Magical Girl Rika
Whether it was fortunate or not, Hyunwoo never saw me as a girl. To him I was nothing more—and nothing less—than one of the guys, a male friend.
Honestly, I didn’t mind. After all, Soyeong was the only friend I had. And yet every time she came by our classroom just to see Hyunwoo, something in my chest twisted and ached.
Why? Did I like Soyeong? Did I love her? Was I… a lesbian?
It couldn’t be that simple. Too many feelings were tangled together.
Sometimes it felt like I alone was being left out. Sometimes I wondered if this was the treatment I got simply because I wasn’t a boy. Sometimes I blamed myself for never acting girlish enough, as if that was why everything had turned out this way.
Imagining was pointless. Only reality remained.
Soyeong’s gaze sliding past me more and more often. Hyunwoo’s eyes merely brushing over me before moving on.
The two of them looking at each other instead—that was the reality that kept hurting.
…If it was going to be like this.
If it was going to be like this, they should never have started it in the first place.
Becoming a magical girl happened around that time.
I had just waved Hyunwoo and Soyeong off as they walked home together, then let out a long sigh and told myself to get moving. That was when a wand came whirling through the air and landed in my hand.
Someone’s in danger. You’re the only one nearby. Contract with me and become a magical girl—I can grant your wish.
I fell for that cheap candy-coated sales pitch, grabbed the wand, and transformed. The outfit that appeared was mortifying: a frilly, girlish red dress dripping with lace, so floaty and bridal it might as well have been a wedding gown.
Even my hair changed color, turning me into someone who stood out. I still remember tugging at the ridiculously short skirt, trying to pull it down.
Anyway, with the power I gained that day I saved both Hyunwoo and Soyeong.
“W-wait! At least tell us your name before you go…!”
Hyunwoo called after me with sparkling eyes—the same eyes Soyeong always used when she looked at him. I waved without turning around and gave him the name I had desperately scraped together.
“Magical Girl Rika.”
“….”
“Magical Girl Rika. I hope you’re starting to come to your senses.”
My body had no strength left. It felt like I was buried in jelly.
“There we go. You’re awake.”
“…You think… something like this… is going to break me?”
I looked at the screen. I had expected the mechanical cock to already be inside me, but for some reason it was only waiting.
“Of course not. A magical girl shouldn’t break from something this mild.”
“What are you even… talking… haah… ha….”
The man who spoke those words stepped closer, as if to say he wasn’t afraid of me at all.
He stroked my thigh.
Strange—just that, and my lower body trembled. My body already knew what was coming next.
Because I had already learned.
“That’s the reaction I taught you. Of course you’d respond like that.”
He smiled cheerfully and wiggled his fingers in front of my face. A sticky pink fluid clung to them, glistening dangerously. A thick, sweet scent rose from it as well….
Why was he showing me this?
…
Ah. No way.
The instant the thought formed, his fingers pushed into my lower lips.
“Hnn…!?”
Coldness came first. He began to move his fingers, gently spreading the fluid inside me. Feeling that hand move made my skin crawl.
Squish. Squish. Squish….
Only those lewd, wet sounds filled the space between us.
It was exactly as if he were churning me open with nothing but his fingers—so thoroughly I almost wondered if he meant to make me climax from fingers alone.
But… luckily, he had the order wrong.
“Heh… haha…♡ I-if you’re… going to do it… with just fingers…♡ you shouldn’t have… put the machine cock… in from the start…♡”
It felt good. Still a little lacking, though. I wanted something inside me. Shameless desires to squirt again rose unbidden.
But this much was fine. The pleasure was still milder than what the cock had given me; if I just held on to my mind, I wouldn’t make a complete fool of myself.
Watching me, the man curled his lips into a sly grin.
“Exactly.”
“Ugh… nnh…♡ Hoo…♡”
“If I’d wanted to finish you with fingers alone, I never would have made you come in the first place.
But look. Now that your pussy knows what real stimulation feels like, it realizes this isn’t enough. It’s biting down on my fingers and won’t let go, begging for more.”
“P-pu… pussy…! D-don’t say…! Ah♡ Ah!?”
“Ah, right. This is the G-spot, isn’t it? Go on—come for me.”
“S-stop…♡ Why…? You’re moving… weaker than yesterday…♡ So why… does it feel… so good…! I’m already…♡ Hnn—!”
A wet spurt. Even though the stimulation was shallower than yesterday, I came again, disgracefully. That strange scent seemed to be stripping away every last scrap of self-control.
“Well then….”
