Starved for His Scent
Click.
I flipped the switch and peeled the device from her face.
The moment the magic was cut off, Lee Seolah’s focus snapped back into place.
"Mmm..."
"Sleep well?"
"Oh my. When did I even fall asleep?"
"You were out cold the second I put the massager on you."
"Ugh, how embarrassing. That heat function really is something..."
Seolah laughed sheepishly and brushed her disheveled hair back into place.
Bzzz— Bzzz—
My phone suddenly started vibrating like mad in my pocket.
The caller ID read Seo Dabin.
My childhood friend—and currently the most popular star magical girl in all of South Korea.
"Hello."
"Kang Peace! Where the hell are you right now?!"
An irritated voice exploded through the receiver.
"Home. Why? What’s up?"
"Get the manager van and come pick me up right now!"
"Pickup? You didn’t have any deployments today."
"It’s my day off and they still dragged me out! God, I’m so pissed!"
Dabin let out a heavy, frustrated sigh.
"Some newbie brat went and made a complete mess of everything!"
"Newbie? She couldn’t take down the monster?"
"No, she killed the thing—but she couldn’t control her power and turned the whole area into a disaster zone. Ugh."
"So you’re the one cleaning it up?"
"Yeah. The association wants me to help with crowd control on-site. Hurry up!"
"Got it. Be there soon."
I hung up and grabbed my coat.
A single question flickered through my mind.
A newbie magical girl, huh. Don’t tell me it’s Kang Eunha—the one who bolted out of here in such a rush earlier?
When I’d interrogated her with the Visor yesterday, all I’d learned was that she’d contracted with a pink mascot. I hadn’t bothered asking about her alias, her stage name, or what her transformation form even looked like.
And Dabin doesn’t seem to know who she is either.
A magical girl transformation completely changes your appearance and aura, enough to hide your identity. Even a childhood friend who knew our family inside and out could miss it completely.
"Mom. I’m heading out for a bit."
"Huh...? Right now?"
Lee Seolah, who’d been sitting propped up against the headboard, startled and looked at me.
"Yeah. Dabin needs me to bring the van ASAP."
"B-but still... nh."
She staggered unsteadily off the bed and clamped both hands around my sleeve.
"Mom?"
"P-Peace... do you really have to go?"
Her cheeks were far redder than before. Her breathing was ragged, and her eyes were strangely wet.
"Are you feeling worse? You’re shaking pretty hard."
"My body... it just keeps trembling. The second you try to leave, I suddenly feel so cold..."
Seolah pressed her face against my arm and panted softly.
Withdrawal symptoms.
The dense scent of her Master that I’d driven deep into her brain and lungs just moments ago—now that it was about to leave her, her brain was throwing a fit.
"Just a little longer... can’t you stay by my side a little longer before you go?"
A noble former hero was clinging to my sleeve and whining.
I put on a look of mild inconvenience and patted her shoulder.
"It’s manager work. I’ll clean it up quick and come straight back."
"Haa... sss... nnngh..."
Instead of answering, she buried her nose in my chest and inhaled deeply.
The way she greedily sucked in my scent made her look every bit the animal.
"Mom?"
"Ah—s-sorry! Why did I suddenly...!"
Reason returned in a flash; Seolah jerked away in shock.
But her gaze still licked over my body, sticky and hungry. A thirst she couldn’t understand with her mind was tormenting her.
"Stay under the covers. I’ll be back soon."
"Okay... be careful, Peace."
I left the master bedroom with Seolah still trembling with longing behind me.
Creak, slam.
The second I stepped out of the house, the laugh I’d been holding back finally burst free.
"Hahaha."
The look on her face just now had been perfect.
I walked down to the underground parking garage, spinning the car key around my finger.
Beep. Beep.
The heavy black van’s doors unlocked.
I climbed into the driver’s seat and stomped on the gas.
If that accident-prone newbie Dabin mentioned really is Kang Eunha...
I drove toward the city center in excellent spirits.
When I arrived on-site, the pink magical girl was nowhere to be seen.
Instead, only Seo Dabin stood in the middle of the ruined road, golden hair whipping in the wind as she gave interviews to the press.
Rumble.
"Ugh, I’m exhausted! Just start driving already!"
The moment she finished wrapping things up and climbed into the back seat, she started snapping.
"Good work. Look at you, the hero of the hour."
I turned the wheel with a casual smirk.
"So where’d the newbie go? You’re all alone."
"Don’t even get me started! She was wearing this tacky pink outfit, then suddenly said her body was burning up and hurting so bad she just ran off!"
"She trashed the whole site and then fled?"
"Yes! Total glass-cannon mental fortitude. Her legs were shaking so hard she could barely even stand!"
Dabin ranted on, badmouthing the newbie without mercy.
Listening to her complaints, I glanced at the rearview mirror and barely managed to swallow a laugh.
Pink clothes. Body overheating. Legs giving out.
Yesterday Eunha had confessed she’d contracted with a pink mascot.
And the aftereffects of the domination I’d carved deep into her flesh.
Every clue pointed to the exact same conclusion.
No question—it’s Kang Eunha.
The side effects of her corruption had conveniently exploded right in the middle of a monster fight.
Her lower belly must have been throbbing and burning so badly she couldn’t take it and bolted.
Dabin kept the same face and look whether transformed or not, so of course she had no idea it was Eunha. To her, the newbie was just some weak little thing to click her tongue at.
"Zero professional spirit. Tsk."
"Right?! God, so annoying. Peace. Want to grab a drink later?"
"No."
"Come on, why not! Just one!"
"You drink like water. Last time I tried keeping up with you I nearly died of a hangover."
"Ugh, so petty! Just match me once, please?"
"Next time. What’s tomorrow’s schedule?"
