【Desperate Redemption (Fanfiction)】 (1-2) Author: Crimson XIII

Author: Crimson xiii
Word Count: 15827 Word

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With a flash of light, magical arrows pierced
the bodies These were humanoid monsters formed from the aggregation of negative human emotions. After being destroyed, their enormous bodies
naturally dissipated, leaving only crystals as traces of their existence.

A fair hand picked up the crystals left behind after the Monsters were destroyed. The owner of the hand was a
girl with long, jet-black hair, dressed in an outfit similar to a schoolgirl uniform—primarily white, with a light purple shawl and pleated skirt
. Black high heels and pantyhose outlined the beautiful curves of her legs, which were
decorated with a string of purple diamonds on both sides. Purple ribbons tied into bows were tied at the neckline and lower back.
Her white, black, and purple attire, coupled with her cold expression and eyes that faintly reflected a purple
light, gave her the appearance of a cold, unapproachable beauty. However, a small bow tied with a bright red ribbon in her hair
added a touch of warmth to her overall aura. Meanwhile, the black longbow she
held revealed her identity—the one who fired magical arrows, a magical girl.

After collecting the fallen crystals, the girl removed the rhombus-shaped gem from the back of her left hand and placed it together with the crystals.
As wisps of black energy moved from the gem to the crystals, the previously dull purple gem
brightened again, while the crystals deepened in color.

"As expected of Homura Akemi, she easily defeated today's magical beasts." A small white creature, resembling a cat, rabbit, and
squirrel appeared beside the magical girl. Speaking human language, it was clearly no ordinary animal;
its true identity was similar to an envoy sent to the human world by a magical kingdom in anime, a being who, through a contract with an ordinary girl,
creates a magical girl. It had ears longer than a rabbit's and a larger, fluffier
tail than a squirrel's, its overall appearance resembling a cat, paired with ruby-like eyes—undeniably adorable. However, the magical girl standing
to the side—Homura Akemi—remained unmoved. Her already indifferent expression grew even colder.
"Hmph, you came quickly, QB." As she spoke, she tossed the crystal she had been holding toward the
little creature she called "QB. "

QB, seeing the crystal flying toward it, wriggled its body and
caught it like a seal catching fish at a marine park, except instead of using its mouth, a passage opened on its back leading to some unknown place. While catching the crystal,
it made cute "heave-ho" sounds, looking exactly like an
adorable magical pet. "Well then, that's all for today's work. Get some rest, Homura Akemi."

"I'm going back." After tossing the crystal, Homura Akemi left with only these words.
After passing through several streets, she returned to the vicinity of her apartment, then walked through an empty alley. Before
leaving the alley, she deactivated her transformation, becoming a female student wearing the uniform of Mitakihara Middle School. It was already
late at night. Although there weren't many people outside, it would still be troublesome for a middle school girl in her uniform to wander around if she were
encountered by the police or other responsible adults. So, Homura Akemi didn't
deactivate , standing at the front door.

As the door opened, the previously dark entryway was partially illuminated by the light behind her,
casting elongated, solitary shadow in the light. "I'm home,"
Homura Akemi greeted, even though she knew no one would respond. She quietly entered the house, and as the door slowly
closed, the entryway returned to darkness. Several seconds later, Homura Akemi turned on the light again.

As the lights came on, the apartment was no longer pitch black, but even so, it felt lifeless.
Homura Akemi, the magical girl, was a girl with a heart condition. She originally attended a church
school , but due to her illness, she left the bustling city for the more natural
town of Mitakihara to recuperate. Because of the medical expenses, her parents were constantly away working and rarely had time to be with her
; loneliness was no stranger to her.

Passing through the entrance hall, Homura Akemi's apartment hall was quite different from other people's halls. In the center
of the hall was a round table, and the seating seemed to surround it. Apart from
the tables and chairs on the floor, the entire hall was devoid of decoration, with screens suspended in mid-air, creating a sci-fi feel.
While such room decoration was perfectly acceptable in this era, most people still followed established customs, and the overall style of
their rooms remained largely unchanged from the early 21st century.

Homura Akemi stood in the center of the hall, surveying the floating screens. Apart from a few displaying
data and images, the rest were completely blank. Homura Akemi's gaze finally settled on a centrally located
screen . In her memory, this screen had originally displayed a portrait of a girl—a
girl with a cute yet strong smile, and short pink hair tied in two ponytails with red ribbons on either side.
But now, the screen was flashing static, and the girl's portrait was nowhere to be seen. Not only the portrait, but everything about
the girl had vanished. Except for that bright red ribbon—Homura Akemi raised her hand
and gently touched the bright red ribbon in her hair, softly calling the girl's name—

"Madoka."

...

As the school bell rang, it was time to leave. Homura Akemi finished packing her books and was about to leave when
a girl's voice sounded behind her, "Um, Homura-san..." Homura Akemi turned around and smiled at the girl who had
called out to her—it was a classmate, but someone she didn't know well. "Akami-san, it's like this, a new cake shop just opened near
the station , and it's getting rave reviews online. We're thinking of going to try it together.
Would you like to come, Akami-san?" "

I'm so sorry, I have some personal matters to attend to today. Thank you for your kind offer." Akami Homura smiled
gently, her tone genuinely filled with regret and apology, but her eyes remained as indifferent as ever.
"Ah, that's a real shame. I'll invite you again next time, Akami-san." The girl
said somewhat awkwardly, returning to her companion. Akami Homura nodded and walked straight towards the classroom
door . Only after she left did the girl's complaining voice ring out. Although the voice wasn't loud,
her senses, enhanced by magic, clearly picked it up. However, she didn't care, because she had long ago...
It's clear she's said goodbye to her everyday life, because she's not human, she's a magical girl!