He began moving his fingers again—slowly, ever so slowly, deliberately avoiding the places that felt best.
I tried my hardest not to come, but it was useless. I was climaxing from nothing but his fingers. It wasn’t as intense as the machine cock, yet my body still felt everything.
After about thirty minutes, around the time I gave up counting how many times I’d finished, he finally pulled his fingers free.
“Ugh… nnh…♡ Ha…♡ Haa…♡”
Unlike yesterday, when I had come so hard I lost my mind, my head was still clear. This much… yes, I could endure it.
“Ha… haha…♡ Just… that…?♡ You thought you could… toy with me…? You should… give up…. Give up…!”
Words I couldn’t hold back. But my voice had gone so small and weak that the man seemed amused; he held his fingers out in front of my face.
Thick fluid stretched in sticky strands between them.
I couldn’t believe that had come from inside me.
It was far too lewd….
“Toy with you? I’m giving you my very best.”
“What…?”
“This is only preparation—to make you feel truly good.”
The machine cock stirred. The same machine cock that would force me to keep coming.
The moment it reached my entrance, panic shot through me.
Why was I so sensitive?
It had barely touched me, yet I could feel my womb fluttering open and shut. Deep inside, against my will, it was writhing and chanting cock, cock, I want cock.
“You thought the senses get used to things, didn’t you? A well-loosened pussy only feels more.”
“N-no. Wait…! This is weird—♡”
The machine cock forced my entrance open with a wet schlick and pushed inside.
“Hiiik!?”
I can’t properly describe it, but if I force the words out:
It was the sensation of my mind going completely white.
Feels good, feels good—those were the only thoughts left as my vision blanked out.
“Oh… ho…♡ Nn… hooh…♡”
It was only something thicker than fingers slowly spreading my walls as it slid deeper.
It was only pressing a soft kiss against the mouth of my womb, purely for the sake of toying with me.
So why… did it feel this good…!!
It was only being pushed in gently—why did it feel so good I thought I would go insane…♡
Just from having the cock inside, my lower half kept trying to suck it deeper. Against my will it made wet schlick-schlick sounds, trying to feel the machine cock even more…♡
Why was my pussy trying to memorize the shape of the machine cock, molding itself around it…♡
“Hi… ah… aaa…♡”
That was when it happened. A mask descended and covered my mouth, forcing me to breathe gas that carried the same thick, sweet scent. At first it smelled faintly metallic, but the sweetness that followed smothered everything else.
I could only assume he meant to put my body into heat and make me accustomed to this smell.
At least with the mask on I wouldn’t have to let him hear those disgraceful moans. He seemed to enjoy my voice, so maybe this was better.
But the mask was not the only thing that came down.
A strange blindfold—no, a Visor—covered my eyes and ears.
Total blackness. Inside that darkness my head grew hazy. Little by little I forgot what I was doing, what was being done to me.
The more I forgot reality, the more other memories rose inside my mind.
Memories of lying on the softest bed imaginable, staring at a phone screen while pushing a toy cock into myself.
Memories of how good it felt, of how I kept working that cock in and out with wet, greedy sounds.
The moment I realized that, the black field of vision transformed. Soft, warm crimson light filled a room, and I was there.
Yes—on the same bed that had appeared on the phone screen, wearing a negligee, I lay waiting.
What is this?
The top barely covered my nipples and was translucent enough to show everything underneath—that much I could accept.
But wearing no panties at all, the fabric instead designed to emphasize what was between my legs, was far too strange. It had none of the function of underwear; it was nothing but a scrap of cloth meant to seduce a man so I could get pregnant.
“You’re awake?”
The familiar man looked down at me. The same man who had shoved me into this machine and declared he would make me his.
Only now did I understand: even the masturbation on the bed had been part of his scheme.
“…Yeah. I’m awake.”
“How do you feel?”
“Awful.”
“That’s fine. It’ll change soon.”
“Ha.”
I was speechless.
“No matter what you do, I won’t submit. If you think a little pleasure is enough to take my heart, you’re badly mistaken.”
“I know. But remember this: if you don’t cooperate, you can never leave this place.”
“…So this isn’t reality after all.”
“That’s right. This is the world of your unconscious, where I’ll train you and rewrite your heart. Think of it as a dream if that makes it easier.”
He climbed on top of me and pulled his pants down.
A cock appeared—nothing like the machine version, a living, pulsing cock. It tapped lightly against my entrance.
“Ah…♡”
I already knew this. Of course I did; I had watched it on the bed while I masturbated. I had gotten so wet and felt so good.
