Chapter 47: Relationships reversed (3)

In my relationship with Happy, the phrase ‘let’s make a deal’ had never been used in its ordinary sense.

If it had occurred in my 132nd life with its literal meaning, I might have smiled at a structure that benefited both sides.

But it didn’t, and I often frowned at deals where I was unilaterally robbed.

If you ask why it became so twisted, I would answer that it was because of Happy.

It wasn’t my fault; it was a problem caused by her messing up the first button.

After uttering the words ‘let’s make a deal,’ she ruined my pride and honor and presented the poison called love as if it were the ultimate cuisine, incomparable to anything else in the world.

Moreover, in those days, I didn’t find Happy’s love sweet or thrilling, so I desperately tried not to drink a single drop of the poison she offered.

Then I, too, mentioned a distorted version of a deal to her.

Whether it was out of spite, wanting her to experience the same thing, or because my brain had melted from continuous abuse, and I couldn’t think, so I repeated the same words Happy had said.

Whatever it was, probably both were correct, I wanted Happy’s expression to twist like mine.

From then on, the phrase ‘let’s make a deal’ became a signal flare announcing the start of a war.

We tore at each other like warriors engaged in looting, taking valuable things instead of precious ones.

We wounded each other’s hearts and left our marks on each other’s bodies.

Afterward, it was so unpleasant and uncomfortable that I didn’t want to make a deal ever again.

Yet, the reason I kept demanding deals was because of the punishment inflicted by the ‘Quest Jewel.’

I was swept away by artificially created emotions, and I treated it as an effort for a better life, trying to love Happy.

Happy was the same.

She knew my love was born from lies but tried to accept it.

Without knowing that such a method was ultimately a self-consuming hypocrisy, she repeated the looting battle as if addicted.

As a result, Happy would get angry whenever I said, ‘let’s make a deal,’ but she didn’t inflict abuse.

Instead, she was consumed by greed and stole my precious things.

I, too, gave up my first experience to extract information from her that would be useful in the next life.

That was the way our deals were.

Vicious, self-destructive, and giving up great things for small gains.

We repeated things that only madmen would enjoy.

And now.

After ending my 132nd life and entering my 133rd life alone…

No, I don’t know why it turned out this way, but Alpha is here.

However, she doesn’t accurately grasp the relationship between me and Happy, so let’s leave her alone for a moment.

As the memories of that time became memories that existed only in my head, a slight sense of loss, a bit of happiness, and a large amount of sadism began to boil within me.

I was overwhelmed by the urge to pour events that would cause sadness onto Hyunseo, who was sitting right in front of me, to summon Happy.

I wanted to start a looting battle that would distort the expression of that crazy magical girl.

But I couldn’t.

“I want to… I want to hold your hand.”

The baseness that had been deeply rooted in my heart melted away at Hyunseo’s words, which seemed absurdly pure.

Her face and hair were the same, and she even wore the same clothes as in the 132nd life, but her most important characteristic, her personality, was completely different from Happy’s.

For the record, the request to ‘hold hands’ was an answer blurted out after agonizing over the words ‘let’s make a deal’ for over five minutes.

Sitting across from me, she shook her legs and tore at her hair to turn her unstable joy into definite happiness, alternating glances between me and the desk, and unable to keep her hands still even for a moment.

“Can you do that, Yeres unnie?”

“…Pfft.”

Even the following question was quite laughable.

The magical girl’s purity, which I had only been able to feel for a brief moment in my past life, was so abundant in this life that I burst out laughing.

“I-I-I-I’m sorry!”

Oops. She must have thought I was mocking her.

Feeling embarrassed by my reaction, Hyunseo covered her face with both hands to hide her self-made expression and flushed complexion and began to confess.

“To dare try to hold unnie’s hand. I thought it would be okay since you said I could ask for anything I wanted… ! I’m sorry if I upset you because of me!”

At first, I tried to explain that I wasn’t laughing.

Then, I closed my mouth at Hyunseo’s preemptive excuse.

‘Upset.’…

It’s not as much as in the 132nd life, and it’s less than the shock I received from talking to Alpha as soon as I started the 133rd life, but I’m still suffering from emotional ups and downs.

To be honest, I wanted to whine to Hyunseo.

I hated her for pretending to be pure when we had already enjoyed each other like lovers, hugging, kissing, fondling each other’s precious places, and even taking away my first time.

Of course, I know very well that she’s not pretending to be pure.

I also didn’t forget that Happy isn’t Hyunseo.

But I still wanted to.

I wanted to kiss her right now, but I didn’t want to be the first to say it.

I hoped that a more lewd sentence than ‘I want to hold your hand’ would come out of Hyunseo’s mouth.