A magical girl is a pathetic existence who sells out her entire life in exchange for the fulfillment of a wish.
From the moment the girl forms a contract with QB, she bids farewell to her human identity—
her soul is extracted from her body to form a core called a "Soul Gem," while her body becomes
a magically powered shell, capable of altering various properties through magical energy, entirely modified for combat.
Although at first glance she may not seem much different from before the contract, the girls after the contract are essentially completely
different beings.

Homura Akemi wanders aimlessly through the streets and alleys after leaving school; this is also a magical girl's duty—
to use the Soul Gem to sense and eliminate magical beasts. Human society is always filled with
various conflicts, large and small. The hatred, jealousy, despair, and other filthy and cursed
negative emotions arising from these conflicts aggregate to form abnormal beings called "magical beasts." Magical girls are
warriors who fight against them. Though it's arduous and accompanied by other pains, Homura Akemi knows that all of this is nothing,
because everything she has now is the result of the sacrifice of a certain magical girl. She changed the magical girls
' originally more painful and desperate fate through her own sacrifice.

Magical arrows pierced through enormous bodies, and the girl's pale hand brushed through her long black hair. With
the dancing strands of hair, the monsters' bodies naturally dissipated, leaving only crystals falling to the ground. Homura Akemi put away her longbow,
gazed at the distant starry sky, and murmured, "I will
try ... Madoka."

"Madoka, is that it?" At the same time as the QQ voice sounded, it emerged from the shadows of the building. "Are you still
hung up on that girl whose identity cannot be proven?" Homura Akemi didn't reply, simply gazing at
the night sky . QB continued, "According to what you said before, magical beasts didn't originally exist in this world. Your original enemies
, magical girls, were beings called witches. They
were born from the Soul Gem after the despair and curse of magical girls broke through their limits.
The wish changed this world. Although your statement is unbelievable, after our discussion,
we've become very interested in the being named Madoka. Could you tell us more about her?"

"I'm tired," Homura Akemi said, quickly leaving. She walked through street after street,
the flames of anger slowly rising in her usually calm eyes. It was
anger directed at QB, or more precisely, at the Incubators. The Incubators weren't native to Earth. According to them,
they came to Earth long ago to collect emotional energy. To combat the cosmic energy crisis, they developed
technology to convert emotions into energy. However, they themselves lacked emotions, so they searched the universe for
intelligent life forms with emotions to provide energy, and Earth's humans were chosen. Through testing, they discovered that
the moment a person transforms from hope to despair, extraordinary energy can erupt, with the
strongest potential being found in girls whose secondary sexual characteristics are just beginning to develop. Thus, the incubators designed a ritual: find a girl, form a contract, fulfill
the wish , the girl falls into witchhood, the girl is retrieved, the girl is found again, and the cycle repeats. Before the world changed, magical girls
endlessly fought against their predecessors, all for
wishes . Most of them didn't know the truth, but even uncovering a corner of it was enough to drive them
to despair.

This was supposed to continue until a girl named Madoka, through a wish made during a contract,
broke the chain of despair that would lead all magical girls—past, present, and future—to ultimately fall into witchhood, severing the chain of
despair and changing the world. At the same time, the girl paid a price far worse than death; without a beginning or
an end, she became a concept, disappearing from the new world—no one remembers her! Except for Homura Akemi.

In the old world, Homura Akemi was attacked by witches shortly after transferring to Mitakihara Middle School. She was
saved by the magical girl Madoka, and the ordinary girl Homura and Madoka formed a deep friendship until Madoka
sacrificed her life to protect the city. Homura survived,
and although , she sought to change her friend's fate by signing a contract with QB, making a wish, and gaining
the power to travel through time to save her friend. However, each time she traveled back in time brought not only
failures, but also increasing power and information gathering with each cycle.
Due to this extreme information asymmetry, she grew increasingly distant from her friend Madoka and her past magical girl companions
. From some point in the cycle, she stopped recognizing Madoka and her friends
, silently eliminating the witches and their minions around Madoka, hoping that Madoka would not be
involved could live a normal life. Even this wish of Homura Akemi's remains
unfulfilled . The strong and kind-hearted Madoka, for various reasons, will ultimately choose
the path of becoming a magical girl to protect those around her—but once she becomes a magical girl, her fate is sealed: she will one day become
a witch .

In Homura's final loop, she discovers a corner of a truth she had previously overlooked, which
delivers a fatal blow—her repeated loops are the very cause of Madoka's entanglement in karma, preventing her from
escaping and forcing her to sink deeper and deeper into the path of witchhood! Homura's initial wish was
a mistake. Everything she did was ultimately in vain. Denied everything, Homura finally gives up on
time travel, quietly waiting for despair to consume the Soul Gem. Then, her best friend Madoka appears before her
and makes a wish that shocks everyone, including QB.

And so, the world changes.

