Magical Girl's Shameful Test and Hypnotic Violation

To wipe away the shameful traces soaking between my thighs, I bolted to the bathroom like I was fleeing for my life. My face burned hot at the sight of my love ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠juices, already dried into yellowish flakes crumbling off, overlaid with sticky mucus trailing long down my thighs in raw obscenity.

"Haa... what the fuck is this mess first thing in the morning..."

Only after a thorough shower washed away the cold sweat from all night and every lingering residue on my body did my rationality start creeping back bit by bit.

I roughly toweled off, returned to the room, gathered up my underwear and pajamas in a heap with the sticky-stained blanket, and shoved it all into the washing machine.

As the machine hummed and whirred to life, filling the room, it felt like the sweet, cloying remnants of last night and yesterday's insane antics were ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠finally washing away.

"Phew... I've got a little time before heading to the Awakener Center, so might as well clean the place up nice and proper."

Only now did the state of my cramped one-room apartment come into focus—trashed from the whirlwind of unreal bullshit since yesterday.

As I tackled the everyday chores I'd ignored while adapting to this unfamiliar, hypersensitive woman's body, I sorted through the chaos in my head.

Opening the windows wide to air out the stale room air, then mopping the floors until they gleamed—it left a refreshing lightness in my chest. Finally, after hanging the fresh laundry from the dryer and finishing the cleanup, I caught my breath and grabbed my phone, which had been blaring from the desk.

The screen lit up with a flood of messages in the messenger app from that otaku I'd met yesterday.

Skimming the messages, my brows furrowed on their own.

I'd only given him my number for the cash and mana, but this otaku clinging and pestering me was so annoying.

-I'll text when I have time later.

I muted his chat without hesitation and stuffed the phone in my pocket. Freshly groomed, I stepped out of my one-room apartment with light steps.

The white sweater clung to reveal every curve of my figure, paired with barely-there black stockings that vanished into "no pants" territory, radiating the slutty allure of my slender body without restraint.

Men lost their minds, stealing glances at my slim waist and sleek black-stockinged legs, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠gulping hard.

Savoring their hungry stares, I arrived at the Awakener Center before I knew it.

Pushing open the massive glass doors and striding in confidently, the female staffer who'd told me to come back yesterday spotted me instantly, rose from her seat, and approached.

She gave a light greeting and led me to a quiet office deeper inside.

A bespectacled woman with an intellectual air sat at the desk.

"Hello? You're Lee Haneul, right? Nice to meet you. I'm Kim Yeji."

"I'm an Awakener who can discern if someone's words are true or false. Would it be okay to verify that you really are the same person as in this info?"

"Sure, please do."

Kim Yeji scanned the details I'd submitted for Hunter registration yesterday, furrowing her brow slightly before questioning me.

"This info here—is this really accurate?"

I nodded firmly. "Yes. That's really me."

Hearing my answer, Kim Yeji pushed up her glasses, incredulous, and probed relentlessly. "You were originally a man, but turned into a woman overnight? This is for real?"

"Yes. Totally real."

"Hmm... And your ability is... transforming into a Magical Girl?"

"Yes. That's real too. But I haven't transformed yet, so I don't know the details."

Whether her truth-detection was active was hard to tell from her expression, but Kim Yeji alternated between the papers and my face, swallowing hard.

"Hmm... This is real? In all my time at the Center, this is the first case like this I've seen."

Confirming everything was true, Kim Yeji stood, gathering the papers. "Alright, all verified as fact. Let's head to the test room to measure your abilities."

Following her to the spacious test room behind the office, a mannequin shaped like a person, made from Variant hide, stood in the center.

"We determine your Variant-slaying grade by how much damage you can inflict on this D-grade Variant-hide sandbag. Ready when you are."

Fascinated, I circled the sandbag, replying energetically. "Ooh... Then I'll transform!"

A shimmering summoning circle etched itself at my feet, glowing brilliantly.

The dazzling circle completed beneath me, sweeping from toes to head in a rush of light.

When the glow faded, I checked the outfit now draped over my body—and my mind went blank.

A pink micro-skirt with shockingly exposed skin—a scandalously skimpy getup.

Blushing furiously from the surging shame, I hurriedly covered myself with both arms. "Oh my..."

Watching my outrageous transformation, Kim Yeji's eyes widened in undisguised shock.

Transformed into a Magical Girl, details flooded my mind: duration and attacks.

'Wha... what the fuck!? Breast milk as my attack? And what's this H Gauge shit?'

