Chapter 11
"A brat like you needs to be taught a lesson with pussy..."
Sitting on a park bench under a streetlamp, I munch away on a burger wrapped in paper. "This is good. It's got that fattening taste." It's been a while since the sun set, and the park feels deserted except for a few people out for evening jogs. Why the hell am I eating a burger in this chilly night air? How far? How. Far. Did. I. Go for justice? I drew up a plan to take down Arcade, and the very next day—actually, this morning—the operation was scheduled.
No matter how solid the plan, you'd think it'd take at least a few days to prep the grunts and get everything ready. But nope, it kicked off the next day. Even Arcade, the one who pulled it off, looked shocked. He probably never expected that arrogant little shit to be that stupid. Anyway, Tyranno's brain turned out to be even denser than I imagined, but the plan went off without a hitch. Everything smooth sailing. The only "prep" was booking a few motel rooms. Arcade pulled some strings inside Darkness to let Tyranno sneak out undetected. And so, today—right here in this park—the operation to capture Darkness executive Tyranno was a success.
"Phew. Listen up. Get it together, Chae Sua." Right before launch, I pulled out a mirror and stared myself down. Think about it. The last three years, everything I've fought for in the name of justice. Sure, most villains went down with a single smack. But still, I've fought as a magical girl for the justice and morals I believe in.
"Got it? Tyranno's a minor. Absolutely. Absolutely do not touch him. This is just an arrest op."
Yeah. I trust myself. Even alone with him in a motel room in the dead of night with no one around, I won't jump him. Because I'm a magical girl. My resolve was rock-solid when I spotted something weird between the dark trees in the park.
"Wait, is that...? That's Tyranno, isn't it?"
I found the kid in a huge baseball cap pulled low, wearing sunglasses in the middle of the night. Masked up and disguised, but that unmistakable blockhead vibe leaks through. It reeks of arrogant little shit. The smell hits you. You can tell it's that cocky prick just from the aura.
"Why the hell is he here?!"
Just in case, I pulled my hat low and flipped up my collar. Luckily, Tyranno hasn't noticed me. He's hiding behind some roadside shrubs like it's stealth mode—poking his head out like a whack-a-mole, scanning around, then ducking back in. He thinks he's hidden well, but even crouched, his hat sticks out over the bushes.
"The bushes are smaller than Tyranno to begin with."
What the hell? Seriously, what? I love that blockheaded arrogant little shit, so it feels weird saying this, but watching Tyranno, I seriously doubt he has any intelligence at all. Is it really just 'cause he's a minor with underdeveloped smarts, or is he straight-up brain-damaged from birth?
"Oh boy. Now he's picked up some twigs with a few leaves and stuck 'em on his head."
Tyranno grabs two cartoonish twigs and holds them up by his ears. Seeing that, I felt totally safe—he'd never spot me as Chae Sua.
"Anyway, time's about up."
Checking my watch, a dimensional gate rips open in the empty park clearing. Like a hole punched in paper, empty space appears in the air, and a figure steps out.
"Praise be!"
Out comes a woman in ornate full-body medieval armor with a cape, looking like a knight. She's gripping a long spear with some weird device on it—faint magic pulses from it, so that's her weapon, I guess.
"Poor souls. I am Shul. I have come here as the first step of the great plan."
A few people tense up at the sudden villain appearance. Villains usually show up during the day. Darkness harvests emotional energy from people, so more crowds mean more energy. At night like this? At best, a club or tourist spot. The villain calling herself Shul raises her spear high. Bright turquoise light glows from it.
"You will be sorted. Those who like mint choco will survive. Those who don't..."
The blue spear tip points at a dazed citizen.
"...will be cursed to consciously feel every breath for the rest of their lives."
This bitch is eviler than I thought! Grr, you little monster. Even if mint choco's delicious, pulling this psychotic shit? Arcade sends this one? I'll grind his bones to dust a thousand times later.
-Kyaaaaah!
-Crazy bitch!
-Mint choco's murder to that guy!
The citizens finally get it and bolt. They scatter fast. Hell, they should've run the second the gate opened. Magical girls bust our asses beating villains, and they treat it like a show.
"Transform and all that jazz! Magical Girl More Red, arriving!"
Situation's urgent, so I transform into More Red quick. Shul's about 30 meters away. I close the gap in a flash, snap her turquoise-glowing spearhead, and flick her forehead with a spicy American knuckle-flick.
"Gahk!"
She flops over with a pathetic yelp. All that entrance for a total loser.
"Huff, huff. Thank you! I almost had to live my whole life hyper-aware of every breath."
"No biggie. It's my duty. I'll handle her—head inside."
Civilians saved from Shul. Now to deal with this villain.
"Phew. How to handle her, though."
Capturing villains alive like this is rare. They usually bail via dimensional gate when losing, and humanity can't block or open them yet. No way to interfere once they step in—magical girls can only suck our thumbs. Sure, I've beaten plenty and handed 'em to Darkness, even knocked some out cold for live captures like this. Point is, most magical girls rarely live-capture, so no manual for it.
What did I do before? Notify the Magical Girl Association, I think.
"Send my location to the Association. Now, how to tie her up?"
Oh, perfect. I rip a rebar from the park fence and bind her hands and legs. For good measure, scrawl "More Red Was Here" on her face. Fences look tough, but it's just iron.
Villain down, Tyranno's attention grabbed. Time to lure him to the motel.
"Ahh! I'm beat! Time to head to my secret hideout where no one knows me and crash!"
I stretch dramatically, yelling loud enough for Tyranno—still behind the tree—to hear.
"Gonna shower when I get back! Gotta check out that whip I stole from Tyranno!"