It was through countless reincarnations that Homura Akemi and Madoka forged a bond that allowed Homura to preserve this
precious memory. This is the driving force behind her current struggle against the monsters, protecting the world that her dearest friend
sacrificed . However, qb attributes all of this to Homura's dreams and delusions. How
could Homura not be furious? But what angered her even more was herself. The new world had been established for
three months , and she had been living and fighting there, gradually becoming accustomed to a world without Madoka, a world that held such precious memories.
Takashi's memories became less vivid, and even she herself gradually became unsure whether
the content was truly her own delusion. She was even angrier at herself for having such thoughts! Madoka
had made such a great sacrifice to protect this world, and she actually doubted that it was merely her own delusion—unforgivable!

"Thump!" Homura Akemi's arm slammed hard against the lamppost, venting her anger.
On the deserted street, a girl stood alone under the lamppost, her head down, her left arm still in the position it had been in when she struck
the lamppost . There was no rain, but a few drops of water formed a puddle at the girl's feet. After a long while, Homura
Akemi deactivated her transformation, raised her head, and the flames of anger in her eyes were gone. The girl, now calm again,
slowly moved towards her apartment, turning a corner and arriving at the Y-junction—the entrance to Homura Akemi's apartment.

Homura Akemi pushed open the apartment door as always. The light shone into the entryway as always, and the girl's
figure stood alone and forlorn in the light as always. She walked quietly into the house as always,
and the door closed slowly behind her as always, plunging the entryway into darkness as always. She
greeted :

"I'm home."

"Welcome back."

(I)

"Welcome back."

The unexpected greeting left Homura Akemi's mind blank. She stood motionless
in , not reacting at all, maintaining the posture she had adopted when she entered with her head bowed. But the trembling in her heart
caused her body to begin to tremble slightly.

(What?...)

(Who?...)

(Could that voice be...?...)

Homura's mind was still blank, but the tremor in her heart was like a volcano about to erupt.
As the lights came on, the darkness in the entryway was swept away, along with the fog in Homura's mind, allowing her to
slowly raise her head. As her gaze rose, the neatly arranged leather shoes at the entrance first came into Homura's eyes
, then a pair of legs wearing white stockings, followed by a black plaid skirt and a beige Mitakihara Middle School
uniform, which came into view in Homura's increasingly bright eyes. Finally, the pink hair tied in twin ponytails,
the pale pink eyes, and the face with the familiar smile were deeply imprinted in her mind. Homura
unconsciously opened her mouth slightly, her eyes flickered slightly, and she even took a small step forward with her left foot.

The girl standing not far from Homura Akemi spread her arms wide, placing
them a welcoming gesture, and said again, "Welcome back." She paused slightly before continuing,

"Homura-chan."

"Madoka!"

Upon hearing that familiar voice and that all-too-familiar name, Homura Akemi could no longer contain
herself lunged forward, throwing herself into the arms of the girl named Madoka. Madoka
was thrown back several steps until she steadied herself against the wall. "Madoka! Madoka! Madoka!…"
Homura Akemi, already sobbing uncontrollably, clutched Madoka's uniform tightly, her face buried in Madoka's
chest, tears streaming from her eyes and soaking a large patch of her uniform.

"Okay, okay... I'm here." Madoka gently patted Homura's back with one hand and
stroked the back of Homura's hair with the other, constantly comforting the girl in her arms. "Don't cry, Homura-chan..." Homura
Akemi didn't say anything else, just repeatedly called Madoka's name and held Madoka tightly, afraid that if she let go
, Madoka would leave her again.

After a long time, Homura Akemi finally calmed down, her cheek leaving Madoka's chest, her eyes still filled with
tears , and her face streaked with tears, but she didn't care, just timidly looking at the girl in front of her.
The girl named Madoka smiled at Homura Akemi's face, took out a handkerchief and wiped Homura's face.

"...Madoka, how long can you stay here this time..." Although Homura asked in a barely audible voice,
Madoka didn't miss it. She stared into Homura's eyes and calmly said, "Homura-chan, I won't leave you this time
... Ah, it hurts!" Before she could finish speaking, Homura interrupted her. To be precise, as
soon as Homura heard "won't leave," she reached out and grabbed Madoka's hand that was wiping her tears, the force of which made Madoka cry out in pain. After hearing
the cry of pain, Homura immediately relaxed her grip but didn't let go of Madoka's hand. "Really?"

"It's true." The answer was calm and certain. "Come on, Homura-chan. Let's go inside." Madoka
held Homura's hand, and the two left the entrance hall one after the other, arriving in the living room. Homura Akemi felt a moment of daze, as if
she had returned to the first day she transferred to Mitakihara Middle School, when Madoka led her to the infirmary, Madoka still wearing
that warm smile. Homura, in a daze, found herself at the round table in the center of the hall. "Alright, sit down,
Homura-chan." As she heard the voice, she felt a pair of hands pressing on her shoulders, so she sat down
. Before her were a few simple yet delicate side dishes on a plate, followed by a bowl of steaming rice.
Homura looked up and saw Madoka's smiling face. "Hungry, Homura-chan? Try my cooking." After saying this,
Madoka walked around to the other side of the round table and sat down facing Homura. "It's a long story, it all
started ..."

