushrooms kept sprouting from somewhere. If their numbers decreased slightly, even more mushrooms and clones appeared in their place.
“Kuh…!”
Yura still looked composed, but clones were starting to graze her collar. And then…
“Gahahaha! Not yet! Not yet! I’m starting to get used to my power as king! —My mushrooms are endless! Fall before my royal soldiers!”
The mushrooms, growing stronger and stronger, sprouted even through the flames. Some clones held mushroom-shaped clubs or shields. Each one looked different—small, large, fat, thin—and their numbers were increasing rapidly.
Are they evolving…?!
I wanted to help Yura, but—
“Haaang……!”
A strange sensation in my womb made my body tingle, leaving me unable to move. My body was heating up; even the air touching my skin felt overwhelming…
> Trait: Parasitism (Mushroom) has been added.
> The mushroom sowing lewd spores inside you has taken root completely. The life using you as a host will grow even more vigorously.
I don’t need this!
Just die already!
It seemed the spores pumped into me earlier had allowed the parasitic mushroom the Porcini King mentioned to take full root.
Having something inside my womb while living… Honestly, I can’t even imagine it… But right now, dealing with the situation comes first.
Watching Yura struggle against the clones that were breaking through the flames while armed, I tried my best to calm my body. The more I tried, the more I felt something popping and swelling inside my womb. I realized it was the weak spores the mushroom was releasing…
Haa… uwaa…
‘Ugh… I need to… stay focused…’
“……Kuh! There really are too many of them!”
Yura exhaled another burst of flames and retreated. But as if aiming for her feet, a mushroom suddenly sprouted from the ground.
With a startled “Ah?!” Yura’s body lurched heavily.
“Gahahahaha! It’s over, arrogant magical girl! I’ll give you a defeat worthy of a sow! Quietly accept the spores!”
“Get… away!”
Several clones were sent flying by the club she swung while falling, but in the end, Yura was pinned to the ground with her limbs grabbed.
No… Yura!
“Huh……?!”
Suddenly, the clones that had been attacking Yura all froze solid.
Confused by the unexpected turn of events, Yura used her monstrous strength to smash the frozen clones and free herself.
“What… is this…?”
While the Porcini King muttered in shock,
“I don’t know who you are, but thanks. I’ll send you a limited-edition Blue Moon figure as a thank-you gift later. Feel free to cry tears of joy.”
“O-Ooooooh….”
Even though my body wasn’t in proper condition, I couldn’t help but let out an admiring sound.
From within the burning mushroom forest, a silhouette like the “Goddess of Ice” appeared.
The fluffy breasts and blonde hair were unmistakably Alpha’s, but the outfit she wore was completely different from before—a luxurious dress in blue and white tones. Though details were hard to make out from afar, it was adorned with elegant embroidery and jewels, and the fluttering thin dress emitted a faint, sacred light. In her hand, she held a large crystal staff taller than herself.
The round gem embedded in the staff, resembling the Lucky Roulette, displayed the number 8.
“Lucky Roulette Lv.8 equipment, Queen of Snow Costume.”
Alpha smiled faintly as she spoke.
Whether because of the outfit, the atmosphere she exuded, or the unique aura of the costume, her smile looked sacredly beautiful. It was as if I were looking at the goddess of an ice castle.
“Wh-what the—mushroom?! Even so, you’ll eventually fall to my endless soldiers, to the mushrooms, you bitch——”
“A mere mushroom king, that’s all.”
Alpha snorted lightly, like a queen or an arrogant goddess, and struck the ground with her staff.
Then—
Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh——
Centered on the tip of the staff touching the ground, the earth, the mushrooms, the buildings, the air, the entire world began to freeze.
Fortunately, it had no effect on Yura’s or my body. Only the ground, buildings, and mushrooms were covered in frost, their moisture drained as they froze smooth and shiny.
“Mushrooms can’t grow on frozen ground, can they? How about it, perverted mushroom-head? You can’t summon any more soldiers, and your mushroom fortress is completely frozen. …All that’s left is your body. I wonder if you’ll revive even after dying in that state?”
