Congratulations on Your Magical Girl Duties

27 – At the Terminus

We only realize the preciousness of something when we lose it.

It’s definitely true. Right now, I was keenly aware of the preciousness of lost freedom.

All because of Futanari Magical Girls.

“Hold him down.”

Before the leader, Futanari, could even finish the words, the rest of the Futanari had stolen the freedom of my body.

Every part that could move was being crushed.

Head, neck, arms, legs, torso, waist, everything.

My body, already struggling to move, was now completely still, all thanks to them.

Only seeing, hearing, and speaking remained possible.

“What should we do with the basic magic wand? He’s a man, he can’t even use it.”

“Just smash it. Looking at it reminds me of the old days, and suddenly I’m pissed off.”

“Understood.”

The basic magic wand was even snatched away and shattered to pieces.

Effectively, any means of resistance had completely disappeared.

“Get your feet off me, you sons of b*tches!”

“Leader, this b*stard’s resisting too much. What should we do? Should we break an arm or leg?”

“No need, this is even better. Won’t he soon be moaning and groaning?”

“I have to admit, it’s fun watching him struggle every time we pound him.”

At least, thankfully, no bones were broken, no tendons severed.

“Ah, right. Grandma. Don’t put it in his mouth yet. It’s a waste.”

“B-but I feel like I’m going mad.”

“Instead, I’ll let you go first. How’s that?”

“In that case, I can hold on a little longer.”

I could add the fact that a cock hadn’t been shoved in my mouth to that list.

Not that it offered much comfort.

The opponents were not only numerous, but all former magical girls with overwhelmingly superior physical abilities compared to me.

Meanwhile, I was just an ordinary guy.

And on top of that, my body couldn’t even move properly.

There was an unbridgeable gap between them and me.

There was no way to reverse the situation. Being brutally violated was practically just a matter of time.

If I had the Moonlight Sword, then maybe things would be different.

Right now, I can’t do anything.

“Shit.”

Helplessness.

A single word, comprised of three characters, began to consume my mind.

And.

Now, the emotion of fear also poked its head.

“Alright, shall we start having some fun?”

Leader Futana, swinging his monstrous appendage, had approached behind me, slowly.

This won’t do.

This really won’t do.

If that thing pierces me, my guts will burst and I’ll die, no question. Even if I’m lucky enough to survive, it’ll be as good as death.

More than anything, my dignity will die. Once, once that thing enters me, whether I live or die, my dignity is absolutely finished.

Never, even in the other world, had I faced such a terrifying enemy. Back there, I only worried about being stabbed by a sword, never about being stabbed by a cock.

I wailed, half-convulsing.

“Why me of all people!”

I blurted it out impulsively, but it wasn’t just random babble. The question did cross my mind.

Think about it.

If a woman has acquired a male appendage, shouldn’t the proper thing be to use it on a v*gina?

“Hm? What’s wrong with that?”

“I’m a man!”

“I know.”

Then why are you trying to fuck a man?

“If you know, go fuck the other magical girls to your heart’s content! Not me, you b*stard!”

Of course, I don’t intend to hand over Blondie or Sora.

We haven’t known each other long, but selling them out to save my own skin feels like it violates some shred of conscience.

But, isn’t this the rear guard area?

He can target the other magical girls.

Tactically, and physically.

Therefore, from their perspective, and from mine, wouldn’t it be better to target them instead of me?

“Screwing a man is just more fun to watch react. And girls break easily, they’re not interesting.”

And so, Futana continues,

“We raided the Korean branch of the Shaolin Temple once. The reactions were quite pleasing.”

“…Attacked where, you say?”

“Shaolin. Take a look.”

No sooner had the leader-futanari spoken than another one placed something before me.

It was a camcorder.

Just then, a video started playing.

“Normally, I only show this to my Magical Subscribers, but this time, I’ll give you a special free viewing.”

The video showed futanaris unleashing their desires on men with shaved heads.

Amidst the sleazy, squelching sounds, screams bordering on howls echoed from within the video.

“S-Stop! Stop it!”

“It’s…broken? My Vajra Body…?”

“Aigoo! No, you little rascal!!! That’s the hole where the Great Revival Pill comes from!!!”

It was horrific, ghastly.

Truly, hell itself couldn’t be worse.

How could a person commit such an act? Compared to this, the other world is a utopia.

“Get your dick out of my face, you b*stard.”

“Ah, ah, this isn’t a dick, it’s Jesus.”

What the hell kind of Jesus was this, for crying out loud.

“I’m sending you to Heaven, you see.”

Right. I’m the idiot for trying to understand.

Meanwhile, the leader-futanari aimed the camcorder at me and started recording.