For the rest of the time, Homura ate the rare and precious meal prepared by Madoka while listening to
her story. After making her wish, Madoka's power manifested into countless clones, each going to the past, present, and future, at the moment of death of every
magical girl. She absorbed the filth and curses brought by their pain, resentment, and unwillingness
, allowing them to peacefully face their end. To have the witches destroyed before their birth
fulfilled Madoka's wish. The only unique aspect is the existence of Madoka herself, the magical girl—
she travels through the past, present, and future, bearing all the filth and curses of magical girls, but who will bear the filth and curses of her final
transformation into a witch?!

According to her wish, all witches are destroyed before they are born. Finally, at the moment of her end, a
concept that doesn't fit into this level of universe appears—both Madoka and not Madoka—simply put,
she can be called "Concept Madoka." The appearance of Concept Madoka personally eliminates the Witch of Salvation (the witch Madoka herself ultimately becomes) who would contradict the wish made to Magical Girl Madoka
. And Concept Madoka, because she has no beginning and...
The ultimate sublimation resulted in a higher existence—almost like a legendary god. Madoka reshaped the world, and the girl's wish
became one of the laws of the new world (the Law of the Circles). Magical girls in the new world are
protected die peacefully.

Homura Akemi knew all this when she parted ways with Madoka. When Madoka ascended to become Madoka, although she still
existed, it was worse than death for Homura, who was still mortal. Saving Madoka was Homura's initial wish
and her guiding light through countless reincarnations. Now, having lost her guiding light, if it weren't for Madoka's promise that they would meet again
soon , she absolutely wouldn't have been able to endure it. However, even so, Homura
was still in great pain in this world where she couldn't feel Madoka. Moreover, as time passed, the pain didn't gradually
subside but instead deepened. Previously, her doubts about Madoka's memories caused her even more pain.
Now, the filth in her Soul Gem was accumulating faster and faster; at this rate, she feared she would
reach her limit soon.

Madoka, of course, knew all of this, and the part of her inner self who was the young girl Madoka felt even more heartache.
So, through her efforts, she influenced the entirety of the divine being, and finally succeeded in using divine power to interfere with the world. In the end,
the part of the young girl Madoka was separated and projected here.

"...That's how it is, I've come here. I'm sorry, Homura-chan , for causing you so much pain."

"It's alright, Madoka, as long as you can come back, the suffering I endured before is nothing!"
Hearing Madoka's apology, she immediately said. For her, nothing was more important than reuniting with Madoka;
the pain she suffered before the reunion was nothing compared to it. "And the food you cooked was delicious." Homura
blushed unconsciously.

"That's wonderful. I tried to make this with my mother before, and this is the first time I've cooked
it for someone else. I'm so glad you like it." Madoka smiled happily and then cleared away the dishes
. Homura sat there in a daze, her mind filled with thoughts of "the first time I've cooked for someone else, the first time I've cooked for someone else, the first
time 've ever cooked, the first time..."

"...Homura-chan, Homura-chan." When Homura came to her senses, she saw Madoka
looking at , and she blushed with embarrassment.

"Your face is so red, could you have a fever?" Madoka said, lifting Homura's hair
and pressing her forehead against Homura's. Homura gazed at her best friend's face so close to hers—those bright
eyes, that delicate nose, those slightly parted cherry lips—making her heart pound uncontrollably
. But Madoka quickly moved her face away. "That's strange, you don't have a fever, why are you so red?"
"I'm fine, I was just thinking about something," Homura quickly explained to avoid Madoka noticing her embarrassment.

"It's good that you're alright. By the way, Homura-chan, I've already prepared the bathwater for you. Go take a shower; you
must be tired after working all night. Take a relaxing bath." Madoka said, pulling Homura along to
the changing room outside the bathroom without further ado. "Go take a shower now; I'll bring you some clean clothes later." With that, she left
the changing room. Homura only hesitated for a moment before doing as Madoka suggested, as she was indeed exhausted. When she
returned to the bedroom after showering, she was taken
aback .

"Sorry, Homura-chan, I don't have any nightgown, so I'll have to borrow yours for now." Madoka said with
a sweet smile. Homura Akemi was mesmerized by the sight, but she quickly recovered and exclaimed, "
It's alright , Madoka, it suits you perfectly." She then took a black and white nightgown from the closet
and put it on, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Hey, Madoka, are you staying here tonight? Not going home?"

"Yes, not only am I staying, but I'm sleeping with Homura-chan! And not just today, but every day from now on
, is that okay, Homura-chan?"

"Sure! Of course! You can stay as long as you want!" Homura answered without hesitation, and Madoka,
hearing her reply, hugged her tightly, saying happily, "That's great, Homura-chan! I knew you were
the best to me! Okay, it's getting late, let's go to sleep."

"Okay."

With that, they turned off the bedroom light, and the two girls fell asleep in each other's arms. Homura lay in Madoka's arms, silently
praying —God, if this is a dream, please let me never wake up!

...

"Ring ring..." The alarm clock woke Homura Akemi from her sleep. With a snap, she turned off the alarm. As she habitually
sat up, Homura suddenly felt something was missing. Her mind clearing, she suddenly remembered that
her left hand was resting on the spot where Madoka had lain last night. "Madoka," she whispered,
glancing down at the empty bed beside her. A bad premonition rose within her. "Madoka!" Homura
whispered again, glancing around the bedroom. The room was clean; Madoka's
uniform . And the light purple pajamas Homura often wore were hanging on the wall as usual. Driven by unease, she
jumped out of bed and stumbled towards the living room without even changing her clothes. "Madoka! Madoka! Madoka!"
The living room was as cold and empty as ever; the round table in the center was bare. Suddenly, Homura remembered something and
rushed to the entrance, then collapsed to the floor as if all her strength had been drained. "Madoka! Madoka—!"
Her soft calls involuntarily turned into a desperate wail. —Simply because the leather shoes that should have been placed in the entryway
had vanished , or rather, those shoes had never existed at all.

