Tokyo, there are too many defeated magical girls.

The three cats, who had been sitting in a dogeza (prostration) position, all lowered their heads again, and none of them uttered a sound.

Little did they know—Lin Chun only needed to observe their reactions to know the answer.

Mizuki Mieko's jade-like back, exuding a mature feminine aura, was slightly hunched, appearing more taut than anyone else's.

She was clearly a pet cat who had done something wrong and was about to be abandoned.

Magic Rose also seemed unusually worried, constantly glancing at her furtively, clearly considering whether or not to take the blame.

As for Jinju, she simply didn't want to be the villain who reported it; her coffee-colored skin showed no signs of nervousness.

The answer to who laughed out loud is already clear.

But Lin Chun didn't expose him. Instead, he pretended to be angry, slapped the bed, and stood up.

"Fine, fine, since none of you will admit it, then don't blame me for being ruthless—you'll all wait here!"

After he finished speaking, he pretended to be angry and went down the stairs.

"Woo..."

Feeling guilty, Mizushiro Mieko could no longer hold on.

Her soft, fragrant body collapsed onto the ground, panting heavily, just like a fish stranded on the shore.

"I'm sorry... It's all my fault, I've dragged everyone into this..."

She apologized to the two magical girls in a voice trembling with tears.

—It's all my fault.

Through the crack in the door, she saw the Fallen Doctor's failed confession and couldn't help but laugh at Magic Spring Cherry's foolishness.

Unexpectedly, it was misunderstood.

Because she was afraid of being punished, she didn't have the courage to admit it, which implicated both Rose and Chrysanthemum.

Mihoko felt extremely guilty and almost cried.

"No, it's okay!"

Seeing this, Magic Rose quickly hugged her and comforted her with her soft cushioning.

"Shall we share the punishment among the three of us?"

"sure."

Jinju nodded indifferently.

Instead, they seemed quite interested in the scene of Rose comforting Mihoko, since it was somewhat contrary to the natural order.

"Oh, thank you everyone!"

Mihoko was deeply moved.

They even took the initiative to move back a little, and bowed deeply to the roses and chrysanthemums to express their gratitude.

"Ah this..."

Rose was reminded of bad memories, while Chrysanthemum was just enjoying the show.

Mieko still doesn't know the true identities of the two magical girls.

Last night, both Rinko Mizushiro and Sakurada Hatano left the izakaya, citing that it was too late.

It looks like it went back to sleep, but it just found a corner, transformed, and came back.

The naive Mieko had no idea of ​​this.

A moment later, she heard Lin Chun's heavy footsteps going upstairs. She quickly returned to her original position and continued to maintain the dogeza posture.

--Snapped!

The door is opened.

Lin Chun brought over a metal basin used for washing dishes at the izakaya and threw it on the floor.

It was about 60 centimeters in diameter and contained a bottle of ketchup and three common kitchen cleaning tools.

These are a long-handled pot brush, a dishwashing sponge, and a steel wool pad.

"Each of you choose one."

Holding the ketchup bottle between plaster casts, Lin Chun sat back down on the bed and issued an order that could not be disobeyed.

All three cats were completely bewildered.

But they were all very obedient and quickly gathered around to start choosing.

Rose, whose magical weapon is a sword and shield, instinctively chose a long-handled pot brush.

Jinju, who prefers a head-on approach, took the steel wool.

In the end, all that was left for Mizuki Mieko was that yellow dishwashing sponge.

Seeing that everyone had chosen their props, Lin Chun sneered, opened the cap of the ketchup bottle with his teeth, and threw the whole bottle in.

A bright red stain suddenly spread throughout the tin basin.

He then announced the rules of the punishment game:

"Next, you will compete in pairs, stand in the basin, and use the tools in your hands to tickle each other. Whoever gets out first loses."

"Anyone who loses both times will be subject to my ultimate punishment."

"Rose, Chrysanthemum, you may begin your first round. Disarm your combat suits!"

155. The flower language of steel wool is forbearance.

As the first round of competitors, both Rose and Chrysanthemum were a little unsure of themselves.

However, the master's orders must be obeyed.

They could only follow the rules of the punishment game and remove as much of their protective combat suits as possible.

Therefore, the only thing they could rely on was the tools at hand.

— Offense is the best defense.

Next, it was time to enter.

Even this step was fraught with problems.

The designated area for the punishment game was the tin basin used for washing dishes and pots in the izakaya (Japanese pub).

The bottom was not only cold, but also had a faint trace of food oil residue, giving it a slippery and sticky feel.

Looking for some fun, Lin Chun deliberately threw in a bottle of ketchup.

These bright red liquids, which were both sour and sweet, and extremely sticky, flowed continuously from the bottle opening.

In the blink of an eye, it covered the entire bottom of the tin basin.

In contrast, Rose and Chrysanthemum had neither boots nor socks.

She could only endure the physical discomfort and grit her teeth to step her smooth and delicate feet into the hole.

—Pat-pat~pat-pat~pat-pat~

Like dumplings being boiled, four times in a row, it was an irresistible sound.

"Woo..."

"This……"

Both the rose and the chrysanthemum wore expressions that were hard to describe, like two gourmets who had mistakenly wandered into a members-only restaurant.

First, there was a disgusting feeling coming from the soles of my feet.

It's sticky like glue, and when you lift your foot, it pulls out a lot of tangled threads.

Each tear makes a snapping sound, and when it separates from the sole of the foot, it itches terribly.

But if you don't lift your foot...

You can also clearly feel the greasiness at the bottom of the bowl, a trace left by diners over the years.

It was as if even my own feet had become the signature dish of the izakaya.

—But these aren’t even the strangest things.

About two seconds later, these bright red condiments, which were meant to enhance the flavor of the food, were no longer content to remain underfoot.

Instead, it all gushed out through the gaps between her delicate toes, sullying her beautiful instep.

It could be said that the feet of the two magical girls, from top to bottom and from front to back, were stained with an embarrassingly sweet and sour taste.

In addition to these, there are other uncomfortable conditions.

For example, if a glass jar of ketchup is left in a tin basin, it will definitely fall if you accidentally step on it.