The Retired Magical Girl
As I stepped into the living room, the TV blared in my ears.
"Oppa, come eat. I already peeled all the apples."
Eun-ha, huddled at the end of the sofa, snapped at me curtly.
"Yeah, yeah, got it."
I sat down casually across from her.
She had her arms crossed, but she fidgeted restlessly in a strange way.
"But seriously, are you feeling sick or something?"
"When did I say I was sick?!"
"Your face is redder than the apples."
"Ugh, seriously! Your room's just stupidly hot, that's all!"
Eun-ha fanned her cheeks irritably.
But beads of sweat dotted her forehead.
Of course it is. She might've forgotten, but her body still remembers that pleasure from earlier.
Perfect disarmament.
Clear evidence that her inner corruption was slowly progressing.
"Eun-ha, honey, are you sure you're not coming down with a cold?"
Lee Seol-ah, my stepmom, emerged from the kitchen with a warm cup of tea, her voice laced with concern.
"No, Mom. I'm really fine."
"But you're sweating too. Go lie down and rest."
"Yeah... okay. I'm heading to my room first."
Eun-ha bolted up from her seat like she was fleeing.
She wobbled.
For a split second, her legs buckled, bumping into the sofa's edge.
"Oh my! Be careful."
"Ah, haha... guess I got a leg cramp all of a sudden. I'm really going now!"
She hurriedly flung open her door and slipped inside.
The door slammed shut with a bang, and Lee Seol-ah tilted her head in puzzlement.
"Why's she so clumsy today?"
"Probably just tired from her tough job lately."
"Maybe. Anyway, you eat some apples too."
Lee Seol-ah pushed the plate toward me with a gentle smile.
She was forty-one.
But thanks to the magical girl powers accumulated over the years, her physical aging had nearly stopped.
She looked no older than her mid-to-late twenties.
Even baggy home clothes couldn't hide her voluptuous, bursting breasts and slim waist.
Why does someone this beautiful live like a nun her whole life?
Even after our remarried dad passed away, she'd never once dated a man.
"Oh, Mom. Remember that new VR machine I bought last time?"
I pulled out the pitch-black visor I'd hidden behind me.
"Hm? Oh, the gaming console you mentioned during dinner?"
"Yeah. Turns out it has an eye massage function too."
"Massage too? Machines these days are amazing."
"I tried it in my room, and it felt incredible. Your eyes have been dry lately, right? Want to give it a go?"
"Oh, sure, why not?"
"I'll put it on for you. Just lean back comfortably."
Lee Seol-ah didn't suspect a thing.
She closed her eyes obediently and rested her head against the sofa back.
I slowly placed the pitch-black visor over her eyes.
"Not uncomfortable anywhere?"
"No. Fits perfectly. Still no feeling... huh?"
Click.
I flipped the switch.
Bzzz—!
The device sealed against her face, emitting a faint, cool hum.
But any ominous magical energy was 100% blocked from leaking out—or even reaching the wearer.
"Huh? Peace, something's buzzing at the top...?"
"That's the vibration massage starting. Just relax."
"Oh, I see. Mmm... huh?!"
Suddenly, Lee Seol-ah's body jerked reflexively.
She hadn't noticed the device's true nature until that very moment.
Not even a hint of magic until it activated.
But the overwhelming energy released inside the disguise barrier slammed straight into her brain.
"Wha... ahn, my head, haa...!"
Just three seconds.
No time for even a retired magical girl's instincts to detect the danger.
Zzt, zzzt!
The absolute system seized her brain, overriding any resistance.
Her hands, hovering in the air, dropped limply to the floor.
Her lips parted slightly as she panted.
Utterly, perfectly neutralized.
"......"
I glanced toward the living room. Eun-ha's door was firmly shut.
I lightly patted Lee Seol-ah's cheek.
"Mom. Or should I say, Lee Seol-ah."
"...Yes, Master..."
Her voice was chillingly subdued.
The warm stepmom had instantly lost her sense of self, reduced to a slave.
"The living room's too cramped for a massage. Walk quietly to the master bedroom."
"...Yes. As you command..."
Whoosh.
The visor's opaque front turned translucent, restoring her vision.
Lee Seol-ah rose smoothly like a well-crafted doll and headed to the master bedroom.
Click.
I locked the door.
Lee Seol-ah stood rigidly in the center of the room.
"Sit on the edge of the bed."
"...As you command..."
Plop.
She settled obediently on the bed's edge.
"Lee Seol-ah. One question."
"...Yes. Speak..."
