□▩ Girl Mana
Have you ever dreamed of having your whole body massaged in a pleasant, slippery fluid? Squirming, kneaded, and squeezed until you go "Nnnhaaah…" Ehehe, honestly, I don't know how I'd even describe it. But I can't deny that I had a very, very pleasant dream. Because—
when I woke up this morning, my bottom half was soaking wet.
Hah…
I want to die.
You agree with me too, don't you, Lord Tentacle?
As if answering my words, Lord Tentacle wriggled for me.
"You're late again today?"
"Hehe…"
It's not like I can say I was late because I was washing my bed sheets and underwear in the machine. Huh, wait. I feel like I've seen this exact scene before. Yesterday, maybe.
"Your face…"
My friend Chaerin looked at me, sighed, and said,
"That's it. You're staying home and resting today, and that's final."
"Why…?"
"You look really terrible. Look, your face is burning up like this. Your forehead's hot too. Did you catch a cold?"
"No. I'm totally fine…"
The moment Chaerin's hand touched my forehead, my heart went thump, my lower belly went thump, and my whole body flinched.
A memory I didn't know I had raced up from my lower belly along my spine and slammed into my brain…♡
"Nnh…"
I want it. I want it inside me, even right now.
"Your eyes are glazed over."
"…Mnnh?"
"Mana. Aren't you pushing yourself way too hard? You said you're doing magical girl work too."
"I'm not…"
"…Okay, that's it. Let's both skip class today. I can't watch you like this with my own two eyes."
Chaerin grabbed my wrist.
In that instant, I felt something run up my spine.
Like a spinal reflex, a pleasant sensation zipped crack—right in—and before I knew it, I was remembering something. The memory of tentacles wriggling, touching me here and there all over my body.
I could feel the pleasure that had been drowned in the deep abyss slowly growing again. I can't let myself feel this in a lecture hall. Everyone would see me.
Before I knew what I was doing, I slapped Chaerin's hand away.
"Haa, hah…! Hah…!"
"Mana…"
Only then did I realize, too late, what I had just done.
Thank goodness we sit in the back row, or the other students and the professor would have seen. And yet what made my heart prickle and sting was the expression on Chaerin's face.
The expression of someone looking at me like I'd become a complete stranger.
That, mixed together with the pleasure still lingering in my body, turned into something I couldn't tell apart anymore.
I want to cum while looking at that expression of hers a little longer.
"Mana."
"…Chaerin, ah."
I want it.
I want it, I want it so badly, I want it this very second—and so I carefully stood up.
"I'm, I'm gonna go to the bathroom…!"
Turning my back on Chaerin as she watched me, I hurried into the bathroom.
I slammed the bathroom door shut and pressed the button. You know, the button that exists so you don't have to feel embarrassed when you flush. A soothing little classical melody played from the machine.
And then I closed the toilet lid, climbed up on top of it, and swept my outer clothes up and away.
"Haah…"
A moan slipped out before I could stop it.
Come to think of it, I'm not, wearing, a bra. My shirt brushed over my nipples with every little movement, and pleasure came prickling up from the base of my spine.
Right. That's why I've felt good all day today—my end kept getting brushed. That's why my face is so red…♡
Why didn't I wear a bra? I don't know. I don't know why I've gotten this sensitive, I don't know if I'm even allowed to feel this good. But…
I want it.
With my clothes still lifted, I reached down and touched my nipple—
"…!?"
It felt so good that a moan just leaked right out of me…
Something's wrong with me. With every little tck, tck touch, memories of how good it felt come flooding back one after another.
Every single touch brings back the memory of a cute little tentacle brushing past.
Every circle brings back the memory of tentacles dripping honey over me, spinning my nipples round and round.
So then, if I grab the tip and give it a little twist… what memory comes up then?
"…Ah, ah."
I want to touch it. I want to masturbate while teasing my nipples…. In this situation where I have no idea how good it could get, my heart is pounding so hard from this unknown flutter that it feels like it's going to burst out of my chest.
But then, I felt something gently blocking me.
I mustn't.
Don't touch it, something deep inside me is commanding.
Oh, right. The only one allowed to touch me is Lord Tentacle.
Can't be helped, then…
In the end I closed my eyes and focused on my nipples. Dream or not, anything was fine. I touched myself while recalling the things I'd forgotten.
With every touch, the hot tattoo on my lower belly stains a little deeper red. Every little tck, tck, I catch myself swallowing, gulp after gulp, at nothing.
Not enough.
Even though I could cum from my nipples alone, I was craving something more. That wonderful sensation gripping the inside of my throat tight, that slick, warm something stroking my whole body, that thick, syrupy something pouring down my throat.
Ah, no. I've become a pervert. My whole body has turned sensitive, and here in a bathroom stall, a magical girl is about to cum while fantasizing about being ravished by tentacles.
Knock knock
The sudden knock stopped me cold for a moment.
"Mana?"
Chaerin?
"Are you really okay in there?"
"Hah…, nn, yeah. Nnh…"
"…You sound like you're in pain, Mana."
No. This is…
This is the sound of me, touching myself, masturbating.
"I really wish you'd just rest today."
"It doesn't, hurt, but…. Mmm…. Okay, I, will…♡"
"Thank you for always protecting our neighborhood."
"Mmmhmm…"
Tck, tck, tck.
Feels, so good. My nipples, and Chaerin's voice…
"I'm so glad you're a magical girl."
