Yoo Chaerin
Yoo Chaerin's face flooded with horror. What on earth is happening right in front of me?
“Aahng…, wait, please. Chaerin, I need to hold you….”
A tentacle. It was one of the creatures that had spilled out of the tentacle trap the night before. As if it were a replacement mascot, Mana was cradling the thing in her arms like a lover — and the tentacle, after slowly withdrawing its tip from between her legs, writhed with an eerie, almost welcoming undulation. As if to say, come right in.
Chaerin's pupils trembled, and at last her legs gave out beneath her. She had to open the door. But her hands had gone limp — so limp that even the doorknob turned to mush in her grip. Limp, everything was limp.
She rattled the doorknob up and down, but it was sealed by magic. Mana's magic — the magic of the magical girl Mana.
“Mana! Mana, it's me! Snap out of it, Mana! Open the door…!!”
“Mmm…? Whyee?”
Love honey trickling down between her thighs, Mana came crawling across the bed on all fours toward her.
Chaerin tried to stand, but her legs were already beyond use. Her forearms hit the floor first, and she barely caught herself before crawling toward Mana instead.
“H-hiik….”
“Why are you so scared…?”
“D-don't come. Don't come any closer…!”
“It's okayyy…, I'm right here…♡”
“N-no! Let me out of here!!”
She clawed at the door with her ruined, boneless hands. There was no chance of it opening.
“You'll hurt your fingernails….”
“Let go of this—aaah…!”
Mana, soaked through and through with the tentacle's secretions, finally pulled Chaerin into her arms. Letting out a long, hot breath — haah — she teased along the rim of Chaerin's ear, hoo, hoo, trying desperately to melt away her friend's terror. It stood no chance of working.
“Chae-rin-ah….”
“Mana, please….”
Both of Chaerin's hands were pinned beneath Mana's own, laced together and locked in place. Her eyes drifted upward to the ceiling — and there she saw it. Another tentacle, dangling from above.
A tentacle venting a pale pink gas.
The more she breathed it in, the more her mind began to slide sideways. Where was she, why was she being pinned down, why was Mana's mouth hanging open — she couldn't make sense of any of it.
The tentacle Mana had been cradling slithered slowly over and wedged itself between the two of them.
“Aahng.”
It slipped into Mana's mouth, bobbing up and down, then — fwoosh — sprayed out a jet of liquid. Mana swirled it around her mouth and pressed her lips to Chaerin's.
“Haeup.”
“Mmph!?”
A tongue pushed in, mixing with hers. Sweet — so sweet. The tentacle was feeding Chaerin the nectar it had held in its mouth. Viscous and milky-white, it was like semen. The sensation of that tongue swimming through the syrup was beyond words.
Gulp. As it slid down the back of her throat, Chaerin's heart began to dye itself pink.
“Nn, ah? Ah…?”
Her mind filled up with pink question marks until thinking became impossible.
“Feels, good, doesn't it…? Hyaah…♡ Chu, churp….”
A light kiss, then a deep one. Trapped in that moment, Chaerin tried to move — tried at least the smallest rebellion — but the power of a magical girl could not be beaten.
Mana's hand found her friend's tracksuit, and in an instant her pants simply vanished. In answer, that slithering tentacle — uncannily like a man's cock — slapped down against her pussy.
Slick, hot, and slippery, the tentacle ground itself against the entrance of Chaerin's cunt.
“Hnguuu!? Chu, churp, jup!? Ugh, hng…!”
The tentacle gathered light at its tip. And then, just like Mana's own, it began to draw a Lechery Crest across Chaerin's lower belly.
“Haaaang!?”
The tongue pushing in, the sweetness mixing, her uterus shivering, her pussy being rubbed —
There was pain in what was being carved into her abdomen, certainly, but it soon melted into pleasure under the influence of the aphrodisiac she'd been fed. The mana scoring across her skin, the wicked power it projected, made her womb quake.
