Magical Girl Who Turns Shame into Power (1)

I clipped the footage from Day 3's playthrough. The shopkeeper and his little sister's cock wand grooming. Aurora's cock-lifting helicopter sex. Misha's trashy exposure show, plus the post-bully creampie—all bundled into three videos. The revenue from uploading them to SisFans? 'Zero dollars? What the hell.'

Not a single sale, even though it had only been a day. Hell, the Day 2 videos were stuck at zero sales too. What gives? Did the algorithm break because there's no futa? 'Gotta file an inquiry.'

I shot off a Q&A to the homepage right away. Hey, SisFans admin. My account's got no exposure—what's the deal?

"My algorithm's impotent!!!?"

Had I ever seen a site this fucked? A sigh escaped me automatically.

Of course, it wasn't like I had zero gains.

I'd DM'd the Day 3 video compilation straight to my VIP whale. And the donation this big bro sent? "A whopping 1500 dollars!!!?"

That's over two million won in Korean cash. Sure, withdrawals would get hammered by fees and all that crap... but 'hey, it's something.'

Launder it through crypto and I'd pocket at least 1.4 million. For just chilling at home after work, playing a game—not even a full week, just a day's worth. Sure, no extra revenue right now sucked, but this alone was plenty satisfying. Hell yeah.

Best part? I could just do whatever the hell I wanted. This whale had suspiciously deep pockets but zero signs of being a creep. The exposure bug would get fixed eventually, and I'd cash in on the backlog. Totally satisfied, I logged into the game.

'Time for Day 4 playthrough~!!'

"Log in!!!"

Heart full of rice-eater dreams, I logged in. Moments later, I woke up at Arcana Academy.

I moved exactly as planned. 'First, to the principal!'

"Vampire bitch!!"

Heading straight for the vampire principal I'd given a cum bath. "This is... hm? Doyeon?"

"Take this!!"

I chucked papers at her face. Not a resignation— a declaration of long-term business trip.

"Then I'm off for some research!"

I turned my back without waiting for a reply. Doyeon-slave—Dobi for short—is now a free woman. Live out your days at the academy.

-Creak.

"Doyeon, by the way, there was an official letter from the Empire for the Third Princess..."

"Vampire bitch!!"

Something about the princess at the end, but no need to listen. I bolted.

This time, to the Demon Realm map from Day 2. Now revamped into a Japan DLC zone.

"Kuhhh~."

'Ah, this city smell. Perfect.'

Just a quick scan of Tokyo streets, then I opened the console for mass edits.

Turning the Demon Realm into Tokyo wasn't too wild, but I was planning some hefty reality-warping anyway. 'This concept... modern fantasy!'

Like those Korean webnovels—villains lurking, heroes stopping them, saving the world.

-Tap tap.

'Legendary villain Mangostic retires... copycats emerge, ushering in the Great Villain Era...'

Copied AI-assisted prompts. I kept changes minimal to avoid messing with girls I'd already fucked.

Wonder how it'd turn out. 'Yeah, backed it up~ Rollback if needed~.'

"Edits done!"

Tapped the modify button with a crisp rhythm. Screen glitched for a sec—about one second of lag—then the completion message popped.

From now on, this world's a modern fantasy where only a few women act as villains or heroes. Let's see the changes.

-Step step.

"No villains popping up anywhere?"

Glanced around while walking. C'mon, someone threaten to blow up a cruise ship or something. That kinda anticipation welled up...

-Crowd noise.

"Look, it's Majia Ranko!!"

"Whoa, for real!!"

"Oh?"

No villain, but hero spotted. Went over for a peek.

A magical girl hovered anxiously in the sky.

"Suuuuck."

'Another magical girl?'

I'd seen enough magic crap at Arcana, but this was straight-up classic magical girl. Not comparing mages and magical girls or anything.

'Gotta approach her at least.'

Ranko it was, for now. My fingers danced over the console.

Secured a buddy skill fitting the magical girl vibe, then...

She didn't bat an eye when I zipped up and stuck by her side.

"Ranko, long time."

"Doyeon? What's up?"

"Just checking if you're doing okay."

Flew alongside, chatting her up. Hey, my mate. How's it going today?

"Perfect timing anyway! You know anything about Mumemei?"

"Mumemei?"

"Villain!! S-rank #11!!"

"Hoo."

Throws ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a plot at me right away. Was getting bored with the chew toy, but now it's interesting.

"Why ask?"

"Well..."

I grilled her for details. Summary: simple.

"She can't stand anything cuter than her, so challenged me to 1v1?"

"Yeah... says she'll terrorize if I don't come alone..."

"Hoo."

Recap: Mumemei bad bitch. Ranko good girl. Help her smash the hate slut.

'Was iffy on fucking the chew toy anyway. Perfect.'

"I know Mumemei well."

Console search. Spilled the info.

"Hates young cuties like you."

"...That's messed up!! And 'arasa' isn't that old!!?"

"Arasa?"

"Ah, you wouldn't know as a mascot... Around Thirty! She's thirty!"

"Oh ho."

Learned a Japanese slang term, whatever. Ranko's eyes sparkled.

"Key question: can I beat her?"

"Hmm..."

Glanced at console stats. DLC zone maybe? Ranko mid-800s level. Solid, but...

"Straight fight? You'd lose for sure."

A-rank scrub vs S-rank gap's huge. She darkened instantly.

"What now... Tell Hero Association, and pissed Mumemei terrorizes..."

"Nude dogeza if you lose, right~."

"Duh! Spread that, I'd end up like Kanon!!"

Kanon—idol who tried bear spray on me, ruined her life with dick nipples. Forgot about her...

World revamp left her intact. 'Miru still streaming fine too. Good.'

Any lingering unease vanished. Time to enjoy Day 4 pussies.

"Got a secret win method."

"For real!? What!!?"

Ranko sparkled at my words. Grabbed my paw, dove down.

Taat—!

Landed in empty alley. Gripped my shoulder, urgent: "I'll do anything to protect innocents and avoid that!! Tell me!!"

Anything. The line that creeped me out from the whale.

"...Anything?"

"Yes! Anything!!"

Unlike me, she couldn't sense the danger. Anything against me? Oh, I'll grant it.

"First, ditch the bra."

"...Huh?"

"Take it off."

Ordered undress. Her jaw dropped.

"You into that...? You're male too?"

"Relax. Flat girls like you aren't my type."

"Then why the bra?"

"Trust me and do it."

But me, her mascot, so confident—how resist? Sigh, nod, but "Okay. Bra off in the bathroom nearby..."

"Right here."

"...Hah!? Outdoors!!?"

"That's why I'm asking."

"Strip outside? Why..."

Outdoors strip. No common sense warp, just straight order—face flushed red with shame. Cute fresh reaction.

'Flatty... Nah, she's good. Don't ruin nice girls.'

"No one's watching but me. Hurry."

Dick warmup good now. Urged her.

After agonizing, trembling hand to clothes.

-Srrk, swish.

"S-say if someone's coming...?"

Unhooked back one-handed, straps down shoulders. Pulled up under dress. Done.

Held warm fresh bra, mumbled: "D-did it...?"

"Yeah. Now show me your tits."

"......"

Then—slight tug, dress down. Petite tits filled my view.

"Good...?"

"Hoo."

No common sense fuckery, trusts mascot, strips bra outdoors and flashes nips. Classic magical girl.

'Your life's set now, girl. Service guaranteed.'

"Did great."

Reached out—not for tits, console. Gift for A-rank scrub: super useful.

'Dunno if she'll like it, but better than nothing.'