“From this moment on, we will send this frail little lamb to Heaven.”

“N-N-No, stop it!”

I shouted urgently, but she paid no heed, taking her hand to my waist.

“Don’t worry. I’ll send you soaring to ascension, too, with my cock that has combined with all the men of Shaolin.”

“aaah!!! Just don’t put your cock in─!”

– *Rip!*

I felt my belt buckle give way limply in the futanari’s grasp.

“Ah.”

In that instant, my vision went black.

*

Before me lay a white expanse, utterly empty.

Where was I?

A place I’d never seen before.

Surely not the other world. Ten years I spent there, but never once had I encountered a place like this.

Yet, neither did it feel like the world I knew. Too unreal, for that. A faint sense of detachment hung in the air.

Nowhere in my life, short as it may have been, or long, at thirty-three years, had I ever been.

This was where I found myself.

But, stranger than this place, even now, was something else entirely.

“Me… what was I doing?”

I couldn’t recall.

I vaguely remembered ending the final battle in the other world, and finally returning to my old life.

But.

That was all.

Nothing more surfaced. My mind felt thick, filled with a hazy fog.

There was definitely something important I needed to do…

『Hey.』

“Huh?”

A voice, abrupt, shattered my thoughts.

The space had seemed empty, but now a peculiar being stood before me.

It was humanoid, but not human, I reckoned. Its body lacked definition, all white, which led me to that conclusion.

At first glance, it resembled a mass of white.

Only the mouth was discernible.

『Awake now, are we?』

The mouth curved into a smile at that moment.

『You’ve got a face full of questions, I see.』

The bizarre entity plopped down before me, resting its chin on a mass that resembled a hand, and pursed its lips.

『Well, go on then, ask.』

“Where is this place? Is it my world, or the other one?”

『Nowhere, really. Nothing at all.』

I’d asked as best as I could, but the answer I received was as ambiguous as my own memories.

“Is that so.”

Noticing my disappointment, the peculiar being quickly added,

“If I had to define it, it’s more like a place you linger before concluding your life. A sort of spirit realm, if you will.”

“That means…”

At that moment, a single conclusion surfaced.

I didn’t want to voice it, but at this point, I had no choice but to acknowledge what was before me.

Neither the current world, nor the other world, but a third place entirely.

A space where you linger before concluding your life.

A kind of spirit realm.

All of this pointed to one thing.

“Don’t tell me… am I dead?”

Death.

“Well, that depends on how you see it.”

“I see…”

Just like before, another infuriatingly ambiguous answer came back.

But I was already half-certain.

“…So, I’m dead after all.”

I was dead.

“You seem awfully calm about it, considering.”

“I suppose so.”

What else could I be?

I had been living on borrowed time. In that other world, I had been walking a tightrope between life and death every single moment.

It was simply that my delayed death had finally arrived.

In some ways, this might be for the best. At least I had concluded my life in the current world, not that other one.

“It’s not as if I have absolutely no regrets, though.”

Even so, I couldn’t easily shake off this feeling of emptiness.

Well, there was nothing to be done about it, was there?

I was only human, after all.

“Is there anyone in the world without regrets?”

“That’s true.”

Then, abruptly, a thought bloomed in my mind.

“Ah, but you know,”

『What is it?』

Who, precisely, is this being addressing me?

Resembling a person, yet not one.

If I’m dead, is this the sort of presence one typically encounters?

For example.

“Are you, perhaps, a god?”

A god, or something akin.

『Does it truly matter who I am?』

“You’re not wrong.”

Indeed, it’s hardly of paramount importance.

I’m already dead, after all.

A hollow laugh escaped me.

“It’s over then…”

Looking back, it wasn’t an easy life.

Every single moment, I lived with a fierce intensity. Not one day was truly carefree. Always, I lived consumed with thoughts of how to kill.

But, if you were to ask if it was entirely a bleak, ashen existence, I would answer no.

Though fleeting, there were days of brightness.

Well, it’s all meaningless now.

Since I’ve ended up dying like this.

“It can’t be helped.”

I can’t deny the lingering regret of such a futile ending, but it wasn’t something I couldn’t accept.

Now, perhaps, it’s time for a little rest.

『The journey might be tedious alone.』

At that moment, the god stood up from their seat and clapped their hands. In the void, two chairs materialized with startling suddenness.

Then, the god offered me one of the chairs.

『Why don’t you tell me your story?』

“As you wish.”

And so, I slowly began to speak.

“I was the Lunar Champion in another world.”

『Oh? And what was the first thing you, the Lunar Champion, did in this other world?』

“I kicked a vegetable-selling grandmother.”

『…What?』

The sojourn in another world experienced by this stranger in the present.