A Woman's Joy
"Hwaaaaah—♡"
My body no longer felt like my own.
As his cock drove deep inside me, my pussy clenched around it. An unconditional reflex reared its head — the desperate need to wring something out of that thing buried in me.
Something in my heart seemed to crack. A faint fracture ran through my Heart's Strength. The moment whatever had been holding back my joy weakened with a soft snap, the pleasure came into sharper focus.
The head of his cock scraped along my inner walls, rubbing and stroking the sweetest spot high inside me until I felt good all over.
"Ahng♡ Aaaah♡ Haaang…♡"
"How does it feel right now? Tell me!"
Nothing was more humiliating than Master. But this much was fine. I could say it.
"It feels…! G-good…!"
"More!"
"It feels good, good…♡ So good!!"
"Where does it feel good!?"
"Down there, down there…♡"
"Your pussy!"
"My pussy feels good…♡ Ahng, aaaah…♡"
Right. This man had taught me, hadn't he? Feeling good wasn't a bad thing.
The only bad thing was this man himself. His cock — the pleasure his cock poured into me — that wasn't bad at all. So I didn't have to hold back my voice.
More. I wanted more.
"Listen carefully. Feels good, doesn't it? Doesn't it feel good!"
"Yeah, y-yeah♡ It feels so gooood…♡"
"You don't need anything except feeling good. Understand? Nothing else matters except feeling good!"
"Don't… need anything…♡ Ahng♡ Hnn…♡"
"Throw away everything that gets in the way of cumming!"
"Throw it away…♡ I have to throw it away…♡"
"Because only then can you feel good!"
"Ahng♡ Haaaang—♡"
I don't need anything except feeling good.
I have to throw away whatever stops me from cumming.
My heart rejected it, but my thoughts were something else entirely. My body trembled under the pleasure being poured into me. The way this cock jabbed and stabbed was too much — it stripped me of any right to refuse.
As the pleasure carved itself into me, this man's words carved themselves into my mind right alongside it.
Feeling good isn't a bad thing. So… I have to throw away anything that gets in my way…
"Good girl…! Here it comes — take it! This is a woman's joy!"
His cock sped up. Wet, filthy sounds filled the air — schlick, schlick, squelch, squelch…♡ — until my head was nothing but pleasure.
Once, I would have refused. Now, I accepted it.
This feeling good.
This pleasure.
Everything he was teaching me.
A woman's joy, just as it was…!
Make me feel good. Blow my mind away…!
"C-cumming♡ I'm cumming♡ I'm gonna cum…♡ Nnh, oh, ooooh—♡"
Spurt, spuuurt—
As I squirted out the proof of my pleasure, I felt a heat flooding into my womb.
Thick, rich, and so warm it brought a sense of calm all by itself…♡
Ah…. So this was the pleasure a woman could feel.
A little… more. I want to taste a little more…
The moment I thought it, my lower belly clenched tight. As if there was still more to squeeze out of him, I gripped his cock in slow, deliberate pulses.
Even that alone made my body shiver lightly. If he started moving again like this, it would feel so good. No — I wanted him to move.
You're bad, but your cock is good…♡
The instant that thought crossed my mind, it was as if someone had flipped a power switch in my brain. My consciousness went black. And then—
Click. Ziiiii—
The screen displaying the magical girl's dream made a soft sound and went dark, like an old CRT television switching off.
"What exactly are you planning?"
The elf, Sinistra, asked. Beside her, Dexter's tentacled head was writhing in a peculiar way — almost as if he found the whole thing entertaining.
"People, as a rule, try to maintain their current state. When faced with something entirely new, they tend to put up psychological barriers."
"Put another way — once they get past that first experience, they grow accustomed to it, and the next time becomes much easier."
"What an inconvenient species."
"Please call us complex."
The screen flickered back on.
There, the scene we had just watched was playing out all over again.
"From here on, I'm going to repeat this situation over and over until she says Master. Again and again. Until that woman looks at me and calls me Master out of pure habit."
"When information enters the deep unconscious paired with pleasure, a person has no way to refuse it."
