64 – The One Who Rubs and Makes the Water Flow

Let me ask a question.

Regardless of location or gender, how does one react upon witnessing someone using an onahole?

Likely, it can be divided into four broad categories.

To be considerably flustered.

To make an earnest effort to understand.

To feel genuine disgust and contempt.

To beg and plead, promising to clean it afterward and return it.

Therefore.

If that person, while using the onahole, calls out your name, how will you react?

Will you exhibit one of the previous four reactions?

Will you suggest trying the real thing instead of a toy?

In Sora’s case, she belonged to the category of disgust and contempt.

Only, she was a bit extreme.

“Why do you keep saying my name every time you’re doing Magical Onanism, you b*stard!”

No, correction.

Not just a bit, but very extreme.

Otherwise, there’s no way a magic wand could be stabbed.

– Thwack!

Into the head of a magical girl who is vigorously rubbing an onahole on their lower body.

Even with a magic wand impaled in her head, the magical girl staunchly continued her business.

“Hnggh… uhnnnnngh!”

– *Fshooosh!*

Releasing a vulgar moan, and spurting forth a grand tide to completion.

“Sora’s thick, long thing filled me up…!”

With an expression of rapture, she reveled in the afterglow of climax. All the while, diligently grinding an onahole against her lower body.

This magical girl, far from normal, was as bizarre in appearance as she was in action.

Rainbow-hued hair shimmering.

A tongue rather long for a human.

Slightly unsettling, vertically-slit pupils.

Difficult to pinpoint, but overall, an impression that evoked reptiles.

Perhaps that was why.

Despite witnessing a woman’s self-pleasure and climax for the first time, I felt absolutely nothing.

It felt like watching an animal documentary.

No, more like something incredibly disgusting that tried to pass as one.

The kind of spectacle that would be used to “enliven” a dormant online gallery. A scene too precious to be witnessed by my lonesome.

Suddenly, I felt like utter shit. To have my precious first experience defiled in such a manner.

“Well, fuck me sideways.”

“Huh?”

Only then did the magical girl, still steeped in pleasure, turn her gaze to me.

“What?”

She didn’t show any particular reaction, though.

Her lower body was naked, yet she didn’t exhibit any embarrassment or alarm upon making eye contact in that state.

“A man?”

She merely spoke indifferently, and resumed diligently grinding the onahole against her lower body.

As if looking at an insect.

No, not even seeing me as an insect.

She must be the magical girl that Sora and Whitedog had mentioned was away on a trip. They’d said she was the real deal when it came to being a lesbian, after all.

Certainly, grinding an onahole in the dorm was grounds for being considered truly worthless.

However, no matter how worthless, this was a bit much.

“What are you doing?”

Who the hell jerks off in the barracks with someone else here? And that clinking of the dog tags just made me feel even more like shit.

But the lezzie just glanced at me sideways, then refocused on the sensations in her lower body.

My voice got louder.

“No, seriously, what the hell are you doing?”

“Magical masturbation.”

“Why are you doing it here, you crazy b*tch?”

At that, the lezzie gave me a hard, unwavering stare.

“What’s your problem?”

“You a guy, right?”

“Can’t you tell?”

“Heteros*xual?”

“Yeah, so what.”

I answered absentmindedly, not taking her seriously.

Then the lezzie started spouting even more nonsense.

“Don’t you heteros wank at home? Shut the fuck up for a bit. You’re not even a woman, why you making such a fuss.”

There’s no reasoning with her.

She really is a headcase.

No, actually, this is my fault.

Didn’t I say it before? Talking to a total screw-up is a mistake in itself.

Come to think of it, am I the only sane person in this whole barracks? The world’s really gone to hell.

Just then, Sora noticed me and offered an awkward smile.

“Oh…, Senior, you’re here.”

She must have been completely out of it, because she hadn’t realized I was even there until now.

Well, good.

This is a perfect chance to ask about that psycho.

“Sora, is that the magical girl we talked about before, the one who went on that business trip? The lezzie you mentioned.”

“Yes, that’s her.”

Just as I suspected.

If so, the magic she uses is probably related to water. Lezzies usually have water as their element, after all.

See that? Still using magic, even now.

“Oh, Sora. You splashed water on your bed.”

“Ah, that goddamn b*tch.”

Meanwhile, Sora was putting on a display befitting a magic girl wielding fire.

“Seriously! God! Dammit! How many times do I have to tell you to stop with the magical squirting, you crazy!”

“Ah, it hurts! Wait! You hit my bone! That really hurts!”

