Tokyo, there are too many defeated magical girls.

"Woo~"

Mieko's reaction was already alarmingly strong.

Not only did her whole body tremble, but her eyes also filled with glistening tears, like a bullied puppy.

—Due to the steel wool ball served by Jinju in the previous game.

Mihoko, traumatized, stared longingly at Rose, pleading for her to show mercy.

In reality, this was not a fair match at all.

Magical girls possess speed, strength, and endurance far exceeding that of ordinary people.

Not to mention, Rose chose a stiff-bristled pot brush, while Mihoko only had a dish sponge, which was incredibly lame.

"Uh……"

Rose tried brushing on Mihoko's delicate collarbone.

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

An embarrassing sound immediately came from her throat.

After finally regaining her normal skin tone, it suddenly became as delicate and rosy as a cherry.

And that's coupled with just the right amount of shivering.

Even the magical rose couldn't help but feel the urge to keep scratching, wanting to embarrass her even more.

—Swish~swish~swish~

He scratched upwards from the collarbone, then the neck and chin, like teasing a cat.

It was completely visible to the naked eye that Mihoko's entire body was covered in glistening hot sweat, which dripped down in a steady stream.

The fermented flavor is also richer than that of an ordinary young girl, full of the mature charm unique to a thirty-year-old.

"Woo~"

Tears of shame welled up and streamed down Mieko Mizuki's face.

"Ah this..."

Only then did the Magic Rose regain her senses.

What am I even doing...?

She was completely powerless against Mieko's tears; she stopped washing the pot and opened her arms.

She presented her alluring curves to the other person's dishwashing sponge, displaying a relaxed and unguarded demeanor.

However, Mizuki Mieko was so terrified that she didn't even have the courage to fight back.

He just stood there blankly, holding a sponge, in the tin basin, letting the extremely thick red tomato sauce submerge his feet.

The soles of my feet are so delicate and sophisticated that they practically stick to them.

"Miss Mieko, please respect me!"

"Eh?"

"A competition is only a competition if it's back and forth, so come and tickle me! Hurry up!"

Seeing that Mieko was hesitant to launch an attack, Magic Rose shouted righteously.

On the surface, it's about respecting the opponent.

In truth, she had already made up her mind to take the blame for Mieko.

As long as the other person wipes you a few times with a sponge, pretend you can't take it anymore, move your feet out of the metal basin, and that's it.

Alone, it bears the ultimate punishment from its master.

"Is it really possible?"

Mieko asked hesitantly.

Compared to roses and chrysanthemums, she, who had always been a housewife, seemed more like a shy young girl.

"How will you know if you don't try? Now, scratch me!"

"Alright, then I'll... excuse me..."

Urged on by the rose, Mieko finally mustered up her courage.

Her only skill in tickling was playing with Rinko when she was a child.

The moment the baby's belly button is tickled, the child will giggle and laugh, his innocent and adorable smile full of childlike charm.

Having developed a path dependency, Mihoko subconsciously launched the same attack on the rose in front of her.

Place the yellow dish sponge on the other person's perfectly shaped navel and gently rub it.

—Swish~

"!!!"

Magic Rose almost collapsed to the ground, her legs giving way beneath her.

"Huh? Huh? Huh?"

"It's nothing...keep scratching! I, I won't let you..."

She bit her lower lip, completely forcing herself to stay upright.

It's fine if other people tickle her belly button, but not for Mieko.

It's like the deepest, most fundamental code in the brain has been accidentally triggered, and the feedback is astonishing.

The internal organs were overflowing with itching, but the heat was slightly off.

Being on the verge of utter defeat is precisely what makes it so agonizing.

Then, Mieko rubbed it again, triggering the same intense reaction once more.

"Thank you, Miss Rose. I will do my best from now on!"

"Huh? Go all out?"

Before Rose could react, the itching surged over her like a tidal wave.

"Goo!"

—As it turns out, I had seriously underestimated Mieko's abilities.

This guy is not weak at all.

On the contrary, she was actually the most skilled with the weapons at hand among the three participants.

Having been a housewife for twenty years, I've washed countless dishes with such speed that my hands are so fast they leave afterimages.

Unfortunately, the dish sponges used in izakayas are exceptionally rough due to years of use.

The sensation raged around her diamond-shaped navel, back and forth across her soft, fair skin, eliciting an intense itch.

The more delicate your stomach is, the more you can feel the residual food grease from the sponge.

It's as if I've become a plate in an izakaya (Japanese pub)...

Thanks to this, sweat poured out in large quantities, pooling together and dripping into the tin basin.

The tomato sauce that had originally flowed inside had become extremely thick after being trampled by three pairs of beautiful feet.

Now, the sweet and sour flavor reached its peak.

It's as if no matter how bad the fries are, once they're drizzled with this sauce, they become the most delicious food in the world.

"Okay, okay, let's play it this way, huh?!"

The rose, which had intended to feign decay, was now unbearably itchy.

Moreover, Lin Chun and Jin Ju saw his embarrassing state clearly.

She couldn't hold back any longer.

He wrapped the long-handled brush around Mieko's back and began to exert all his strength on her pure and beautiful back.

"Woo~~~"

Mihoko was naturally extremely itchy.

But at the same time, I was also extremely happy—Miss Rose considered me her rival, so I had to go all out!

The entire room was filled with the sound of swishing.

The two of them fought with all their might, neither willing to give in, their fair and delicate skin pressed tightly together at zero distance.

Under the morning light, even the glistening beads of sweat mixed together were clearly visible.

Until three minutes later—

The two, focused on tickling each other, didn't notice their feet and simultaneously stepped on a smooth ketchup bottle.

Before they could regain their balance, they both fell out of the metal basin.