Magical Girl Friss (3)
I laid the unconscious Friss down in the bamboo house and examined her body. It was a pristine, flawless form. Of course, her pussy was a mess of semen and her own juices.
That's when a fun idea struck me. The Energy Conversion that produced black particles. It was an ability to convert emotions into energy, but since I was also a monster human, I could use it a bit differently from Chae-yeon and Chae-rim. They could only convert emotions into energy, but I could wield that energy like it was part of my own body. Just like how the black particles in Friss's body kept triggering Ability Nullification.
The reason this thought crossed my mind was because I'd confirmed that the amount of black particles in her body had increased after our fuck session. My Energy Conversion had evolved with my monster human transformation, letting me use sexual desire and pleasure as fuel. So, what if I engraved black particles into her body like a tattoo? Wouldn't the tattoo grow every time she felt lust or pleasure? A tattoo that expands with every step toward corruption... Fuck, that's hot. Let's do it right now.
I gathered the tiny, invisible black particles I'd attached to her and formed them into a circle on her abdomen, right over her uterus. Then I envisioned a natural-looking uterus tattoo in my mind and carved it into the particles. Now, just as I imagined, the tattoo would grow whenever she felt sexual desire or pleasure. I couldn't wait to see how big this black circle would get by the time it burst out of there.
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The sun was starting to set. Friss was still out cold, sleeping deeply. I headed back into the forest to hunt more deer meat since what we had was running low. Thanks to Woo-rim's ability, the hunt was still a breeze, and I returned home quickly.
When I got back to the bamboo house, Friss was already awake and drinking the water I'd stored. "You crazy bastard...!" She spat curses the moment she saw me.
"Feeling better?"
"Like hell I am...!"
"Did it hurt a lot?"
"Tch... Not one bit!"
Friss, still refusing to bend her pride. My cock twitched again. But it was too soon for back-to-back rounds, so I barely held back the urge and started prepping the meat I'd brought.
"P-Pig? Pig meat?"
"Nah, pork today."
Gulp. "Y-You're not saying we do it again, right?"
"Why? Scared?"
"W-What? Not scared at all!"
"Yeah? Wanna go again then?"
"Eek...!"
"Kidding. Let's just eat dinner."
Friss let out a sigh of relief, then suddenly yelled at me. "Hey! What the hell is this?!" She pointed at her abdomen, right over her uterus. The black circle tattoo I'd made had already morphed a bit. It was a perfect circle before, but now something was sticking out to the side. Already changing after just a short time? Hornier than I thought.
"My gift to you."
"Erase it. Now."
"I worked hard on that. It's super special."
"Spe... cial?"
"It grows on sexual desire and pleasure. Basically, it gets bigger whenever you think about sex or feel good."
"Hah, ridiculous. No way it'll change."
Friss flipped me the bird and headed to the stream for a shower. It already had changed, though.
I finished prepping the pork and was about to start the fire when Friss returned from her shower. "Friss."
"What."
"You light the fire."
"Huh? Why me?"
"You need to be able to do it without me. Who knows what might happen."
"...Fine."
Friss hesitated for a moment, then came over. I handed her the fire-starting tools. Maybe because we'd spent about two weeks together, she'd seen me do it enough times and tried imitating me.
"Like this, then hook it here."
Listening intently, Friss soon had the fire going. "Whoa! I did it!"
I clapped and congratulated her as she thrust her arms up in triumph. "Ahem..." She immediately switched back to a serious face. Too late.
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"Friss."
"..."
"Friss?"
"...."
She deliberately ignored me. "That shocking, huh?"
"....."
Today, as usual, we fucked. Her face twisted in pain from my increasingly sadistic thrusts, but her body just kept cumming nonstop. We even went to the stream together afterward to shower—our rapport had grown that much.
While washing in the stream, Friss suddenly screamed. I rushed over thinking something was wrong, but she was just staring at her stomach. Up close, the black tattoo had changed from a circle to something like a sphere with wings.
"Oh, guess today's fuck felt really good?"
She turned and left without a word. And now she was ignoring me completely.
