The Pervert and the Prankster

‘A soft hiss escaped my lips. Why had those two magical girls abruptly halted their steps, engaging in conversation with that mascot? Were they perhaps deliberating something?’

From the street corner, Yue Ling leaned against the flowerbed, carefully craning her neck to discreetly observe Aimelusen and Yimeier’s every move. Though most passersby were engrossed in their own affairs, oblivious to her actions, Yue Ling’s furtive demeanor, compounded by her face-obscuring attire, was bound to draw suspicion from anyone who noticed. Consequently, the sheer duration of Yue Ling’s covert pursuit had already garnered significant attention, with several individuals even suspecting her of ill intent.

“Hey, look at that woman,”

“She appears to be following someone.”

“Dressed so conspicuously, she clearly isn’t up to any good; she might even be a pervert. We should probably call the police right away!”

A couple halted their steps, whispering to each other, under the mistaken impression that their hushed tones would escape Yue Ling’s notice. Alas, Yue Ling was no mere mortal; as an android, her auditory senses far surpassed those of any ordinary human.

‘Couldn’t these people simply mind their own business and pass by?’

Yue Ling cursed under her breath.

‘Should they actually manage to dial the police, it would undoubtedly alert the magical girls, drawing their attention firmly to this spot. In that case… they would have only themselves to blame for my methods.’

Just as the man prepared to dial the emergency number on his phone, an impossibly fine, razor-sharp thread, barely visible to the naked eye, sliced through the air, cleaving his device precisely in two. Witnessing the sight, the man initially froze, then, as if struck by a sudden bolt of lightning, clutched his head, crying out in utter devastation, “My Fruit 17!!!”

Overwhelmed by profound sorrow, the man was entirely oblivious to Yue Ling’s presence, and his girlfriend, preoccupied with consoling him, would scarcely recall the incident for some time. As for the other onlookers, their gazes were now firmly fixed on the distressed couple, rendering any continued observation of Yue Ling impossible.

‘Though it was a rather pathetic display, he had only himself to blame for contemplating calling the authorities.’

“You’re saying we’re being followed?”

“By whom? And where?”

Upon hearing Minita’s pronouncement, Aimelusen instantly grew wary, her eyes darting across her field of vision in search of any sign of an enemy. As for the tracker’s precise location, Minita offered no direct verbal cue, instead subtly shifting her gaze towards a specific spot, silently indicating to the two that the individual was there.

Grasping the unspoken implication of Minita’s gesture, the two refrained from directly turning to the indicated spot. Instead, they maintained their casual posture, lowering their voices to query Minita.

“Minita, are you able to confirm their identity at this moment?”

Minita paused in silence for a moment, the triangular ears atop her head twitching subtly, as if straining to catch the faintest sound. “Her identity… I believe I have a general understanding, for I detected the distinct aura characteristic of an Evil Executive emanating from her. However, I remain uncertain of her precise identity…”

“An E-Evil Executive? H-Here?”

Yimeier was visibly startled, nearly letting out a shout before swiftly clamping her hands over her mouth. After all, during their usual confrontations with Evil Executives, the surrounding areas would have long been cleared of civilians. Yet, here they were, surrounded by a bustling crowd… and, to make matters worse, her sister was still present!

“No… we can’t… we absolutely cannot engage her here.”

Yimeier, uncharacteristically firm in her tone, revealed the true extent of her distress. Aimelusen, evidently in agreement with Yimeier, refrained from any immediate drastic action. Nevertheless, she was loath to remain utterly passive; with the enemy directly before them and unable to initiate an attack, they were effectively sitting ducks.

“Indeed, a direct confrontation here is out of the question,” Minita concurred, then her gaze flickered to a nearby public restroom, and a plan suddenly crystallized in her mind.

“Yimeier, within your ‘final energy explosion’ magic, there exists a spell called ‘Myriad Protection,’ capable of creating a sanctuary field that shields everyone. Nothing within this domain can be destroyed or harmed. Though it endures for only a minute, in a genuine emergency, this spell could very well save countless lives. As for your transformation, simply feign a sudden stomachache and head into the public restroom right over there.”

“Eh? This magic… is it truly that potent? I… I understand…”

Yimeier nodded, then quickly jogged to her sister, briefly relaying her (fabricated) excuse before hurrying towards the public restroom.

“Minita, am I not supposed to follow her?”

