Please Insert It, Master
Magical Girl Rika.
Her mind had flickered out and back on more times than she could count.
The moment she grasped reality again, she was lying in a bed.
An actual bed, in the most literal sense. She had been on an operating table with nothing but a machine cock shoved into her — she had no idea when she had been moved here. No handcuffs. Nothing else seemed to be restraining her movement either.
Was she really back in the real world? Had she been released from their grasp?
She looked down at herself. Magical girl outfit. Thankfully, this time it was real.
Finally. These bastards got careless.
She vowed to thrash free the second she could and, out of habit, began gathering her magic. Instantly, a heavy pressure slammed into her lower abdomen — as if a fist had driven straight into her belly — and she crumpled without meaning to.
Hot. The sensation of being right on the edge of climax flooded her so hard she couldn't even breathe.
"Ugh… uuugh…♥"
She curled in on herself and gasped for air, the feeling so familiar it was as if she had lived through it hundreds of times already. The memory of someone holding her whenever she became unable to move like this — that had to be her imagination.
Would waiting like this eventually bring her any peace? She forced herself to try sitting up. If she could just get past that door, some chance of escape would open up. All she had to do was take Soyeong and get out.
Then she heard footsteps. And some part of her heart she barely understood was glad to hear them.
"Awake?"
That disgusting man. And yet that voice alone made her heart race.
"Master?"
"Yeah. I'm here."
"…? Huh?"
What had she just said? Had she really called a man like that Master?
She sucked her lips in. Looking at that face felt strangely welcome.
She was supposed to find him revolting. He was the one who had ordered her dragged into this evil organization. He was the one who had claimed he would take her and then treated her like a toy.
So why did I call him Master? Why… does my heart go completely insane just looking at him?
Master came closer.
"Looks like the disgust toward me is gone too. Your conditioning really did run deep."
"W-who the hell said that…!"
She was sitting demurely on the bed when he set a hand on her head and stroked her hair.
The scent of his skin reached her. A fragrance that made her feel good.
The veins climbing his forearm, the lean muscle — that attractive hand smoothed her hair into place. Then it moved, tousling her locks into a mess.
It felt unpleasant. And she liked it. She even felt a sense of security, wanting to stay just like this a little longer.
How desperately must she have longed for Master, to meet him even in her dreams? Why had she dreamed of Master protecting her?
…This was wrong.
She clenched her teeth and slapped his hand away.
Her heart ached.
Master — no, this man — was the first man who had ever protected her. The one who had appeared in front of her when she was suffering. Just like now. A part of her even wondered if there was some other reason she had been brought here.
Protect me…?
"Ugh…!"
Her head hurt. Snap out of it. She had to properly distinguish what she had experienced as real and what was fake. If she didn't, that man would steal her heart away completely.
But… all of it felt good, didn't it?
She had never known being held in someone's arms could feel that wonderful. She had always thought the idea of wanting to stay held forever was just empty romance-novel fluff.
Right. I've completely lost my mind…
She wanted to throw herself into his arms.
That embrace looked so warm and safe that just being held might be enough to soothe the throbbing in her womb.
She simply… liked him.
She had clearly hated him, and somehow she had come to like him. It felt as if her own heart was about to slip beyond her control.
Dream and reality had tangled into a mess. She had started thinking of everything that had happened with him as romance, and mistaking this racing heartbeat for love.
Another fracture split through her Heart's Strength.
There was no way she could refuse love, and no reason to reject it either. Love was the very foundation of a woman's heart.
People said you smile because you love, and cry because you love, didn't they?
Even so. Even so, not yet. She couldn't do this. Soyeong was waiting…
In the middle of her hesitation, the man shrugged.
"Fine. I misjudged."
…
…Huh?
"To still come back to your senses after everything I've done… Looks like I won't be able to break you after all. I'll have to find another method."
"Ha… haha. Hahaha… Right, then get me out of—"
"I was going to, originally. But I'm a little busy. Don't have much time to spare on you."
He turned his back.
"Where are you going? Where are you going…!"
"To take care of something."
Without leaving so much as a scrap of interest behind — without even putting his cock in her — he walked out of the room.
And just like that, two weeks passed.
How had it come to this?
Right. She had been trying to save Soyeong. That man had used Soyeong to threaten her. She had been force-fed happiness without end, and she had learned pleasure.
All that talk about claiming her and so on… it must have been true. While she was being trained with pleasure, she had roughly figured it out from the sticky way he looked at her.
Soyeong… Soyeong…!
Day by day, she grew more vulgar.
She started plunging her fingers into her pussy with crude motions she never would have used before. Her body screamed for pleasure to be returned to it, and that hunger never stopped.
A heat in her body that would not be relieved.
No matter how much she put in, no matter how hard she thrust, it never came close to the pleasure that man had taught her. She was left abandoned without ever properly climaxing.
Why? Why won't you let me come!!
The toy cock left in the room could never satisfy her. She thrust and thrust and thrust… and still, only that man filled her thoughts.
Even with her eyes closed, it rose up. That man's large, beautiful cock. She wanted him to put it in her just one more time.
Like that strange dream where he had saved her — she wanted him to come back, sit her down, and gently push it inside.
"So. Is that working for you?"
"Hyeek?!"
She had been so absorbed in thrusting it into herself that she had no idea when he had come in.
His face was supposed to disgust her. Seeing it again, she was so glad she could barely stand it. No — she had been longing for this man the entire time…
The instant his scent rode the air to her, she felt her womb rejoice. Thump, thump, thump-thump — her heart raced like a girl fallen in love.
Just looking at him was enough. She came, lightly.
"Haa…♡"
Still riding the afterglow, she gazed up at him, her face burning. The moment she tried to turn her head away, she saw the other person standing behind him.
