Wang Boobies! Soft Cheeks and Hikikomori Blues
Big titties! Nice! Nice!! ▼ Wow! I'd unilaterally groped Grand Orca's cheeks! So squishy. So puffy. Kihihi. Whew. But why'd she freeze up like that? Aren't fellow magical girls supposed to greet each other and all? Calling me a monster! That's too harsh! I'm hurt! What's wrong with the cognition hazard?
I tilt my head and review the structure of the few always-on deployment spells I'd set up. It's become a "perfectly natural thing to do" for me now, but I have no idea how the cognition hazard looks to others. I'm sure it doesn't affect me and that it works fine, at least. No one to discuss it with anyway, and even if there was, chatting would be tough.
Anyway, my mistake was getting bored with the monster, turning it into mincemeat, then playing cleaning simulator while getting lost in song. How embarrassing that she showed up right when I was belting out a meme tune! Should've just snapped my fingers for purification. I knew she was coming, of course, but she should've just watched from afar and cheered on her junior like I would! In-crowd folks are scary! Well, it was one-sided, but I got to touch the mascot too, so not a total loss. I want a mascot of my own. Anyway, Grand Orca's cheeks felt great. Kihihi. That mascot dude was warm and silky-smooth. Kihihi. Looks like Magical Girl Baek Yeha's in a good mood for once. Yeah, this old man's feeling pretty good too. Meeting a magical girl senior got her happy? Or is it the monster bloodbath? Who knows with this weirdo.
▼ After a shower, I plop down in my computer chair, legs stretched out, spinning around with my mouth open, just breathing. Technically, I could snap my fingers to purify even while drying my hair like after a shower. Purification's cleaner than actual water anyway. But ever since my old man days, coming back from going out feels right only with a nice hot soak to wash away the day. Not like I'm perving or anything. They're soft and jiggly, sure. Anyway, getting a close-up look at another magical girl was pretty fun. I'd love to get friendly, but right now it's just one-sided closeness on my end. How do you even make friends with people? Just happens without reason, I guess. No clue. Anyway, it's been a pretty good day. No need to eat, sleep, or jerk off.
I could eat, sure. That Next corp has this overnight delivery service called Green, so I tried buying stuff similar to my usual dumplings and cola. Edible, yeah. Tastes the same, or so I think. But it doesn't. The mustard in the dipping sauce being super salty had zero effect—felt weird. Like, non-stimulating stimulation? Can't put it into words. Same with the cola. Noticed it with chicken too: might as well be sweet water. The fizzy refreshment? No idea. Something about it makes this old man feel pathetic, so I skip meals. Can you even call yourself human if food's not enjoyable? Right?
And sleep? Closing my eyes for meditation, but I've never actually dozed off. Nah, not "haven't slept well"—impossible to sleep. My senses get sharper instead, picking up every ripple in range, so I have to distract myself. Don't wanna know what other people are doing in my passive detection zone. Oh, tried masturbating, but zero sensation after fumbling around forever. Just kinda dry and meh. Guess magical girls can't know intense female pleasure. Checked out porn too—nope, nothing. Still a virgin, obviously. Anyway, all three human basics are out: eating, sleeping, sex. Throw in shitting? Out too, sadly. Stuff goes in, nothing comes out. Anyway, killing monsters is fun. A magical girl's heart only races slaying monsters. Feels alive only killing monsters. I need monsters. Need monsters...
Ha! "Hoo." I deliberately sigh. Thoughts turning negative. The girl's unfazed, but this old man's a downer type! Need monsters? Then hit the sea! Ocean's crawling with 'em! Freshly reborn New Baek Yeha loves butchering monsters and keeps wanting to head out. Rotten Old Baek Yeha digs just breathing in his room and wants to stay holed up. What hobbies do healthy young ladies have? Gardening or crafting? Nah? What'd I even do besides games back in old man days? I reflect on this pathetic old man's life. Hikikomori existence ain't much. Eat, play, shit, sleep. Food, games, crap, bed. Probably under 300 characters if written out. Cut the memories before going further back. Games are the only thing left I can still do; rest all out. What a barren life.
