50. What Did They Do at the Motel?
The sun had nearly set on this early evening, and right in the heart of a bustling South Korean city, a terrifying hostage crisis was unfolding!
A wicked villain from Darkness, tormentor of the innocent, had taken the staff of a tonkatsu joint hostage, protesting the discovery of a single hair, half a cockroach, some unidentified curly fuzz, a rag scrap, bits of nail clippings, and a tiny pebble marked with a radiation warning symbol in his cutlet. In a typical hostage situation, police and special forces would deploy—but the perp wasn't human; he was a villain. Conventional firearms, as primitive and frustratingly ineffective as they were against Darkness villains, wouldn't cut it. And per the ironclad law of magical girl stories, public authorities couldn't meddle between magical girls and villains, so for this incident alone, magical girls were dispatched in place of the cops.
Of course, since a villain was involved and it was still a heinous crime at heart, they didn't send the magical girls solo—the police hung around on-site but strictly as support. Thus, the magical girl + police joint team squared off against the villain hunkered down in the Bulging-Eyes Demon King Tonkatsu shop.
"Aaaah! This whole area's completely surrounded! Surrender, you rotten robber! You're surrounded! Submit to Her Majesty's judgment meekly!"
From behind the barricades set up in front of Bulging-Eyes Demon King Tonkatsu, the magical girl serving as team leader for this op bellowed into her megaphone.
"Hereditary innocence, poverty is guilt! Report this dump to the food and drug agency and shut it down! How the hell does half a cockroach come out of your tonkatsu?!"
The villain, decked out in what looked exactly like a suicide vest—wires and an alarm clock hooked up to some mystery rectangular gadget—shouted back.
"Guh, we can't agree to that! The tonkatsu shop owner needs to eat too! Give us another demand!"
"Then pay me mental anguish compensation! Half a mil, and I'll look the other way!"
"We can't scrape that much together! My monthly allowance is only ten grand!"
"Zero-interest, five-month installments available!"
"...Gimme a sec to think it over!"
The magical girl was still just a young kid herself, living off pocket money from her parents, so half a million won hit like a gut punch.
"Guh... Where's our negotiator? They still not here?"
"The negotiator's off snagging a Lego direct import from Carrot Carrot Market right now."
"Our top negotiator, the kind who brags about haggling a 50k Lego down to 49,990. Did they pull it off?"
"They bombed the nego hard, got threatened with selling to someone else, and ended up agreeing to 100k."
"Guh, our best negotiator... What now?"
Dragging this out could spell disaster for the hostages. And today of all days, villain activity was off the charts—outbreaks several times higher than usual. With villains spiking like crazy, most pulling hostage stunts or sit-ins to waste magical girls' time. To nab even one more, they'd need every magical girl available, but here they were, tied up. Countless folks must be trembling under villain terror right now! Tying up the magical girls' hands and feet like this was terrifying—what depravity came next?—but first, save the people in front of you.
"Should I have a magic-type magical girl snipe him? Nah. One wrong move, and if he gets badly hurt, I could get sued for manslaughter on duty. Aaaah, what the hell do we do?"
As the team leader scratched her head in frustration, the squatting villain yelled again.
"Then is Magical Girl More Red here yet?! Bring More Red! Drag that red commie in front of me, and I'll release one hostage!"
"More Red again? Why's everyone after Red today?!"
Bring More Red, and he'd release a hostage every hour. Bring More Red, and he'd nap here for an hour then peace out on his own. Bring More Red, and he'd spill where he hid the biochemical bomb laced with the city's hottest TS virus. Weirdly, every villain's demand included dragging Magical Girl More Red in front of them. Like they desperately wanted her pinned down. Their goal was all More Red, every one. Even this clown squatting in Bulging-Eyes Demon King Tonkatsu had some side agenda, but the main event was More Red.
She'd heard "More Red" five thousand times today alone—the magical girl was twitching at the d sound now. So the Magical Girl Association urgently paged More Red, which is why I, Chae Sua, ended up in front of this ridiculously named joint.
"Haa... What a mess."
One look at the circus, and I let out a massive sigh. Villain taking hostages? Weird. Magical girls dicking around like this? Weird. Cops lurking over there? Weird. Everything in sight was weird and straight-up stupid.
