Magical Girl Ea (4)
An unfamiliar ceiling.
"Ugh..."
I tried propping myself up with my hands, but pain lanced through me first. Giving up on sitting, I scanned my surroundings instead.
Is this the Magical Girl Hospital? Come to think of it, I vaguely remembered seeing this exact illustration back when I was playing the game.
The door slid open with a rattle, and in walked Na-hyun alongside the former magical girl doctor I'd only ever seen in-game sprites.
"Yong-jin!"
Realizing I'd opened my eyes and was looking at her, Na-hyun rushed over and threw her arms around me as I lay there. She buried her face in my shoulder, trembling faintly. My shoulder grew damp little by little.
"Anywhere hurt?"
I raised a hand to gently stroke her hair.
"N-no, thanks to you..."
"Ahem. Well, you're awake at least—thank goodness. There's something you need to know first, patient."
As I petted her soft hair, the doctor spoke up with a grave expression. Na-hyun flinched hard, her trembling intensifying. She must know it's about the erosion from the monster's attack.
"Right now, your body is being eroded by the monster's attack. If time passes, you'll turn into a monster human."
Monsters' attacks could be survived, but higher ones carried a venom that eroded the body. Victims' minds shattered, leaving them as nothing but slaughtering monster humans. I'd just been handed a death sentence.
Na-hyun, clinging to me, shuddered and hugged tighter.
"...I see."
"You're taking it calmer than expected. This is a terminal diagnosis."
Why would I die? The doctor knew it too—the way to halt human erosion.
"I protected someone precious instead. But I never guessed Na-hyun was a magical girl."
I gave a wry smile, one hand still stroking her hair while the other wrapped around her waist, pulling her close.
"Sorry, Na-hyun... I've gone and burdened you."
I pitched my voice low with feigned guilt, speaking slower than my usual confident tone, whispering right into her ear.
"No!! What are you saying, Yong-jin? You're not at fault...!!! If only I'd transformed a little faster..."
She pulled away from my embrace, grabbing my shoulders and yelling. Soon, tears welled in her eyes and spilled over. I gently wiped them away with my hand.
"...It's not without a method."
The doctor, as if she'd been waiting.
"What? Really?!"
Na-hyun whipped her head toward her, startled.
"Sigh... Normally, this method isn't good for magical girls. Still, will you hear it?"
"If it saves Yong-jin...!"
"If this got out to society, it could cause massive backlash."
The former magical girl doctor began explaining. Unlike hunters, who just exterminated monsters and monster humans, magical girls purified them. They killed the same way, but with purification. To halt the monster human erosion in my body, I needed a magical girl's power.
"...So, what do I have to do?"
"...Ea. You permit him your womb and ova."
"...!"
A magical girl's power naturally came from her womb and ova. But it wasn't just the energy—it was the essence itself. Meaning, she had to have sex with me to share it.
"In short: have relations with him and give him your ova. A man's reproductive organ, once eroded, can consume ova."
"And not just once—regularly, once a month."
Right now, my cock wasn't normal. It moved like a tentacle at my will, thanks to the erosion. That was why I'd become this way. It writhed in my pants, desperate to plunge into a womb. Hold on, won't be long.
"...Got it."
The moment the doctor finished, Na-hyun nodded and turned back to me, her face set with resolve.
"This must stay absolutely secret. If it leaks, magical girls will be in dire straits. It's not good for their bodies either."
"Got it."
"Understood."
The door rattled shut behind the departing doctor. If this went public, bereaved families of erosion victims would inevitably rage. Why didn't you save them when you could? But magical girls were women too—human. Sharing their power through sex required their own choice.
"...Yong-jin."
Na-hyun placed both hands on my cheeks, meeting my eyes.
"...Truth is, I was gonna confess to you that day."
"I like you—no, I love you."
"I know we've only known each other a short time... We don't know everything yet..."
"...But you know how much I love you..."
"It was my fault... you got in danger. Because of me... you're gonna die..."
"So I want to save you... I'll stake everything..."
Tears streamed down her cheeks again. But her eyes held not just sorrow—guilt, regret, a storm of emotions.
"You okay with this? It'll strain your body a lot. It'll be tough."
She slowly shook her head at my concerned words.
"It's all my fault... If I'd just transformed faster... spoken up sooner... if I'd just..."
Light faded from her eyes as she blamed herself, darkening.
"Na-hyun, remember what I said before passing out?"
"...Yeah."
"What'd I say?"
"...That you wanted to protect the woman you love."
"Right. Even if I went back in time, I'd do the same. I'd move for you again."
She bowed her head, sobbing harder.
"Na-hyun, I love you. Will you go out with me?"
I cupped her chin, tilting it up to meet my gaze. Guilt had worn her down while I lay unconscious—pale face, tear tracks everywhere. Still cute, still beautiful. I leaned in close.
Mwah. Our lips met softly.
"Yeah...!"
After the light peck, pure happiness lit her face. Sorry, but that won't do. You need to writhe in guilt more, Na-hyun. Hope right up to this point is perfect. Time for the whip.
I deliberately stirred the erosion inside me.
"Gaaahhh!!!!"
Pain from the flare-up made me scream, body convulsing exaggeratedly for the plan. It hurt worse than the tentacle stab—even if it was intentional. Shit, gotta keep this up? Through blurring vision, I saw Na-hyun yelling at me before bolting for the door the doctor had used.
The same old routine every day. Gates appeared, monsters were slain, classes at the Academy, reading favorite books by the fountain.
That day was just another ordinary one.
In my monochrome days, a speck of color appeared.
I wasn't great with words, so people rarely stuck around. My one friend was from magical girl work. Then Yong-jin brought color to my world.
Lonely meals, coffee alone with a book—those times turned happy sharing them with him.
That day was just another ordinary one. Eating with him, coffee, strolling the park.
Talking to others was uncomfortable, but with him, always fun. So I decided: confess.
I'd steeled myself, stood before him to speak—then the disaster alarm blared.
A gate in the Academy.
That day wasn't ordinary.
Gates usually took an hour for monsters to emerge—thirty minutes at least. But anomaly: monster burst out immediately.
Right before us.
Undeniably dangerous. My identity would be exposed.
Rules be damned—he was already precious.
A split-second dilemma, less than a second.
Suddenly, he enveloped me in his arms.
I panicked. The approaching tentacle accelerated—fast as teleportation.
A moment's lapse.
Impact shuddered through his body holding mine. His grip slackened.
I hugged him back.
Other magical girls and hunters slew the monster. As it died, the tentacle in his back vanished, and he collapsed.
His back felt solid yet hollow in my hands.
I couldn't fathom the hole pierced through him.
His warm blood didn't just stain my hands—it drenched them.
His usual warmth, once from his touch, now from his blood.
The arm that stroked my cheek while confessing love fell limp.
Unconscious, he mirrored my parents, who died in my place when I was young.
That day became my worst.