Spreading a terrifying killing intent, Alpha slowly approached the Porcini King.
“Ah, it won’t come off… My feet are frozen to the ground, mushroom…!”
The Porcini King glared anxiously at Alpha as she drew closer, then—
“Uwa, aaaaaaaaah!”
With a powerful motion, it tore off its own ankle and escaped its restraints.
Alpha’s eyes widened, clearly not expecting this sight.
“D-do you think this body… this king will die pathetically in a place like this, mushrooooooooom!”
The Porcini King crawled awkwardly across the frozen ground with both arms. A new foot quickly grew from the torn ankle, and the mushroom king’s monster soon stood firmly and charged.
—Straight at me.
“The dokkaebi won’t do. That ice ghost won’t do either! But a bitch… If I have your magic power, someday I’ll become a true king…!”
If it grabbed me, I probably wouldn’t be able to resist properly and would be dragged away. Being taken hostage would be the worst outcome. …If it were Alpha, she might happily freeze me along with it while shouting “Trash who sucks on Rubii!” but either way, it wouldn’t be good.
Moreover, I couldn’t move because of this parasitic mushroom stimulating my womb. So I could only watch from atop the frozen mushroom table as the massive Porcini King charged toward me.
But that was enough. I even smiled. I was grateful that such a delicious prey was running straight into my trap.
There was no need to move my hands or feet.
“【Ring the bell, carry the bag, wear the uniform, the everyday life, the endless everyday life——School Commute Hell】.”
> Skill: School Commute Hell Lv.9 has been used.
The moment I recited the incantation that surfaced in my mind, a blinding torrent of light flowed out from beneath my feet, engulfing me, the street, and the Porcini King.
The School Uniform Costume had far more skills than I expected, and most of them were obviously useless, so it took time to check them all. Fortunately, I didn’t need to use my hands or feet to check.
Anyway, just before Yura appeared, I finally found a usable skill.
That skill was School Commute Hell.
Honestly, describing the daily act of going to school as “hell” was such an exquisitely fitting expression that it was almost impressive. When you get older, maybe it turns into “commute hell,” “company dinner hell,” and so on… No, I should stop with the gloomy talk…
“Wh-what the hell is thiiiiiiiiiis?!”
The torrent of light swallowed me, the Porcini King, and the entire street.
When the light passed, the frozen street was gone. The mushrooms and the buildings that had been there moments ago had all vanished.
Instead, the familiar sight of a “school”—something anyone who had completed a standard education would recognize—appeared.
A playground. Buildings. The sound of a bell. The noisy chatter of students coming from somewhere.
“What do you mean, what is it? It’s a school. Can’t you tell, mushroom-head?”
It was the appearance of an ordinary Korean school that could be found anywhere. Well, the background felt a bit old-fashioned. Anyway, I had specified a pre-2000s setting.
Just like A Midsummer Night’s Dream that I used at the Bibis’ hideout last time, we were now standing in a completely different space. Last time I dragged them into a story world; this time, I had brought them into a virtual school world.
“Ugh… That look is disgusting.”
I frowned and pointed at the Porcini King. Instead of being naked like before, it was now wearing a school uniform stretched to the limit by its ridiculous muscles.
“M-my proud mushroom muscles… in this pathetic outfit…?!”
“Hey, you’re not supposed to take that off.”
“Who would listen to a bitch’s words?!”
The Porcini King tore off the uniform without hesitation. Its muscles, which looked ready to burst, writhed as if they had finally found freedom… Ugh.
“I don’t know what kind of trick you pulled, but so what! It’s not a hail of bullets, not flames like hellfire, not an ice hell like before. So what?! What do you think you’re going to do by dragging me into this weird place?! How ridiculous, bitch! You should just obediently offer your magic power while carrying my spores——Hm?”
The Porcini King, who had been walking toward me standing in front of the school entrance a short distance away in the middle of the playground, suddenly stopped as a hand grabbed its shoulder.
I called out as if giving advice.