Normally, Darkness villains aim to harvest emotion energy, so they skip sit-ins and hostages. Why waste time when you could round up randos in an empty lot and suck 'em dry? Time sinks like protests with crap energy yield and unwanted attention? They avoid that idiocy.
So why the hostage spree today? And why're they yelling my name nonstop—Chae Sua here, Chae Sua there, come quick!
"Don't stand up and die! Stay down and live!"
I wanted to charge that suicide-vest idiot spouting nonsense and flick his forehead into oblivion, but I held back.
Even now, Tyranno and that bitch Lion are together...
—Crunch crunch— What're those two doing right now? Strolling a dim alley lit only by streetlamps? Tucked in a dark movie theater corner, sneaky light petting through the curtain? Or did that psycho cat get him blackout drunk and drag him to a motel...
"Whoa, her face is scary as hell..."
"Touch her wrong, and we're dead."
The other magical girls were shrinking away. Whew. Deep breath. Loosen the glare. Imagining Tyranno and Lion rolling in bed, and I lost emotional control without realizing. What're they whispering up there? Sharing body heat, what thoughts? I'll never know in a million years. But who cares. Whatever sweet talk, emotional bonding, love or whatever—they can have it. In the end, Tyranno kneels under my pussy.
Love? Affection? Cherishing crap? Once I fuck that pathetic mesugaki boy raw till he can't live without my pussy, it'll all follow naturally. Taming a loser mesugaki's tiny dick is too easy. Mesugaki juice gets slurped by Alpha Female Gold Sun's superior pussy, spurting cum nonstop till he falls into male corruption. Common sense, right?
"Ah, shit. Shoulda kept him locked down back then."
The day after pounding Tyranno like crazy. He woke first, spotted me, tried hiding—I toyed with him a bit, went for that morning wood nom-nom, but who knew he'd have a teleporter? Without that, he'd be glued to my side right now.
Lost Tyranno after, wallowed in emptiness and self-loathing for a while. Finally patched my head together, Kakao'd him—got a cold "never contact me again."
"Tyranno's the type to spam 'loser' from start to finish in Kakao. No trace? Yeah, Lion sent that."
That damn she-cat. Seems sweet on Tyranno, but he's mine. I'll claim him. I'll knock him up first. Post-Kakao, I spent days chasing leads on Tyranno's whereabouts, poking everywhere. Promised first dibs if Tyranno or Lion popped up.
So this morning, intel on Tyranno and Lion—blazed to the park outbreak. No trace left.
"Figured they couldn't go far, scoured the area... But Lion? No normal bitch, that one."
Found 'em quick, actually. Not far from the park, threading a crowd: Tyranno and some woman I'd never seen. Slender limbs, decent threads. Not as hot as me, but pretty enough. Figured bodyguard bitch, approached—then she whipped around, eyes locked.
Chills hit instant. Not a mere guard—human-form Lion. Those amber eyes. Lion-gold under moonlight brush. I'd win a fight, sure. Not stomp her one-sided, might take real damage, but I'd win. Those beast eyes screamed she wouldn't give a fuck about civilian lives.
Villain surge today? Her doing, no doubt.
"That beast bitch."
Our poor baby mesugaki Tyranno stuck to that monster? I gotta protect him. Yeah, baby mesugaki Tyranno—I'll keep you safe. Especially stash that mesugaki loser dick deep in my pussy from her.
"Decided. Next chance, corrupt him male for good."
But first, handle this vest clown and Lion and hostages.
"Gotta earn my pay, though."
Case closed in seconds. Blitzed him too fast to react, forehead flick to KO. Vest blew as he dropped—I hugged it tight, minimal splash, tanked it fine.
"Pfft, no biggie. Hostages over this? Todays' magical girls are too frail—that's the problem. How'm I s'posed to catch real villains?"
Latte is just talk, y'know—I tanked a villain hurling a train barehanded to drop him. Brushed off the soot, and there's another call from afar?
"More Red! Villain at the ramen joint with half-cockroach demands you!"
"Ah, shit. Pissing me off for real."
Villains, whatever—gonna kill 'em all. Ended up chasing villain asses till next morning, no home time.
"Ah, shit. Wasted the night chasing villains outdoors. Pissed... Huh."
Tyranno and Lion exiting a motel. Early morning, same clothes as yesterday.
"............So annoying."