Chapter 59: Pure love (2)

Holding my collar with her left hand, Happy pulled her right arm far back.

It was clearly a gesture to start slapping me, so I swallowed hard and began to contemplate how to escape the abuse.

It’s not something to be proud of… but it’s not because it’s the first time I’m being slapped in my life.

I’ve already been abused countless times by her, and slapping is the most insignificant of them all, so it has established itself as a pain that I now take lightly.

Then why did I contemplate it?

It was because of a simple yet complex reason.

If you clearly recognize how painful the upcoming shock is, everyone will contemplate how to avoid it somehow, right?

I wanted to do that too.

I wanted to forget everything and lose everything and become an ordinary person, at least in front of Happy.

I wished that the forbidden area of loving a magical girl, even though I’m the queen of the evil organization Dark Moon, was actually nothing special.

Although that vulgar and twisted concept of a woman lusting after another woman’s body wouldn’t be the case no matter how hard I tried to appear ordinary.

While yearning to move in the right direction someday, I vowed not to avoid a slap that I could easily avoid.

First, I belittled my own abilities.

I concluded that I couldn’t move because Happy had grabbed my upper body and my lower body was kneeling on the floor.

Then, I put down my pride to accept the abuse that would come as a result of providing the cause.

I said the words “Let’s make a deal,” didn’t I?

You have to quietly endure it, Yeres.

Still, I didn’t want it to hurt, so I tightly shut my eyes and clenched my teeth.

Smack!

The slap I received after so long was… wait a minute.

After so long?

That’s not right.

Why does time seem to be flowing so slowly these days?

It had only been a day since I finished the last life, and it was only a few days ago that I realized Happy’s feelings for me.

The life that hasn’t even been a week felt longer than the 132 past lives where I was frantically trying to kill her combined.

Smack!
“Apologize.”

Smack!
“I said apologize quickly because you were wrong.”

Unlike the broken sense of time, the misery was still there.

My skin burst after 3 slaps.

If I don’t apologize to Happy, the droplets of blood that had formed will flow like a waterfall before long.

As I imagined the terrible future, my reason, which had been frightened by the gradually destroyed body, screamed at me.

It said that it didn’t want to see the pride that had collapsed in the past life but had been forcibly raised again collapse once more, and it urged me to please open my mouth and apologize to Happy.

…
…

I couldn’t do that.

It’s because I’m forcibly holding back a burst of hollow laughter that was about to come out.

If I opened my mouth, Happy would start an abuse that was more than just slapping.

Blood is flowing after just 3 times.

The expected shock was 3 times stronger than now.

From the beginning, I had imagined the pain of blood flowing from my cheek.

Strangely, peace came to my mind when the abuse that I thought would be cruel was weaker than I had expected.

Smack!
“Apologize, Yeres.”

Smack!
“Quickly!”

That doesn’t mean it’s bearable.

I could feel heat on my cheek, which had turned completely red before I knew it.

Cheek and palm, blood and skin, love and madness.

The body temperature that was gradually rising from the friction caused by those things meshing together like gears was the same as the temperature of a summer day.

Then, the feeling of loving a magical girl and the sadness of being pained by the loving girl began to shake my heart.

Maybe she’s the same as me.

Because I love her and she loves me too.

“…Yeres Unni. What’s so good that you’re smiling?”

Crap.

I ended up bursting into a hollow laughter that I had been holding back in the situation full of contradictions.

Happy, who had taken that as ridicule, distorted her face.

The expression that had become even more serious than before, even though it had been like that since before, was an emotion that a magical girl should never show.

“It doesn’t hurt, right? You’re really worthy of being the queen of the evil organization Dark Moon.”

In the first place, even the slapping wasn’t like a magical girl.

An outfit full of frills and pink hair.

Even if the mascot, who is frozen in this situation and can’t easily say anything or even move, is looking at us.

She never acted like a magical girl.

“No, you have to be. So don’t make excuses.”

I felt a strange loneliness when I heard the question that was close to a monologue, so I inadvertently opened my mouth.

No, I was blocked by Happy from opening my mouth.

As if the words she spat out had to be a monologue, she moved her left hand, which had been grabbing my collar, to block my mouth and pulled her right arm back.

Smack!

“It might hurt a little now.”

She was a pure girl who definitely kept the words she spat out.

The slapping, which had been getting stronger in stages, gradually became irregular, and before long, it began to degenerate into an act close to battery.

The only fortunate thing is… no. Maybe it’s an unfortunate thing.

Unlike the worry that I thought would break and shatter me if I was subjected to intense abuse, I felt comfort.

