Just Practice
Magical Girl Rika
"Hah…!"
Something about the dream had been so grotesque that she sat bolt upright — and found, to her relief, that she was in her own room.
She couldn't remember any of it, but her whole body felt limp and loose in a way that was almost nauseating. There wasn't a drop of sweat on her, though. No need to wash.
…Why am I even here?
She groped after the hazy scraps of memory.
Right — she was supposed to review the health materials the Association had distributed. Knowledge is power for a magical girl, or something like that.
Still lying in bed, she unlocked her phone and tapped the video.
On the screen, a woman who looked unnervingly like her was stretched out in a negligee barely worthy of the name. A man stood over her, his thick cock fully exposed.
"Euh."
She turned her head away before she could stop herself. It was embarrassing. Who just shoved something like that in your face without warning?
…
Honestly, though — she was curious. She'd wondered what men looked like down there. She'd even wished, more than once, that she could have been born a boy.
She snuck another look at the screen.
As if showing it off, the man had laid his cock across the woman's belly and simply left it there. She had the strange feeling she'd already seen this exact moment — but that had to be her imagination.
The cock was veined and faintly twitching, long enough that it seemed to map the full distance from her entrance all the way to her womb. Grotesque. Were all men built like that…?
"…It's hot."
The air conditioner was definitely running, yet the room felt stifling.
And if it was hot, then of course she should undress. Top off. Panties off. And then she slipped into the negligee that had somehow been laid out and waiting.
Wait…? A negligee?
That was odd. Had she ever owned something like this? For some reason it looked identical to the one the woman on screen was wearing.
No. She was overthinking it.
"Euh…. Why won't you put it in?"
"Hurry up and put it in…. Isn't that what this is for?"
"…What? You want me to ask for it?"
"You pervert…. Drop dead."
"…."
"…. …………Put it."
"Put it… in."
"…What was that? Have you lost your—"
The woman on the receiving end of the man's whisper went scarlet, lips pressed tight as she glared up at him — then, in a voice that barely made it out of her throat:
"Put it…. Please put it in…, Mas…ter."
"Haaung?!"
That enormous cock shoved into her.
The woman moaned, her back arching hard. Her nipples stood rigid, begging to be touched. The mere act of being filled sent her writhing, and something spilled out of her from below.
"Ah…."
A moment later the man began to move his hips.
"Ugh, oht, oho…♥ Heuk, uk…, haang…!"
"Ah, hik…! Ugh…! Hah, ah♥ Slow—ly. Don't…!"
Slap. Slap. Slap.
Wet, rhythmic sounds filled the room as that thick cock drove in and out, spearing deep into the woman — the woman who looked so much like her….
"Come to think of it…."
The Association had said something about this. Imagine that the woman on screen is you… That had been one of the assignments.
She knew she was supposed to hate it, and yet she was projecting herself into the scene anyway. It felt as if that really were her, pinned beneath a man, taking his cock — as if the reality of it were right in front of her eyes.
"I hate it…♥ No, ugh, ohk. Oho…! Hiuk, ahang, inside…, so deep…♥"
Even as the woman said she hated it, her expression was melting around that cock.
Every thrust lifted her hips as if in joy. She moaned — hiyaang — as though each stroke were exactly what she'd been craving.
"It feels weird, stop. Don't, make me, yours, ahh♥ If you, keep going, I'll get, strange—"
You're the one who needs to stop. If you keep talking like that… it just sounds like you're begging for more.
"Deep, it's so deep oho…♥ Ugh, ohot, oh—"
And stop spurting water from down there with every thrust. It looks pathetic.
"Ah…. Why are you… stopping?"
"What…? Be honest. Say it."
"Just once. Just once is enough?"
"Aang…♥ Euh, why am I being honest right now…."
The man started to pull out. The woman shook her head.
"Hiuk♥ I—I get it. It feels, good…. It feels so good…!"
"Hiaaang! Ang, euh, ohk, o, oht, heut, igeuk♥ Ha…!"
And Rika, saying those same words in her head, was becoming just as pathetic.
She wasn't supposed to. She didn't know why, exactly — only that being held by that man felt like something she must not allow.
And yet. She was forgetting all of it, making those strange little sounds. Was it really that good? That cock?
"It feels, so good haa…♥ It's incredi—ble! Ah, ha♥ Hiuk…!"
That couldn't be right. It was just something going into the lower mouth. There was no way it could feel good. Here — look. Even if she put her own fingers in….
…Ah.
She was wet. Slick. When she brought her fingers close, the moisture met them the way a fingertip meets the surface of water.
The sensation was strange. The moment her fingers slipped inside, her walls clenched around them — sucking them in as if they'd been waiting for this, as if this were what they'd always existed for. They went in far too easily.
A hot, alien feeling sparked at the base of her spine, and her hips lifted before she could stop them.
"Ugh, oht, oh…♥"
The way the man was burying his cock deep — she tried to match it with her fingers.
"Ah…♥"
She squeezed tight around them, begging them not to leave, pressing and pressing as if trying to memorize their shape.
A sound escaped her without permission. She surrendered to the soft, mind-numbing sensation rising from below.
She drew her fingers out slowly.
"Hieu…♥"
The pull of her lower mouth clinging to them sent a shiver through her. She could feel it changing as it was drawn outward. Clenching, tightening — and another moan slipped free.
I want to put them back in.
It felt like something she shouldn't do, and yet the Association's instructions moved her fingers for her. She was supposed to experience what the version of herself on screen was feeling.
"Aang…."
…Was that really a sound she had made?
If she kept going like this… would she end up like the her on the screen? Just like that?
