Magical Girl Rika
When I was little, I was quite the well-known tomboy in the neighborhood.
Back then, the other boys loved nothing more than teasing girls and making them cry—and the one who always ended up on the receiving end was Soyeong.
Her daily routine consisted of getting poked with sticks or hearing them chant, “Look, she’s crying again~!” until one day I simply couldn’t stand watching her sit there and sob. I stepped right in front of those boys and blocked their path. That, I think, was the moment we became childhood friends.
I never expected things to turn out this way. People call it pure love, don’t they? Holding hands, going to the same school, walking together in the morning and walking home together in the evening.
Then, as we grew older, I would feel a quiet pang of regret at the thought of drifting apart, or my heart would lurch whenever I imagined Soyeong with some other boy. That was when I realized it.
I wanted us to stay together forever.
Of course I could never hand her over to just any guy. If it had been a man I truly approved of, maybe—but every boy I knew was still busy tormenting girls. All they ever did was stare at my developing chest or Soyeong’s with those weird eyes. Not one of them looked at us with anything like love or the desire to protect.
So I decided: all boys were bad guys who only wanted to prey on us. I’ll protect you, Soyeong. Just stay with me.
One day I asked her,
“What do you want to do when we grow up?”
“Hmm… get into a good high school and university, find a job… then get married, I guess?”
Honestly, I didn’t want to admit how cold my heart went in that instant. I couldn’t show it, though.
After all, we were both girls.
Pure love is usually something between a boy and a girl. Two girls—there was no way it could ever work out.
“…Yeah, that makes sense. Where are you thinking of going?”
“I’ve got my eye on S High.”
“You’re really good at studying, Soyeong. That’s a top school. I’m not exactly gifted in that department.”
“…Then… want to study together?”
“Huh?”
“I’ll teach you everything I can. I just… hope we can go together. We’re childhood friends, after all.”
I still remember how shy she looked saying that.
Of course I wasn’t going to refuse. If anything, I was happy—Soyeong wanted to stay together too.
From that day on we studied at her house. Sometimes our hands would brush while reaching for snacks and the air would turn strangely charged; sometimes we’d try a “love shot” with orange juice; sometimes we’d lie on her bed and promise that even after high school our friendship would never change… those little, silly moments flew by so fast.
The day the entrance results came out, I was more nervous than I’d ever been. How hard I worked—someone with zero talent for studying—just so I could go to the same high school as Soyeong… well, I don’t need to spell that out.
On a freezing winter morning, snow falling softly, we exhaled white puffs of breath and checked the list. When we saw both our names under S High, we threw our arms around each other and jumped up and down right there in the street.
If only things could stay like this forever. Even if we had to part someday, this moment would always be the happiest.
They say things with an ending are beautiful. I prayed this ending would stay beautiful for a long, long time, and I dreamed of the rosy future waiting beyond it.
…That future cracked the moment we entered high school.
“You awake?”
An irritating voice dragged my consciousness back to the surface.
A holographic screen floated in my field of vision, and reflected on it was none other than myself.
Wh-what the hell is this!?
I should have felt uncomfortable, yet the surface beneath me fit my body so perfectly that I felt neither dissonance nor disgust—almost as if I were lying on a custom-made bed.
The reason I screamed was the mechanical device hovering right in front of my… my… that place. A machine cock stood ready to push inside me at any second.
On top of that, a mask covered my face so I couldn’t speak, and a thick, sweet scent filled my lungs. The more I breathed it in, the more I wanted to inhale even deeper.
It was a strangely unpleasant smell, yet the sweetness mixed in made it drinkable. Not that I had a choice—I still needed to breathe. My head was already foggy; clear thoughts were impossible.
“So, how was the cock? Feel good?”
I couldn’t remember the dream in detail, but the fragments of my own disgraceful behavior remained crystal clear.
What a weird dream. Watching some filthy video the Association supposedly ordered me to watch, fingering myself until I was dripping wet, then sliding that toy cock in and out until I came… that shameless performance was something I’d never forget for the rest of my life.
“You looked like you were enjoying yourself so much it made me feel good too. But that was only a dream. Now it’s time you felt it for real.”
The man flicked his fingers. The machine cock glided forward and dragged its tip up and down along my entrance.
It threatened to push in, then stopped, then threatened again, then stopped—teasing me over and over. Every time that cold shaft brushed against me, a strange feeling bloomed. Something felt missing.
Dizzy, I squeezed my eyes shut. It was because of that dream. I had learned that having a cock inside me felt good. Because of this man…
I should have been disgusted.
This was a trick. A scheme to torment me like a toy. If it had been pure pain I could have gritted my teeth and endured.
Instead, little by little, that unnaturally intense pleasure was taking over my entire body.
