Chapter 150: Had a great time

Luye didn’t seem to care at all about getting caught—not out of bravado, but simply because she truly didn’t care.

To make the night even sweeter, Luye decided to keep fanning the flames.

The silver-haired girl plopped herself down onto Luye’s back, panting heavily, finally able to relax for a moment.

But that still wasn’t enough; with a sharp smack, she slapped Luye’s butt.

It felt surprisingly soft and springy—no wonder some people like spanking others.

“Enjoy toying with magical girls, do you? Do you know your mistake now?” The silver-haired girl was clearly pleased with herself, full of a sense of accomplishment.

She had caught Luye, number two on the wanted list, with close combat—beating her enemy at her own game.

“In your Easterners’ words, isn’t this what you’d call ‘an unfair victory’?” Luye threw out an idiom, still a bit indignant.

She continued, “Your total MP is way beyond mine. Your magic shield’s strength and cooldown are far better than mine, too. You’re like an invincible god—asking me to fight someone like that is pretty unfair.”

The silver-haired girl was just about to reply.

“Or not!” Luye changed her tune, a wild grin still on her face. “You’ve got all that MP, but you don’t know how to use it. Your magic shield is unmatched, but you never push it to its limits. You’re one of the easiest magical girls I’ve ever dealt with.”

Put simply, she was bullying a newbie.

After all, the girl had only debuted for about two months—she was still green in every way.

The silver-haired girl could bully brainless abominations, but when it came to fighting other magical girls, her lack of experience and skills really showed.

“If I’m the easiest to deal with, then how did you lose to me? Doesn’t that make you even worse?” Of course, the silver-haired girl wouldn’t let herself lose a verbal sparring match.

Luye didn’t bite back, instead asking, “Now that you’ve caught me, what are you going to do? Kill me?”

The girl answered, “No, I won’t. Death is off the table, but punishment is due. However you treated others, I’ll do the same to you.”

Luye: “Do any other magical girls have some debt of gratitude to you? Why are you standing up for them?”

Seeing that the surroundings were quiet and no outsiders were around, the girl dropped the act. “I’m not standing up for them. I just think you need a beating, and I wanted a good excuse to give you one.”

With that, she smacked Luye’s butt again—so bouncy it was addictive.

“Heh, little one, you’re just my type! My whole body’s getting fired up because of you! This feeling is just amazing.” She kept on talking to herself.

Did she just awaken some strange interest?

No, not really.

It was like how the silver-haired girl liked shooting at others, but not being shot herself.

Luye didn’t like getting beaten up—not out of hatred, just plain dislike.

Suddenly, the silver-haired girl said, “I’ll give you a chance now. If you swear to turn over a new leaf and never lay a hand on magical girls again, I’ll let you go this time.”

“Turn over a new leaf?” Luye acted as if she’d just heard the funniest joke in the world, shaking with laughter. “Hahahaha……………”

After a long while, she finally calmed down: “Not only will I not change, I’ll play with you all day and night right here. By day I’ll play with you, by night I’ll play with you—in the villa, on the rooftop, and even in the park, I’ll play with you all!”

Feeling Luye’s ever more excited voice and her overflowing confidence, the silver-haired girl sensed danger.

She hurried to press down harder on Luye’s body, placed her staff across her legs, and freed up her hands.

One hand gripped Luye’s bound hands, the other seized the tightly tied knot.

Luye’s aura had startled her; panic flashed across her face—a real fear of what was about to happen.

Luye’s body began to emit magic power—not overwhelming, but still strong enough that even tied up, she could use magic and control her whip-like ‘magic wand’.

After all, the whip was in close contact with her body.

No matter how hard the silver-haired girl clutched the knot, it was pointless.

Luye was simply too familiar with her ‘magic wand’; her skill in handling the whip was at its peak, and countless magical girls had been marked by it.

The whip quickly floated up, as if it had a life of its own—though of course it was really just Luye controlling it.

The silver-haired girl could summon her staff remotely and control it from afar; naturally, Luye could do the same with her whip—her mastery was many times greater. The supposedly dead-tight knot unraveled in an instant, sliding out from between the silver-haired girl’s fingers no matter how tightly she held it.

In just a few seconds, Luye—once bound tight—had effortlessly freed herself.

The silver-haired girl was momentarily stunned, visibly shocked.

Luye was like a magical girl who had refined her ‘magic wand’ skills to perfection—even if other abilities weren’t top-tier, her overall strength was among the best.

By contrast, the silver-haired girl was clumsy, relying only on her stats. Like a pay-to-win character in a game—or like a GTR getting thrashed by a tofu-delivery AE86.

Seeing Luye about to break free completely, the silver-haired girl switched tactics. She hurriedly tried the Ultimate Move she’d learned online: the Naked Choke.

Supposedly, you could choke someone out in seconds this way—but Luye’s face just flushed a little. Otherwise, she was fine.