"Fuck? Uh, Kim Yeji-ssi? Sounds insane, but... I think I need to masturbate to use the skill... Is that okay?"

Her ability confirmed my words were true, and Kim Yeji jolted in shock. "Y-Yes...? Uh... sure..."

Face burning like it might explode, I hesitated toward the sandbag. "Haa... jerking off in front of a stranger..."

Slipping my hand into my panties... squelch♡

"Hngh... What kinda Magical Girl is this... haaht!♡ Th-thank god I jerked off yesterday... ooh♡"

"Hnnnght!♡ D-Done... haa♡"

Shaking off my slick fingers, I exposed my perky breasts to squeeze out the milk.

Eyes squeezed shut, face flushed with humiliation, I fumbled and shouted the skill name.

"Me-Melting Milk!!"

Aiming at the D-grade Variant-hide sandbag, I gripped my breasts.

Zap♡ In that instant—

A needle-prick ping♡ stabbed through my milk ducts.

Heavy heat surged around my nipples, swelling with unbearable pressure.

Soon, white milk spurted from my tiny nipples, drenching the sandbag's rough surface.

The warm liquid gushing through my ducts delivered an intense, alien pleasure that obliterated my sanity.

"Aahn! Hn, aaah!"

Overwhelmed by otherworldly ecstasy for the first time, I climaxed helplessly, back arching like a bow as I collapsed to the floor.

Panting raggedly, I looked up—the sandbag where my milk hit was melting with a hiss.

Sizzle!

The tough D-grade hide dissolved where touched, dripping sticky goo to the floor.

"Oh my god..."

Kim Yeji, witnessing it all, gaped in disbelief, eyes darting between me and the melting sandbag.

"C-Could you do more? Want to try C-grade?"

Masturbating and milking again mentally drained me. "C-Can we stop here for today?"

Flash-

The shimmering light shattered, dissolving my Magical Girl Transformation. I reverted to my white sweater and black stockings.

While she inwardly reeled, I steadied my wobbling post-transformation body and stepped back.

Snapping out of her daze with a cough, Kim Yeji regained composure and announced the results.

"Ahem... We'll issue you a license for D-grade Variant slaying. And we'll update your resident ID to female perfectly—photo time? We'll handle everything."

Calmer now, I got my photos taken as she briefly explained basic rewards and payouts for Variant slaying.

"Details in your email—please read it!"

"Yes, got it. I'll check for sure."

Finishing registration with Kim Yeji, I stepped outside.

Now licensed, deep thoughts hit about my future activities. "I did register... but for Variant hunts, do I transform, jerk off at home first, then go?"

Mulling Awakener life, someone suddenly blocked my path.

Stopping, I looked up—the guy had brightly dyed gold hair, classic Thug type.

He leered up and down my body with sticky eyes, smirking cockily in rough slang. "Hey, cutie. You're just my type—gimme your number. Oppa'll show you fun."

Creeped out, I scowled, ready to shut him down—then met his snakelike gaze.

My head spun dizzy, a translucent system alert popping up.

My focus blurred hazily; ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠against my will, I naturally followed the Thug's lead.

"Fuck yeah, snagged a tiny-titted hottie who gets me hard. Heh."

The Thug dragged me to a dingy, cheap-smelling nearby motel, tossed cash at the counter for a day room.

Inside, like a machine following commands, I marched straight to the creaky bed—

And started stripping on my own.

"Holy fuck, why's your pussy so soaked? You look innocent but you're a total slut, huh?"

Seeing me exposed top and bottom, defenseless, the Thug grinned satisfied, laying me on the bed.

As my body sank into the soft mattress, he shoved his head between my legs like a beast, inhaling my pussy's scent greedily.

"Damn, look at this flood, fuck."

His crude words out, his rough fingers hit my slit, squelching as he spread my drenched red folds wide.

Shoving fingers deep inside, he finger-fucked me rough and fast.

Squelch, squelch, squelch-!

"Ngh... ungh..."

Each thrust filled the room with wet friction; unable to endure, my body gushed juices, soaking the sheets.

"Now I'll turn that boyfriend-starved pussy into a cock sleeve."

"Hoo, fuck. You're delicious—you're done for."

Slap! Squelch-! Slap! Squelch-!

Flesh smacking and wet sounds echoed. Each deep stab of his cock made hypnotized me shudder "Uh..." and climax helplessly.

Though hypnotized, my body arched and convulsed in pleasure.

The Thug grinned viciously at my thrashing, pounding me harder and fiercer, pleased.

My resisting body just rocked to his bestial thrusts.