"Not eating?"
"I'd appreciate it if you'd shut up."
She muttered without looking at me, then went back to ignoring me. I grabbed her ass—still facing away—and kneaded it hard.
"Haht...!"
She reacted instantly. Her ass was now so sensitive that just touching it got her going. "If I could use my transformation and powers... you'd be dead."
She bared her fangs with a growl. I stroked her slick pussy once. Slide. "Hiyak!?" Already soaked with juices. We'd just fucked, and she was drooling like this? What a pathetic cunt.
Squelch, squelch. Her legs weakened from the nonstop pleasure, leaning into me as she drowned in it. She clamped her thighs to trap my hand, but she couldn't stop. Soon, she squirted all over the ground.
"Haht... Hau..."
I could feel her body heating up. Getting hotter by the second. Smack! "Hauuuht!!"
She let out a sultry moan from the ass slap. Now she felt spanks as pleasure. Paang! "Hiiiiiit!?" Psheeeeeew!
Two spanks and she came again, legs giving out. I caught her waist and pulled her against me. I draped her arms around my neck and lifted her legs—the classic standing carry fuck position.
"Hau... Hau..."
I pressed my cock against her dripping pussy. "W-Wait a sec."
She spoke urgently as she felt my cock at her entrance. Plunge! Her slightly swollen pussy from our rough earlier fuck warmly enveloped me.
"Haht... Hnng!"
Unlike before, I moved slowly and gently so she could savor it. Squelch... "Hanng..."
As I gently stimulated her warm insides with slow sex, Friss lifted her head and looked at me. Like she wanted something. Did she need choking now to get satisfied?
I stopped the carry position and laid her on the ground. She tilted her head back, exposing her neck vulnerably. It screamed choke me, but I didn't. Not until she asked outright.
We finished softly. She came, but her lust probably wasn't sated. With her pride, she wouldn't beg first.
After that, Friss and I didn't fuck. We made tools, reinforced the house, prepared food—passed the time like that. The tattoo grew faster as days passed. Black particles fed on pent-up lust. It had spread from her uterus tattoo across her entire stomach, seamlessly blending in a way that looked insanely hot.
Friss was starting to crack. Her pussy leaked endlessly; every spot she sat was wet. She tried masturbating in secret, but it wasn't enough—the tattoo kept growing.
One day, it was Friss's turn for meal prep, but she botched the meat and veggies so badly she lost her appetite. Everyone slips up once, I thought. But then tools would be broken when I returned from hunting, or the fire wouldn't last, or... was she going insane from wanting sex?
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"So annoying. So annoying."
Showering in the stream, Friss rubbed at the tattoo, hoping it'd fade. "Agh!"
She kept pretending and holding back, but her body was too aroused to ignore. Her pussy begged for pleasure, leaking nonstop. "Damn it, damn it. All because of this tattoo."
The stream felt especially cold today. Probably because her body was burning from unsatisfied lust. Squelch. "Hn!?"
Her hand had unconsciously stimulated her pussy. She yanked it away in panic. "I've finally lost it."
Truth was, our recent sessions weren't bad. No, they were good. It started as rape, but after a few times, I realized it: I was a masochist, just like I'd only heard about.
When his thick hand gripped and squeezed my throat, or pinched my nipples hard, or when it hurt so much but pleasure bloomed inside... I knew.
I denied it at first. But last time, I admitted it. I craved forceful sex.
That last one was gentle, caring—he took care of me, made sure it didn't hurt. But when it ended, I thought: Not enough. That's when I knew. I was a masochist.
Since then, no more sex. We'd make survival tools, repair the house, prep meals when he hunted—ordinary survival.
A month trapped in this gate. Finally, I accepted it. No rescue. Might have to live here forever with that bastard.
The tattoo on my stomach had grown huge. Proof of my pent-up lust. It expanded with desire or pleasure, shrank slowly after. Steady sex would keep it small, but without it, it ballooned. The more I held back, the faster it grew.
I can't take it anymore.
But I'd never beg him. He had to come to me first. No matter what.