Acturus: Confinement
She hadn't yet realized she was being carried piggyback by her kidnapper. Like a cat lost in a nightmare, she buried her face deep into my back and wriggled about.
If she'd been conscious, just stepping foot in this house would have disgusted her.
This place was filled to the brim with things desperately trying to reject, deny, and erase every last bit of the primal power that magical girls drew down from the stars.
It was the space of curses against magical girls that I'd built up over the past few years with my blood, sweat, and chunks of my own flesh.
"Ugh... ughh..."
As I walked toward the center of the living room, the groans from my back grew steadily rougher. Matching their rising intensity, the pentagram I'd drawn on the ceiling beforehand with cinnabar mirror paint mixed into water began to glow more and more ominously. Replacing goat's blood with the materials shamans used had been a success, it seemed.
Woooong!
The low-frequency hum of the pentagram resonated with Acturus's pained groans. And as that sound reached its peak, all the light faded away.
"It's done...!"
A complete seal on the magical girl's power.
Acturus shuddered—was it chills?—and her massive breasts squished against my back.
Now, no one could find this bitch.
Inside this mansion, no matter how much she thrashed about, Acturus couldn't transform. Other magical girls couldn't detect her position with star power, nor could she emit star power to signal her location.
The words made it sound simple, but the design and execution had been anything but.
In my mind, the days of building this massive cage to trap the monster called a magical girl flashed by like a panorama.
"Finally..."
Not just that pentagram, but the mansion was packed with Kabbalah, the Lemegeton, Hermetic Trismegistus rites, Goetia, Catholic exorcisms, Enochian magic... and every other kind of sorcery imaginable.
They all meshed together like gears in a precision machine, turning organically.
It had taken a full three years just to construct this barrier.
I'd pored over genuine copies of The Lesser Key of Solomon dozens of times and memorized Agrippa's Three Books of Occult Philosophy until the pages were worn from my touch.
"Haha... hahahaha!"
Driven by nothing but revenge, I'd become a madman.
Magical girls were superhumans in their own right.
And among them, the outliers known as the Supreme 4 were monsters beyond specs. A poor ordinary guy like me didn't have many weapons to use against them.
Especially since guns and bullets didn't work on them anyway.
Someone had even hypothesized that if they transformed, they'd have a fifty-fifty shot at surviving a nuke.
In the end, I'd turned my eyes to the occult. In a world where magic existed for real, surely the occult would work too? It started from that ridiculously simplistic idea, but the results were fantastic. Sure, I'd paid a small price like selling my soul to a demon, but who cared as long as I got my revenge?
Shiver shiver shiver
As I started down to the basement, Acturus began convulsing in earnest. Probably because I'd set up even stronger sealing rites down here.
There were no windows. The only entrance was a single staircase, leading to a 330-square-foot concrete room lined with soundproofing foam and then plastered over with cement.
It made the room even narrower, but sound wouldn't leak out. Most importantly, the influence of the stars didn't reach here at all.
The Life Star that had made her Humanity's Madonna would no longer respond. The thought of slowly... taking my time to make her mine sent thrills racing through me already.
[11:21 PM]
I roughly dumped Acturus on the frigid floor and checked my cheap wristwatch.
It was a bit overdone, but still within projected range. Proof that my plan was perfect. There was still plenty of time before the drug wore off.
Huuuuh— huuuuh—
Hugging her own massive tits like a shrimp, Acturus slept soundly. The emptiness from being cut off from her star must have been unfamiliar.
"Just a little..."
I sat down behind the soundly sleeping Acturus and pulled her into my arms. Despite sweating bullets from the extreme tension, she only smelled good.
No— the mix of shampoo and that female musk made it even more intoxicatingly lewd.
Squish—♡
Grabbing the breasts I'd only ever seen with my eyes filled my hands completely. Incredibly soft, even with the bra still on.
Like I was possessed, I slipped my hand inside her nun's habit and into the bra, kneading her bare tits.
Squish squish
Breasts as sticky-soft as marshmallows melted in a double boiler. So soft they seemed ready to ooze between my fingers, the kind you wanted to grip forever. Tense or cold, her nipples were rock-hard.
Pinch
"Hngut♡?"
Pinching a nipple drew out a groan different from before.
I wanted to shove my cock into that body right then, choke her neck—but I held back.
