Kryptonians: Man of Steel

Chapter 1558 Tired
call--

That damn, light, fluffy miniskirt that only reached the top of her thighs was immediately lifted up by the wind and billowed upwards!

"ah--!"

Hiratsuka Shizuka gasped in surprise, instinctively bringing her legs together and using her free left hand to press down on the restless hem of her skirt with lightning speed!
The cool, silky touch and the shame of having her absolute territory exposed to the air instantly caused the blush that had just subsided due to the burst of power to return to her cheeks, even spreading to her ears and neck!
"Environmental Factor Triggered. Critical Shame Threshold Reached! Boost! Boost!! BOOST!!!"

The cold, electronic voice crackled with an almost excited three-note chorus! Each note was more rapid and higher-pitched than the last!
"Outrageous style! Outrageous skirt! Outrageous transformation! Outrageous notification sound! All of you, shut up!!!"

The roar inside my heart almost burst out of my throat.

She was going crazy! She had just experienced the wonderful feeling of power, and in an instant, this "shameless" outfit dragged her back into a hell of shame!
That slight feeling of "feeling good" that arose from the power was instantly crushed!

Just then, the goblin embedded in the wall struggled to raise its head, its yellow eyes, filled with pain and violence, staring once again intently and greedily at her long, slender legs encased in shimmering stockings, which appeared even more taut as she frantically pressed down on her skirt!

That gaze was filled with dying lust and blasphemy!
"Still... looking?!!"

The enhanced perception from the triple "Boost" amplified the malice in that gaze tenfold!
Hiratsuka Shizuka felt like her scalp was about to explode! The extreme shame brought with it the extreme killing intent!
"Target Aggression Confirmed. Maximum Output Unlocked! FINAL BOOOOOOOST——!!!"

The cold electronic sound stretched out its tone, emitting the highest-pitched shriek, like a declaration of the end!

"Die! Die completely!!!"

Extreme shame brought forth extreme killing intent and power!

No longer caring about that damned skirt, her body, like a taut bowstring, exploded instantly! The heels of her Stardust Boots created a tiny ripple of energy on the ground, and she transformed into a shooting star trailing a ghostly blue flame!
This time, it's a two-pronged attack!
Left fist!

Fueled by the shame and rage that boiled over from being stared at on his legs, the power blasted straight at the goblin's ugly head!

Right fist!

Condensing the power of pent-up frustration over his entire outfit, he slammed into the goblin's muscular chest!
"Shameless Twin Star Skull Crusher!!" (A name born of inner shame and indignation!)

boom! boom! ! !
Two muffled, booming sounds, like the beating of a giant drum, rang out almost simultaneously!

The goblin's enormous head, struck by the left fist, shattered instantly, like a watermelon hit by a heavy hammer! Yellowish-white brain matter mixed with foul blood splattered radially onto the stone wall behind it!

Its thick chest caved in deeply under the penetrating force of the right fist! The dense, crisp sound of bones shattering was like popping beans! A clear fist imprint, covered with scorch marks of starlight energy, was deeply etched into its chest!
The goblin didn't even get to let out a final wail. Its massive body stiffened completely under the devastating blows of the two fists, and its body, embedded in the wall, slid down softly, like a huge and ugly lump of mud, never to live again.

Light was stingy in its pouring into the narrow alleyway, so stingy that it offered not even a trace of warmth.

The air was as thick as congealed blood, and the rusty, fishy smell was mixed with a chilling, bone-chilling aura of magical residue, like shattered ice. Every breath felt like swallowing coarse sand.

Hiratsuka Shizuka was breathing heavily, each expansion of her lungs causing a throbbing pain throughout her body. The star-blue magical girl battle suit, along with the metal arm armor and gauntlets covering her forearms, was slowly and unwillingly fading away, as if it too had exhausted its last bit of strength.

She slowly withdrew her fists. Her gaze fell on the gemstone set in the center of the back of her hand.

The star's core, which should have been crystal clear, was now stained with a viscous, filthy dark purple liquid, which was being slowly and resolutely absorbed and purified by the gem itself, leaving behind nauseating residue.

Her gaze involuntarily drifted downwards.

The skirt... ridiculously short!
The fabric barely covered the upper thighs, and every tiny movement brought a sense of panic that the fabric might completely slip out at any moment.

The stockings covering her legs still shone dazzlingly in the faint light of the remaining magic, and what made her vision go black was that the clearly visible edge of the garter belt was even decorated with a dense, despairing lace trim!

Gorgeous? Dazzling? To hell with glamour and glitter! This is clearly the ultimate humiliation of her personal dignity by some perverted designer who's hiding somewhere!
"Hahaha……"

A hoarse, dry laugh escaped uncontrollably from her throat, carrying a metallic taste.

Victory? Those twisted, foul-smelling monsters had indeed turned into dust beneath her feet.

But what swept over his body at this moment was a deeper exhaustion than after the fierce battle, a huge emptiness that could devour everything, and... an overwhelming shame that was a hundred times stronger than the two combined!
A wave of heat surged uncontrollably across her face and ears, scorching her nerves. This damned outfit felt like a burning layer of shame wrapped around her!
We won? This feeling is a million times worse than being pounded into the ground and rubbed by a monster!
"That damn magical girl..."

She practically gritted her teeth, squeezing out each word through the gaps, "Whoever wants to be it can be it! And this outfit..."

A surge of shame and rage shot straight to the top of her head. The gem on the back of her hand, which had just dimmed, seemed to sense its owner's overwhelming resentment, suddenly erupting with a blinding, extremely unstable, and dangerous light, like explosives about to ignite. "Once I find that perverted designer... I'm going to use these fists to completely 'correct' his/her utterly nonsensical aesthetic sense! Aaaaaah—!!"

Her declaration of shame and indignation echoed through the narrow alley. The faint starlight danced and flickered wildly on her face, flushed with shame and anger.

The legend of the magical girl Shizuka Hiratsuka seems destined to be fueled by "shame" and propelled solely by "iron fists," racing wildly towards the ends of the earth on a path filled with violence, monsters, and countless unwillingnesses.

at this time.

pat.

A sound, extremely faint, yet clear as thunder in the deathly silent alleyway.

It was the shoes that crushed half of the loose brick.

Hiratsuka Shizuka's body tensed instantly, as if an invisible ice spike had pierced her spine.

She turned her head sharply, her scarlet eyes, still tinged with violent killing intent, sweeping fiercely like a searchlight into the deep shadows at the alley entrance.

(End of this chapter)