Mother-Daughter Magical Girls (1)
The angel leaders' endless pregnancies and births proceeded smoothly. Everyone except Michaela had felt intense repulsion at first, but now they derived pleasure from the act of impregnation and childbirth itself. Michaela had even begun clinging to me, nestling into my embrace as she indulged.
Perhaps because they were getting pregnant and giving birth so frequently, their breasts had grown even larger, and their softened bodies felt so good I wanted to fondle them all day long.
The angels born from the angel leaders grew at an astonishing rate. In just one day, they looked like teenagers. That seemed to be the limit of what my energy could achieve; their rapid growth halted after that.
After some time passed and they had birthed all the angels within them—less than a week, in fact—I found myself in the amusing situation of having gained several hundred daughters.
Even after expelling every last angel, the angel leaders couldn't forget the ecstasy and kept begging me to impregnate them again. So, to increase my stock of black particles, I obliged.
Michaela, curiously enough, had clearly intended to conceive black particles, yet she ended up pregnant with an angel. The other angel leaders had definitively taken in black particles, but a halo was prominently floating over Michaela's belly.
Of the newborn angels, all but one or two swore loyalty to me. The reason was simple: they knew Einsl had killed them before.
The one or two exceptions had simply retired from being magical girls to spend time with their families.
All the male hunters were dead, and the female hunters were all diligently working away inside the cocoons in the park. Ninety-nine percent of the angels had fallen into my hands. I had completely devoured Russia.
All that remained was Einsl. In truth, it was a simple matter. There were no angels left to protect her, and she had scattered most of her power among the angel leaders anyway.
Perhaps anticipating betrayal, she had secluded herself in a space where the angels couldn't attack her. But that issue had been resolved as well.
The angels' bodies and souls, reformed from my black particles and semen after their physical collapse, were unbound by those restrictions and taboos.
In the end...
"What did I do wrong?! How hard did I work for this country?! Why is this my fault?! Why is it my fault that you were weak?!"
Einsl, surrounded by hundreds of angels, her legs trembling violently before she collapsed to the floor, wailing her lamentations. She screamed through her tears, and I almost felt sorry for her watching it unfold.
But the angels staring down at Einsl reacted with icy detachment. They slowly closed in on her.
"Please... I'm sorry! I was wrong! Okay? Forgive me just this once. Do you need power? I'll reclaim it from them and pour it all into you! Okay? So don't come closer! Stay back! I don't want this! I said nooo!"
Einsl frantically clasped her hands together, begging the angels. In truth, there was nothing special about a manager. She was just a being akin to a human with exceptionally potent abilities. All she knew were the rules of this world.
And now, having delegated most of her power to the angel leaders, she was no different from an ordinary human.
As she pleaded with the angels, her eyes met mine. She crawled toward me across the ground. Realizing she was heading my way, the angels parted to clear a path between us.
She scraped the floor clean as she crawled, then clutched desperately at my feet.
"Overmind! Please, from now on, I'll maintain the balance perfectly! Okay!? Speak well of me to your manager! I'll give you all of Russia! Look at these angels—you can see they're gorgeous, right? You like women! And I'm pretty cute too, aren't I? I'm still a virgin—how about it? Opportunities to fuck a manager don't come often, you know? There aren't any managers who come down to the real world like me. So, please, spare me? Send these angels away! They're scary!"
Damn, shut up. Was she always this talkative as a manager? With all that verbiage in one breath, she could probably be a rapper.
She certainly had the striking beauty befitting a manager. And a virgin, no less. It was appealing, sure, but what Einsl had done crossed the line far too gravely.
Even if I spared her, Gabriella would make damn sure to kill her thoroughly. So, for Gabriella's sake, she needed to die cleanly here.
I shook off Einsl's grip on my foot and waved dismissively as I informed her.
"Sorry. I've got a lot on my plate. Thanks for your service up till now."
