♪~ Topaz's Ecstatic Healing Session
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Whether it was the Dark Mana or just her mood running wild, Topaz looked far too pleased with herself, humming a little tune as she sat there. Beside her, a Magical Girl trembled so hard it was almost pitiful, doing her best to knit Topaz's wounds back together.
"Mm! All better now. Thanks, Mercury~"
"Ah—ah...! Y-you know my name...!"
Tens of minutes of treatment had passed without a single outburst, and Mercury's nerves finally unclenched. Her silver ponytail swished like a puppy's wagging tail as she launched, bright-eyed, into a breathless ramble.
"I-I was a fan!! And this time you went up against an irregular that uses Dark Mana and you still look this perfectly fine...! I feel like such an idiot for being even a little scared!!"
"Mm~ is that so."
Mercury chattered on, utterly oblivious to the way Topaz's expression was cooling by the second — the look of a woman who was getting thoroughly sick of all this talking.
That was when Red stepped in. One glance at Topaz's condition was enough; he smoothly steered Mercury out of the way.
"Treatment's finished, then? Good work. Give us the room for a moment."
"Ah! I got a little carried away. Understood!"
Mercifully unaware that anything was off, she left Topaz with a cheerful "You've got this!" and departed.
"Sorry about that. You must've been itching to get out of here."
"Ahaha! Yeah, I really do want to go home already♥"
The sultry smile that crossed Topaz's face was something Red had never seen on her in his life. It left him speechless. Pretending he hadn't noticed a thing, he turned on his heel to inspect the place where Topaz had first encountered the Witch.
"Haa. How did that innocent girl end up like this."
He wanted — badly — to write off her morning remark about being pissed because she'd been dragged out here in the middle of trying to make a daughter as Dark Mana-induced rambling, and so he sighed and pointedly looked the other way. Red had mentored Topaz back when she was a trainee, the same way she now looked after Cherry and Aqua. To him she had always been a little sister, and the woman sitting there now was a stranger.
Cherry and Aqua were worried about the change in her too, but someone had to report on the Witch, and with Topaz in no condition to give a coherent briefing, they headed into the city first as the initial witnesses.
"The Dimensional Crack's been concealed artificially."
Several Magical Girls were pouring mana into a spatially distorted field, keeping the whole thing hidden from view.
"A Witch who wields Dark Mana... and from what Miss Topaz said, there's more than one of them. What a godawful mess."
Topaz was one of B-City's heaviest hitters, and now she'd been eroded by Dark Mana — whether they could even count on her as a fighting asset was an open question. Meanwhile their most troublesome enemy had just picked up their most troublesome new weapon. Red's head was already pounding.
"Or maybe I should just be grateful she didn't turn into an enemy."
He clung to that small mercy and waited for the Magical Girls to peel the barrier away. He would have liked to help, but Heroes were almost universally hopeless at mana manipulation; he'd only get in the way. So he stood by quietly. There was always the chance a monster might crawl out of whatever Crack still lingered inside that barrier.
Word that a Witch on par with Jewel-rank Topaz had appeared meant the reinforcements included a number of Crystal-rank Magical Girls — the tier just below Jewel. The barrier came down in no time.
A low, resonant hum rolled out as a pitch-black hole in the air swirled into being, mana churning through it like a whirlpool.
"Still not closed..."
The prevailing theory was that dimensional instability simply punched a hole through to some alien elsewhere, but nobody had a real explanation. It was still uncharted territory.
"I'll close it."
Unlike the barrier, which had been deliberately woven from manipulated mana, a Dimensional Crack just needed raw power dumped into it until the tear stabilized. Red was an S-Rank Hero with a title far too grand for how little he'd actually done on this sortie, and the embarrassment of that was enough to send him forward, pouring mana into the Crack.
Any sane person who knew Topaz was in an abnormal state would have kept their distance. But her condition wasn't a destructive frenzy — it was lust, concentrated to a single burning point — and a moth drawn to that particular flame began sidling up beside her.
Ordinarily Red would have shut it down first. He'd left to close the Crack under the perfectly reasonable assumption that if he made a show of looking after her, nobody would dare try anything. Unfortunately, even among Heroes who claimed to stand for justice, there was always a certain type whose brain was wired directly to their crotch.
When your job put you one bad day from dying, the ones who were honest about their appetites were more common than you'd think. The man approaching Topaz was exactly that type.
"Hello there, Miss Topaz."
"Hm? Who?"
She didn't so much as glance at him, staring blankly into space and offering the barest scrap of courtesy. He was undeterred.
"Haha. I'm Arc Blader, A-Rank Hero."
Topaz flicked her eyes sideways. A handsome man with an easygoing face was closing the distance, golden-blond hair and tanned skin — the classic look of a man whose libido did most of his thinking. Even Dark-Mana-addled Topaz could tell exactly what he wanted.
"Mm~ not interested, so could you go away? I can't really control myself right now~"
Any other woman would have erased this man from the face of the earth the instant the discomfort hit. He failed to recognize his own staggering luck, and instead doubled down with a full-throated I can do this, I'm the guy who can do this attitude.
