The Overripe Virgin
"Ghhk... my body... it won't move...!!"
"It's no use. I had the system set up so I could inject drugs just in case, but I never imagined I'd be pumping in a lethal dose and flipping the switch in under five minutes..."
Listening to the situation outside, I felt the jarring gap between my body moving on reflex and the Witch's desperate voice — and after her nipples, I set my sights on her pussy.
Schliiiick♥
From Topaz's pussy, true to a world of fiction, there had never been even a hint of that damp, funky, realistic human smell. It had bloomed with a fragrance like flowers, as if I had become a bee. From the Witch's pussy came a musky, thoroughly realistic cunt-smell.
Having tasted only Topaz, I felt a flicker of revulsion — the way a foreigner does the first time they encounter cheonggukjang, that pungent fermented soybean stew. The thought of burying myself in there, coming, then sucking it all back out along with the Black Mana that would gather in the semen made my insides lurch.
Chicken coop...
I would be lying if I said a realistic smell wasn't, in its own way, even filthier and hotter. But it was a strange feeling, like going out to eat and accidentally glimpsing a restaurant kitchen so filthy your appetite just dies. And when I thought about homemade cooking — Topaz — being such a clean dish in such a clean kitchen, my appetite shrank even further. Sure, sometimes you crave junk food. But for a baby tentacle like me, that cheonggukjang funk was still too much to handle.
Sluurp, shlick♥
I stirred around inside her pussy the way a kid pokes at a side dish he doesn't want to eat, fussily turning his chopsticks this way and that. Her cunt chewed at the tentacle with a sticky, hungry little mouth, as if she had been starving for cock, and I had to admit that shoving it in would probably feel pretty good.
Ah, screw it. Let's just get this over with.
I wanted this done so I could scrub myself raw and then figure out some way to talk Topaz into sensory-deprivation play. I shut my eyes and carefully eased my cock inside.
Pssh♥ Flurrrp♥
It clung so tightly I could have sworn I was pushing into a virgin, flesh parting around me — and yet, because she was overripe, the canal went slack in places and could not hold a complete vacuum. The insertion fluttered and puffed like a queef, and I felt a sensation I had no words for. I had known, as trivia, that every woman's vaginal texture was different. I had not expected it to be this different. And then something fragile, a thin membrane, stopped my cock cold.
...?
In the midst of that loose, unspringy grip, it was the one place that could still clamp down like a virgin's — the feel of an overripe pussy that had never been broken in. Every piece of the puzzle snapped into place.
This Witch had been a virgin!!
Shuuunk♥
Pssh♥ Flurrrble♥ Pshhhhhh...♥ Flrt♥
The instant I knew, I redlined it and slammed all the way to her womb, and a harmony of climax-squirting and vaginal farts began to play. Now that I knew she was a virgin, even the smell I had flinched from felt nostalgic, deep and mellow, and I could almost touch a philosophy of the body's owner. I could feel her desperate wish to somehow train this loose canal and tighten it for her future husband, her submission and affection toward the man who had not yet come.
Ah. So that was why intention mattered so much — in fiction, in cooking, in everything.
Alone with my little enlightenment, I cheerfully pounded her pussy.
Flrt, flurrr♥ Schlick♥ Flurrrble♥ Squish♥
Brrrrble♥ Pshhhh...♥ Drriiiip♥
But age, it seemed, could not be hidden. Compared to Topaz's vigorous climax-squirt pressure-cutter, this was like watching someone piss — no, like incontinence, a thin trickle running out of her. It was pitiful, and at the same time unbearably lovely, this proof that she had treasured her purity for the prince who would one day take her away.
Byuurt♥ Byurrrrt♥
Kyuuut♥ Kyuuung♥
The urge to come rolled in and I did not hold it back. Her canal clamped down as if she would not let a single drop of semen escape — and even so, it ran out of her helplessly.
Knnnnh♥ Kooook♥
Her insides squeezed with a piteous, frantic tightness, trying to salvage even a little of what was leaking away.