That woman grabbed the whip, then took off with a clean front flip, taking the silver-haired girl with her, and slammed her hard into the ground. With the grip broken, the Naked Choke was busted.

“Sorry, sis, I was wrong.” The silver-haired girl immediately dropped to her knees in apology.

Her flying speed was no match for Luye, her close combat couldn’t compare, her physique was inferior, and her magical girl experience and combat history couldn’t hold a candle.

What could she do but use lethal force?

Now, she started charging up again—pleading for mercy while secretly preparing another move.

Luye toyed with the ever-lengthening whip in her hand, as if calculating how much rope she’d need for the girl’s height and weight.

Her smile stretched wide, looking at the girl: “In your Easterners’ words, it’s not that you know you’re wrong—it’s that you know you lost.”

The whip lashed out, easily wrapping around the silver-haired girl’s slender waist as she tried to run.

Luye could feel the girl was still charging up; the fluctuations of magic power were clear as day.

Suddenly, a magic blast charged at 2% was fired off.

This kind of thing was useless against magical girls—too showy, too slow to start, too obvious in its magic signature.

Luye dodged it with ease.

Then, with a tug of her whip, she yanked the silver-haired girl—still bound around the waist—back to her.

Of course, the girl didn’t behave, still trying to charge up.

But Luye wouldn’t let her get away with that; she snatched away the staff and stomped it underfoot.

No more charging up now; the girl really was just a delicate maiden at this point—well, except for the unbroken magic shield around her.

That shield could still block damage for now, but it couldn’t get rid of the restraint on her waist.

Soon, the silver-haired girl’s hands were bound, too.

“Wait, wait, sis, I’m still young—don’t play like this, it’ll affect my physical and mental development!” The girl struggled and begged at the same time.

There was no way she could break free now; the whip was controlled by Luye’s mind—she could bind as tightly, in as many patterns, as she wished, all with a thought.

Luye had no intention of letting her go—in fact, she started giving a lesson in rope art.

“Watch closely—this is how you use a rope!” She acted half like a teacher.

Hands tied behind her back, feet bound, all connected with a single rope—her body bent to its limits, the heels of her high-heeled shoes could touch the back of her silver-haired head.

She pushed the girl’s flexibility to the very edge.

Then, carrying her away, she found the rooftop of a skyscraper—a place humans would never find—and hung her from the Lightning Rod.

The silver-haired girl could barely breathe, begging repeatedly, “Sis……………really……………I’m sorry, please stop…………I’ll die.”

Luye’s fingertip traced her cheek. “Are you insulting my technique?”

The girl pleaded again, “Can you…………………………not whip me……………I did let you off once, after all.”

“Fine!” To her surprise, Luye actually agreed. “I was going to give you a chance. If you can escape before I get back, I’ll let this go.”

Silver-haired girl: “Really?”

Luye: “Really.”

With that, she really left, even showing off her ability to fly without a magic wand.

Suddenly, the place was silent—only the distant wail of sirens and the whistling wind remained.

The silver-haired girl quickly began to struggle. Only now did she truly understand what those actresses in the little movies she watched—those with rope elements—must have felt.

In ancient times, ropes were used to tie up criminals—intent on making escape impossible.

In artistic films, ropes were tied for beauty and style.

Luye, after catching countless magical girls, had refined her skills to near perfection—her technique was both beautiful and inescapable.

Every knot and every inch of rope was carefully chosen, so the silver-haired girl wouldn’t be hurt to death, but would suffer just enough.

And no matter how she struggled, the rope always blocked her efforts.

Rubbing the ropes loose was impossible—every friction point was carefully calculated.

After sweating through several minutes of futile struggling, realizing there was no way out, she gave up her pride and started screaming for help from the Lightning Rod.

Unfortunately, even after ten minutes—when Luye finally returned—no one had heard her cries.

“Sweetheart, let’s have some real fun tonight!” Luye flashed the item she brought.

Damn, wasn’t that the magical remote control from the weapons shop? But this one looked a bit different.

How did she get it?

The silver-haired girl started struggling violently again, terrified.

It was pointless.

“I said I wouldn’t whip you, and I keep my word.” Seeing her frightened face, Luye even explained herself.

“Sis……………don’t, we’re all…………magical girls……………on the same side.” The girl kept begging.

“No way, I can’t stop now. My whole body’s gone wild—this feeling, I haven’t felt it in so long. Only you can calm this rage!”

Luye began to attack her magic shield, spending several minutes to finally break it.

Only then did she attach a bunch of electrode pads to her.

Yes, the magical remote control was actually the Electric Shock Kit.

Originally, the thing ran on a 9V battery, about the size of three AA batteries bundled together—so its power and duration weren’t very high.

But! Luye considered that she was using this on a magical girl, and the silver-haired girl’s base magic resistance was pretty high.

So, Luye kindly modified it—now, in her hands, was a battery pack weighing a full thirty kilos, to power the soon-to-be-used electrode pads.

And so, atop the skyscraper under the Lightning Rod, with no one to disturb them, the two had a blast.