Magical Girl Mana
Psshhh─
The pink mist raining down into my hair makes me feel all soft and fuzzy. Breathe it in, and it feels so good. So good I could breathe it in all day long.
There seem to be several kinds of tentacles. There are the ordinary ones that gently wrap around my arms and legs and give them a massage. The eye tentacles, which somehow put me at ease just from looking at them…. And the emission-type tentacles, which give me this wonderful, wonderful air….♡
I met gazes with one of the eye tentacles.
My consciousness is getting sucked in.
My brain is, bleaching white…. Ehehe….
Tentacles are, somehow, kind of cute….♡
Then, all at once, my heart gave a heavy thud. This wasn't something I was supposed to be fighting, I was sure of it─
Psshhh─
…Ah. This feels nice.
One of the tentacles came drifting down and touched my lips.
"Hueh…?"
A command ringing through my skull. One that absolutely must be obeyed…. I opened my mouth, hot and damp with my own saliva. The tentacle slid inside. I'd been a little worried, but it filled my mouth perfectly, snug and full, so it was okay.
I licked all over the tentacle in my mouth with my tongue. It was soft, and moist, and it tasted of something sweet. A lot like honey. The more I licked, the sweeter it got, until I couldn't stop myself.
Then the tentacle started to move in my mouth. Back and forth. Back and forth…. Just like that thing I'd seen in porn, you know — like a blowjob.
Every time that cute little thing shuttled in and out of my mouth, honey dripped free, and my tongue had no choice but to chase after it without rest.
And somehow I was getting worked up too, so I closed my eyes, wanting to feel even more.
The tentacle, mid-stroke, stopped as though drawing a deep breath — then at last, slowly, ever so slowly, it slid deeper. It clamped down snug around the back of my throat, half-blocking my airway, but that only felt good, and my body shuddered all over.
Then the tentacle began to heave and buck. And I felt something hot, something warm, something with a thick, sweet scent come pouring down my throat. Did the tentacle just… finish? Like a man does…?
The sticky stuff slid slowly downward, almost as if teaching my throat the shape of its own insides. The tentacle seated all the way in my throat seemed to want to reassure me, swelling up a little and shrinking back, over and over, gently squeezing my neck.
With slick, squelching sounds, two more tentacles descended. Ordinary ones again — and they seemed to want to touch my chest, so I released the transformation over my chest for them.
The tentacles smeared something like honey all over my breasts, rubbing their bodies against me, then began a soft, gentle massage.
Even though my breasts aren't big, they cradled them so preciously and kneaded them — somehow, that made me happy.
It was only supposed to be a massage, but every time a tip grazed my nipple, I couldn't help breathing out a hot little "Hoo…."
My nipples are just that sensitive…. The slightest brush and I'm already wet down there.
The tentacles are clearly only trying to massage me, but I'm the one who keeps feeling it all, and it's getting downright embarrassing.
"Mm. Nn…."
With the tentacle working my throat I can't speak properly, but I still wriggled my body. Whether it was the honey, or whatever went down past my throat, I was more aroused than usual — my nipples had gone stiff and peaked.
Now I suppose it's time for the nipple massage. The tentacle coiled around my breast, and with its tip, at my nipple─
"Hiiunn…!?"
It feels good.
It feels, sooo good…♡
Tap, tap, rub-rub, feather-light circles round and round…♡ Every single thing I love. It felt amazing even when I did it with my own fingers, but with tentacles doing it, shivers race up and down my spine.
My eyes keep trying to roll back, and my lower belly gives a twitch. This is, definitely, just an ordinary massage, thoughhh….♡
I have to hold on. I can't be a disgrace. Water's trying to well up from inside. I'm about to feel the very best I've ever felt.
A limpness like my whole body sinking deep, deep underwater spreads out from my womb.
Then — a tap.
Another tentacle touched my lower belly. Knowing exactly where I like it, it pressed down. Firm. Firmer. Harder.
A press every time my nipple gave a bounce.
A press, press every time it was circled round…♡
My womb is, trembling. It's a sensation unlike anything my fingers give me. A trembling born from depths my fingers could never, ever reach….
The eye tentacle watching me speaks to me.
Yes….
Yes…♡
Pssshhh, sweet fragrance…. Firm, firm, circling, round and round. Tap, tap, press, pssh, press, press, tap♡ circling…! Press…♡ heart-thumping, tap, press, pssh, press, press, tap-tap, push, push, push, press─
"Haa… nn."
My womb is trembling…. I want to put my fingers in. I want the deepest climax of all.
Should I… ask the tentacle to put something in? No. That's my precious place…. I can't hand it over to just anybody.
Fortunately, the tentacles seem to understand, because they only press, press, press… press…♡ sending me just that ambiguous feeling, right on the edge but never over.
I'm starting to want to beg them, please stop teasing me.
Por… chio?
That's right. I mustn't resist.
Is porchio a pleasant thing? Pleasant things mustn't be resisted… right?
In that instant, a violet-black glow pulsed from the tentacle pressing against my belly. And across my lower stomach, a womb tattoo that I had no memory of ever receiving burned crimson.
"Hoe? Uhp…♡ Huup…!"
My inner walls clenched tight around phantom fingers.
A womb descending, eager to receive something…. I can feel the mouth of my cervix gaping and panting with want. Nothing is even inside me, and yet this wonderful pressure is being delivered straight to my womb.
