A Dream in Reverse
A dream?
Neige glanced back over her shoulder.
It's true no one recognizes me — I can't even tell where I came from anymore.
She worked her phone. Beep, beep. She canceled the pre-scheduled text message and checked the time.
"Already? Ugh…."
Her eyes drew into a hard line. Any later and her little sister would inevitably catch on. If she wanted to look as normal as possible, flying home at top speed was the obvious call, and yet….
…No way. Surely he didn't plan for even this?
Neige shook her head. The thought came with the belated admission that he hadn't seemed quite that clever.
An evil organization. That magical girl. What they meant went without saying — corruption.
If what that man said is true, then what he poured into me was definitely the mana of a corrupted magical girl. If I use mana to move fast in this state… that antagonist thing, whatever it's called, is bound to go haywire. And then I'll….
What would she become?
The pink-tinged air inside the barrier that had seeped so naturally into her lungs whenever she fought as a magical girl. The aphrodisiac that had hammered away at her lower abdomen….
The moment those memories came flooding back, the worry set in — but there was nothing to be done about it. The tentacle side had clearly planned for this. And yet, as a magical girl, as an older sister, there was only one thing she had to do.
If I don't want her worrying, I'd better hurry.
In the end, Neige used a magical girl's mana and took to the sky.
"Big sis. Why are you so late?"
"Aha, sorry, sorry. Took a while, y'know."
"…Well, as long as nothing happened."
"You really are my precious little sister, aren't you? Hm?"
"Shut up and get in here already."
"Yes, yes~"
She waved a casual hand and moved to her room. Carefully exhaling a hot breath, she closed the door behind her.
I got away with it… right?
"Haah… hn."
Hot. The heat was rising all over again. A small voice wondered if this had truly been her best option.
But what was done was done. Neige gritted her teeth, collapsed face-down onto her bed, and let ragged breaths pour out of her, one after another.
"Haah. Hn. Nn. Hoo…. Nn, ngh…."
Her hips lifted on their own, her legs squeezing together. Her insides burned with a hollow ache, and it felt as though she had to clench her lower abdomen and hold it down or lose herself completely.
"Hoo. Hoo. Nngh."
She wanted to touch herself. But she couldn't.
"Nn…."
A magical girl's power mostly came from emotion. Whether love or hate.
She was a twin. She bore a magic that let her share emotions, sensations, and even fragments of memory with her younger sister — proof, perhaps, of how much of herself she saw in the girl, of how dearly she treasured her.
But when her emotions surged, they leaked across whether she willed it or not. When she was desperately sad, desperately happy — and desperately, pleasured. She'd been on the receiving end of her sister's shrieking complaints more than once for exactly that reason.
If I do it, in this state….
She thought of Deviluke. Of the blissful expression Deviluke had worn while 'serving' that man's cock.
She would feel good. That was exactly why she couldn't allow herself to cum. If she dragged her little sister into sensations like these, it would be unforgivable.
I want to, I want to, I want something inside me. I want relief… but I have to hold out.
She forced the blanket over herself. Tried to sleep. But her heart thundered — thud, thud, thud — and sleep wouldn't come. The moment she relaxed her body for sleep's sake, her lower abdomen pressed in on itself, throbbing, scheming to make her feel good.
It was practically declaring itself at the top of its lungs: just one touch before bed, please~
Still… this much is fine. Sleep. I just have to sleep….
And the moment she released her transformation—
Hii—?!'
Her lower abdomen clenched down tight, dragging her to the very brink.
Th-this… it was never… this bad, before…!
"Hoo. Hoo…. Hoo… nn…♡"
Releasing the transformation had turned out to be the worst possible move.
A magical girl's outfit was armor shaped from the Power of the Heart. If her abdomen had burned even while wearing it, she should have realized what kind of stimulation she'd face without it.
Because of… those, weird, tentacles….
She bit her lip. The tentacles came to mind. Deviluke's expression kept surfacing before her eyes. An AV she'd watched once, a video the algorithm had pushed onto her feed — they rose unbidden.
I… want to….
A woman pinned down by a cock, the man simply driving into her over and over again while she begged him to stop. Struggling, kicking her legs, slapping her palms against the mattress in every kind of resistance — and still cumming spectacularly around him. That kind of video. The moans echoed in her ears.
Worse, the moans she'd heard inside the barrier kept circling back. The blissful faces of those women bloomed behind her eyelids.
"Senior Seol… let's feel good together…♡"
Mana's words. That expression. They came back, and they would not leave.
The sensation that kept stalling at the very edge of climax, over and over.
The desperate craving to be freed from it.
And in the middle of it all, Seol clenched her fists.
She thought of her little sister.
"Nn… hnn…♡"
No. No. No….
Her eyes were threatening to stain pink. Even just her fingers would be fine, she thought. She wanted to expel all of this, right now.
And yet.
"…For Hong-i's, sake."
Her fist tightened.
At length, her eyes landed on the Benelov ampule she'd left on the desk. An ominous-looking liquid, pale like some clear ion drink. But there was no other way. She would lose to the pleasure otherwise.
The swallow went down cool and smooth.
Her body still smoldered. It felt unbearable — and then, a few seconds later? The effect arrived without warning.
"…Huh?"
The heat in her body receded into the distance.