"Tomorrow’s off. Day after, photo shoot in the afternoon. You’re picking me up after, right?"
"Yeah. Let’s just get you home."
My same-age childhood friend pouted and grumbled in the back seat.
Through the rearview mirror I watched her unguarded face, golden hair all mussed.
What if I made that magical girl cry out nothing but my name instead of begging for another drink?
Just wait. Before long I’ll have a perfect collar around that pretty neck of yours too.
I dropped her off at her studio apartment and headed home.
Click.
The front door opened onto a living room lit by a soft glow.
Between cleaning up Dabin’s mess and handling the rest of her afternoon schedule, the sun had already set by the time I got back.
"Peace, you’re home?"
Lee Seolah greeted me from the sofa.
Her cheeks were still flushed deep red, her breathing shallow and unsteady.
"Yeah. Finished cleaning up Dabin’s thing. Where’s Eunha?"
"She came back a while ago, said she felt awful and locked herself in her room right away."
"You don’t look so good yourself, Mom."
At my words Seolah’s face went even redder. She asked carefully,
"Peace... if you have a minute..."
"Sure. What is it?"
"Could you do that eye massage for me again? I keep getting this heat inside and I feel so chilly..."
"Of course. Let’s go to the master bedroom."
I swallowed a crooked smile and led her inside.
The moment we stood by the bed I pressed my lips right against her ear without a second of hesitation.
"Good Mother."
"......"
Thud.
Seolah’s already hazy eyes went completely blank. Her breathing thickened.
I gave the order coldly.
"For the next five minutes."
"...Yes..."
"Assume the standby pose alone."
"...I will obey..."
"After that, lie down on the bed. Sleep soundly until morning. Understood?"
"...Five minutes of standby, then... I will sleep..."
Sway. Sway.
In the empty room the noble former hero raised both hands above her head and began rolling her hips all by herself.
Leaving that ridiculous, lewd sight behind me, I closed the master bedroom door.
Now it was time to cook the real prey.
Creak.
I opened Eunha’s door and stepped inside.
"Eunha. You okay?"
"G-get out! Get out right now!"
Curled up on the dark bed, Eunha shrieked at me.
"Your big brother offers to nurse you and this is the thanks I get? So cold."
"I don’t need it, so piss off! God, seriously...!"
"But it’s funny, you know."
"What is!"
"When I went to pick Dabin up earlier."
"......"
"Apparently there was this pink girl on-site whose legs completely gave out and she booked it."
"......!"
Eunha’s whole body went rigid.
"Couldn’t control her power, made a total mess..."
"......"
"Then suddenly got a fever and ran away, I hear."
"W-what does that have to do with me!"
"You sure it doesn’t?"
I leaned in close to her frozen ear.
"Good Sister."
"...Ah."
Thud.
The defiance blazing in her eyes vanished in an instant.
"...Please give me... your command..."
"Transform."
"...I will obey..."
Dazzling magical light filled the room.
When the flash faded, Eunha stood there in a tacky pink frilly skirt, face blank.
The mascot hands over the power and disappears the moment the contract is signed—same system as my Guide. Good. No annoying little flies buzzing around to interfere.
"Oh my. So our little tsundere was that nuisance newbie all along."
"......"
"Answer me honestly. Why did you run from the site earlier?"
"...While fighting the monster..."
"While fighting?"
"...My lower belly suddenly started throbbing like crazy..."
"And?"
"...My legs gave out..."
"You went into heat in front of a monster and ran away?"
"...Yes. I couldn’t hold it in... so I abandoned the field..."
"Hahaha!"
I clutched my stomach and laughed out loud.
"What a proud active magical girl we have here."
I snickered until the laughter drained away, then looked down at her with cold eyes.
"Fine. It happens."
My little sister had made a mistake because the imprint I’d left melted her brain. I ought to grant her a merciful pardon. Of course, it wouldn’t be free.
I stepped closer and slowly flipped up her frilly skirt.
"Hnn..."
Even under hypnosis, her thighs trembled finely at her Master’s touch.
I tugged her thin panties down just enough, then roughly snatched the magic wand she’d summoned into her hand.
"Maybe you need to take your Master’s magic wand deep inside before you can get your head straight, hm?"
"...Ah..."
I lined it up against her pussy and pushed it straight in.
Then I pulled her panties back up and fixed them firmly in place.
"Haa... nhh...!"
The double pressure hit her at once. Eunha’s breathing turned ragged in a heartbeat.
"Clench down tight like this."
"...I-I will obey..."
"And hold the standby pose."
"...Yes..."
Crushed under the pleasure, Eunha barely managed to squeeze out the reply.
Then she raised both hands above her head and began swaying her hips.
Every time the wand shifted inside her, her pelvis jerked in a strangely erotic little hop.
Quite the show.
I watched that shameful, blissful solo dance for a full five minutes.
By the time sweat was dripping from Eunha’s chin, I snapped my fingers in the air.
Snap!
"That’s enough."
"...Haa... haa..."
"Cancel the transformation."
"...I will obey..."
Flash—!
The light died. Her clothes shifted, and the magic wand locked in place by her panties vanished along with them.
Back in her usual baggy home clothes, Eunha staggered as if she might collapse.
"And."
"...Yes..."
"Get back on the bed. Curl up the way you were before."
"...I will... obey..."
Eunha forced her shaking legs to move and crawled onto the mattress.
Then she curled her body into a tight little ball.
Even if her memories were wiped clean, her flesh would remember this heavy brand forever.
I left her room without a shred of lingering attachment.
Click.
I shut the door and stepped out into the dark living room. A laugh tried to rise; I swallowed it.
With a single word from me, both the master bedroom and the room across the hall now held bitches being trained like dogs.