Like the bizarre law of the world where a bitter taste is felt if something is too sweet, my senses were paralyzed when a pain that was so intense that I couldn’t bear it came.

Smack!

From that time on, I fell into delusion.

I felt a very slight amount of consideration in Happy’s rough, violent, and sharp slapping.

Consideration that came with abuse.

It was an awkward sentence, but because we love each other in a way that others don’t understand.

We couldn’t find a more appropriate expression than this for us, who are searching for sweetness and thrill even in this situation.

Smack!

The slapping, where I could only feel the sound and heat, continued.

Now that it had become so strong that my face was distorted when I was hit, a situation came where I couldn’t put strength into my body, and the blood that had burst and formed in droplets had been flowing down like a waterfall since some time ago.

Even so, I didn’t stop the delusion.

Only my body had become tattered, but on the contrary, my mind, which had become clearer than before, presented me with a more concrete delusion.

For what reason is Happy abusing me?

It’s not because she’s sad.

If that were the case, she would have finished the third awakening.

She’s angry at me right now.

It’s because she can’t feel sadness that she’s angry.

Then what should I do?

Will the situation get better if I appease her?

Will she stop the abuse if I confess my love?

Will Happy really listen if I ask her not to lose her purity?

“Now tell me. Why did you do that?”

While I was frantically trying to find the answer, the slapping that had exceeded double digits stopped.

As a result of abusing me while putting quite a lot of emotion into it, Happy’s breathing was quite rough.

I wanted to open my mouth, but my body was causing problems.

My body, which had been paralyzed and broken by the pain that had been constantly accumulated, didn’t follow my control.

If Happy hadn’t grabbed my collar, I would have collapsed to the floor like a marionette with its strings cut.

Using my hands, which were still moving, I forcibly grabbed Happy’s left hand tightly.

Then, I took out my tongue and licked her index and middle fingers.

“Ha. You don’t want to apologize, but you don’t want to get hit either. So what you chose was just this?”

I raised my head, which kept falling back, to counter the pouring ridicule.

It was then that the paralyzed senses returned to normal, and I frowned as I felt the pain that had been accumulated from the abuse.

Through the blurry vision, I witnessed her expression, which had been full of anger, gradually softening, even though she had said “just this.”

The action that I thought was the correct answer was definitely the correct answer.

To love her even more, I put her fingers in my mouth and rolled them around like candy.

“…Ugh.”

A strange excitement was drawn on the magical girl’s face.

Then, it would be okay to get a little more violent.

When I grabbed her waist with both hands and pulled her down, she obediently climbed onto my lap.

“Did you feel sad because I healed your mother?”
“Yes, I’m very sad.”

Happy’s face turned bright red from the anger that still hadn’t completely escaped and the excitement that was gradually rising.

There was a big difference between becoming red only with blood and becoming red from bleeding, but in the end, they were both red.

I let out a sigh of relief, saying that we were thinking the same thing after all.

“Then can you do it?”
“Do what?”
“Awakening.”
“…I can’t.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re too kind.”

When the hand that had been grabbing my collar, blocking my mouth, and slapping me, wrapped around my waist, I felt a warmth that surpassed warmth.

By the way, to use the expression “kind” for the queen of the evil organization Dark Moon.

I don’t know who the magical girl is anymore.

“I’m sorry.”

Then it would be okay for me to talk like a magical girl, right?

I grabbed her tightly with both hands and offered an apology.

“What are you sorry for?”
“For healing your mother, who you hate.”
“And.”
“And?”
“Yes. There’s one more thing you should be sorry for.”

That’s right.

I have to apologize for that too.

“I’m sorry for not loving you enough.”
“That’s the correct answer.”

Happy, who had forgotten her anger at my apology, drew a smile on her face.

“Did it hurt a lot?”
“No, I’m okay.”

After ending the abuse and asking about each other’s well-being, we started a kiss that we hadn’t promised.

From that time on, we felt sweetness and thrill, like the protagonists of a romance novel.

I hugged Happy even tighter, and Happy knocked me over backward.

I didn’t care that the blood that flowed from my cheek was smudged, and she continued to lust after me.

“Happy.”
“Yes, Unni.”

After finishing the kiss, a time to face each other came.

Her gaze that was pressing down on me was full of uneasiness, and she showed a pitiful movement as if begging me not to do it.

It must be because she knows what I’m going to say here.

Even so, I opened my mouth.

“Let’s make a deal.”
“…”
“…”
“….Okay.”

The magical girl, who had realized the importance of love, nodded.

Without thinking at all about what she would demand

Without guessing at all what she would be demanded to do.