Corrupted Holy Maiden Angelica

If one needed cock, one had to show it through action. The thought that had taken root in my unconscious soon drove me to move.

I pressed my lips to the cock that had made me feel so good until now.

The thick scent of cock flooding my mouth numbed my mind, and that only made me bolder.

This was simply repaying a kindness. The Master's cock had pleasured me all this time; now it was my turn to pleasure him. No higher thought was required for the task.

I filled my mouth with the Master's cock and gently licked the cute, slightly protruding tip with my tongue.

Ah… it's twitching. Does that mean it feels good…?

I licked it again and again. It jerked and throbbed, telling me with its own body that this alone was not enough.

Ah, Cock-sama.

The cock that had made me feel so good. The cock that would make me feel good again…

I parted my lips, rounded them into a soft O, breathed a warm hoooh across the tip, and swallowed the head.

I worked my lips around it like a massage, and felt the bead of dew that had gathered at the tip touch my tongue. Gratefully, I licked it up and swallowed it down my throat.

How could I make him feel as good as possible from here?

Pussy and cock both felt good when they went in and out, so I simply did the same. I began to work my throat with everything I had.

Tschub, tschob—the lewd wet sounds rang through my skull. Every time I drove the cock deep, it brushed the back of my throat and sent a strange sensation through me. Even so, I wanted more.

"You surprised me. I thought you were still fighting it."

The hand stroking my hair felt good. The cock filling my mouth felt good.

I could map every contour of this cock perfectly. I wanted it inside me—now.

I remembered how this cock had made my pussy feel so good. Craving that heat again, I shamelessly slipped my fingers into my own pussy while the cock was still in my mouth.

Once, I had imagined Soyeong's hand. If we ever truly became a couple, would her fingers enter me here?

But I no longer needed that. Because I had the Master's cock—the hot cock that always made me feel good.

Squish, squish, squish.

Tschob, chyuup, churup.

I was wetting myself in advance for the cock that would enter me once my service was finished. Every time the cock stabbed deep into my throat, I was only relieving the craving that rose with it.

Yes—I had tried so hard to deny it, but it had truly felt good. The glans scraping my walls, the cock packing my pussy full. My pussy fit this cock so perfectly it felt as though it had been born for it alone.

That was why the Master had cum for me.

For me—plain, tomboyish me, without a shred of feminine charm—he had taught me joy.

"Ngh—I'm cumming."

Please cum, Master.

Pour the proof that my service felt good into me.

Something scalding flooded past my throat. I felt the thick, viscous mass slide down. Only afterward did the dense scent of it reach me.

The Master felt good because of my service…

I swallowed his proof and made ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠it one with me. What would it feel like if that were poured into my womb instead?

The moment I thought it, my womb fluttered with happiness. Yes—you imagined it too, didn't you? The happiness of cock.

Yes. I came. Sucking cock, fingering myself while imagining when it would finally thrust into me—I came from that alone.

Before, I would have called it pathetic and never even tried; I would have only trembled without knowing the pleasure of climax. But now it was different. The Master had taught me joy.

"Pwah…♥"

When I pulled the cock free of my throat, the sweet air of the room mixed with the scent of cock and poured into my lungs.

I craved it. Even with spit dripping obscenely from the corner of my mouth, even with unfocused eyes turned toward the ceiling—something I could never have imagined before—I found myself hungering for the Master's essence in the afterglow of a light climax.

The Master's cock was still throbbing hard. My saliva was all over it, so I cleaned it again. Chyuup, chyuup. The way it twitched was rather cute.

Soon this would be put inside me.

Grateful for that joy, as if offering a prayer, I kissed the tip of his cock.

"Master…♥"

The Master climbed over me. He was magnificent, imposing. Other people would never even think of doing this with me, yet he knew exactly how to make a woman happy.

"Please put it in…"

I reached out. I clung and begged to be held. I spread my legs and arranged myself so the Master could move as freely as he wished. With my eyes I pleaded for his cock to enter the pussy that had grown thick and wet for him over two long weeks.