"Thank… you…♡ Mmm…"
"So rest up and take care of yourself, okay? So I can keep being grateful to you, and so you can keep being a magical girl. Promise?"
"Yeah. Yeah…. Mmm…!"
"I know you're secretly suffering in there so you won't make me worry."
Unable to hold it back, I pressed down hard on my lower belly.
In that instant, my womb gave a huge jolt. All I did was press a little, and I went stark white, my lower belly pressing in on its own.
It's coming. Something's coming. I'm gonna—
I don't know. I don't know, ahh…. Me, in a bathroom stall, listening to my friend's voice…, fingering my nipples…!
"I'm heading out, so you go straight home and rest too. And see a doctor. Got it?"
"Yeah. I'll go, I'll go…♡"
"Take care of yourself, my friend."
"Yeah, I'm cum—! Going…♡"
Squirt, shhh—
"…! !!! …! Nnh…! Mmm…♡ Nnh, cumin…. Hnngh…."
Spurt spurt spurt,
"I'm cum, cumming…. Chaerin, I'm going…♡ Aah, tent, tentacle…. Hngghh…."
Squish…
Honestly, it's incredible.
The pleasure itself, and the way I spray out this female ejaculate too.
Truly, an amount of liquid that bursts out of me in proportion to a pleasure I've never experienced before in my life. More than embarrassing, it made me proud of myself—for accepting this pleasure and not losing my mind.
Feels, so good. More, more…
I want to share this pleasure with someone.
Right, good things are supposed to be shared with each other, aren't they?
But it's a shame to stop here. I want to cum some more, teasing my chest a little longer.
The reason it feels this good is definitely the thrill. The nerve-wracking danger of doing something the most precious friend must never catch me doing, the dizzying thrill of masturbating in a bathroom stall where no one can see—that's what's making me…, a pervert.
So just a little longer.
Just a little longer in this bathroom, I want to feel good and cum.
Going. Going…♡
I'm going to cum while having this filthy fantasy of Chaerin catching me…!
Squirt, squirt—
Squish…
…
.
Riiiing, riiing—
"Hello?"
— Ah… yeah.
"…Hello? Mana?"
— Chaerin, aah…
"What's wrong with your voice. Are you okay? You're okay, right…?"
Yoo Chaerin set down her pen.
"Hello?!"
— Mmm…♡ a little…, good…
"You're… you're being weird. You're sick too, aren't you? Are you home?"
— Yeah…, home…♡ I want you, to come.
"Okay, got it. You're eating vegetable porridge, right? Just go to the doctor, like, now!"
— I'll, wait, hehe…
After hanging up, Yoo Chaerin took a deep breath.
Her friend Mana was the kind of person who never talked about herself. The timid type who hid everything she felt deep inside, bottled it all up, and let it fester in silence.
Chaerin had always hoped that someday Mana would stand up for her own feelings. They'd only grown close back in high school, but the way she wanted to see her laugh and speak her mind—that kindness wouldn't have lost out to anyone with an actual childhood friend.
For Mana of all people to call asking for help like this—nothing short of being terribly, terribly ill could explain it. How much pain must she be in, how weak must her body have gotten, to make this call? That pain pressed down heavy on Chaerin's heart.
"Hello, is this the porridge shop? One vegetable porridge, quartered into four portions, please. I'll come pick it up."
Hanging up, Chaerin went to wash. She lathered her beloved shampoo generously and washed her hair, then scrubbed every inch of herself with her most fragrant body wash.
Out as fast as she could manage, yet not missing a single spot, she hurriedly toweled her hair dry. With no time to spare for underwear, she threw on a t-shirt and sweats and bolted out the door.
It was only at the porridge shop, after carefully taking the packaged order, that she realized what she was wearing—but going all the way back home now was out of the question.
It was late. Well past dinnertime. She stopped by a convenience store for some over-the-counter medicine and a bag of ice.
…She has towels, right?
Chaerin's steps were quick. Mana had reached out to her only as a last resort, so she had to see her as soon as humanly possible. Tomorrow, she'd just declare a day off for the both of them.
She already knew the building's door code. Beep-beep, and she punched in the entry password, opening her way smoothly to the apartment door.
A one-bedroom with a separate room. Strange sounds were drifting out from behind that ajar door.
Creak, creak. Squirt, squirt.
"Nnn, ah…♡ Hah, hck, ngh, so deep…, aaah."
That voice was definitely Mana's. A strange scent filled the room. A heady yet sweet, pink-tinted fragrance.
"…Mana?"
What on earth was happening in there? Was Mana, as a magical girl, fighting something right now?
Chaerin slipped off her shoes carefully and peeked inside.
"Aaah, hyaaaang—!!"
The instant she stepped into the room, she saw it—Mana, in her full magical girl outfit, squirting.
Her fountain burst so hard that it splashed right onto Chaerin's face.
A colony of strangely shaped tentacles was holding her tenderly in its embrace, pistoning into her crotch.
"Wha, this is…"
The female ejaculate Mana had sprayed was trickling down Chaerin's cheek. With hollow, terrified eyes, she stared at Mana, hips bucking high, moaning obscenely.
At Mana, cumming and cumming and cumming, spraying that love-juice all over her.
"Some, more, huh…♡"
"Mana…"
"Aaang…, you're here, Chaerin, aaah…?"
Eyes without a trace of light in them. Mana looked at Chaerin through two pupils so flooded with pleasure they couldn't even hold focus.
"Ehehe…♡ You came to see me…. Ahnn."
Mana reached out her hand.
The door slammed shut.
…There was no way out.