No. Impossible. She was strong. So….
"Ah, ng…. Ha…, huu…♥"
Just a little more. Just testing it a little further. Only testing….
She was only practicing so she wouldn't become like that….
Vendetta
Sinistra blinked both eyes and spoke.
"It's progressing smoothly…? How? When we tried, nothing would rise at all."
"I heard somewhere that human beings are designed to endure the negative — but they cannot withstand the positive," Vendetta said. "What is a person supposed to do when something feels good? That is precisely when the heart wavers. Pleasure is indispensable if you mean to melt a human heart. Love, sensation — in the end, both are governed by the chemistry inside the body."
"And that internal chemistry is?"
"That… I don't fully know myself."
"A pity."
They looked at the magical girl lying on the mechanical bed.
"Preparations are more or less complete."
Her eyes were covered by the Visor. Through a mask she was drawing in the aphrodisiac cultured from his semen — a process that would etch his scent into her memory even if she did nothing but lie still.
Her legs were parted slightly; she was already prepared to receive the mechanical phallus at any moment. All that remained was for the magical girl to act on her own.
"Well then…."
On the monitor, the magical girl was visible — diligently practicing how to feel pleasure.
Inside the dream and the suggestions woven by the Visor, she was learning pleasure, little by little.
Magical Girl Rika
It felt good. But….
"Ah, euh, ohok, oho…♥"
Unlike her, the version of herself on screen had thrown her head back, hips lifted, spurting water in pathetic little jets — pushut, pushut.
She hadn't gone that far. It felt good, yes. Sometimes something strange would well up and her whole body would tremble and she'd want to feel more — and still, she hadn't reached that.
Why? Why was the her on screen like that, while she herself couldn't feel it that intensely?
What the hell is that cock, anyway?
Was the difference between fingers and a cock really that decisive? If something that thick and grotesque speared into her deepest place — just how good would it feel?
Fingers alone could never get her there.
She had to practice. She had to practice, but….
Rubbing the walls of her passage, focusing on the places that felt best, working herself wet and slick — none of it brought her close to what she was watching. So then… how…?
In that moment, something clattered inside her bag.
She had to look. She had no choice but to look.
An incomprehensible pull was dragging her toward it. Something she absolutely had to confirm was waiting in that bag.
"This is…."
A cock….
Or rather, an object made to imitate one.
A little smaller than the man on screen, but still large enough to practice with….
When she pressed the button, it lengthened and shortened on its own — the way the man in the video rolled his hips.
If she put this inside herself… could she feel as good as the her on the screen?
"…I—it's just practice. Just… preparation."
Her heart was pounding. Her womb was pounding. What would happen if she put it in? Her fingers had felt pretty good — so how far could this take her?
With trembling hands she brought it close. On the video, they had paused as well.
"Do you want it in?"
The man asked.
"Do you want to feel even better?"
Without thinking, she answered yes. The her on screen, and the her right now.
"All right. Slowly."
Matching his words—
the cock.
"Call it a cock."
…This cock.
"Right here."
She set it against her entrance.
"I'll put it in slowly."
As if the man himself were doing it for her, she pushed.
"Hik, haah…."
Her lower mouth yielded. A man's cock was coming in.
With wet, spreading sounds — zeubut, zeubububut — it widened her slick passage little by little… until the tip kissed something deep with a soft tok.
It fit so perfectly she almost believed she and this cock had always been one body.
Just having it inside was enough to blank her mind. There was nothing left but how good it felt….
"Let's stay like this a moment."
"Huu…♥ Huuu…♥"
Little by little, she felt she could map the shape of this cock without even looking at it.
The curve of it, the ridges, the tip pressed to the mouth of her womb — she could feel the beauty of something designed, from birth, to make a woman feel good. Yes. Her lower mouth was learning this cock, piece by piece.
"All right. Slowly."
The man drew his hips back. She had to follow. This was practice.
Easing it outward, bit by bit—
"Ugh…♥ Oh…? Oho…♥"
She was only pulling out what she'd put in, and yet her body refused to let go. The scrape of it dragging along her walls felt so good she couldn't bear to release it — as if her passage itself were being sucked outward…♥
"I'll put it back in."
"Ha…aaang…."
It felt good.
The cock was making her feel good.
The her on screen looked like she felt good, too.
"You can look forward to this."
Ah.
Only then did she remember — this cock could move.
It was only words. Only something being said on a screen. And yet it felt as if he were speaking directly to her….
Her heart, her womb, gave a little flutter, and her body shuddered before she could stop it. She found herself anticipating whatever sensation she was about to practice next.
"Here we go."
At those words, as if entranced, she pressed the button on the cock.
Coincidentally, she didn't remember much of what came after.
"Haaht♥ Aaaang! Hit, ugh…! Oht, oho…♥ No…♥ Ik, aha…! It feels, good. Good, so good…♥"
She moaned pathetically and kept spilling something out of herself.
"Go on, go! Cum!"
Understanding at last what "going" meant, she simply — just like that — cried out the word as she gushed.
And even that wasn't enough. She pushed the cock deeper, all the way in, gripped the toy tight, and worked it — forward and back. Forward and back.
It feels good. It feels good. More. More.
Make me feel good.
"Again, I'm—! I'm cumming…♥ No, no! Euh, ohooh……♥ I'm going, I'm going! I'm cumming…!! Haaaang…!!"
Even when she came, and came again, and came apart entirely — the cock did not stop.
What would it feel like to take a real man's cock? What was the her on screen feeling right now?
And so, thinking of nothing but the cock that made her feel good, she was pulled down into a warm, pleasant dark.
Keeping it inside her to the very, very end.