"Overmind! Don't go! Please don't abandon me! Wh-what? Don't come closer! Stay back! I don't want to die! I don't want it to end like thiiiis!"
The moment I exited Einsl's space, the angels swarmed her, and her screams echoed deafeningly. She was probably being tortured to death agonizingly by them.
Returning to the garden, Michaela was waiting for me. Her pure white hair, her truthful golden eyes. The pristine white dress seemed to embody her symbolism. And atop her head floated the angels' hallmark: a halo.
Michaela possessed a halo larger and more powerful than any other angel's.
Most importantly, her abdomen. Bulging from pregnancy, a blue-glowing halo hovered there—the clear proof she carried an angel child.
"You've returned?"
"Yeah. Handled it cleanly."
She stroked her belly as she greeted me. Among the angel leaders, she alone retained her sanity and sense of self while reveling in the pleasure.
And she'd even transcended the black particles to conceive an angel. She was remarkable in every way.
For some unknown reason, her belly had rapidly reached full term but then plateaued. I had no idea what the issue was; the circumstances were too unique to diagnose. All I could do was pray she gave birth safely.
Ever since Michaela had fully fallen and devoted herself to me, all my women had taken to rubbing her belly and then their own. They all seemed to crave pregnancy.
Hae-bin was the worst of them. Maybe because of her age, she seemed frantic. I needed to pin her down and have a proper talk.
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After resolving all of Gabriella's requests and returning to Korea, something intriguing happened. The underworld had taken a massive hit. Most of the monster humans had been exterminated as well.
It seemed the first-generation magical girls, who had retired upon growing older, had come back and were working tirelessly to make Korea a safe nation.
They were all at marriageable age now—why push themselves so hard? The casino I'd carefully built in the underworld was in ruins, and even Brother Sang-min had taken a substantial blow, judging by his subdued state.
They apparently planned to uproot it entirely; they'd stripped it completely bare.
The first-generation magical girls had originally retired on the condition of not using their powers. But my existence—Overmind, the first S-rank threat among monster humans—and the frequent gates had drawn them back, reclaiming their strength.
To them, the current state looked dangerous, even if the balance had been perfectly maintained until now. But with the first-gen magical girls reemerging after abandoning their contracts, it had crumbled rapidly again.
If the balance was disrupted, I'd simply restore it.
The first-gen magical girls were undeniably powerful. United, they'd be tough to handle. But who said they'd fight together?
I could pick them off one by one, slowly. As I observed to decide who to corrupt first, I found something interesting in the data Woo-rim had slipped me earlier.
Lee Eunju, the magical girl. Forty years old, yet she didn't look a day over thirty—no, passing her on the street, she'd pass for late twenties. A true baby face, befitting a first-gen magical girl. A quick scan showed they all were.
And Lee Eunju had a daughter. A magical girl daughter, at that. Mother and daughter, both magical girls.
As if to refute anyone claiming otherwise, both had enviably voluptuous figures. Lee Eunju's body showed no trace of ever having borne a child.
Well, except maybe those massive breasts? Having seen Michaela's, I'd bet my life those were breasts that had nursed with milk.
I ordered Woo-rim to tail Lee Eunju the magical girl. She kissed me naturally on the lips before vanishing, and soon returned with a report.
"Oh... this is a milf? A married woman?"
Various photos scattered across my desk.
The first: ordinary black hair, prim milf attire, and a charismatic expression. She gave off the vibe of a company president.
As I pondered how to break such a strong-willed married woman, I realized I'd overlooked something. Her daughter.
Lee Yejeong, the magical girl born to Lee Eunju. Not yet as accomplished as her mother, but a hardworking one. Having inherited her magic from her mother Lee Eunju, Yejeong's skills were exceptional.
She was just a bit—no, quite—timid, missing out on high-profile incidents.
To target this married woman, I'd need to lure her daughter Lee Yejeong first.
Mother-daughter magical girls... wait just a little longer. I'll devour you deliciously.