The Suppressed Heart Sinks Like Mud 2
"Magic girl…"
After hearing Player 7's words, I lost my voice for a moment, as if the words had slipped away from me.
There was that post about spotting a magic girl in the alleyway.
Of course, I'd heard the rumors. While chasing traces of the game that promised a massive prize, digging into back-alley gossip, I'd come across several reports of a girl wielding a huge weapon in those same alleys.
But it's all just occult nonsense, chasing ghosts that don't exist.
Naturally, amid the flood of info online, the term "magic girl" got buried. Even the few pieces that caught my eye vanished after a few days. A flashy outfit impossible to forget, fighting evil with a weapon as big as her body—the apostle of justice.
As if magic girls exist. Who the hell is she fighting, and whose side is this justice on?
If it was something suspicious like the Executors' slutty outfits or the laser that made you cum until you passed out, maybe. But self-proclaimed paragons of justice? No way I could buy that.
Real weaklings who need help are out there on their own. And she calls herself a guardian of the stars…
Thinking of Yumirae, who'd spent over a decade in hospital beds, made it even harder to swallow. With a futanari cock-filled night ahead, it just soured my mood needlessly. My life had been a string of futile escapes and crashes back to rock bottom, but I couldn't stand the insult.
"You got the wrong person. No way I'd waste my life playing magic girl. If you're gonna spout useless crap like that, go hang with Player 6."
I chewed on the feeling of sinking into mud.
I snapped at Player 7 and turned away.
"I understand…"
Player 7, whose bright eyes had held such hope, backed off. She melted into the shadows and vanished quietly.
Thud.
After that fruitless chat, I returned to my room.
"Haa…"
The moment I realized I was alone, a sigh escaped me.
"I lost my cool. Player 7's still useful, doped up on aphrodisiac disguised as a zzz pill, but I went all hostile. Should've played along, pretended to be a magic girl fan."
I knew not to get swept up in the moment. But I'd been cold to the fake cop's witness. In the previous game, I would've humored even a kid's delusion to boost my odds a bit. Instead, I kicked away a gift-wrapped opportunity.
"Is it because of this body?"
I glanced down at the biggest change from before. The vicious futanari cock, far too brutal for a woman's body, bulged against my leggings, asserting its presence.
"I thought I could finally control this thing, but maybe it was just wishful thinking…"
It was already night three. Unlike before, I wasn't swept away by the cock's surging lust. But connected as one, it influenced me in all sorts of ways, like it or not.
"Well, after fucking plenty tonight, I'll calm down…♡"
As mafia night fell, my cock hardened again. Connected to it, I couldn't contain the anticipation boiling with lust. Whether the cock came first or the egg—if I could just rape someone senseless with this perfect dick—it didn't matter.
"Which pussy to use… Wonder what it'll feel like pounding her."
Just imagining forcing my futanari cock into a lewd pussy marinated in aphrodisiac… My dick twitched, and my head tingled sharply.
"Mm, let's go with Player 6 tonight."
The survivor, probably sighing in relief in her room after dodging the daytime vote. Time to deliver her present.
"Hehe, just a bit longer. When the door opens…♡"
Before execution, I stripped. Sitting naked on the bed, I leisurely stroked my expectant cock.
Click.
"Hm?"
Unexpectedly, right after sending the delivery, the door unlocked.
"…She took it the second it arrived? The drug's potent, but that's too fast."
I doubted Player 6, wasting her life chasing magic girls, had diligently followed the rules.
"Whatever, there's Executors anyway. No big issue."
Executions were unavoidable by the system. I recalled the one who'd dragged Player 3 to her seat herself.
"Two onaholes to use. The more time, the better♡"
Remembering her long hair perfect for a handle and clothes clinging to her skin made my cock stiffen nicely.
"Huh?"
……
I stepped out and opened the door myself. The center was empty, greeting me with silence.
"Tch…"
They pulled the Executor ahead of time.
To prevent another rape incident like last time, the organizers had eliminated even the possibility. I'd reversed the food chain by overpowering the participant-subduing staff, so I could handle things solo…
Yeah, as a proper mafia, time to do my job. One thrust into an Executor's pussy, and she won't notice the sun rising.
Couldn't use premium goods, but it cleared my head for the main task. Heading to Player 6's room per my assigned role.
Creeeak.
I lightly pulled the open door.
"…Player 1?"
Player 6 stared at her visitor with wide, sparkling eyes.
"Hm?"
First rule's there, and she didn't even take the aphrodisiac?