This body was mine now. Her mind too. No need to rush.
The real plan started once she woke up.
I looked down at the former Humanity's Madonna, slumped limp on the floor.
Sleep tight.
"You'll be busy starting tomorrow."
After heading upstairs for a quick nap, I woke and stared at the monitor screen.
Twelve small CCTV cameras I'd personally installed around the house. Checking vehicles and people passing through the area last night was my morning routine.
All clear.
No signs of the Magical Girl Association sending probes this way, no records of patrol cars entering the industrial complex.
A decent amount of time had passed since Acturus vanished. Still early morning, so the Association probably hadn't noticed her missing yet.
And honestly, even if they did—what could they do?
The anti-magical girl spells filling this house made constellation tracking impossible. Plus, the industrial complex was a magic-polluted zone. A massive blind spot over Korean soil. Satellites couldn't scan it either. And I'd twisted the driving routes here to make tracking a nightmare.
At least for the time being, we were safe.
The stairs down to the basement where I'd locked Acturus.
With each step, the faint sounds grew clearer and clearer.
"Ughhh..."
The drug was wearing off.
Creeeak—
Acturus was still curled shrimp-like.
Her figure-hugging nun's habit was wrinkled, black hair half-covering her face—she was slowly regaining consciousness.
I leaned against the wall by the door, arms crossed. And waited.
Tremble—
Her long lashes quivered. Then trembled again.
"Ugh... ughh..."
Her fingers twitched. They groped at the concrete floor's texture. Her brows furrowed at the unfamiliar feel.
Finally, her eyes opened.
Even a bit puffy, they were beautiful—but still unfocused. Her hazy gaze drifted to the ceiling.
Concrete. Soundproofing. Cement. Not a space she knew.
Her eyes slowly scanned around.
Concrete floor.
Concrete walls.
Fluorescent lights.
And some random guy.
"...?"
Her still-drugged eyes turned to me. Consciousness not fully back. Her mind was piecing together where she was, who I was, what this meant.
I watched her face stiffen.
Blank.
Panic.
Then, realization hit—her eyes flew wide.
Spring!
"By the name of the Life Star!"
Acturus shot to her feet, thrusting both hands forward as she spat out the transformation incantation repeatedly.
"By the name of the Life Star!! Life Star!!"
Her voice boomed. The basement's soundproofing swallowed it whole, but she had no leisure to notice.
Nothing happened.
"L-Life Star's name!?"
Nothing.
"Wh... why...?"
A crack entered Acturus's voice for the first time.
Her hands shook visibly. She stared down at her palms alternately, chanted again, stared, chanted. The cycle repeated over and over.
"By the name of the Life Star..."
Her voice grew quieter. I said nothing, just watched with arms crossed.
"...name."
The final incantation dissolved into the air. Her black pupils slowly turned toward me.
Eyes where something was crumbling. Looking into them, I smirked.
"Surprising, huh?"
My first words.
"How the things you've taken for granted your whole life just... vanish in an instant."
My own peace, gone forever, had felt the same.
Acturus's face twisted at my mocking tone.
"You...! What the hell did you do."
"Hmm~ Who knows?"
As I drawled with a sneer, Acturus strode forward and raised her hand.
Whish!
Her right palm flew toward my cheek. Not fast. No magical girl physicals—just a normal woman's slap.
Crack!
I grabbed the wrist. Her other hand lunged; I caught that too. Gripping both wrists with my hands, I shoved her back against the wall.
Thud!
"Kuh!"
Her back hit the wall; she let out a short groan.
"Let go, let go! You fucking dog!"
Acturus thrashed with all her might to wrench her arms free. Her huge tits bounced painfully, but my grip on her wrists didn't budge.
Without star power, a magical girl was just human. Just one rude bitch.
The primal physical gap between male and female, split over hundreds of thousands of years. This must have been the first time Acturus truly felt it.
"...Let go."
Unlike before, her voice was low. Not a rough growl, but low and trembling.
"Fine, so let go...!"
I tightened my grip on her wrists and stared into her eyes.
"You've lived special your whole life, right? Chosen by a star, always the brightest no matter what. Called the convent's blessed child?"
"..."
"But without the star's power, you're nothing."
Acturus's eyes shook rapidly. Nothing. No. I could feel the fear finally swelling up in those pupils.