She’d yanked the magic wand that was stuck in Lezh’s head, and was now using it to beat the crap out of Lezh, her anger blazing like a bonfire.

Well, anyway.

“Go do your magical laundry, quick!”

At Sora’s sharp words, Lezh shuffled about, gathering Sora’s bedding and heading out of the dorm.

All the while, leaving a trail in her wake with every step she took. A complete slug, that one.

Sora approached me, her eyes dull and lifeless.

“Where do I even begin?”

“Hmm,” Sora hummed for a moment, then slowly opened her mouth.

“First off, her magical girl name is Rainbow Chameleon. Her real name is Mu Rong.”

Rainbow, huh… Certainly, rainbows come after rain, so a water-attribute magic girl would fit.

Still, that name was a little strange.

It wasn’t exactly a Korean name…

“Is she Chinese, by any chance?”

“Yes, she’s from China, apparently.”

Is it just me, or is everyone else a total disaster?

I seem to be the only one here from Korea.

At this rate, rather than a magic girl dorm, wouldn’t it be more accurate to call this a multinational repository for imbeciles? And of course, I’m the only sane one here.

Anyway.

“It’s easier to understand the magic if you see it directly. It’s a complicated magic to explain.”

“Your heart looks complicated too, Sora.”

“Ha, goddamn.”

It was rather strange to see Sora cursing so freely, unlike her usual self.

Not that I couldn’t understand her reaction.

If it were me, I’d be cursing and smashing that idiot’s head in.

Well, the beating was definitely on the harsh side.

“Hey, is it really okay to wail on him like that? Aren’t you going to get sent to the brig for this later?”

“Magical Maso doesn’t mind anyway. He’s our magical company’s only front-liner, you know.”

“Ah.”

She’s roughed him up more than I have, so it should be fine.

And really, if you think about it, it’s Sora’s self-defense.

Sora let out a couple of sighs, then met my gaze. Her amber eyes glimmered softly.

“…Are you okay now?”

A casually offered question, but not casual at all. The weight of the emotion within it was heavy.

I gave a wry smile and replied.

“I’m fine. I didn’t die, still kicking.”

“That’s a relief. If you had died, I was just thinking of offing myself too.”

“Uh…”

A different meaning, but the weight of the emotion was far too heavy.

To the point I was momentarily speechless.

“Just kidding.”

As if enjoying my reaction, Sora grinned slyly and stuck out her tongue.

Then Sora dropped the smile, looking at me with serious eyes.

“Be careful next time. It was really scary.”

“Okay.”

“Don’t just say it, mean it.”

Sora smiled again and sat down next to me.

Closer than a hand’s breadth, but further than half.

An ambiguous distance, where a slight movement would bring us together.

Maintaining that precarious distance, Sora gave me a slender-eyed smile.

“Thanks for coming back safe.”

It was strange, Sora hitting on a straight guy like me instead of the real lesbians considering she is one herself.

I couldn’t figure her out at all.

I feel bad saying this, but it was a little uncomfortable.

Dealing with Heendungee, who wasn’t even here, would be mentally easier than dealing with Sora.

“Ah…”

As if summoned by thought, Whitey materialized.

“Oh.”

Accompanied by Nakji, who seemed quite pleased.

“Inferior one, you’ve finally recovered, yes? I heard it was a Magical coma you were in.”

“Well, I’m healed. Took a little longer than expected.”

“For an inferior type, your life force is that of a Magical cockroach, yes? Anyway, glad you’re well.”

I nodded vaguely at Nakji’s bright smile and shifted my gaze to Whitey.

“Um…”

Whitey hesitated, watching my reaction.

He seemed just as happy as Nakji that I was alive, but his joy wasn’t unadulterated. Probably felt too ashamed because of what he’d done before.

Dark circles under his eyes and a thinner face than before suggested he’d suffered considerable torment.

Finally, Whitey lowered his head, a hint of moisture in his voice.

“I’m sorry…”

At Whitey’s apology, I stood up.

“Come with me.”

“Okay…”

Whitey slumped his shoulders gloomily and shuffled along behind me. Sora and Nakji watched us warily, trailing silently.

And so, we walked in silence for a while, not a word exchanged.

We finally stopped.

The place we had arrived at was none other than a café.

I gestured towards it with my head, looking at Whitey.

“If you’re sorry, you’re paying today.”

“…Why?”

Whitey tilted his head, confused. Could he really not understand why he should be the one footing the bill?

This little shit?

“Are you shameless? You can’t even afford this?”

“Ah, no! I committed a fault, but is it okay to finish it with just this!”

Thankfully, he understood his wrongdoing.

