After a long magic battle, I manage to break the barrier. (Pink Trigger)

Have you ever seen a Rokkenjima magic battle? Probably not. I hadn't either, until the witch dragged me into this world. Well, have you ever read about one? If not, know that they're magical affairs, where witches surround themselves in fields of laser barriers like some sci-fi movie. They fire lasers and chuck giant spears at one another. They fly through the air. They teleport faster than you can blink. If this was a fantasy novel, I'd be describing all of this to you in detail, the way Beatrice would probably want you to read it. That kid loves this sort of thing.

Ah... but this is an erotica, not a fantasy. Let's skip over that battle. Needless to say, it was painfully long and took me to my limits. Virgilia wasn't fooling when she said a witch's war was different than putting together a tea-cup. That barrier was locked in tight.

I used every bullet in my Pink Trigger, firing again and again. I could see the barrier shrinking. If all she did was defend, there was no way I could lose, right?

This proved to be correct; at long last, I saw the barrier shatter and dismissed my gun. I approached the naked witch, now kneeling in defeat, with a drooling smile and my fingers flexing in front of me, like a horny Battler just waiting to grope some boobies. I watched the silver bush of her pubic hair as her legs trembled, adjusting themselves to try to cover her sex. This was my moment!

Crap. I'd forgotten that all battles here have a time-limit. A satisfied smile spread across the witch's face. "Oh, Young Player. You should have kept your eyes on the sky as well."

She was right. If I had, I would have seen the giant spear that flew down, pinning me in place and killing me instantly. More importantly, I would have seen the full moon in the night sky. No magic is strong enough to save me from the witch's curse. No matter what happened or how strong my magic became, I'd never be able to survive the night of October 4th, 1969.