It was, in essence, a weapon built specifically to fight magical girls and their Power of the Heart. Against an ordinary civilian, it could hardly fail.
“N-no, nooo, no wayyy…!?”
The crest finished forming in no time at all, and the moment it did — fwoosh, fwoosh — she sprayed her own love honey. Mana pulled her tongue free and, gazing at Chaerin's vacant, gasping expression, gently stroked her cheek.
“Aahn…♡ You look like you feel so good….”
“Nn, ah…, oh…. I-I don't, know, what, this is. You haven't even, put it, in….”
“Maybe that's how I was at first too….”
Mana smacked her lips, savoring the taste. The tentacle, linked directly to her thoughts, answered her unspoken wish — spewing a sticky, pearly nectar from its tip. She dipped her hand in it and, like spreading oil, began smoothing it generously over Chaerin's body.
“Nn, it's hot…. Stop it, Mana….”
“It's fine. You'll feel good soon. I did, after all….”
“No. Don't, touch, my chest…. My belly button, inside my belly button, no. Don't go lower. No…. I can, feel it…!! Nn, nngh…♡”
“Hehe…. Round and round, inside your belly button….”
“Hiiiit…!?”
It was only her belly button, but stuffed full of white, it had turned impossibly sensitive. When Mana's finger squelched around inside it, Chaerin's whole lower abdomen convulsed.
The crest etched there had rewired every one of her senses into pleasure signals, plugged straight into her womb.
“Squelch, squelch, hehe…, Chaerin, you're making such lewd sounds….”
“No, hah…♡ Oh…ohhok…!?”
Just from her belly button, she came. Fwoosh, fwoosh — her body shook in the most undignified way. Mana patted her lower belly as if she were adorable.
“The tentacle told me. Only the tentacle is allowed to touch this pussy…, and good feelings are meant to be shared.”
“Mana….”
“So since the tentacle feels good…, since it makes me feel so good…, I have to share it, don't I…?”
“Ma-na….”
“My very best friend Chaerin — please, feel it for me. How good the tentacle makes you feel…. Now then, Mister Tentacle…, I'm done for today, so please make Chaerin feel good.”
Mana carefully ran two fingers over Chaerin's sex in a single stroke, then spread the petals open.
The tentacle, now gleaming a dark violet-black, squelched its way inside her.
That alone — and she came.
Every inch it wriggled in, she sprayed another burst of love honey.
Every time it coiled again, writhing like a serpent, she moaned.
“There, there….”
Every time Mana patted her belly to soothe her into enjoyment, she trembled lightly and came again.
“Nn, hiik…, hiaahn! Hoo…. It's melting me…, no, ohhok…♡”
Coating the walls of her cunt all over with white aphrodisiac, the tentacle finally reached its destination. Like a glans, it curled its tip into a round bud, drew back from her womb for the briefest moment — and then pressed down hard, deep against the mouth of her womb.
“──Ah.”
The world went blinding white.
Every sensation fled her at once.
Something is, coming.
The mouth of her womb fluttered once — a single tremor. Then it was quaking, thump, thump, thump, like a heartbeat, before vibrating at the frantic pace of a vibrator.
Something's wrong. Something's wrong — something I've never felt is coming, it's actually coming!!
Her instincts screamed warnings. This sensation was dangerous; if she understood it, there would be no coming back.
She tried to move her legs — thrashing up and down in futile resistance.
It wouldn't let go anyway.
“It's, deep♡ It's, too deep!! Hiii♡”
She flailed her arms, struggling, but Mana only held her tight.
“My head…! My head, it hurts…!!”
Something nameless, born in the hollow of her hips, was climbing steadily upward. A unknown world of deep, deep, going deeper — it crawled up her spine and reached the back of her neck.
“Hiii, iiiit!! Nngh…!”
She clamped her lips shut. Bit down hard to endure the absolute pleasure bearing down on her. She must not experience this. At the very least, she had to protect her consciousness —
“Hooo─”
Mana's breath brushed her eardrum.