Perhaps my heart reached him. The Master put it in.

A woman in love is supposed to want to look pretty in front of a man. But I… I could not hold back. I screamed.

"Hyaah—oh, ooh…♥ Master…♥ Master…!"

It was incredible. Please give me more. Please impregnate me. Even if I can't get pregnant, I don't care. Just pour it into me. I love your cock. I love that you look at me. To the one who taught womanhood to the girl who tried so hard to be a boy—I want to give you everything I am.

Give it to me. Your seed! Just as you always have, fill my womb to the brim with your scorching love.

I clenched, clenched, clenched—so the Master's cock would feel as good as possible. He had pleasured me; now I would repay him.

It throbbed and pulsed. That cute little quiver made me imagine it too—

the splendid cock trembling, pouring white seed into me.

"I'm cumming."

I locked my legs around the Master's waist.

"Inside… as deep as you can—cum inside me…!"

As if kissing a lover, he pressed his cock against the mouth of my womb and spurted out the sticky proof of his love.

My womb rejoiced. Body and heart filled with happiness—greater even than when I had held Soyeong's hand.

"Oh… ah… aaahn…♥"

And still the Master did not stop.

"Turn over. Get on all fours."

I understood. Like the Master's pet, I dropped onto all fours and presented my pussy to him.

It was primal and humiliating, but the pleasure rushing toward me swept everything else away.

Was this not the savage mating I had been waiting for—the beast that treated me like an object? His cock pressed hard against my womb again and again. My entrance made wet little kissing sounds as it tried desperately to stay sealed around him.

"Kh…"

The Master groaned. Yes—this was the proof that he loved me. The fact that my body excited him was the act that bound us together…!

"More…♥ Master, please give me more…!"

"Finally being honest, are you? Yes! Moan for me—scream!"

"Ock—ohoh…♥ So deep…♥ Ahang…!"

I cried out for Soyeong, who must have been watching me.

"Look at me…! Watch! Watch me feeling good…♥ Watch me becoming the Master's…♥"

"You go to Hyunwoo—go! I don't need you anymore! All I need is Master…!"

I wondered what expression she was wearing as she looked at me—whether she felt jealousy. Moaning ock, ohohk, feeling how incredible it was, I looked toward Soyeong.

Her face was completely blank. Not a flicker of emotion.

Only then did I understand. Ah—Soyeong had already been captured and something had been done to her. From the very beginning, this had been a trap to catch me.

Once I would have been disgusted. Now it was different.

He wanted me this badly. He wanted to hold me so much he would even do something like this…♥

"I love it, Master, I love it. I love you…♥ Make me feel more…♥"

"Ah—so deep, incredible…♥ Ohohk…♥"

I thought I saw a single tear slide down Soyeong's cheek, but it must have been my imagination. It didn't matter. I felt good right now. Being fucked, being treated like a woman—

The Master seized my breasts.

"These tits, that ass, even the thread of your life—offer them all to me."

"Yes. Yeees♥ So cum in me! Cum! Give me even greater pleasure—!"

It was coming—it came. I'm cumming, I'm cummiiing—

"Oh—hooooh—♥"

I buried my face in the pillow and screamed. Lost entirely in the pleasure the Master gave me, I came again and again until I blacked out.

When I opened my eyes, I was inside some kind of test tube. The situation overlapped with the first time I had ever seen the Master.

But now it was warmer than anywhere else. As long as the Master was watching over me, any place was fine.

Heart's Strength could no longer stand ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠between me and my love for the Master.

"Can you hear me, Rika?"

Yes, Master. I nodded.

Beep-beep—the Master was looking somewhere. At a glance, it seemed my murmured inner thoughts were being displayed.

"I'm going to make a few adjustments now."

Please do whatever you like.

"From this moment on, I intend to make you not a magical girl, but my own woman."

It would be my honor, Master.

"The light that once shone on your womb will now shine on your brooch. And you will wish for it with everything you have. Wish to become mine alone—that no one else is needed."