On the screen, the magical girl was clearly changing — just a little, but unmistakably.
At first she hesitated. But the more the cycle repeated, the more the word Master stamped itself into her mind like a television commercial. That word, nested deep in her unconscious, was being trained into her alongside the pleasure.
Sometimes she shouted it through her shame.
Torment her a little longer, and she turned obedient.
Sometimes she begged in a voice thick with lust.
After a few dozen repetitions, all resistance to calling him Master had vanished. Every time his cock thrust into her, she came crying out Master♡, Master♡.
This was Pavlov's dog.
Boil her like this another two or three hundred times, and even the psychological resistance would dissolve. Call him Master, and she'd go into heat. That was the idea.
"As expected — only one's own kind truly understands."
"Sinistra, on that particular point, you and I get along rather well."
"Tsk."
She clicked her tongue, but the elf showed no real sign of being offended.
"Well then… I'd like to hear what comes next."
What came next was, in truth, quite simple.
"Right now, this is all taking place in the deep unconscious, isn't it? Next, I'll have her experience it in a semi-awakened state."
"Experience what?"
"The emotion called love."
The two of them looked at each other and tilted their heads. Expressions of incomprehension. Dexter, of course, didn't really have an expression to begin with.
Well. They could just watch and see.
On the surface she played the rough tomboy, but deep down she was every bit the girlish girl.
Click. Ziiiii—
One week since I'd escaped that damn Benelov.
…Or so it seemed.
I couldn't remember clearly. Whenever I tried to force the memories, my head went foggy and I couldn't think straight.
Fortunately, it seemed I'd managed to escape with Soyeong. The problem was everything after that.
"Damn it — I can't… get any power…!!"
Monsters were flooding the streets in real time. Things that once wouldn't have been worth a single punch from me — and here I was, ducking into an alley to avoid them. Pathetic didn't even begin to cover it.
Ugh, damn it. Every time I tried to use my magic, my womb burned so hot I couldn't move my body properly.
Right. This State Fixation Brand seemed to lock my magical energy state as well, so I couldn't gather much of anything.
I was just a girl whose appearance had changed a little, with a slightly stronger punch. Nothing more, nothing less.
"Soyeong's… okay, right?"
For a city where she could live in peace — come on, Rika. Push a little harder.
In that moment, an explosion roared. I looked up in shock to see dust and debris raining down from a building's outer wall.
And then, falling through it — two monsters. They flanked me front and back, long claws already raised.
"You bastards… how did you even know where I was…! Ah—!?"
A falling chunk of debris must have done something to my leg — it wouldn't move. I needed to get out of here.
I had no choice but to grip my wand. All or nothing. What was the worst that could happen — I'd die?
"Come on, then. You bastards."
I swung the wand as threateningly as I could. Whether they'd faced me before or not, they hesitated — then lunged in staggered timing.
I gathered just a flicker of magical energy into the wand. Any more than that and my whole body would tingle so badly I couldn't move at all.
I compressed the gathered mana into a tiny blade and swung it at the one charging me.
Good — one down—!
I spun lightly and swung the wand again — and the compressed mana scattered apart.
"Shit—"
The word came out as pure spinal reflex, and I watched the claws sweeping toward me. No magic left. At this rate, they would cut straight through.
For an instant, Hyunwoo flashed before my eyes. He was reaching a hand out toward me. Come on, it said. Take my hand.
I started to reach back without thinking — and someone brushed past me. Soyeong….
Her smiling face looked so happy it almost hurt.
The two of them joined hands, shared a light kiss, and walked off together into a street full of bright light.
Ah.
Ahh.
Why won't you take me with you?
Why do only the two of you get to be happy…?
My vision blurred. I couldn't see properly. I was about to die — so why was I seeing this?
As the hazy shape of death closed in, I closed my eyes.
— Clang!
The sound came after.
When the pain never arrived and I opened my eyes, the one standing in front of me was Master.
…Some instinct tried to register that something was wrong, but it lasted only a moment.
"Are you hurt anywhere?"
Because I could see that solid, reliable back — the one protecting me as I lay fallen.