I even remembered how the masturbating me had wondered just how good this man’s cock must feel for the girl on the screen to cry out like that.
If this is all his doing… will I end up like the girl on the screen—hips lifting, squirting, moaning, coming over and over?
The future painted itself clearly.
Hips raised, spraying fluid, crying out disgracefully—ohh, nngh—while chasing pleasure.
It would feel good, wouldn’t it…?
“Ugh…♡”
I clenched my teeth.
This will make me feel good. That’s an undeniable fact.
But that doesn’t mean I’ll fall for this man. I’m a magical girl. I must never forget that I’m enduring this to protect Soyeong, who’s being held hostage.
If I just keep holding on, he’ll eventually give up. Then I can save her.
“Hoo…♡ Hoo…♡”
This cock… yes, it’s going to go in.
I can’t move. I can’t run.
To protect Soyeong I have to endure everything this man does. So…
I’ll accept it. I’ll endure it.
“Nn…♡ Haa…♡”
The cock rubbed against my entrance.
I closed my eyes, bracing for the pleasure that was about to come—but contrary to every expectation, that was all.
He simply kept rubbing the tip against me, going nowhere.
“Why… aren’t you putting it in?”
You’re going to put it in anyway. Why aren’t you moving?
“Hurry up and put it in…. Isn’t that what all this was for?”
The man opened his mouth. I couldn’t hear the voice, yet I understood.
“…What? Say ‘put it in’? You pervert bastard…. Die.”
I would never ask for it.
…
……
Under normal circumstances, that is.
This is a trap he prepared. He already said it—if I don’t cooperate I can’t leave this place.
If I just stay silent and endure, I’ll be stuck lying here forever. I won’t even be able to see Soyeong.
So this isn’t something I want. It’s an unavoidable choice—to satisfy him so I can rest.
“Put…”
My heart pounded—from shame, and from the future I could already see.
The moment my mouth moved, the pleasure he had taught me would pierce straight through me. It would invade both body and heart.
The tomboy who had always lived so carelessly… begging for a cock to be put inside her? Unthinkable.
But… I have to.
I have to, if I want to feel good.
“Put it… in.”
I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for the pleasure that would sting my brain….
…Nothing came.
Why? I even overcame the shame and went this far.
The man whispered to me.
“Say ‘Please put it in, Master.’
It’s just words. You know that, right? Until you say it, this situation never ends.
Just close your eyes and say it once.”
Cock.
The cock was touching me right there, yet he wouldn’t put it in.
A cock exists to make me feel good. So why won’t he put it in?
How much more does he need to humiliate me before he’s satisfied?
You’re putting it in because you want to feel good too. Why make me do something like this?
Master?
I can never say that. I absolutely must not. I won’t.
“Hoo. Hoo…♡ Hoo…♡”
I panted hotly.
Cock.
Cock.
If the cock goes in, I can feel good.
My lower belly keeps begging me to ask for it. But how am I supposed to say something so shameful?
“You can’t escape unless you say it anyway.”
My head won’t work.
The future I already know, the lower lips that keep saying they want to feel good, the hazy sweet scent—all of it is driving me insane.
“Soyeong… ah….”
I murmured the name softly.
I won’t break. Your existence is what lets me endure. So watch over me. Support me a little longer.
“Don’t glare at me like that. Even I start to get scared.
You’re still keeping your sanity even after I’ve poured so many aphrodisiacs into you—impressive.
I don’t know why you think this way, but feeling good isn’t a bad thing, is it?”
I shouldn’t listen to him, yet my brain—no longer capable of proper judgment—swallows every word whole.
“It’s better for both of us. Wanting to feel good is a desire everyone has.”
Not a bad thing…?
True enough.
I’m not handing over my heart.
I’m only accepting a cock, feeling it tap against the mouth of my womb, letting my head tingle and my whole body melt.
Just feel it, like he said. If I keep refusing, my mind really will break.
Even with my eyes closed, the image of the cock keeps floating on the inside of my eyelids. That ugly cock. The cock that will go inside me…♡
Put it in. Don’t put it in. Put it in already. You mustn’t put it in.
Why? Feeling good isn’t a bad thing, is it?
It’s just saying the words once. It’s not like he actually becomes my Master, right?
His hand brushed over my breast. Fingers sliding across the soft silk and grazing my nipple made me let out an involuntary “Aaa…♡”
I want to come. I want to come. I want to come…♡
So I have no choice.
“Put…. Please put it in…, Mas…ter.”
Soyeong, I’m not betraying you.
So just this once… forgive me.