“…Ah.”
Mana's tongue licked the rim of her ear, then — like a tiny tentacle itself — squirmed its way inside.
“Oh…? Oh…ho…♡”
Squelch, squelch, squelch─
“Accept it…♡”
The command of her dearest friend carved itself into her mind.
“Hii… ngh♡”
Mana's hand pressed down hard on the crest-marked belly. Her vaginal walls, her womb, her tentacle-stuffed pussy — everything was crushed beneath it.
Her reason flew away.
“OHOHOHOOO─!? Ok, ohho♡ Ugh♡ Ngiit…♡ Kaha♡ Kuh… ohhohoo…!!”
Her eyes rolled back. She screamed — she had to scream or she couldn't hold on. All control of her body was gone. Every muscle in her cried out its love for the tentacle. Hearts etched themselves into her eyes, and the question marks that had filled her mind were branded over with hearts.
“Squelch, chup…♡ The tentacle is my master….”
“Ten…♡ taku…!! Hik, hiiii…♡”
“Nothing else…, could ever give me this pleasure…♡”
“Tentakuh…♡ Pleasuhah…! Haah! Haahn!!”
The crest glowed.
Her heart was changing. Priorities were being written over everything. The tentacle that granted pleasure; the apostle who delivered that pleasure in its stead — the magical girl Mana.
To her closest friend in the world, the girl who shared her love with her, Yoo Chaerin felt a gratitude that sank to the very bottom of her heart. Love for another girl. Not the love of a lover — the pleasure of submission.
“I'm coming, I'm coming♡ It's coming, kaha♡ Save me, save me, Mana—aaah!!”
“Jup…, churp…♡”
“Ahnk, hi, plea, se…♡ Let, me go♡ I'm coming, coming, coming, I'm gonna come, I'm cominggg…!! Ugh, ohohoo─”
“I love you…♡”
“I love youuuk…! Hngh♡ Iit…! Higiuk…!! Kuu… hngh…♡ Com, ingahah…♡ Hihi, ihaha…♡”
“Deeper, deeper — joy filling up your whole mind…♡”
“Haaank!! Com…♡ Com, I'm coming! Hihik♡ Hii…♡”
Chaerin lay cradled in Mana's arms like an infant.
Ten minutes — barely. That was how long Chaerin had actually spent in climax. To her, it felt like nearly thirty.
She had long since surpassed the limit of pleasure a human could withstand. Her neurons should have burned out, her synapses shattered, leaving her incapable of ever living a normal life again. Like a drug, in every sense.
But what had protected her brain intact was Mana's mana. Because she was still, in the end, a magical girl who protected people.
And because of that, Chaerin absorbed, unfiltered, pleasure beyond the human limit. Pleasure beyond life itself — the kind that felt like dying.
Even as blood dripped from her nose, even as she could only make pathetic little ohhok sounds, even as happiness soaked into every inch of her body — the one who watched over her was the tentacle's apostle, the magical girl Mana.
“Ha, …ah.”
Her brain responded. Having clawed its way out of an extreme situation, her brain mistook Mana — the one who had saved it from the brink of death — for a fated love.
With a wet squelch, the tentacle slid free of her cunt, murmuring its lewd sound, and Chaerin shuddered and moaned at the loss.
“Felt good, didn't it…?”
And then Chaerin looked up — into a smile beaming down at her, overflowing with maternal warmth. The instinct etched into her brain stirred her chest. Her brain flooded with neurotransmitters, wiring every sensation into a single point.
The pounding of her heart, the heat of her belly, the love the tentacle gave her — all of it, from one single person.
And so, to Mana who had saved her life amid that extreme pleasure, Chaerin opened her mouth.
“More…, please. Do it to me…, more….”
Mana kissed her. She simply couldn't hold back — she was too adorable. And of course, the tentacle would love them both, perfectly and equally.
“Right…?”
The tentacle wriggled in answer, drawing close to the two of them.
The screams showed no sign of ever ending.