Chapter 3: Even a Double Life Isn't Healthy, Right?

What image pops into your head first when you think of a magical girl?

Maybe it's her shouting about love and peace while beating down villains, her heartwarming chats with her mascot, or her unbreakable resolve as she overcomes hardships with her teammates.

But the first thing that comes to mind for me is, without a doubt, her double life.

The twist that the magical girl adored by everyone is actually just an ordinary person you could pass on the street every day.

I think that's the true essence of what makes a magical girl special.

Luckily, that ironclad rule held true in this ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠world too. My real identity as the magical girl Serendipity is just a regular economics major in college.

Of course, this double life is less about romance and more about survival.

Parading around as a magical girl on the streets could draw vengeful villains who might crash in and hurt civilians at any moment.

Thankfully, thanks to the central government's airtight protection, there's no worry of villains discovering my everyday self.

By the way, in my previous life, I'd never even set foot on a university campus.

So when I woke up here and found myself set up as an economics student, I was pretty damn flustered.

But weirdly enough, I could understand all the major knowledge perfectly.

Which is why I maintain straight A+ grades without even studying.

"Hey, Ha-young."

"Yeah, hey."

"Where you headed?"

"Bathroom. See you in the lecture hall later."

I exchanged casual greetings with my classmates and slipped into the bathroom, locking the stall door tight.

I took a light breath, then slowly pulled down my pants.

You might think it was to pee.

Squelch! Squish!

"Nghhh♡ Hnngh♡"

But no—it was to masturbate.

Once I take in a futanari villain's semen, the afterglow of sex lingers for a day or two.

It roams all over my body, tormenting me mercilessly without mercy.

I'd tried holding back over and over, but it just made my heat drag on longer.

Squelchhh!

"Nghhhh♥"

My nipples stiffening up hard is the start of it.

If I endure that, my pussy starts twitching nonstop, leaking juices even when I'm just sitting still.

That's why I have to masturbate periodically like this just to get through daily life.

Squish! Squelch-squelch-squelch!

"Hnnnghhh♥ Hnggh♡"

I shoved my fingers deep inside and pistoned fast, love juices gushing out nonstop, soaking the toilet and floor.

Wanting to feel it even more vividly, I spread my legs wide.

That exposed my clit, peeking naturally from its hood.

"Ah, cliiit♡"

Just covering my mouth with my hand wasn't enough to stifle the endless moans leaking out.

I bit down hard on the sleeve of my sweater instead.

"Hnggh♡" "Hey, didn't the prof say there's a pop quiz today?" "Yeah, he did." "I regret taking this class. How was I supposed to know there'd be so many pop quizzes?" "And it's the new prof, so no course evals either."

Right as I was pressing deep into my inner walls, I heard voices—students who'd come into the bathroom, chatting away.

I knew I had to pull my fingers out to avoid getting caught.

But my body wouldn't listen.

Of all times, vivid memories flooded back of that muscled futa villain pounding me relentlessly.

"Hnnnngh♥" "Huh? What was that noise?" "Someone's probably pushing one out." "Oh, then it's fine."

The girls outside mistook my moans for the struggles of someone having a tough bowel movement.

Relieved I wasn't busted, I got even bolder with my masturbation.

Squelchhh!

"Hnggggh♥"

Like that muscled futa villain had ravaged my pussy, I twisted my fingers deep inside.

My fingers weren't as thick as hers, so it wasn't the exact same stimulation, but it was plenty to push me toward climax.

"Hnnnngh♥"

One more twist, and an intense moan escaped as my legs bucked wildly.

Thud!

One leg slammed into the stall partition, the other shot out straight, my foot slipping under the door in a total blunder.

"Uh... you okay in there?" "She'll be fine. C'mon, let's go study." "Yeah."

The bathroom door clicked shut. Matching the sound, I crushed my inner walls hard as I yanked my fingers out.

"Hk... Hnnyaaaaah♥"

I spat out the sweater sleeve I'd been biting, letting out a raw moan.

Spluuuurt!

A massive spray of pussy juice splattered the floor.

All my strength drained out, leaving me slumped like a half-dead corpse.

"Haa♡ Goood♡"

I savored the satisfaction of another hearty masturbation session.

Just as I was about to clean up and stand, agony shot through my calf.

"Aaaah! Cramp... I've got a cramp... Gyaaah!"

Side effect of masturbating in that awkward toilet perch.

"Five minutes till class... Kaaaaah!"

It took over five minutes to work out the cramp, so even though I'd arrived early, I ended up late anyway.

*

"Haa... Gotta masturbate in a normal position next time. Nearly died there..."