“Hey, you’re a monster so you wouldn’t know, but there’s something students can never defy, something scarier than monsters. Bullets, fire, or ice hell can’t even compare.”
That’s just how students are.
No matter how exceptional a student might be, as long as they’re a student, their status is restricted. And adults—especially teachers—are even scarier, or at least appear superior. No matter how much you try to ignore it, students cannot resist adult authority.
And among those adults, the particularly terrifying ones are…
“Why aren’t you wearing your uniform properly? What’s with that unsightly appearance? Do you think the school rules are a joke? Or is it me you find funny?”
The figure standing behind the Porcini King as it slowly turned around.
A muscular pig—or rather, a muscular gorilla—whose massive frame was easily twice the size of the already muscular Porcini King.
“……Mu-mushroom…? Wh-what… are you.”
“You? Using informal speech on top of that? I pride myself on being a lenient teacher toward students, but a student this unruly might actually be worth disciplining. …Since you seem unaware, I’ll introduce myself. I am this school’s guidance counselor.”
“G-guidance…?”
“That’s right. My job is to educate brats like you. …I’ll completely reform your mind and turn you into a new person.”
“………………D-don’t make me laugh!!!!!!”
The Porcini King’s muscles twitched, and it landed a precise punch to the guidance counselor’s abdomen.
Thud—! With a terrifying sound, the blow was powerful enough to scatter the torn pieces of the Porcini King’s ragged clothes.
However—
“Assaulting a teacher… I see. At least you’ve got guts. Youthful recklessness. That can happen. You’re still young. Mistakes made in childhood can be forgiven. But what’s important is not repeating the same mistake. The adults around you who teach you not to make the same mistake again are also important.”
“Wh-what… My full-powered strike…”
The guidance counselor looked down at the Porcini King, completely unscathed, and grinned.
“But as a teacher, I can’t let myself be underestimated… I’ll administer appropriate corporal punishment.”
An invisible, terrifyingly fast strike buried itself into the Porcini King’s upper body.
“Iron Fist Discipline!”
“Kuh…huh?!”
Boom——!
With an explosion so loud it was hard to believe it came from a fist, the Porcini King’s body flew at supersonic speed and crashed into a corner of the school building. The wall visibly crumbled.
Wow… Oh my god…
No matter how strong it was, the Porcini King was just a student here. It wouldn’t be able to infinitely revive or create clones.
Is it dead? Probably dead?
As I was about to peek over to check, the guidance counselor noticed me and approached.
“You, that uniform…”
Ah, now that I think about it, my own uniform is in complete delinquent condition! My navel is exposed, the skirt is way too short, the buttons are undone, my underwear is stripped off, and everything is on display…
I-if it’s like this, am I also a target for Iron Fist Discipline?! With a pale face, I hurriedly gathered the front of my shirt and buttoned it up.
In this School Commute Hell, students cannot defeat teachers.
Just like A Midsummer Night’s Dream that created something impossible, this world operates under that concept. Therefore, neither the Porcini King nor I—who created this world—can defeat that teacher.
Am I going to get sent flying like that too?! I was trembling at the thought when the teacher lightly scratched his cheek and spoke more gently than expected.
“Make sure your uniform is properly worn. This is a warning. If you don’t listen, there will be corporal punishment, so be careful.”
“Ah, y-yes! …Um, you’re not going to hit me?”
“What do you take me for? A teacher who randomly beats students?”
“But that guy…”
“There are some brats who need the rod. Forget about him and just live diligently without getting punished.”
With a wave of his pot-lid-sized hand, he kindly sent me off.
Watching the unconscious Porcini King being dragged away to the guidance office by the teacher, I quietly prayed for its soul. Well, everything else can be left to the teacher. At this rate, it’ll receive so much mental education and corporal punishment that dying would be preferable.
As the two disappeared from view, the school scenery before my eyes also began to dissolve into particles.
Before long, the frozen street scenery returned, along with Yura and Alpha staring blankly in this direction.
“I’m back.”
I waved lightly at them.
Inside my womb, the mushroom was still releasing spores. The deep inside of my belly felt ticklish and hot…