Slumped to the floor, Homura sobbed, calling out her best friend's name. In her panic, her pajamas
hung disheveled on her body, revealing glimpses of her white skin. Normally, the girl, though still quite youthful, wouldn't be considered
a picture of youthful beauty, but now she appeared indescribably desolate. Pain and despair spread like
black ink across Homura's soul gem, which had recently been purified, becoming
dull and tarnished. Just as the filth on the soul gem thickened, a heavenly voice swept it away.

"Good morning, Homura-chan."

"Madoka…" Homura slowly turned her head, her cheeks streaked with tears, her eyes lifeless and filled with despair.
But when Madoka, wearing an apron, came into Homura's view,
a spark of hope and happiness ignited deep within her lifeless and despairing eyes.

"Yuanxiang!" With a heartfelt call, Yanfei rushed into Yuanxiang's arms, then vented her unease through
words .

"Idiot, idiot, where did you go? I woke up and couldn't see you, I thought you were gone."

"I woke up and saw you sleeping so soundly so I didn't wake you, I went straight to make you breakfast. I'm sorry, Homura-chan,
I made you worry."

"Where did the shoes in the entryway go? I thought you..."

"I'm sorry, Homura-chan, I thought the weather was so nice so I took them out to air them on the balcony."

Although Homura was complaining, she didn't blame Madoka at all. Feeling the warmth of Madoka's body and listening to Madoka's
comforting words, Homura finally realized that it wasn't a dream, and her best friend Madoka had finally reunited with her. At
this moment, the screen in the center of the hall was no longer filled with static, but showed a smiling
portrait of a girl, just like before the world was changed.

(II)

Homura Akemi was quietly soaking in the bathtub, half of her face submerged in the water, blowing bubbles.
She should have been relaxing and enjoying herself, but now she couldn't help but feel a little nervous. A week had passed since Homura and Madoka met. From being woken up by Madoka in the morning
to falling asleep in her arms at night, every day had been fulfilling and happy. The once cold and quiet apartment was gradually
starting to feel like "home." Homura thought life would continue like this, but then a change
occurred —Madoka got into trouble.

It happened after dinner. Homura was about to go out to hunt monsters when she suddenly heard
the sound of a plate breaking. "Madoka, are you alright?" Homura stopped and asked, but there
was no . This made Homura's heart tighten, so she turned around and rushed to the kitchen. The moment she entered, a
shocking scene came into Homura's eyes—a white porcelain plate was broken on the floor, and a girl named Madoka
stood like a puppet in front of the broken plate, her eyes blankly staring into the unknown distance.
Behind there was a phantom like a galaxy.

Although Homura stood frozen in place, unsure of what was happening before her eyes, a voice inside her
screamed, "Don't go! Madoka, don't let her go! Hold on tight, hold on to her,
hold on to your only light!" "Madoka!" So when Homura came to her senses, her body moved on its own,
embracing the girl standing before her and repeatedly calling her name, "Madoka, Madoka,
Madoka—!" As she called, her hands tightened around the girl's back, her slender fingers digging into
her clothes.

"Homura…chan?" A moment later, the faint illusion of the cosmos behind the girl disappeared,
and at the same time, the girl's questioning voice rang in Homura's ears. Homura immediately released her grip, took a half-step back, and then placed her hands
on the girl's shoulders. Looking at the girl's still somewhat bewildered face, she asked with concern, "Madoka,
are you alright?" Madoka was startled by Homura's sudden movement, blinked, looked around, and asked
疑惑地问道, "Homura-chan, what's wrong?"

Homura sighed, cleaned up the broken pieces on the floor, and led Madoka to the sofa in the living room
. She then told Madoka everything that had happened. After a long silence, Madoka finally
spoke, "Homura-chan, I'm fine… that's a lie. I don't actually exist in this
world ; I'm just a separated projection. Homura-chan knows that, right?"

"Yes," Homura nodded.

"So my connection with this world isn't strong yet. I'm still very fragile here, and there's always
the possibility of returning to my original body. The illusion of the cosmos that Homura-chan saw was my original body's
manifestation in this world. What happened just now was probably because I couldn't maintain my connection with this world, and my original body came to greet
me."

"How could this be..." "

Homura-chan, I was able to stay here because you hugged me just now. There was no
place for me in this world. It was because of the bond between Homura-chan and me that I was able to have my original body project me here." As she said
this Madoka raised her hand and pointed to the display screen in the center of the hall above her head. The display screen showed a
portrait of Madoka, but the portrait had become blurry, and the surrounding parts were flashing with static, as if it might disappear
at . Then the display screen returned to its previous state of being full of static.
After seeing the display screen in the center, Homura gripped the girl's hand even tighter.

"So, to stay in this world, I need to spend more time with Homura to deepen my connection with it.
I originally thought that eating and sleeping with Homura would be enough, but it seems that's still
far ." As she spoke, a rare helpless smile appeared on Madoka's face.