A lifetime of reeling women in with his face and his mouth had given him confidence. And if he didn't make a move now — while Dark Mana had her libido cranked through the roof — he would never get another shot at plucking a flower that had reached the very peak of Magical Girl-kind, Jewel-rank itself. So he pushed.
"Haha. Holding it in must be rough. I'm actually quite good at helping with that sort of thing... heh."
He offered what he considered a devastating smile. On an ordinary woman it probably would have worked. Unfortunately for him, his target was a tentacle-obsessed deviant of the highest and most terrible order. The smile bounced off her like rain off glass. He laid a hand on her shoulder anyway.
That was the last thing the man remembered.
"—gehk."
He hit the ground in a heap, twin streams of blood pouring from his nose, a few teeth trailing after, and not a single person felt sorry for him. If anything, there was a murmur of genuine admiration — the sheer audacity of walking up to a Dark-Mana-eroded human, and not just any human but one of the handful of names at the top of B-City's power rankings, with his dick doing the thinking.
"I'll take care of this myself. Please, don't let it trouble you..."
"Hm? It's fine!"
She watched, mildly curious, as a man in a sharply cut suit dragged the blond punk away, as if she'd swatted a fly that happened to buzz past. Then she went back to suppressing the hunger to go home — a hunger that had only gotten stronger.
An ordinary Magical Girl or Hero in her state would have bolted from the scene already, and no one would have blamed them. Topaz held on for a considerably more ridiculous reason: she'd already waited this long, so if she edged herself all the way to the limit like Polynesian sex and then let the tentacle wreck her, wouldn't it feel even better?
"Mm. It's closed."
True to his S-Rank, Red had the dimensional gate shut in under ten minutes. He came back, heard about Arc Blader's stunt, and his face twisted into something out of a demon painting. A brief call to someone, somewhere, and then — at last — they could actually go home.
For Topaz's sake, Red handed the rescue team's return off to another A-Rank Hero and entered the city with her first. Troops were stacked around Topaz's House in force. She didn't spare them a greeting, didn't spare them a glance; she just bolted inside. Red was left staring after her with a look of complicated misery he had already worn too many times today.
"From this moment until the Doctor has examined her, we hold the perimeter at maximum alert."
A backlog of patients meant the Doctor couldn't see her for two days. Red could only hope nothing happened before then. For the first time in a very long while, he drew a cigarette, set it between his lips, and lit up.
"Tentacle~!! I'm home!!"
The urge to launch himself at that sunny voice was almost overwhelming. He crushed it and stole a cautious peek toward the front door instead.
He'd been melting his brain the way he used to as a human — scrolling communities, mainlining short-form videos, giggling to himself — when the outside world had suddenly erupted into noise, and he'd been hiding ever since. Hours, now. Fortunately Topaz seemed to have put some kind of measure on the house; no goons had actually broken in. Still, the paranoid little gremlin in him wondered if his cover had been blown and someone was fishing with her voice. He checked carefully.
Nope. Those tits could never be fake.
Mamaaa!!
The instant he was sure, he launched himself forward and buried himself in the scent of her breasts for the first time in hours. She'd been moving hard on a monster-suppression run, so there was a sweet edge of sweat to her, and the smell of blood... except it was different from monster blood, somehow.
Something... the smell of human blood?
The scent of human blood hung on her, thick and unmistakable, along with a strange, unfamiliar mana. He looked up carefully — and that was not the Topaz he knew. That was the gaze of Topaz the Wicked Extraction Engine.
—KYAAAAAAAH!!
She was smiling a smile so outrageously filthy that eye contact alone threatened to turn him from a tentacle into a well-dried, half-desiccated octopus.
"Fufu. Tentacle. I'm in a hurry, okay?"
Squish-squish♥ smear-smear♥
This was nothing like the hands that usually pet him because he was cute. This was the grip of a woman who had zero intention of letting go until she was satisfied — the will to wring him dry, every last drop.
"Sorry~? Even a shower would take too long, so let's just use purification magic and go♥"
Her body flashed once, and the faintly sour smell of sweat evaporated on the spot.
KRAAAAAH!! My natural perfumeeeee!!
Moments like this made the communication problem genuinely tragic. He'd wanted to take his time and enjoy that scent properly, top to bottom!
"Alright then — let's do it~♥"
His internal wailing lasted about a second. She stripped right there in the entryway, spread a pussy so soaked it had gone well past wet and into flash-flood territory, and begged him with a face that said she might actually die if he didn't. He decided to fold.
Entryway fusion, huh... feels like someone's about to open that door.
Then again, the door hadn't opened when those goons were trying to get in earlier. Probably fine. He gave Topaz's desperate pussy exactly what it wanted and slammed a tentacle home.
"Nnghhoh?!"
Nngiih?!
The dam broke. A flood of love juice hit him head-on, and right behind it came the mana, rushing back in — and he remembered, with a flash of admiration for a memory worse than a goldfish's, that he needed to burn this off. So he kept thrusting.
"Oohh♥ nnghoh?! Oooohhh!!!♥"
Half a day apart, and her moans had gotten obscenely crude. Fluids ran down like she'd pissed herself. He told himself, by way of a vigorous self-defense, that anybody looking at a sight like this would lose IQ points on the spot — and kept pounding away.