An unknown trembling, from the deepest place of all.
The waves crashing over me feel like a natural disaster — almost enough to frighten me.
Pleasant gas. Trembling womb. Pleasure sweeping over me.
Pleasure, pleasure, pleasure….
And that is how, without ever touching myself, with a tentacle still in my mouth, I came.
Disgracefully. Spraying.
"Heup, hup…. Pwah…♡ Hoe…, huek…."
My mind went completely white.
I don't… want to resist….♡
A tentacle, sliding in toward my ear.
Everything just felt so good. I didn't want to do anything at all anymore.
Squelch, squelch — I could hear liquid moving inside my ear, and within it a pleasant, resonant hum. And then, at last, it began sifting through my brain.
"So."
Dexter spoke to me while the fascinating experiment was still underway.
"Will you accept my gratitude?"
"What gratitude, exactly?"
"The experiment, of course. To probe and handle the human mind itself — how could anything be more thrilling…!"
"I don't think it warrants quite that much thanks. I proposed it to you for my own sake, after all."
"You truly understand nothing, do you! How can you be so cynical after setting a researcher's heart racing?"
"Then, will you grant my request?"
"…I don't recall what that request was."
"Shall I repeat it?"
Hah. Dexter sighed. I have no idea how a sigh can come out of that tentacle-headed thing, but what can you do when it sounds like one anyway.
"Why on earth do you wish to grow stronger? I cannot grasp the justification."
"You never know — the day might come when I have to go down there myself and face those superhumans."
"…You genuinely entertain such a possibility?"
He looked like he didn't believe a word.
"…I do. When this job is finished, I want to unravel those superhumans' hearts and replace whatever they hold most dear with myself. Their lovers, their sense of justice, every last thing — I want it all pointed at me."
Dexter's head writhed, slow and deliberate. Meaningful. A movement that seemed to be searching for the truth behind my words.
I swear I wasn't lying. That really is where my drive comes from. What I do with them after I make them mine is the part that matters.
"I will trust that you have no designs against Lady Masty."
"Pardon?"
"Do not pretend you didn't hear. Before you, a fair number joined Benelov claiming they would topple Masty herself."
"Those ones must have been another species entirely. Fragile creatures like me have our brains go strange just from coming here."
"…True enough."
"And they were far stronger than I, no doubt?"
"Considerably."
"Then how could a human like me possibly stand against Lady Masty? My ultimate goal is to bend those who reign at the apex of each dimension down beneath my heel."
The tentacle head swayed slowly back and forth. It still seemed unconvinced. But before long, Dexter made a show of scratching its head.
"Hoo…. Very well. We shall consider it together."
"Thank you!"
"But if you truly wish to grow strong in full, you will need to persuade Sinistra as well."
"The elf?"
"Yes. As researchers, each of us oversees a different field. To accomplish everything you envision, you will require the aid of us both."
"Thank you for the advice."
"Now then — have a look at the worlds. I shall spend a while peering into this girl's mind."
Dexter handed me a tablet. When I touched the glowing button, a crisp hologram bloomed into the air, showing the worlds Benelov was currently preparing to invade.
A world with magical girls. Worlds with hunters and other superpowered humans. A fantasy world with hero parties…. The list could grow or shrink, but the important thing was that every single one was a world inhabited by humans.
Benelov's combatants were out working diligently, but they were puppet soldiers who did nothing but obey orders. For invading human worlds, they seemed woefully insufficient.
"Hm…."
There were a few notations on the display.
In the magical girl world, invasion was proving difficult because the magical girls themselves were power incarnate. In the hero world, a saintess who could see the future was slowing the advance to a crawl.
Fair enough. Magical girls ran on emotion as their engine — hand them outright magic like Power and they were nothing short of invincible.
…Hold on, what. It says some magical girls can tell truth from falsehood? How is that not cheating?
The fantasy side looked brutal too. If there's a saintess, there are gods, and heroes who keep drawing power down from their gods are perpetual-motion machines that simply refuse to die.
As I kept scrolling, wondering what on earth to do about any of it, one entry caught my eye.
Twin magical girls.
"An ability to share emotions and sensations…."
….
I'll have to conquer her.
To fully take both worlds, those twins would be essential. Look at how Angelica played out — it went smoothly precisely because Deviluke was captured first.
To pierce the Power of the Heart, you have to give those who've never known pleasure their very first experience of it.
"…Either way, I'll keep pressing the magical girl front. Mana will make fine bait."
To bring down those twins, the first step up the staircase would be everything, it seemed.
I was already looking forward to the twins nuzzling their faces against my crotch.
"So this is the structure of the human mind. How terribly fragile it is. So delicate, so ornate — one almost fears it would shatter at a touch…."
"Dexter."
"Speak."
"The foundation — or what do you call it? The stratum of knowledge that constitutes common sense."
"Quite so. Wondrously enough, the human mind begins its growth from precisely that foundational layer."
"Please touch that foundation. Just the tiniest little bit."
For a moment, Dexter's tentacle head went still. Then it writhed in an odd, looping circle, and shot rigid like an exclamation point.
"…Oho, so there is such a method. Not controlling from the outside in, but branching from the inside out. A novel approach indeed. You are beginning to grow on me."
"I'm not into men, I'm afraid."
"What does sex matter to a creature of tentacles! Hahahaha! Now — speak. What is it you want done?"
Now. It was time for the alteration of common sense.
I opened my mouth.