Ah, don't you worry.
Byurrrrt!!
Kyung♥ Kyung♥ Kyuuung♥ Kyung♥ Kyung♥
Faced with that enormous load, she clenched over and over at a rate of dozens of times a second, like a bug had triggered, broadcasting nothing but joy.
Ohh... if this keeps up, I might not even need to suck it out myself...?
"Ngh?! Wh-what is this!!"
The Witch, who had been thrashing in place, seemed to sense that something was wrong. Her voice jumped.
"The Black Mana...? Why is it gathering against my will...!! What the hell are you doing?!"
A shame — the paralysis still had not worn off. I was dying to see her go oogh♥ under a wave of pleasure once it did, but I had not finished remodeling her body yet. I decided to work fast before the drugs let go.
All right then. The Black Mana's gathered up nicely. Time to scrape it out.
I reshaped the cock-tentacle into something better for scraping semen free. The tip went thinner; the rounded flare of the glans went fatter. In Topaz's case her pussy had clenched so plump and greedy, determined to keep every drop, that the only way to get it out had been to suck. This overripe, one-step-from-the-scrapyard, sloppy virgin pussy was already drooling semen in strings. A light scrape would probably do it.
Shluuck.
"Guh?! S-stop that!! M-my Black Mana!! The power That Person gave me...!!! How dare you!!!"
Thud. Thud!
Her arms must have come back, because the sensation of the Black Mana leaving her stripped away every last scrap of composure. She hammered the lid of the box in a frantic, desperate rhythm — but a Witch with no mana and no nothing had only the strength of an ordinary adult woman. She was not going to smash a steel box, and she was not getting out.
Pshuuut♥ Kyung♥ Kyuuung♥ Kyung♥
Her pussy, meanwhile, had no idea how its owner felt. It only sprayed love-juice and clenched around my cock with modest, wifely devotion, as if I were the husband she had been waiting for. The gap between the body and the Witch's reaction was delicious.
Spurred on by that reaction, I slammed the remodeled cock back in. She came, and as the cock robbed her of semen with the mercilessness of a man kicking away her last chance at pregnancy, her pussy clenched even tighter than before, as if it were begging.
Sorry, but you're disqualified.
I kept scraping without a shred of mercy for that pleading cunt. Before long — exhausted, or simply giving up — she twitched faintly, accepted her fate, and expelled every last drop.
Hmm... I came that much and pulled that much out, and there's still a little left.
Even after extracting a considerable amount of Black Mana, I could still feel it inside her.
"Nnh... i-is it over? Hh... heheheh... That's right. No matter what you do, That Person's power..."
She muttered it like a prayer, like she needed it to be true, and I found myself looking forward to the face she would make when I pulled the Black Mana out of her again. Once the paralysis wore off completely — once she had been stripped of every drop of the Black Mana she held so precious, once I had wrecked the milk-holes in her nipples wide enough to fuck and turned her pussy and asshole into complete rags — I was extremely curious what kind of reaction I would get.
Kyung? Kyuuuuut♥
That stupid body, which still had no idea how its owner felt, welcomed the cock back in and clenched down with a desperation that was almost tragic. I was not a kind enough tentacle to show mercy to a criminal's pussy. I repeated a piston meant for nothing but coming, and came again. I waited for the Black Mana to gather in the semen. Then I scraped it out.
"Ah... aaah!! I-I'm begging you!! Please!! If I lose even this... I won't have anything left!!"
A wretched howl reached me, but it did not matter. Witches and villains, whatever sob story the original gave them, were 99.9 percent complete pieces of shit. I did not feel a shred of pity. This was the same woman who had pumped Black Mana into Topaz. That alone left no room for sympathy.
I kept at it, and as the Black Mana drained away her reactions thinned out, as if she were sinking into despair. I started to get bored. After I had repeated the cycle about five times, I could not feel a single speck of Black Mana left in her body.
