Tokyo, there are too many defeated magical girls.

For example, this tin basin is really small.

Suddenly, two voluptuous magical girls stepped in, face to face, and the clash of pressure became inevitable.

Maintaining stability alone is already extremely difficult.

But Lin Chun, who was looking for fun, didn't even give them time to adjust and directly announced the start of the duel.

"Fight on, you two."

"This……"

Magic Rose held the stiff-bristled pot brush in her hand, looking somewhat bewildered.

Jin Ju, her opponent, did not hesitate at all.

He picked up the steel wool and launched a fierce attack on her side.

—Crackling sound~

Each steel wire is like a tiny root, embedded in the delicate, snow-white skin of the rose.

At the same time, there were hundreds or even thousands of such sources of stimulation.

"Wha, what?!"

As soon as the brush started brushing towards her ribs, the magic rose was already itching maddeningly.

In the blink of an eye, Jinju, holding a steel wool pad, scrubbed it into her soft armpit.

The intense itching it caused was more intense than a fully-fired magic bullet.

"Hehehehehehehehehe, don't underestimate me!!!"

Employing extremely inappropriate and chaotic laughter, Magic Rose was forced to launch a counterattack.

Hold the handle of the pot brush in reverse and perform an upward flicking motion.

The metal basin seemed to restrict Jinju's movement, making it impossible for her to dodge.

He could only watch helplessly as the brown bristles, starting from his navel, slid all the way up to his throat.

It left a long red mark, like it had been ripped open.

The resulting itching was, of course, extremely intense.

"Goo!!!"

A shameful groan escaped her throat, completely uncontrollable.

"Hiss... Hiss... Hiss..."

The magical golden chrysanthemum gasped for breath, looking at the rose, who was also in poor condition.

The amount of sweat pouring down their bodies was almost as much as the tomato sauce in the basin—sour, sweet, sticky, and mushy.

It thudded into the tin basin, which in turn amplified the sticky effect on the soles of their feet.

"Okay! Rose, you're serious with me, aren't you?!"

"You started it, Jinju! Take this! Take this! Take this! Take this!!!"

Rose gripped the brush handle tightly, treating her opponent's delicate, coffee-colored skin as the bottom of a pot.

Target everything you can reach and scrub it like crazy.

Each new red mark represents a fierce attack from her.

In the blink of an eye, Jinju's entire body turned an unusually bright red. Anyone who didn't know better would have thought she had encountered a particularly vigorous bathhouse attendant.

She was not to be outdone and launched an even more ferocious counterattack.

"OOLA OOLA OOLA OOLA!!!"

The steel wool in my hand was used to scrub wildly everywhere, creating a relentless and deadly itch.

Putting everything else aside, the Magic Rose's fair back alone is already a vibrant rose-red, making it a truly unbearable sight.

No matter how strong your defense is, it can't withstand the power of a steel wool ball.

Gradually, Rose was at a disadvantage, her eyes rolled back slightly, and she was almost itchy to death.

—We definitely can't continue this war of attrition.

"Damn it!!!"

She gripped the long handle, holding the brown, stiff brush upwards, intending to launch a fierce attack on her weak points.

No matter how unfavorable the current situation is, as long as we succeed this time, it will directly determine the outcome of the battle.

Little did they know, this was exactly what Jinju had set in her trap.

"Hmm~"

A triumphant smile curved her lips.

Standing still in the pot, facing the rose and scratching each other, only gave her the illusion that her position was locked.

When the enemy finally decided to launch a fierce attack—

Jinju tiptoed ahead, just like a ballerina, supporting her entire weight with her delicate toes.

It turned around in the sticky red tomato sauce.

The stupid Rose flew out, brush and all, landing on the floor outside the tin basin.

"—The Rose failed."

Sitting on the bed, Lin Chun saw this scene and announced it without any emotion.

"Woo!!!"

Covered in crimson and sweat from being scrubbed with a steel wool pad, Magic Rose lay on the floor, looking very unwilling.

But the outcome is already decided.

No matter how unwilling she was, she could only silently get up and sit down next to Lin Chun.

Ignoring the sweat that soaked her body, she pulled out several tissues from the bedside table.

He bent down and meticulously wiped the soles of his feet.

—It's covered in too much ketchup.

Even if you pry open any of the toes, you can see a sticky, bright red patch.

Because of the intense battle just now, my feet were especially hot and humid, with fresh, hot sweat mixed in.

Countless microorganisms ferment wildly inside.

The aroma it emitted was like freshly baked thick-cut fries, sweet and sour, making one's mouth water.

With repeated wiping with tissues, most of the ketchup was wiped away.

Finally, only a small portion remained in the lines on the sole of the foot.

As for the entire center of the noodle, it has a light pinkish-red color, just like the omelet rice, and looks like a carefully prepared delicacy.

"—Mieko failed."

"what?"

Rose, who had just finished wiping her feet, hadn't even thrown the toilet paper into the trash can when she heard Lin Chun's announcement again.

Looking up in surprise, I saw Jinju, who had won two consecutive victories, with a smug look on her face and her arms crossed in front of her.

Meanwhile, his closest relatives lay sprawled on the ground in a sorry state.

The body of an ordinary human being was convulsing and spasming uncontrollably, accompanied by profuse sweat and radiating intense heat.

Just by looking at it, it looks like a complete nobody, utterly pathetic.

They didn't even last ten seconds in the entire match, and suffered a shameful defeat.

"Wait a moment……"

Only then did Magic Rose belatedly realize the biggest problem with this punishment game.

Unfortunately it was too late.

"Rose, Mihoko, now I will choose the loser from among you to bear my ultimate punishment."

Lin Chun, looking for fun, curled his lips into a malicious smile and pointed to the large bowl of tomato sauce.

"Hurry up, all of you, get in."

156. City people really know how to have fun.

The second time she stepped into the tin basin, Rose felt like her whole body was going to become sticky.

This is the final showdown in the losers' bracket.

His opponent was none other than Mizuki Mieko.

"..."

The match began, and she hadn't even started attacking yet, just slightly tightening her grip on the handle of the pot brush.