Guess I'll watch OTube? Looks good. Grinning at videos of monsters getting wrecked to suit this extreme magical girl's tastes. Love this stuff. No mosaics or anything since monsters got no rights. News shows it openly anyway. Baek Yeha beaming at a giant monster's guts spilling out all gooey. Is this what magical girls are? Some kinda monster fetish? Nah? Sorry. Wanna ask Grand Orca, but feels like I'd get done for sexual harassment or insult. Cute cat video with it acting all coy—girl goes blank-faced. Not cute? Old man kinda likes 'em. Dogs or cats. Not hating? Got it. To suit Outdoor Hobby Baek Yeha's mood, maybe a walk? Massive challenge for a lifelong hikikomori old man. Magical Girl Baek Yeha unfazed? Oh, no civilian clothes. Right? Stay indoors. Only outfit's my magical girl getup! Kihihi.
What I'm wearing now. Haven't changed, but purification snap leaves it smelling nice: white tee, gray track pants. Mystery women's boxer briefs. That's my whole wardrobe. Dresser has ladies' panties and tees rearranged, a few sets, but all my old outdoor clothes from other rooms? Wiped out. Wasn't total shut-in—went to convenience store, hospital sometimes. Had clothes then. Not now. Ungh, hospital? With invincible TS body? No need! New Baek Yeha's "let's go out" plan's in ruins! Tough luck! Old Man Baek Yeha wins! What? Buy clothes? Ngh. For poor Magical Girl Baek Yeha, fire up Next's overnight Green service. Base fees way higher than old world. Like damn chicken prices. Guessed after seeing the ocean mess, but no sea shipping means overall prices much higher than old world. Lucky this world's mana stone tech replaces fossil fuels.
Er... e-expensive. Tiny scrap of fabric for 100,000 won! Bra-panty set costs a ultimate edition game! Lowest price? Games feel same price-wise. Games squeeze devs' dreams or something. Or just ESD? China gone? This world's China similar but not same—Zhonghua Federation, 20 provinces. Different system. Old tales say Australia ground zero vaporized Southeast Asia too. Korea got off light: Jeju just a few reefs. Some Zhonghua province ate its continent or whatever. Australia gone. Humans not fighting each other makes it less miserable? Nah, probably some clusterfuck amplified it. Anyway, those scary monsters now just human resources. C'mon, use new materials to cheapen panties at least. Or gross? Cotton 100% best. Feels wrong paying this for undies. Back in old man days, bet bank on altcoins: win big, lived 15 extra years. No meaning, though. Coulda died, but no guts. Or never wanted to? Ah! Depressing thoughts again! Don't even feel down emotionally—that's more pathetic. Don't even get pathetic...
Drop it, infinite loop. Magical girl! Yay! Yay! Love magical girls! Love bras! Yay! Yay! Big titties! Yay! Yay!! What to buy? Old man days, biggest size done. Tits huge, but body's slim-petite. Ruler somewhere in room. Didn't vanish. Room stuff mostly here, slightly changed. Wobbly metal tape to body. Skin so pale, no mark even from metal. Magic-soften tape for accuracy. Magic's OP. Under 62, top 88. Top minus under: 26cm... Searched at computer. 65G? Go big H? Huh? No H. 65G it is. E-expensive. Panties? Measure hip high, not waist? Old man knows weird shit. 91cm. Buy 95? Current one's 90. Comfy, so 90s. Triangles take getting used to. Ngh... Oh, women's boxers standard? Old world had? Same maker? Yep. Not poofed outta nowhere. Or just consistency fix. Makes money/house, can't make cloth? Eh, overthinking hurts head. Doesn't hurt.
Decent hoodie & tracksuit, coat, one casual outfit enough. Mask too. Buy. Buy. Buy. BUY! This buys indies galore! Nah, no games anyway. Library empty now... Old man hesitates with excuses. No plans, but let's go out. Haven't hit convenience store post-TS, canon hikikomori rite! Yay, bolder than conbini... Where? Ponder a day. Clothes not here yet. Naturally float into midair laze-mode.