On my way to HQ after classes, someone came rushing up to me.

"Ha-young!"

My closest uni friend, Kim Joo-hee.

My head's packed with memories of her, just like all my major knowledge.

We first met at the freshman welcome party in year one.

Well, that's the setup, anyway.

The more I think about it, the weirder it gets.

It's like someone scripted everything and plugged it straight into my brain—no sense of disconnect at all.

Villains being real, me being a magical girl ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠since last year, my long uni life with Joo-hee—all of it feels natural.

I'd only heard of isekai reincarnation in stories, but living it? Eerily seamless.

"Hey, Joo-hee."

"Why're you heading off alone ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠without texting?"

"Sorry. Where were you going?"

"To get mala tang with you, duh."

"Hold on a sec."

I checked the terminal HQ issued me, out of Joo-hee's sight.

No new alerts on the screen.

Relieved, I pocketed it and fixed her arm linked through mine.

"Yeah, okay. Mala tang it is."

"Sweet! My treat today, Ha-young."

"Suddenly? What's up? You do something wrong?"

"Nah."

"Then why the sudden generosity?"

I poked her side with my elbow, and she grinned, pulling out her phone.

A messenger app notification: Today is Ha-young's birthday.

"Oh, right—it's my birthday today."

"Huh? You didn't even know?"

I couldn't exactly say I'd been fucked senseless by a villain the day before and wasn't in my right mind.

"Been super busy since yesterday."

"Even so, who forgets their own birthday?"

"True. So today's my birthday party?"

"Yep. Mala tang, then movie, then drinks."

"Damn, going all out."

"Gotta go all out for your birthday."

My daily life here is excessively peaceful—boringly normal.

The disconnect from my mud-wrestling magical girl existence makes moments like this with Joo-hee feel dreamlike sometimes.

Of course, I try to think positively: I can afford these sentiments because I'm protecting this peace as a magical girl.

"Movie tickets are all booked."

"For real?! I'll go all out for yours."

"Can't wait!"

In my past life, my shy personality meant I never made a real friend.

Maybe that's why—even if our bond was scripted into my head—Joo-hee felt incredibly precious.

Over time, this fake script melted into me like it was always my ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠real life.

"Haa... spicy. Their mild is brutal."

"I'm fine."

"You handle spice too well, Joo-hee."

"Or you're just spice-weak?"

"Spice-weak? Nah, not that bad."

Steaming red broth between us, we chattered nonstop.

Amazingly, being with Joo-hee meant conversation never lagged.

Same for her.

Our "one year as friends" setup felt fake with how perfectly our words meshed like gears.

"Ha-young, overslept? You were late."

"Oh, uh... Got to school early, but crashed in an empty classroom 'cause I was wiped. Woke up late."

"Gotcha. Oh yeah, went to the bathroom today—someone splashed a ton of water all over the floor."

"Water...?"

"Yeah, nearly slipped."

The moment Joo-hee casually mentioned it, my chopstick hand trembled faintly.

Only I knew that slick mess she'd almost slipped on wasn't plain water.

If she'd fallen, guilt would've kept me from ever facing her again.

Appetite tanked, but I forced a smile and swallowed some broth.

"Haa, stuffed. One hour till the movie."

"An hour... Cafe?"

"Yeah, let's."

Bellies full of mala tang, we stood.

That's when it hit.

Bzzzzt! Bzzzzt!

My pocket terminal vibrated wildly.

"Joo-hee, bathroom quick."

"Okay, go."

I locked the bathroom door and checked the terminal.

The terminal was alerting me to a villain sighting.

It pings the closest magical girl to the area first.

Meaning, if I don't go, no one stops it.

"B-grade... should be manageable."

I caught my breath short and pocketed the terminal.

Checked my expression in the mirror, then headed out to Joo-hee.

"Joo-hee, emergency—gotta run home real quick."

"Huh?! What about the movie?"

"Back before it starts."

"That urgent?"

"Yeah, but won't take long. Wait at the cafe?"

"Okay."

"Sorry, Joo-hee. Be right back."

Thankfully, she accepted my sudden request without suspicion.

I gave her one last look—eyes mixed with apology and gratitude—then bolted from the restaurant.

Quick scan: spotted a narrow, dark alley out of foot traffic.

I ducked in, pulled a tarot card from my bag.

Familiar chant, and light enveloped me.

Everyday clothes vanished, magical girl outfit hugging my body—I finished transforming and kicked off the ground, soaring into the air without delay.

"Be right back, Joo-hee."

Below, I caught Joo-hee's tiny figure slipping into the cafe.

I etched it in my eyes, then accelerated toward the villain's rampage.