"Then, if eating and sleeping together isn't enough, let's go to school together, and fight monsters
together ..."

Homura was about to continue when Madoka touched her lips with her finger and shook her head. "No,
not to mention how dangerous it would be for Homura to take me to fight monsters, my connection with this world is still
too weak. I can't even leave this place. The area I can move around in is already the limit within the apartment."

"How could this be..." Homura didn't continue. Many things
were understood Homura couldn't be by Madoka's side all the time, and at this rate, Madoka
would disappear sooner or later. If Homura hadn't been by Madoka's side when she had problems before,
Madoka would have already disappeared from this world. The thought made Homura's heart tremble. "Is there
really no way...?"

"..." After a long silence, Madoka's voice reached Homura's ears. "Actually, there's another way...
"

"Really?!" Homura's previously gloomy eyes lit up with hope. "If there's a way,
why didn't you say so sooner..." Homura saw the sincere look in Madoka's eyes and swallowed the rest of her
words.

"Hey, Homura-chan, to me you're my best friend."
Madoka looked at Homura sincerely, and Homura unconsciously swallowed under Madoka's gaze. "
So , I really don't want our pure relationship to be tainted. Therefore, from the beginning
, there was a simple way to deepen our connection with the world, but I never considered using that method, and
I don't intend to use it now. Don't be sad, Homura-chan, let's spend the rest of our time happily together
."

"Madoka..." Homura Akemi gazed at Madoka's forced but genuine smile, her lips slightly parted
as she was about to utter words of agreement. Suddenly, memories of her contract with QB flashed through her mind, followed by
a flood of memories from past reincarnations. She had tried to protect Madoka time and again, but Madoka had left her time and again
. Instead of uttering words of agreement, she took a deep breath,
stood up from beside Madoka, adjusted her position, and stood directly in front of her. Her eyes were filled with determination, and she
spoke with an air of superiority:

"Madoka, tell me the final solution. No matter how difficult it is, no matter how much it hurts me, I
will not back down, I will not give up. I want to reunite with you, Madoka, not as someone you protect,
but as someone who protects you!"

Madoka looked up at her best friend in surprise, her simple words conveying an unwavering resolve.
The two girls stared at each other in silence for a long time. After a while, they finally made a decision. Madoka was the first to look away,
tilting her head slightly and letting out a soft sigh.

"Homura-chan, let's do something 'h'."

"Huh?"

"Homura-chan, the last resort is for us to do something 'h'."

...

"Ha—" Homura Akemi got out of the bathtub and let out a long sigh. The towel gently brushed over the
slightly , over her pinkish-white arms, over her flat and firm abdomen, over her mons
pubis, over every inch of her skin. Finally, Homura Akemi was ready. She put on her pajamas and left
the dressing room.

Pushing open the bedroom door, Homura Akemi immediately saw Madoka sitting in the middle of the bed. Her light pink hair wasn't
tied into two ponytails as usual, but instead cascaded down her shoulders. Hearing the door open, Madoka looked up
and smiled at Homura, waving her hand. "You're here, Homura-chan."

Homura nodded and quickly sat down next to Madoka, her head lowered, only occasionally glancing
up at Madoka. After a few times, she finally whispered, "Madoka, um, this is my first time doing 'H
' stuff, I don't know how to do it. What should we do next?"

"Homura-chan, I've never done anything like this before either. It's our first time for both of us, but my
true form knows everything, so I have that knowledge too." Madoka said with a smile,
pointing to her head. "Homura-chan, don't worry, relax and leave everything to me."

As she spoke, Madoka moved, one hand reaching behind Homura's neck to pull her into her arms, her
cherry lips brushing against Homura's cheek, giving her a light kiss. Her other hand gently
stroked Homura's forehead, her slender fingers playing with the strands of hair.

"Madoka."

"Homura-chan."

The two girls whispered each other's names. Madoka's hand, which had been playing with Homura's hair, slowly slid down
her cheek to her slender neck, and her lips moved from Homura's cheek to
her lips. Then their lips met, and the two girls gave each other their first kiss, parting a moment later.

"I gave my first kiss to Homura-chan," Madoka said with a smile. Then, Homura suddenly braced herself with her hand
and pressed her lips to Madoka's. After a few breaths, she separated them and whispered, "My first kiss
also belongs to Madoka."

After a slight surprise at first, Madoka's face lit up with a smile. "Homura-chan, naughty children need punishment
, are you ready to accept it?" As she spoke, Madoka's lips pressed against Homura
's again. But this was just the beginning. Madoka's small tongue darted out from between her lips, constantly touching Homura's lips.
After feeling the touch that was different from her lips, Homura instinctively parted her lips slightly. Just as she parted
her lips , Madoka's small tongue darted into Homura's mouth, searching for her own tongue.
After her initial nervousness, Homura responded to Madoka's search with her own tongue. Soon, the two tongues intertwined like snakes in heat, constantly
entwining each other, completely unable to stop.

This continued until the two girls felt suffocated and ran out of oxygen. As
their lips parted, their tongues reluctantly separated, though the tips remained connected
, glistening saliva hanging in the air until gravity finally caused them to drift onto the sheets.
The two girls gazed deeply into each other's eyes. Madoka reached out and used her finger to dab some of the saliva from Homura's lips, then put it in
her own mouth, carefully licking it clean with her tongue before giving a
satisfied smile.

