All Magical Girls Are Mentally Ill

“It’s all… because of you, Counselor Oppa.”

-Crunch.

With each tightening of her grip, the pain grew sharper, more vivid.

The delicate hands wrapped around my throat—hands so lovely they could be called “jade-like.” Even if I wanted to push them away, I couldn’t overpower her.

Because she was—

“It’s all. Your. Fault… You seduced me. You—you’re the one who tempted me! You bastard! You fucking bastard.”

—a magical girl.

A being who far surpassed the strength of an ordinary man.

“Ghk…”

“Haha, I—I should’ve done this from the start. If I’d known it’d be this easy… those disgusting bitches wouldn’t have been by your side.”

Her grip tightened further.

My mind grew hazier, yet my senses sharpened unbearably.

-Rustle.

The cold touch of her fingers brushed against my skin as my clothes loosened.

And gradually, I had no choice but to accept reality.

I’d made a mistake.

I should’ve kept my distance.

No—I shouldn’t have let her burrow so deep into my heart.

Helpless, I could only stare at her.

“Oppa… You brought this on yourself. I—I tried to hold back. But you kept walking around with that damn bitch… Haha.”

Then, I closed my eyes.