"Abandon being a magical girl, and fall for me."

Fall…

"Then you will cast ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠aside the old heart that tormented you, and be able to serve me completely as your Master."

What else could possibly matter anymore? I don't need any of it. Please make me yours, Master.

"Good. Beginning now."

The test tube was sealed by walls.

Light touched the brooch. My heart, my instincts, screamed at me not to accept this.

But anything that stood between the Master and me deserved to be discarded. I didn't need it. I desperately wished to accept this light completely.

Heat spread through my entire body.

I felt a voice rising from the brooch, asking what I truly desired.

That was obvious.

I… will become a magical girl for the Master alone.

An unpleasant sound rose as black liquid stretched out from the brooch and wrapped my whole body. Yes—I was becoming a girl who existed solely for the Master.

Even sealing the door was no different from drawing a curtain to protect my shameful dressing.

…Then, make it lewd.

I want more lewd knowledge. I want every scrap of knowledge that will let me please the Master as a woman.

With a heavy clunk, the Visor I had wished for descended. I put it on. Things like tentacles occupied my ear canals.

A ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠sharp current ran through me. In that instant, information flooded my mind.

Lewd knowledge filled me to the brim.

The aesthetics of concealment. How a man's cock becomes erect. Cock, pussy, semen, cunt-juice, cunt-fucking… filthy words bloomed one after another in my head.

I needed clothes that would always keep me heated, so that the moment the Master desired it I could present my pussy. I always had to be desperate. My pussy always had to be wet.

This was the first wedding of my life… so I had to dress as beautifully as possible.

Far away, Hyunwoo reached out a hand. I saw that illusion.

Yes—I had wanted that boy too.

Only now did I understand. The reason this magical-girl outfit looked like a wedding dress was because, somewhere deep down, I had wanted someone to see me as a girl.

But I don't need that anymore. You're the ones at fault for never seeing the real me.

You're the ones at fault for never coming to save me.

You're the ones at fault for never looking at me as a girl.

So I don't need any of you.

"Was it you who lowered the Visor, Lord Dexter?"

"Nay. The Visor descended of its own accord, searched the human's information, and infused it. This is…"

"…Leave it. That magical girl must have wished for it herself."

Before long, a dark violet light leaked through the gaps of the sealed test tube. An intense radiance.

On the status screen, the Corruption Level had already exceeded 100%.

Vreeee—it opened again. The aphrodisiac fluid that had filled the test tube drained away, and the door unlocked.

There stood a woman in an obscenely corrupted wedding dress, her sinisterly glowing sex fully exposed.

"This is the first time I have seen you in this form."

"…Yes. You've been reborn, so you should cast aside your old name and receive a new one—one that belongs to me."

"Your name is Angelica. You are the Corrupted Holy Maiden, Angelica."

"It is my honor. This Angelica shall serve Master with all her heart and soul."

Angelica performed an elegant noble curtsy.

In that moment—without a single order given—Soyeong walked forward and stood before Angelica, staring at her with a blank expression.

I was considering whether a memory wipe would be necessary when Angelica lifted the girl's chin.

"I loved you, Soyeong. This is… a confession I never managed to make before."

She kissed her softly. Chuk, chyuup—the wet sound of tongues mixing carried all the way to where I stood.

Angelica soon pulled away. Even though it had been a lover's kiss, her expression was cold. When the string of saliva between them broke, she raised her hand—

Slap—

and struck Soyeong across the cheek.

"And this is for abandoning me and running off to that boy."

"…"

"Don't worry. Not a single grain of feeling for you remains."

Then, with haughty grace, she walked past her, came close to me, and wound her arms around my neck.

"Ah… Master, may I serve you afterward? For your sake, I have learned so very many things."

She said it while looking up at me with lewd eyes full of love.

I hadn't expected her to go quite this far.

Uncertain what to do, I glanced at the elf and the tentacle fellow, but both wore thoroughly unimpressed expressions.

In the end, I nodded.

"Thank you, Master. Come—let us go to the room where you trained me."