"Why have you ignored this perfect body and lived like a nun, never dating?"
Bzz.
The visor's light flickered faintly.
"...A fatal injury from a past ruin exploration, and..."
"Injury?"
"...Yes. And... psychological trauma from my first husband's infidelity..."
First husband—Eun-ha's real dad, I suppose.
"So?"
"...That trauma caused severe sexual aversion..."
Sexual aversion.
An unexpected weakness.
"Ho. Does the thought of intimacy make you shiver?"
"...Yes. Extreme revulsion..."
A sudden question crossed my mind.
"Then how'd you marry our dad? With that aversion."
"...When he confessed first... I confessed my condition fully..."
"Dad knew everything?"
"...Yes. But... on the condition of no intimacy for life... he said just stay by his side, and promised marriage..."
I burst out laughing.
"Platonic love, huh. Dad was such a pushover."
"......"
"Now I'm even more curious how that iron wall of purity crumbles under my control."
I stroked my chin and commanded.
"Throw your top on the floor."
"...As you command..."
Swish.
Her hands gripped the hem, yanking it off over her head in one motion.
"Ha."
A sigh escaped me.
Her bursting, voluptuous breasts, hidden beneath the stuffy clothes.
Perfect submission that made even her "aversion" diagnosis laughable.
"Good. Excellent."
"...Thank you for the praise..."
"From now on, you live by my commands and die by my commands. A machine. Understood?"
"...Yes. I am Master's machine..."
Today's first imprint.
Time to etch the pleasure of domination deep into her flesh.
"Remember this. When I whisper a certain word in your ear."
"......"
"You instantly drop all sense of self and revert to obedience mode."
I approached the bed, lips brushing her ear.
"Good Mother."
"......"
"The moment you hear it, you face me directly."
"...Face you directly..."
"Hands raised above your head."
"...Hands raised above my head..."
"Hips swaying side to side in standby pose. Got it?"
The most humiliating, vulgar command for a celibate.
But her dominated lips showed no hesitation.
"...I will remember. On 'Good Mother'... hands up, hips swaying... standby..."
"Then let's practice."
I stepped back.
"Good Mother."
Swish.
She stared straight at me, interlocking her hands above her head.
Her waist arched like a bow, thrusting her breasts dizzyingly forward.
Sway. Sway.
Mechanically, fluidly, her hips rocked side to side.
No trace of the noble retired magical girl.
Just a obedient female tamed for me.
"Kuh... kuahaha!"
Perfect.
The moment her arrogant pity for me shattered.
"Perfect."
"...Thank you, Master..."
I stopped her swaying hips, picked up the top from the floor, and dressed her again.
Then laid her on the bed.
"That's enough conditioning for today."
Remove the device, and all memories up to now vanish.
But the overwhelming pleasure etched into her body will linger forever, gnawing at her.
Click.
I switched it off and removed the pitch-black mask.
Special Note Applied: Memories formed during operation are erased.
However, gradual corruption begins with the imprinted pleasure.
As the magic cut off, her focus returned swiftly.
"Mmm......"
She blinked, then looked around in confusion.
"Huh? Why am I in the master bedroom?"
"Mom, you passed out on the sofa right after I put the eye massager on."
I flashed my usual bright, innocent expression as I lied.
"Me? Oh my god. Did I snore?"
"You slept through me carrying you all the way here."
"Ugh, how embarrassing. Must've been the heat function relaxing me too much..."
Lee Seol-ah chuckled awkwardly and tried to get up from the bed.
She wobbled.
"Whoa?!"
Her legs gave out dramatically, her body pitching toward the floor.
I rushed forward, catching her waist and pulling her into my arms.
"Mom! You okay?"
"Huh? That's weird. Why's my legs suddenly so weak... ah."
Embraced in my arms, Lee Seol-ah let out a ragged breath.
Her cheeks flushed faintly, sweat beading on her forehead.
"Why's my body so hot... suddenly feel like I have a fever."
She clutched her chest, frowning.
The lingering remnants of unfamiliar pleasure surging from her lower abdomen.
Proof she was starting to recognize me as her "Master" and corrupt slowly.
"The machine's heat must've been too intense. Lie down and rest."
"Yeah... sorry, Peace, could you grab me a glass of water?"
"Sure. Be right back."
I left the panting Lee Seol-ah behind and exited the master bedroom.
"Ha."
A chuckle slipped out.
The absolute power in my hands.
The haughty active magical girl and the noble retired one.
The day I'd have every woman in this house perfectly on their knees felt much closer than I'd thought.