Then, little by little, every sensation drifted further away. Like flying through clouds and sinking, unnoticed, into deep water.
Drowsiness crashed over her.
Her consciousness kept sinking; she had to stay awake, she had to fight it — but her eyes closed all on their own.
If anything… this might be, a mercy….
And so her mind sank into the depths.
At some point, she came to.
…?
She looked blankly around. She was sure she'd fallen asleep. So why was she here?
This place is….
She stared, dazed. There was no sensation of dreaming at all. Just a blank, quiet watching of another self — a different her — taking a man inside her.
….
Her — hammering down from above with a savage, full-weight piston, cumming loudly with every stroke.
Her — speared in what could only be called a mating press, screaming.
Her — riding atop him in reverse, devouring his cock alone, hips moving without end.
She saw countless versions of herself. Herself, rutting shamelessly, greedily.
….
When she turned to the side, the Manager of the Management Bureau was smiling at her.
He was, without question, the man she loved most. Any magical girl who had visited the Bureau harbored feelings for him — perhaps he could even be called the one who led all magical girls.
…Why is the Manager here?
This man was the very one Seol pictured whenever she touched herself.
The Manager who would hold her ever so gently, so lovingly, and whisper 'you're the only one I love' — she would picture him as her fingers moved, slowly, slowly.
And yet the other selves bucking their hips, breathless and wild, were not with the Manager. The face was unfamiliar. If anything, it looked masked — the mask of Vendetta, the one she'd seen just today….
"Ahn! Nngh…! Hck…! Oh, ah… I'm cumming, I'm cumming…!"
"Feels, so good! Ah, aha! Hehe…! Bendy! More…! Harder, give it to me harder!"
"Hck…! Nn…! Hhck…! Being… choked… feels, good…♡"
…What is this. Why am I.
She stared, dazed, at the exact opposite of every fantasy she had ever allowed herself.
That drug was Dexter's creation — a psychoanalytic compound layered from several effects. In the dreamscape of sleep, where the human mind is most vulnerable, it gave form to the subconscious and revealed what manner of pleasure a person truly craved.
But this was the drug made to do the opposite — to take shape as everything she wasn't, and twist her from her deepest layers outward.
Without the faintest idea that the tentacle-headed researcher was watching this very dream, Chae Seol felt a strange, inexplicable thrill.
This was a dream. Her own subconscious, belonging to no one else. There was no shame here. No resistance. If anything, she only wanted to see more.
Her heart lurched even as a shiver crawled up her spine at the thought of what would happen if she took that thing herself.
Is this… guilt?
Depravity, guilt. Such feelings flowed through her, thick and slow.
The man she loved stood right beside her — and yet all those selves before her were tangled with a man from the evil organization. And she was being made to watch.
She should have been asking why? — but she couldn't remember what she herself had been doing, or even where this place was.
They look like they're enjoying it….
The act most contrary to everything she wanted was carving itself deep into her mind. She should have felt revulsion at the mere sight of it — and yet the heat in her body was already recognizing it as something to be desired.
…I want to.
Her subconscious was being overwritten.
Unlike reality, there were no brakes here. Her desire poured out on pure instinct. She simply wanted to follow the current — to try copying what she was seeing, exactly as it was.
She looked at the Manager. At the tired smile on that man's face — and took his hand.
His hand. His wrist. The two slender lines of bone at his wrist, the lean muscle of his forearm — they looked impossibly handsome to her now.
…Come on.
She drew closer. She climbed onto the seated Manager's lap and looked down at him from above.
A gentle — no, a shameless kind of love….
She wanted to tease this flustered Manager even further. She wanted to feel that part of him inside her. With all of that in her heart, she looked down at him.
And at the very moment their lips were about to meet—
"No, Neige."
The Manager pushed her away.
The moans rang out around her. They pressed down on her, those happy voices of hers — every other her lost in bliss while she alone was denied.
Why?
The Manager wore a troubled expression. And still, she wanted to twist that expression even further — to force the act on him regardless.
She wanted to feel good with this man, with the Manager, already. Making soft, shameless love with someone you loved was nothing to be ashamed of. If anything, it was bliss.
She gripped his hand harder and tried to push him down.
"You'll make me angry, Neige."
His brows furrowed, in deadly earnest.
A look of disdain.
And that — that sent a shiver straight through her heart. Her chest dropped with a cold thud.
The surging guilt felt good. Sin, depravity — they buzzed electric along her nerves, stoking the ache in her lower abdomen.
Showing him her most shameful self, right in front of him, was so very—
It feels good, and it feels, awful.
Rejected by the man she loved. Nothing to be done. For one instant that thought consumed her—
"—!?"
Seol bolted awake.
It was already morning.
"…."
The memories of the dream dissolved rapidly, sinking back into the deep subconscious.
Feels like I had some… weird dream….
The thought didn't last long.
Her body was still burning, and between her legs she was already soaked through — wet enough to stain the bed sheet itself.
"…Haah, seriously."
She clawed both hands through her hair.
Benelov hadn't lied, after all.
'"Letting you sleep" wasn't supposed to mean "letting you writhe in this heat"!? That absolute bastard!!'
She hammered her fist into the mattress again and again.
'Today of all days I have to go see the Manager, and I'm like this first thing in the morning…? In this state — this state — I'm supposed to go meet the Manager?'