"Did you like it, Homura-chan?"

"Yes."

"Then let's continue."

With that, Madoka pressed her lips to Homura's once more, and the girls shared a passionate kiss. At the same time, Madoka's hand, which
had been resting on Homura's neck, continued to slide downwards, reaching Homura's slightly protruding breasts. The girl's hand gently
brushed against the two mounds, sometimes circling Homura's breasts with her fingers, sometimes spreading her fingers like claws,
moving them from the base to the peaks, and finally closing them together. Homura felt Madoka's
mischievous and slightly twisted her body. Madoka stopped what she was doing, her lips leaving Homura's. Slightly uneasy,
she asked, "Homura-chan, does it hurt?"

"No," Homura shook her head. "It's just a little itchy.

" "Should we stop?"

"Let's keep going." "

Then let's take off our clothes."

"Okay."

Soon the two girls were completely naked. Madoka looked at Homura's bare back. "Homura-chan,
turn around , don't be shy."

Homura sat motionless on the bed, her back to Madoka, legs together, one hand covering her crotch, the other hand
covering her breasts. "Just a moment,
almost done, let me get ready… Ah!"

A gasp interrupted Homura as she felt two mounds of flesh press against her back. Although
the mounds weren't large, probably about the same size as her, the sudden touch still made her cry out.
Then a pair of hands came through her armpits and first reached her lower abdomen. Then one hand slowly
moved towards her chest while the other slid down towards her private parts.

"Yuan...Yuanxiang, what, what are you doing?" Homura's surprised voice trembled involuntarily.

"It's all your fault for being so slow, Homura-chan. Well then, I'll have to take the initiative." A familiar voice, accompanied by
warm breath, blew into Homura's ear, making her body stiffen.

"Don't worry, Homura-chan, leave everything to me today. Just relax and enjoy it
. Well then, let's begin."

"Ah!" Just as the words fell, Homura felt something warm and wet against her ear and
involuntarily cried out in surprise, then blushed deeply. She had embarrassed herself too many times today,
completely unlike her usual aloof self. But a
feeling of happiness welled up in her heart. How long had it been since she had
felt
the chance to experience it again .

While Homura was immersed in her own bliss, Madoka didn't stop what she was doing. Her tongue tirelessly
caressed Homura's ears, sometimes licking, sometimes scraping, wandering back and forth between the auricle, earlobe, and helix, occasionally
nibbling lightly with her teeth. Her right hand roamed over Homura's chest, her small breasts held in
her hand sometimes kneading, sometimes pinching, sometimes circling the cherry-red tips of Homura's breasts with her fingers, sometimes
gently twisting the nipples, about half the size of a mung bean.

Under Madoka's caresses, Homura's originally stiff body slowly softened, a faint pink hue
gradually , and her right hand, which had been tightly covering her lower body, loosened. Madoka's left hand
slid down from her lower abdomen to the mound between Homura's legs. Just as she touched the mound, Homura's previously loosened
right hand instinctively pressed down on Madoka's hand that had reached in. Madoka didn't go any further, but simply gently
felt the smoothness around the mound with her fingers.

Not long after, the hand pressing on Yuanxiang's hand loosened. At the same time, Yuanxiang felt a slight dampness
on , so she ran her finger around the area and confirmed it wasn't an illusion, especially
noticeable near the vulva. Yuanxiang's fingers further slid back and forth around the vulva, occasionally
brushing against a small protrusion at the tip. At this moment, Yuanxiang could clearly feel Yan
trembling slightly in her arms.

With Yuanxiang's advances, Yan's hands, which had been covering her chest and lower body, completely moved away—hanging naturally at
her sides, revealing Yan's beautiful breasts and vulva to Yuanxiang. Yuanxiang paused her tongue's attack,
focusing her attention on her eyes and hands. Yan's nipples, which were originally no bigger than half a mung bean, were now
erect, more than twice their original size, larger than a mung bean. The vulva also slightly
opened, revealing the pink flesh within, with wisps of moist heat escaping, like another
small mouth thirsting for food. So the fingers that had been caressing the area came to the small mouth and
slowly slipped inside.

Sensing the intrusion, the vaginal walls contracted, firmly gripping the finger inside
. And through the undulating sensation of the vaginal walls, Madoka felt as if her finger was truly being
held and gently sucked by a small mouth. So Madoka carefully pushed her fingertip deeper, then pulled it out a little, then went in
again, repeating this in a circular motion. The suction from her fingertip grew stronger,
and more and more fluid flowed from the opening. After several thrusts, with a "pop," Madoka pulled out her fluid-covered
finger. Then, she quickly raised her hand, and at the same time, Madoka suddenly bit Homura's earlobe lightly. Taking advantage of Homura's
surprised open mouth, she quickly slipped her finger into Homura's mouth.

"Don't waste it, Homura-chan," Madoka's words reached Homura's ears. Homura frowned slightly but
didn't spit out her finger, which was covered in her own fluids.

"This is the first sweet spring flowing from Homura-chan's vulva, it's very precious, you won't be able to taste it again.
Come on, lick it clean carefully." Madoka said with a cute smile but seductive words.