He just hadn’t expected it to be resolved like this, it seemed.

I nodded, just enough.

“Eh, it’s fine.”

I knew it. Even if Whitedog didn’t act of his own volition, he was still the main culprit behind my injury.

Normally, I’d drag this out, aggressively angling for a victim-playing scenario. That’d be the most reasonable course.

But, I didn’t feel like it, not particularly.

No irreversible disaster had occurred, and no one was permanently harmed.

It was decidedly better than what I’d seen back in that other world.

“Come to think of it, it’s the monster’s fault.”

Besides, Whitedog wasn’t acting all brazen, claiming it wasn’t his fault. He was still fully aware of his culpability, wasn’t he?

Well, in a way, he could be seen as a pushover.

Actually, he *is* a pushover.

He’s received nothing but losses, no gains whatsoever.

But, so what?

I didn’t want to calculate profit and loss with even the people I live with, scrutinizing every single thing.

If I did that, wouldn’t I be just like that b*stard of a hero I saw in the other world?

So, just this once, I decided to give him a chance.

“But…”

Even so, Whitedog’s face remained clouded. Like he was too sorry to allow it.

“Forget it, just buy me something tasty. And while you’re at it, get some sea snails and octopus for Sora and Nakji too.”

“…Okay.”

At least, Whitedog’s expression lightened a little at my words.

“Just need to settle this bill.”

“…”

However, as soon as he faced the check, Whitedog’s expression stiffened once again.

It was because Sora and Nakji had ordered whatever sea snails and octopus they wanted, and I had added a bunch of things besides, so the amount had become absolutely staggering.

“This is…going to be a bit rough, I’m afraid.”

“Um… senior, I’m embarrassed to say this, but could you maybe reconsider it just once?”

Even Nakji and Sora, who were relatively outsiders to the situation, were trying to dissuade me, so how could he not?

But he needed to handle this much.

You could even say it was a bargain.

“Hey, aren’t you paying?”

“Ah… just a moment.”

Even so, was the amount too much to bear? Whitedog was slow to settle the bill.

Well, if that’s how it is, there’s no choice.

I’d have to be a little more forceful.

“Hey, forget it. It doesn’t seem like you need to buy it for me.”

“Really?”

“Suddenly my stomach hurts, I don’t think I can eat anything. It feels like I’ve been shot—”

“S-sorry! I’ll pay, just wait a moment!”

Only then did Whitedog, with a desperate look, hurriedly start pulling out her card.

At that moment, Sora spoke to me urgently.

“Senpai, please, just bear with it this once! Or at least take some of it out!”

“What is it now? She has plenty of money.”

This wasn’t a lie, it was the truth.

I had glimpsed Whitedog’s account before; she had quite a bit of money, even if not as much as me.

This amount wouldn’t really affect her.

So why was even Sora acting like this?

Even Sora’s face was more desperate than Whitedog’s had been just now. The Whitedog attempting to pay wore a determined expression.

I couldn’t understand either Sora or Whitedog.

“That money’s what Unnie’s been saving for Father’s surgery—!”

“Hey! Hey! Goddamn it! Stop, please! I’ll pay!”

Now I understood.

Why Sora had been so desperately trying to stop me.

And why Whitedog’s expression was so determined.

I was taken aback, knocked Whitedog’s hand away, and quickly paid with my own card instead.

After letting out a sigh of relief, I roared at the deflated Whitedog.

“Hey, you crazy b*tch!!!!!”

“B-but…”

“You should have told me if something like that was going on!!!!!”

I almost became a real son of a b*tch.

That motherfucking son of a b*tch had almost made me two-for-two satisfied.

“But I make everyone happy… It was all my fault from the start…”

“I’m not happy, you fuck.”

A moment later, and Whitey would have wasted the value of a life bought with blood and sweat.

“I’m sorry…”

“Whatever, you b*stard.”

Watching Whitey’s downcast gaze, heavy with shame, I spoke with indifference.

“You’re not going to shoot again, right?”

“No, never!”

“Good. Let’s do better.”

Whitey fell silent for a moment.

Then, she quietly moved her lips.

“…Yeah.”

A smile, faint but clear, bloomed on her face.

Watching Whitey and me reconcile, Sora and Nakji each offered a word.

“I’m so glad you made up.”

“It’s so lovely to see these lesser breeds embracing each other. Even Buddha would smile.”

Anyway, the situation had settled down to some extent.

Which meant it was time for the reckoning.

“Sora, how did what I asked you to do go?”

“Ah, you mean that thing you suddenly asked me to do at the end?”

“Yeah.”

The most important settling of accounts in this whole affair.