“No, you must remain here, cultivating the illusion that Yimeier is merely making a trip to the restroom. Should both of you vanish simultaneously, our adversary would most likely seize the opportunity to act against us.”

“Hmm… but, Minita, didn’t you assure us that the facial interference during our transformations would prevent anyone from recognizing us? If that holds true, then our opponent shouldn’t have any inkling of our identities.”

“Theoretically, that is indeed the case.”

Minita’s floating form tilted slightly backward, her small white paws resting on her face in a pensive pose, and her pink, diamond-shaped pupils dimmed ever so slightly.

“And yet… I can’t shake the feeling that matters are far more complicated than they appear.”

The scene shifted back to Yue Ling.

‘How long do these three intend to linger here? That short, green-haired one already squandered ample time fetching snacks, and now Magical Girl Biyu has vanished to the restroom… At this rate, I’ll be needing a restroom myself. Honestly… I’m an android; couldn’t they have designed me without such inconvenient biological needs?’

Just as Yue Ling, growing increasingly impatient, considered intervening to prod them forward, a profound rumbling sound from her left compelled her to whirl around and assess the situation.

‘That colossal mass of slime… what on earth could it be?’

Indeed, the instant Yue Ling turned her head, her gaze was met by a colossal blue slime, regally adorned with a crown. Its immense form consumed the entire street, while its incredibly pliable body allowed it to seep into every conceivable space, effectively filling every nook and cranny of the bustling thoroughfare. The moment it materialized, numerous unsuspecting individuals were instantly engulfed into its gelatinous maw. Yet, unlike the typical digestive tracts of common organisms, which are hostile and oxygen-deprived, this creature’s interior resembled a breathable, aquatic expanse. Those swallowed within not only exhibited no signs of respiratory distress but were, in fact, able to swim freely.

If there was any downside to this peculiar predicament, it was that the creature’s bodily fluids… appeared to possess the alarming ability to dissolve clothing.

Dissolving clothing, indeed… Well, it struck me as one of the most ubiquitous abilities attributed to slimes in Rifan and Fulifan (TL Note: Chinese slang terms referring to anime genres with explicit or suggestive content, often translated as hentai and ecchi). This simply implied that, beyond inflicting profound social mortification upon its victims, the creature would cause no lasting physical harm.

Even with the creature posing no physical threat, the populace, desperate to avert public humiliation, scrambled frantically in the opposite direction.

‘But… who could have unleashed such a monstrosity?’

“How utterly shameful, Big Sister Yue Ling~”

“To be dressed so suspiciously and still tailing others on the street, Big Sister Yue Ling is truly a pervert, isn’t she? ❤️”

“Uwah! Avila Dolly? When in the world did you get here?”

When Avila Dolly’s roly-poly clown face abruptly materialized before her, Yue Ling was genuinely taken aback. That painted visage was undeniably unsettling, capable of eliciting a strong reaction even within a horror film.

Witnessing the typically sharp-tongued Yue Ling reduced to such a state of shock, Avila Dolly couldn’t resist. She deliberately pitched her voice high, letting out a seemingly triumphant and flamboyant cackle—”Heeheeheeheehee…”—in an attempt to cultivate a mysterious and eerie persona.

“Heeheeheeheehee… Big Sister Yue Ling is startled so easily?”

“You’re truly nothing but a nobody, aren’t you ~❤️ a nobody, a nobody ~❤️”

Given that this forced tone was utterly mismatched with Avila’s natural voice, it sounded less like genuine villainy and more akin to a third-rate stage actor awkwardly attempting a vocal range entirely beyond their capabilities.

However… Yue Ling already harbored a strong dislike for this brat, so even her comical pronouncements succeeded in igniting Yue Ling’s profound irritation. At that moment, Yue Ling yearned to punch straight through her roly-poly form, drag her out, and thoroughly ‘stir-fry’ her into the ground.

Yet, before Yue Ling could even make a move, Avila Dolly herself began to cough, her throat tickling from the prolonged strain of her high-pitched voice. With each hacking sound, the ominous image she had painstakingly attempted to cultivate disintegrated into thin air.

Truth be told… even without the coughing fit, the menacing persona she strived to project had barely materialized to begin with.

Witnessing Avila Dolly’s self-inflicted embarrassment, the triumphant smile that had graced the jester’s face instantly migrated to Yue Ling’s.

‘Hmph, this clumsy brat, who manages to trip over herself without any intervention from me, might very well be the first among my Evil Executive colleagues I successfully ‘train’ into submission~’