It was Soyeong.
"…!?!?"
She yanked the blanket up in a panic. She didn't want Soyeong to see her like this — this disheveled mess.
"I'll say this first — I haven't done a thing to the hostage, so don't worry."
"…Then hurry up and let us go."
"Sure, I can let you go… but are you really okay with that?"
"With what."
"Your body. You're going to have to live like that for the rest of your life."
"…"
For a moment, she hesitated.
Escaping this man and living with Soyeong. That was what she had wanted so desperately — so why was she… feeling regret?
But she… she would not be toyed with by the likes of them.
"You're… letting us go… right?"
Even as she said it, it felt strange. She was supposed to say it with certainty, but her heart was still wavering.
A little more.
A little more.
She wanted to feel good.
She didn't want to stay like this, unable to come.
"No."
"Why…!!"
"You still can't let go."
"Let me… go, damn it!!"
He stepped closer. The thicker his scent became, the harder it was to endure. She was already soaked down there, unpleasantly wet. She wanted cock.
But she could see it. What he was trying to show her.
He was telling her to give up Soyeong, standing right there.
"Does that even… make any sense…!?"
"Soyeong already gave up on you."
Her words died in her throat.
"While you were playing magical girl, while you were throwing everything you had into crushing monsters — Soyeong and Hyunwoo both gave up on you. What do you think the two of them were doing without you?"
"Shut… up…"
"If Soyeong and Hyunwoo had truly liked you, truly loved you — wouldn't they have fought by your side?
Why was I the only one who saved you?"
…
"Pleasure, you see, is something you can only obtain by giving something up.
You know that already. You were able to come because you abandoned your Heart's Strength.
You were able to feel good over and over because you abandoned your shame.
The last thing you have to abandon is that pathetic little heart of yours."
She—
"If you truly don't want this, then walk out that door."
"…You mean that?"
"I do. But."
He poked the brand on her lower abdomen — the one glowing a deep violet.
"Don't think for a second that once you leave this place, you'll still be able to feel pleasure."
…Right.
She already knew. This body had been thoroughly pickled. Her mind had already learned pleasure. She had no choice but to submit to this man.
If that cock were thrust into her, she would have no choice but to cry out like a bitch in heat.
She looked at the door. She really…
"Are you sure you're fine walking out like this?"
Am I really fine walking out like this?
She…
"The likes of… you. The likes of a bastard like you…"
Her vision blurred.
He wiped away the tears as they fell.
"Never… never—"
Her womb convulsed. She wanted this man to fill the emptiness there. Her body was telling her to fawn over him, to beg him to put his cock inside her.
If she were held in Master's arms and filled with his cock — how happy would she be?
"Haa… ha… hh…♡"
She couldn't stop imagining it. That scene she had lived through hundreds of times — she was about to experience it for real. Cock pushed into her pussy. Her pussy, taken.
"…Ugh♡"
Put it in.
Make me come.
Teach me a woman's joy.
Let me feel that pleasure that makes my head go white again.
Treat me like a woman. Make me your woman…!
"Ugh…"
…
…But.
She looked at Soyeong.
"Well, of course. We're childhood friends."
"We're in this together!"
Soyeong's gentle words. That warm smile. They rose up in her mind.
In that instant, her head cleared.
It felt as if she had slipped free of everything binding her. Liberation. The heat that had been tormenting her cooled all at once. Distanced from that physical craving, she could finally face the situation she was in.
She understood, with absolute clarity, that this man had been toying with her heart.
"Get out. Right now. Stop… playing with my heart.
I am Rika…! The magical girl who will rescue Soyeong from you Benelov bastards…! Don't you dare think the likes of you will ever take my heart!!
Mas… no. No matter how much you torment me — as long as Soyeong and Hyunwoo are with me, I will never! Never hand my heart over to you!!"
In that moment, something was shoved in front of her face.
A cock.
"Ah… ah…"
Thick. Imposing. Veins snaking every which way, bumpy and grotesque — and precisely because of that, the cock that made her feel so good.
Master's cock. Cock. Cock…
A deep inhale — thick, sweet scent.
Her womb dropped with a heavy thud.
"Ha… haah. Ha…"
She parted her lips like a bitch in heat and panted hot breath.
The scent of cock punched through her nose and soaked into her brain, and everything came flooding back. How good this cock had made her feel.
How much this man had loved her.
All those countless hours — thrusting into herself in her dreams, getting off on toy cocks, coming endlessly on machine cocks, calling him Master, being held by Master — raced past in a single instant.
"Ah—♥"
The memory of coming dozens, hundreds of times on countless imitations of this cock.
The cock that had made her feel so good was right in front of her.
She heard her Heart's Strength splitting apart.
Master's love came flooding in.
There was no reason to refuse.
She simply accepted it.
Her lower abdomen glowed red.
A signal that she had taken Master's heart completely into herself — as if a wedding ring had just been slipped onto her finger.
She came, lightly.
…Ah.
So that was it.
Making her call him Master hadn't been because he wanted to be called that.
He truly had been her Master all along.
The one who had taught her a woman's joy. The one who had given her pleasure that neither Hyunwoo nor Soyeong ever could. The Master she would marry without a second thought…
Heart's Strength — completely broken.
Accepting it brought a strange peace. Everything she had done until now felt meaningless. If Soyeong had just come with her, she never would have been captured in the first place.
If Soyeong had become a magical girl and stayed by her side, she never would have been taken as a hostage. The reason Rika had become like this — it was all Soyeong's fault.
So thank you.
For making me this way.
For teaching me a woman's joy.
In the midst of overwhelming liberation, she opened her mouth.
"Soyeong… I don't need her. I'll give her up, Master…
I don't need anything else. As long as I have you, Master… that's enough…
Please… insert it…"