Homura hesitated for a moment but finally did as Madoka said. At first, she licked very clumsily, but
gradually she no longer just used her tongue, but also used her lips to suck on Madoka's fingertips.
Madoka's fingers also felt comfortable.

"Oh my, it looks delicious, I want to try it too, what should I do, Homura-chan?"
As she spoke, Madoka's right hand, which was originally playing with Homura's breasts, moved to the back of Homura's right hand, and then, as if
holding a mouse, she held Homura's right hand and moved it to Homura's vulva. "I have an idea, Homura-chan, why don't you
feed me yourself?" As she spoke, she pressed her index finger on Homura's index finger and then pressed it
down on the entrance of Homura's vulva.

"Slowly, slowly... Yes, just like that, gently put it in, and then move it back and forth."
Following Madoka's words, Homura, guided by her, slowly moved her index finger back and forth inside her vagina,
experiencing the sensation of her fingertip being sucked, feeling the touch of her fingertip against the vaginal walls, distinguishing
the difference between her fingertip and Madoka's earlier fingertip. Even after Madoka stopped guiding her, Homura's index finger continued to move in and out on its own
.

"Madoka... mmm... Madoka..." A few murmurs escaped from her mouth, which was
sucking on Madoka's finger. After dozens of thrusts, Homura suddenly felt a pull on her hand, and her index finger was suddenly pulled out of
her vagina. Then, her index finger was placed in another warm place, and while feeling the warmth, something soft
wrapped around her index finger.

"Mmm... mmm... mmm, oh... Homura... the taste... mmm, it's really good, mmm...
" Madoka uttered broken words while licking Homura's fingertip.

Madoka's sucking and licking brought Homura considerable pleasure, but it wasn't enough to compensate for
the emptiness left after her index finger was withdrawn. Moreover, as time passed, the emptiness below grew stronger, and Homura finally
couldn't help plead, "Ugh... Madoka... Madoka, please, please give me... your finger, down there... I can't take it anymore,
ugh..."

Hearing Homura's plea, Madoka readily agreed, her right index finger only lingering briefly around the vulva before penetrating deep into the vagina
and thrusting. With the satisfaction of the emptiness in her lower body, a satisfied smile appeared on Homura's face. Madoka watched
Homura's smile, her right index finger, embedded in the vaginal walls, quickening its thrusting motion. With the increased speed of the thrusting, Homura's...
More and more fluid flowed from the opening, running down the cleft and splashing everywhere, even with each
spasm . At the same time, Homura's body temperature rose steadily; Madoka could feel
the heat emanating from the girl in her arms, and Homura's cheeks were flushed red as if she had a fever.

Suddenly, Madoka felt the girl's body stiffen, and her index finger felt a
tight grip , almost thinking it was about to be severed. Then, a large amount of fluid gushed out, wetting Madoka's
palm.

"I'm sorry, Madoka, I... I think I peed, sob—" A voice almost burst into tears reached Madoka's ear.
Madoka turned her head and saw Homura's face flushed red, looking at her timidly.

"Pfft, pfft..." Seeing Homura's expression, Madoka couldn't help but burst out laughing. "Sorry,
sorry , Homura-chan, I wasn't making fun of you, pfft, it's just that you look so funny, pfft
..." Madoka laughed for almost a minute before finally stopping, while Homura wished she could disappear into the ground
.

"Don't worry, Homura-chan, you didn't wet the bed, pfft. Hmm, that water wasn't pee, it was
a fountain of happiness. When we girls do erotic things, we
squirt out , it's generally called—an orgasm."

After hearing Madoka's explanation, Homura's complexion improved a lot, and as she felt relieved,
exhaustion washed over her, and she collapsed into Madoka's arms.

"What's wrong, Homura?"

"Um... Madoka, I'm fine, I just suddenly feel so tired."

"Oh, then rest." With that, Madoka gently laid Homura, who was limp in her arms, onto the bed. She then
went out to fetch a basin of hot water and returned to the bedroom. After carefully wiping the sleeping Homura's body with a hot towel, she used
the slightly cloudy water to wipe herself. After finishing all this, Madoka lay down
beside and fell asleep.

...

The morning sunlight streamed into the room and shone on Homura's face. Her slightly blinking eyelids indicated that the girl was about to
wake up. A moment later, the girl finally opened her eyes, and what came into view was the smiling face of a
girl . The two girls looked at each other, a moment that seemed both fleeting and eternal. In the end, the girl named Homura lowered
her head and looked away.

"Since you were awake, why didn't you wake me up..." The low voice was more of an embarrassment than a complaint.

"I just woke up too, and Homura's sleeping face is just so cute, I can't get enough of looking at it, how could I bear
to wake you?"

"Hmm..." Homura, looking down at her naked body, remembered the events of last night, and her
words ultimately turned into a single sentence. After a long silence, it was Madoka who broke the silence.

"It's getting late, Homura, let's get up."

After a flurry of activity, the two ate a simple breakfast together, and then Madoka cleaned up the dishes and went to the kitchen.
Homura prepared to leave for school, but just as she was about to leave the hall and step into the entrance hall, she stopped and looked back
at the screen in the center of the hall. It displayed a portrait of her best friend Madoka, still blurry, but much better
than yesterday when she seemed like she could disappear at any moment.

Gazing at that still blurry smile, Homura Akemi clenched her fists tightly.

(This time, I will definitely protect you!)

To be continued

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