Whether that’s a positive or negative flow, I’ll have to look into it further.

No, does it matter which one it is?

Happy started it in the first place.

It’s a story that started with that magical girl ruining me.

Is there any reason to suffer from guilt for tainting Hyunseo’s purity black?

Such a thing doesn’t exist in this world.

In the first place, I’m the queen of the evil organization Dark Moon, and Hyunseo is a magical girl.

It’ll be okay.

Just a little bit.

One drop of black ink on pure white.

Let’s only corrupt her that much.

“Hyunseo.”

“…”

As soon as I finished thinking, I called Hyunseo.

She was still covering her face with both hands, feeling embarrassed.

“Show me your face.”

“Ugh… I can’t. I must look really ugly right now.”

“It’s okay.”

“Then… wait for me for a second.”

“Park Hyunseo. Right now.”

At the continuous urging and the tone that sounded like an order at the end, the two hands that had been covering her entire face slowly lowered.

When they stopped, it was exactly in the middle.

Her forehead, pupils, and the part where her nose began came into view.

“I can do that as much as you want.”

At first, I wanted to order her to take her hands off her face completely, but I didn’t because it was fun to observe her in her own way.

I swallowed hard at the sight of the love slowly revealing itself through the large amount of embarrassment.

When I witnessed the sight of those emotions blurring with tears, I almost couldn’t contain my excitement and pounced on her.

I shouldn’t do that.

Just like Happy did, Hyunseo has to shake my heart first.

“Here, reach out your hand.”

I didn’t intend to hand over what she wanted straight away from the beginning.

I pretended to place my right hand neatly on the desk, but at the last moment, I put strength into it and induced a thud!

The position was right in the center.

If Hyunseo wants to hold my hand, she also has to reach out her hand.

“Go on. It’s okay to hold it tightly.”

She didn’t reach out her hand right away.

She kept covering her face with both hands.

“Why? Did you change your mind?”

But she will eventually reach out.

From the moment I deliberately made a thud! her pupils were focused on my right hand.

“If you don’t want to, forget it.”

“No, no, no, no, no.”

As I feigned a sullen expression and withdrew my hand, she finally put both hands on the desk.

“Wait a minute… please give me some time.”

I chuckled at her flushed face and the rough breathing that I couldn’t clearly see when she covered it with both hands.

I quickly bit my lip, worried that she might think I was laughing at her again, but fortunately, it was an unnecessary thought.

Hyunseo was busy fixing her freed hands back on the desk, approaching at a pace slower than a snail.

“It’ll only be a minute. It’s because I’m too nervous… If you wait a little longer…”

“No.”

“Yes? Why… Ugh!”

Taking advantage of her embarrassment, I quickly grabbed Hyunseo’s hand.

Then, I interlaced my fingers with hers to feel her flushed warmth in detail.

“How is it?”

“T-T-T-That’s….!”

“Put more strength into it. You said you wanted to hold it tightly.”

“That’s true…! Just a minute…! Yeres unnie, it tickles!”

“That shouldn’t be the case? I told you. I can hold hands as much as you want. So it’s okay to get a little more cheeky.”

“If I do that…!”

“You won’t be a magical girl anymore?”

“No. That’s not it…”

Hyunseo opened her mouth to answer this time as well, shaking her head from side to side.

The fragrance flowing from her swaying pink hair was quite alluring.

“My head might explode.”

Even though.

Even though she was seducing me every time she acted.

I hated Hyunseo for pretending to be pure as if she didn’t know anything.

Again, I know very well that she’s not pretending to be pure.

But I still wanted to think that way.

“It’ll never explode.”

Because that’s what happened in the past life.

She might not remember, but there were times when she kissed me and slept in the same bed.

The reality that those memories had now become mine alone made me a little bitter, so I vented my anger on her unjustly.

“It’s okay to think a little more boldly.”

“A little more… Is that okay?”

“Yeah. There must be something you want more desperately than holding hands.”

For that reason, I tempted her to cross the line.

I whispered that it was okay to fall.

I’ll grant you whatever you want.

Please, I begged her to become as base as I was.

…
…

“T-T-T-Then. Please take a sticker picture with me.”

But Hyunseo wasn’t Happy.

I let out a sigh without her knowing, feeling disappointed.

At the same time, I acknowledged the reality that it couldn’t be helped.

“Okay.”

Then I, too, should say something at a similar level of demand as her.

I began to wonder if it was okay to say anything.

“Happy…! You can’t!”

…First of all, I have to stop that guy from contacting the Magical Girl Management Department.

I glared at Runt, who had woken up from his fainting spell.

F*cking bastard.