Hyunwoo and Soyeong, who never came to save me, crossed my mind. It was a nasty thought, but — did they even know how hard I was struggling?
To shake off the noise in my head, I opened my mouth.
"…Why did you come all the way out here? To drag me back?"
Originally, the world had run on a simple system: monsters that ate people for energy, and magical girls who protected people and destroyed those monsters.
Then, at some point, combatants different from the monsters had suddenly appeared in our world. I'd gone out thinking it was another monster outbreak, only to find Benelov operatives waiting — and that had been the start of this cursed connection.
"Drag you back? I have no idea what you're talking about."
"What?"
"I came because you were in danger. To save you."
"…."
"I told you, didn't I? That I want to make you mine. So of course — saving you when you're in trouble is my job, isn't it?"
The logic was twisted. Master had done unspeakable things to me under the banner of claiming me as his own — and now he'd chased me all the way here just to protect me? It made no sense.
…Master?
Why am I calling that man Master…
A hand settled on top of my head. Warm, somehow reassuring, it began to stroke my hair.
"You've been through a lot. Leave the rest to me."
That solid back.
A sense of security I'd never felt from Hyunwoo washed over me. The thought that Master was protecting me made my heart start pounding — thump, thump.
A breeze stirred. He must have pushed himself hard to get here; a faint trace of sweat mixed into the air.
The moment I caught that scent — a little musky, a little sweet — my thoughts stopped cold.
Just before, my heart had been racing from Master's kindness. Now it was my womb that was racing — thump, thump.
I couldn't understand why. I'd only smelled him. So why was I getting this desperate?
"U-ugh…?"
Something was wrong.
I had to wake up.
Instinct was screaming at me. You can't stay like this. But I had no idea what "this" even meant.
The sky tilted.
"Are you all right?"
Master rushed over and pulled me into his arms.
His scent.
That sweet, intoxicating fragrance rising from every part of Master's body slammed into my brain.
"Nnh, uh. Ha…♡ Oh…♡"
I clung to him, pathetic. The more I held on, the more the scent poured in. The sensations Master had taught me were waking back up. The feeling good. And the feeling of cumming.
In that instant, my womb felt it on its own — a peak of pure happiness.
Nothing had been put inside me. And yet I received the full happiness of being filled—
"Nnh, uh, oh…♡ Hooo…♡"
Spurt — and I shamefully gushed water. I'd cum, just like that, from almost nothing.
Right. This was another sensation Master had taught me. Nothing to be afraid of. Just a feeling you were supposed to feel.
Feeling good wasn't a bad thing.
But the fact that I can't understand any of this — that's real.
The scent coming off Master was driving me insane. My head wouldn't turn over. Even so, I had to think.
Had I always been this kind of person? Was I doing something wrong?
Accept it as it is? Me? Something is seriously wrong here.
The tattoo on my lower belly — Master made that too. Right. I need to confront him about this.
I clutched my foggy head and forced myself to push Master away. Wiping the disgracefully slack expression off my face, I clung to what was left of my reason and opened my mouth.
Or rather — I tried to.
"Right. Once really wasn't going to be enough, was it."
Master said something I couldn't understand, and snapped his fingers.
That alone was enough. My consciousness sank.
A dream.
Yes — it felt like I was trapped in a vicious dream.
Faintly remembered, the same situation repeating over and over.
Short on magic, I would inevitably face danger somewhere, sometime — and every time, the one who came to help me was never Hyunwoo or Soyeong.
It was Master.
Yes. Across countless scenes of Master saving me, I found myself thinking, without meaning to—
That being protected felt better than protecting someone else.
That entrusting my body to someone could feel this safe, this comfortable.
That on a battlefield where I could lose my life, the back of the person shielding me looked far better than forcing myself to fight for others.
…Ah.
I think it.
If I had truly wanted to become a boy, the magic would have granted that. But that damn wand had transformed me into something that looked like I was wearing a wedding dress.
Why?
Why, lately… instead of thinking of Soyeong first, had I started thinking of Hyunwoo?
What was it that I actually wanted?
…I tried not to force the thought.