I knew she wasn't supposed to be here, but after witnessing multiple executions, her boldness in ignoring the rules surprised me. Was she truly an idiot, lost in delusions…
Or my fault?
Maybe without a guardian to force the pill down the kid who hated meds.
"Ah, naked…! And that, that thing… C-c-cock…!"
While I pondered, Player 6 spotted my mafia-futanari body, utterly bare, and freaked. She couldn't take in the heavy, brutal futanari cock in one gulp.
"Yeah, I'm the mafia."
Used to being naked with my cock out, I chuckled at her cute reaction.
Come to think of it, first time chatting with another player dick-out like this. Maybe talk a bit.
The megacorp's aphrodisiac was leagues beyond anything. Her drug-melted, hazy eyes couldn't even register the intruder. Conversing stone-cold sober with someone felt strange, intriguing.
"D-did you knock out Player 4 with that?"
Player 6, face flushed beet red, pointed at my cock—twice the size of most.
"Something like that. Used the pill's power at first. Sober's too much."
"I-I see…"
I sat on the bed next to Player 6. Her gaze couldn't handle the futanari cock's pressure and fled.
"Even I think it's extreme… but no choice. Needed the money."
"The prize, right…"
"About 40 million left for my little sister's heart surgery. So I need 50 million."
"Gotta survive with at least two others, then."
Night had everyone asleep anyway. I spilled the secret buried deep in my chest, a relief.
Player 6, no threat, slowly turned back to my candid story.
"Feels like I'm a burden. Everyone's risking their lives… just me…"
Player 6, who'd chased alleyway glimpses of a magic girl, bowed her head.
—Are you a magic girl?
"Magic girl, huh…"
Both Player 6 and 7—why chase something like that? Curiosity hit suddenly.
"Why were you looking for a magic girl?"
"Oh, the magic girl?"
Fate or whatever, I asked Player 6, who'd chased her own wild goose.
"When I was little, walking home. Some creepy guy started following me. Thought it was coincidence, kept walking… but he followed all the way…"
Player 6 hugged her knees, recalling the trauma.
"I got scared and ran. He started running too. Dodging, fleeing… ended up in a dead-end alley."
Not a fun tale. But that's where it would've ended.
"Then the magic girl saved you, right?"
"Yes! S-so flashy clothes, huge weapon—dropped the guy in one hit. Haa~ I'll never forget that beauty."
She flapped her hands excitedly, like a girl gushing over her fave.
"So you wanted to become one too?"
"No, not that… Just wanted to say thanks for saving me. Too shocked to speak then."
She shyly voiced her long-cherished wish. In another place, I'd cheer such a cool dream.
"Still haven't found her, though…"
"Yeah, all magic girl stuff vanishes without a trace."
"Right, and it's only been a few years, but I can't even recall her face. Hmm, she had a huge scythe or something?"
"What? Sounds like a ghost story."
"Even if it's a ghost, I won't give up."
Dreams make even nonsense worth clinging to desperately. I chuckled at her childlike resolve.
"Never happened to you, Player 1?"
"Me? Well… Tried plenty…"
Her words stirred memories of my efforts.
"But nothing panned out."
No matter the start, back to square one. Emptiness of leaving bare-handed and returning the same, reality unchanged—pure despair.
"Haha… Nothing comes easy, huh."
Player 6, alley-wanderer, gave a bitter smile in empathy.
"Hope your efforts pay off nicely."
I offered sincere support, despite my neither-man-nor-woman body.
"Nah, it's fine. I think people get unhappy because they dream."
I rejected hope, accepted only thanks. As a jaded adult, I knew how the world worked.
"Huh?"
"People think they dream because reality sucks, but actually, dreaming makes them unhappy. If you expect nothing but worse days ahead, no disappointments, right?"
Life's harsh truth, etched into my bones—I could say it smiling now.
"Isn't that too painful?"
"Painful or not, what's the alternative? Can't escape reality no matter what."
Like not swapping out a heart. Couldn't rip the lesson from my head.
"Always thought that way…"
But the life-lesson wavered.
"This game… it's changing my mind a bit."
"Really?"
"Yeah, for real."
Time once eternal flew here. Old discarded feelings surged back.
"So yeah, glad I joined this game."
Tossing my glasses made the world shine brighter than before. Even this insane game felt like a chance to look back at myself. Pushed from gutter floor to sewer bottom, ironically, I could now gaze at the sky.
"Wow, what do you like most about it?"
Player 6 beamed, like she'd found her own happiness.
"Right now? That the girl in front of me isn't my sister."
Ahead of fun cock-execution time, I smiled back.