It doesn’t feel good at all, it doesn’t. A cock is nothing…!
“I’m putting it in.”
“Hiiik—!?”
The cock pushed inside.
A sharp tearing sensation ripped through my lower body for a second, then vanished.
Vrrrrrr—tiny vibrations began to massage my inner walls, pressing and kneading, thump-thump, thump-thump…♡
That massive presence filling my lower mouth… a machine cock designed solely to make me feel good was slowly carving its way deeper.
“Hya… nn…♡”
The vibrating shaft made my insides no longer feel like my own. Only the sensations from my lower half remained; my hips lifted on their own, desperate to squirt something out.
With slow, loving strokes, the machine cock tried to break me. It wanted me to relive the hazy dream, to brand into me exactly what pleasure was…!
Th-this is weird…!! Ah♡ No, I’m gonna—gonna cum…
Why did I already know the approaching sensation was “cumming”?
I had no idea. It just felt so good. The stimulation was too strong. My mind was flooded with a sensation I both knew and didn’t know, and all I could think was that it felt good.
Countless question marks floated through my head. Pink emotions rose and filled me. Only my body understood: This feels good.
I’m cumming, I’m—! How far are you going to…!? O-ooh♡ Don’t go so fast♡ I’m breaking♡ I’m going to break…!
The thrusts grew fiercer. Even though it was a machine, it felt exactly like the cock from my dream. No—better. My brain was desperately trying to understand this feeling.
The question marks in my head were turning into hearts.
Stop… stohp…♡
I begged without meaning to, voice pleading.
Ugh, ohoh. Hoh♡ Nngh!? Cumming, cumming…♡
Psssh, psssh—
Even after I came in the most pathetic way, the cock never stopped.
I’m still cumming♡ I’m cumming, I said…! Ih♡ Ihh…♡ Ooh♡ Sto—stop♡ I’m already cumming…♡ Cock, nooo…♡
“That’s right. Keep cumming. Cum and cum and cum until the absence of this feeling leaves you empty.”
“Humans are animals of adaptation. Keep pumping pleasure into them and they’ll cling to it. After dozens, hundreds of climaxes… do you really think you’ll ever go back to normal?”
I wanted to curse him. I wanted to ask how he knew so much about people.
But all I could do was moan like an idiot, like an animal, like the “me” in that video—mask still sealed over my face, letting out broken, half-formed cries.
With every thrust I understood. I was learning. From the brand seared onto my womb, hot, happy, throbbing sensations flooded through me.
Pleasure.
The feeling of my brain being seized by electric current.
This man was teaching me. This was what truly good “cumming” felt like. He was carving it into my heart, into my soul—pounding near my womb, squelching my lower mouth until I went psssh psssh…♡
It grew worse. The cock never stopped, thrusting into me again and again. I came, and came, and came, and came, making disgraceful noises the whole time—euhok, hooo…
I accepted pleasure that had long since crossed every line until I finally hit my limit. I tried to stay conscious, but both sensation and awareness were slipping away.
Even so… I… won’t… give in…
In the end, with that distant, endless pleasure still washing over me, I blacked out.
How far had I remembered?
Right—after we entered the same high school.
First: of course we ended up in different classes.
Second: our school was co-ed, so Soyeong made lots of new friends. Boys were among them.
And third:
“I… I think I might like him…”
Soyeong had fallen for a boy at first sight.
“I’m only telling you because it’s you… Don’t tell anyone else, okay?”
I nodded, but that didn’t mean my heart wasn’t a tangled mess.
That boy, Hyunwoo, was handsome even to my eyes.
Overwhelming presence, an oasis blooming in the desert. Like a butterfly naturally landing on a flower for nectar—that was how handsome he was.
The problem was that Hyunwoo and I were close.
“Hey, what are you doing today?”
Whenever he asked, I would answer without hesitation, “What else? Gotta prep for the performance assessment. You heading to the PC bang again?”
I was pretty rough around the edges, after all. Once Hyunwoo had shaken off all the girls who liked him, he’d come find me and ramble about his day or how he was going home to game.
“Me? Obviously the PC bang. I already finished everything! What about you? Not coming?”
“I’ve never even been once~”
“Holy shit, a guy who’s never set foot in a PC bang? Nope, you’re coming with me today. You’re getting a taste.”
“Can’t you see the tits right in front of your face?”
And just like that, Hyunwoo became the first guy who ever took me to a PC bang.
Anyone could tell we were close. Just a guy friend and a girl friend—that was how it looked, so Soyeong must have felt safe telling me.
She asked me to connect her with Hyunwoo.
…Me.
Of all people, me.
Without even knowing what kind of feelings I carried.