On top of that, I had thrust so much that the pussy I had taken the virginity of only today was stretched too wide to close. It gaped, fluttering, a thoroughly ruined mess. A satisfying sight — but I had a feeling the result would be even more satisfying once I had wrecked her nipples and asshole too. I was just about to stop admiring my work and get back to thrusting when the Doctor's voice carried in.
"So the source of her regeneration really was the Black Mana. I was reducing the drug dosage according to how much Black Mana she expelled... but there's no sign of her recovering at all."
Beep... bee-beep...
A machine chimed as the Doctor worked some kind of control.
"Tsk. She went quiet, so I thought she'd given up — but she was just doped to the gills. I'll have to administer the antidote... wonder if she'll last until it works, or if she'll go into shock and die midway. Still a lot of information to extract."
"Eh..."
"Topaz, I know you've got a soft heart, but if she dies it's just a shame, that's all. Don't feel sorry for her. According to the investigation, the Magical Girls and Heroes she's killed alone number in the double digits, and if you add civilians and the ones eroded by Black Mana... you already know. And you were a victim yourself, so why are you looking at her like that?"
"...Yeah. I guess it can't be helped."
The Doctor's remark about dying of shock sent me into a brief think. By her own account this woman had no grounds to complain if she dropped dead — but there was still information to extract. I still had unfinished business with her myself. I decided to put in a little effort.
I absolutely had to see the look on her face when the paralysis wore off and she got a load of her own transformed body.
I was not about to miss the alpha and omega of sensory-deprivation play. True to tentacle form, I headed for the womb.
Instinct is screaming...! Save the host...!
The same instinct that had always helped me seemed to have registered the danger to my host — my home — and it took the lead, driving my movements to protect the house I lived in.
Shluuurrrp.
Unlike the moist, springy feel of slipping into Topaz's womb, I traveled a dank, clammy passage and arrived at the uterus. Then, following instinct, I formed the same kind of needle I used when I made milk come in and drove it into the uterine wall. A sense of unity bloomed through me, as if a fetus and a mother had just been joined.
Through the needle I drew the tentacle out into a thread and sent my strands through the Witch's entire body, rooting like a plant.
Ohh... I really feel like a parasite.
Work that should have been a nightmare of antibodies and rejection turned out to be trivially easy. She was slathered in every paralytic drug imaginable; even her heartbeat had started to slow. Sinking roots into a body like that was nothing.
This bastard instinct... was it not that she was in danger? Was it just in a hurry because, right now, I could burrow through her whole body without a fight...?
I seized the Witch's body so easily I had to wonder whether my instinct had simply been licking its chops at a disarmed, succulent host, and not sounding an alarm for her life at all. I took over the metabolism that had been running on autonomic nerves — the heartbeat and the rest — helped the circulating antidote spread, and induced urination so the toxins could be flushed out.
Shhhhh♥ Brrrrrt♥
"Nnhhh.... nnh?♥ Wh-what... what is this feeling...♥"
The Witch, who had been hanging limp, snapped back to herself all at once. She did not even seem to remember passing out. As the paralysis lifted, an unknown pleasure crashed over her like a tsunami, and terror came with it.
Ohh... I can feel the Witch's thoughts, to some degree... how fascinating.
"Nnh?! Wh-what is this!! Who's there!! Get out of my head!!!"
"Tsk. The detox was going well, so I let my guard down — is this delirium?"
The Witch had clearly felt me. The Doctor, on the other hand, seemed to think it was nothing but a drug-induced psychotic break.
Don't resist. Accept it.
"Nnh?! D-don't—!! O-oogh?♥ Hnnnngh!!!♥ Ogoogh!!!!!♥♥♥♥"
Pshaaaaaaaa!!♥
Unlike the incontinence-trickle she had been leaking before, she now loosed a vigorous squirt, as if she had been rejuvenated on the spot — and with that climax she nosebled and fainted dead away.
A shame she passed out without ever getting a look at her own ruined pussy. But one way or another —
Sensory-deprivation play: complete.