Total nonsense sentence. Random as hell. Would this even work? But Tyranno's already hooked, grinning like an idiot. Probably thinking, Hehe, this pathetic bitch tailing me has no clue♥ Loser female♥
"Hehehe. The dumb bitch tailing me has no idea♥"
Spot on. I lead him straight to the motel. Not much "leading"—he followed like a leashed puppy. Even on dark streets without streetlights. Even entering the CCTV-free motel. Hell, when I took the elevator, the overconfident stalker hopped in with me. Huddling in the corner like he'd get caught was kinda cute, though. Why didn't he think about getting spotted before boarding?
No matter how I slice it, this ain't luring. Like a game fat mob trailing the player. Lost in random thoughts, I reach the motel door. Room 203. Tyranno, who'd been shadowing me, stops at 204 like a guest. Thinks that'll fool anyone? Nah, he probably believes he's stealth-master.
I open 203 and slip in, propping the door with my shoe for easy entry. Stalking's pointless now, but Tyranno doesn't suspect a thing.
Room's as expected: tacky wallpaper, double bed, tiny vanity, shelf. That's all the furniture. Windows sealed tight. I head to the bathroom naturally, close the door, and wait. Footsteps in the room.
"Heh heh heh, total success sneaking into pathetic Chae Sua's room♥"
Sneaking in, but yelling loud? Bathroom silent—not suspicious? Whatever, I decided not to think about it. Matching his IQ would dumb me down.
"Pathetic retard♥ Idiot♥ Incompetent♥ Even with my perfect tail, you didn't notice till the end♥ That's why you're still a virgin♥"
I crack the door for a sneak attack but pause.
"Your cobwebbed pussy's so pitiful♥ Might as well seal the hole♥ Poor virgin womb that never tasted cum♥"
Extra spicy today...?
"Pathetic bitch pussy is third-rate♥ Virgin membrane begging to die, pathetic pussy♥"
Tail success or whip-reclaim fantasy? Tyranno's degradation game's on fire tonight.
"Where'd the loser hide my whip? Ugh, it's Tyranno-sama's favorite toy. Hope it wasn't her first time♥"
As his arrogant little shit taunts ramp up, my crotch—especially womb-area—throbs harder. No! Keep this up, and I'll really pounce!
"Freeze, Tyranno! You're caught!"
I burst out and tackle him.
"Whoa! Wh-what?!"
Before he reacts, I pin his tiny body to the bed, wrench his arms behind his back.
Whoa. But he's weaker than expected. Sure, minor or not, straddling this small, sexy body triggers my femininity inevitably.
"Let gooo! You loser! You said you'd shower right after the park! Liar!"
Pinned Tyranno twists to glare up. Arms wrenched hurt? Tears well in his eyes.
"Ugh, shut up!"
My face flushes seeing it; he catches it.
"Hehe♥ Loser face turning red♥ Why not let go♥ Loser covid got you♥"
Grr, my perfect type of arrogant little shit. Knowing he's a minor doesn't stop the horniness.
"Perverted loser on top of me♥ Rapist who jumps little kids♥ Poor virgin bitch♥ Breeding reject♥ Brand-new pussy bitch♥ Womb with an incompetent owner, so sad♥"
God, I wanna knuckle-flick him! So fucking hot! Just do it? One time? No! Hold it together, Chae Sua! Almost there! Tie him tight, hand to Association! Justice served! You're not a perv who gets off on minors!
"Tyranno. You've tormented tons of people for emotional energy. No jail as a minor, but you'll suffer."
"Hmph! Who's a minor?!"
"........Huh?"
"I'm an adult, adult! Can't-even-count-age incompetent loser♥ Duh, virgin losers same as minors♥"
"An... adult?"
Tyranno, adult? No way! That IQ can't be adult! Preschool level! But if not...? Just a super-dumb blockhead?
Proof hits: wallet in his back pocket. ID inside, right?
"Hey, loser! Don't touch there! Grabbing my ass! Should cut your wrists!"
This wallet proves he's a minor. It will.
"Hmph! Check the wallet! I'm an adult!"
ID confirmed.
"Ha... haha. Hahahaha. Adult. He's an adult?"
Then what was all my effort? Thought he was a minor. Held back, held back, held back. So unfair, so empty. I tried so hard. Magical girl duty. Adult responsibility. Protect minors. Horny as fuck, but held back.
"Loser passed out? My degradation attack wins! Defeated bitch♥ Go home, rage-fap♥ Third-rate pussy squirting worthless juice♥"
This hot-as-hell arrogant little shit's an adult? No reason to hold back...
I untie him and start stripping.
"Eh...? Loser, why strip? Exhibitionist?"
Still clueless, I ditch top and pants. Black panties soaked, sticky juices trailing thighs.
"P-perv loser♥ Virgin-locked third-rate pussy leaking piss♥"
Whatever he says just turns me on more. Panties off—steaming hot pussy wafts heat. Blonde bush hairs glisten with eager bitch-juice, expecting arrogant little shit dick. Sour, lewd female scent.
I approach slowly. One step. Another.
"D-don't come closer!"
Terrified Tyranno scoots to bed's edge, backs to wall. Arms up guarding face—I grab wrists, force down. So weak, so pitiful.
"Wh-what... Why's a loser like you suddenly...?"
"Tyranno."
"L-let go of my hand♥ I know losers like you♥ Chicken anyway, can't go through♥ Right?♥ So, yeah?"
Sincere or coping?
"I'll stop here if you shut up about my wet, stinky—mmph!"
I thrust my hips forward. Dripping pink pussy smothers his mouth.
"A brat like you needs to be taught a lesson with pussy."