Baby's Wail and Mama's Milk
Waaah... Mama... Magical girls like Acturus would never dream of it. The fact that all sorts of sorceries had existed on Earth long before they ever showed up.
And when a suitably deranged bastard teams up with suitably deranged magic, even beings that transcend humanity can be bound.
The folks at the Magical Girl Association she was probably counting on inside must be panicking right now, since they can't track her star power.
"Anyway, that's enough for today's lesson. You look beat, Acturus. I'll let you rest, so get some more shut-eye."
Whether she'd decided she needed to pace her stamina for a chance at escape or not, she surprisingly nodded obediently.
I locked the basement's steel door tight and headed back upstairs.
How many hours passed? I woke to the chirping of some nameless bird outside the window.
Humans can be so ugly, yet nature remains beautiful. After a pointless bit of sentimentality, I got up and started stretching.
I grabbed a bottle of spring water from the kitchen and downed a full liter right there. I swallowed two multivitamins too. My muscles felt a little sore—probably a side effect of swinging between extreme tension and extreme ecstasy in less than a day.
"Yeah, body feels a bit stiff."
I crumpled the plastic and tossed it in the recycling. I'm a proper, upright citizen, after all. No time for idle thoughts. Busy day ahead.
I packed today's tools into my work bag. Just thinking about her down there filled me with uncontainable joy, like a kid with a new game console or a driver with a shiny new car.
I opened the steel door to the long, straight staircase leading to the basement and descended. At the bottom was another steel door, and beyond that, with about two meters of space, a soundproof door.
I opened the soundproof door, stepped in, and turned the handle to lock it securely.
Sweated bullets getting this setup installed.
There she was: Acturus. My dick was rock-hard, ready to burst—morning wood, or maybe just having my beloved right in front of me. Who knows.
"Morning?"
"…"
Acturus must not have slept well overnight. She'd been dozing against the wall and jolted upright at my voice.
"I want a greeting before I open the barred gate. Or should we pick up where we left off yesterday?"
"…Morning."
Exchanging proper morning greetings felt great.
Following my order, Acturus greeted me, but her pride must've stung—her eyes twitched faintly. That'll fade with time.
"Us greeting like this in the morning? Feels like newlyweds, right?"
Her lips went pale as she bit down hard, like she was about to spew curses the second she opened her mouth.
Kreeeeak.
The barred gate swung open with an unpleasant screech.
She huddled in the corner, staring at me.
Her left eye, where I'd sprayed the tear gas yesterday, was a bit red, but after all those tears, her magical girl healing must've kicked in—no permanent damage.
"I've got some work to do, so be a good girl and stay put, okay? No biting like yesterday?"
At my voice, memories of yesterday must've flooded back—she clutched her bruised stomach and bowed her head.
I pulled out a hammer drill and wall plugs from the bag. For securing heavy loads, the base work has to be solid.
Would've been nice to prep this ahead, but inscribing the whole house with ritual seals took all my time already.
Vreeee! Vreeee!
The drill whirred loudly—battery still good. Acturus eyed it with trembling pupils.
She finally seemed to grasp she had no power left to fight even a tool like this.
"Scared?"
She flinched.
"D-don't be ridiculous. I ain't scared of shit."
"Hahahaha!"
I burst out laughing without thinking.
She's so damn cute.
"Sc-scared my ass~"
I mimicked her in a goofy voice, and she shot to her feet, pointing and starting to curse.
Vreeee!
Flinch!
But when I fired up the drill again, she hemmed and hawed, face flushing crimson, then plopped back down.
"Anyway, stay put."
A few minutes later, screw holes drilled into the concrete wall, I tossed the hammer drill aside and pulled out the iron chains from the bag.
Classic restraint gear. Essential for today's training highlight.
As I focused on finishing touches, I sensed movement behind me.
Hm?
"Guh!"
Didn't expect her to charge so fast. The drill bit grazed my forehead, slicing skin. Blood trickled, but whatever.
Yesterday biting, today swinging a drill. Honestly, I'd half-turned my back on purpose. The thrill's electric.
What mark would Acturus leave on me next? Might even kill me if she landed it right—but that risk itself was arousing. Covered in my blood, etched into her memory forever as she killed me.
Might get hard again.
But not yet. Gotta reap the fruits of this love first.
Time for round two of training. I twisted my wrist to drop the drill and snapped my arm back.
Crack.
"Aaaagh!! You fucking psycho!! Why the hell are you doing this to me?! Why?! I don't even know a bastard like you!!"
Her wrist popped lightly, and the screaming started.
Girls are like this. They suck at bottling emotions. Once stress hits critical, they explode into hysterical meltdowns. No point talking now—she won't hear it. Time to help her calm down.
"There, there, good girl Acturus~ Deep breaths now~"
"Shut uuuup!! Kyaaaaaaaah!!"
I hugged her from behind as she shrieked and thrashed, pulling us both to the floor.
Felt cozy, like back-hugging against a bed headboard. But her struggling wouldn't quit.
"Let go! Let go, you fucking shit!! I'll kill you, I swear I'll kill you!!"
"Yeah, yeah, sure~ Whatever you say."
I rocked her side to side in my forced embrace, which only pissed her off more—she kept screaming.
Anger's funny. Once it blows, it doesn't stop. It feeds back on itself until exhaustion hits.
I'd felt it keenly over the past few years.
"Before that pretty voice of yours gets ruined, want me to help you calm down?"
I locked her legs with mine, pinned her arms twisted back. Joint locks stop all movement.
Thump!
My free hand clamped her noisy mouth and nose. Thick work gloves meant her teeth couldn't bite through.
"!? Mmph! Mmmph! Mmmph!?"
Emotional explosions always lead to hyperventilation. Block breathing when the urge is strongest, and humans drown in terror. I inhaled her hair's scent from the side.
Sniiiiff... Haaa...
"How do you smell so good without even washing?"
She felt the hairs on her nape stand from my whisper and breath in her ear.
I tilted my head to peek at her face, and she stopped screaming.
Couldn't breathe. Her terror-soaked eyes rolled toward me, pupils dilated in panic. Those eyes... So hard to hold back.
Snapped to and realized I was licking her left earlobe. Sweet. So sweet. My throbbing cock pressed against her back. She shuddered, feeling it.
Huuuuh— Haaaa~
About two minutes blocking nose and mouth. Her eyes started rolling back. Limbs went limp. Hypoxia convulsions hit arms and legs. Contractions made her abs spasm wildly.
"That's enough. Can't have you dying."
Though it'd be romantic—her last gaze on me as she faded.
Too early, though.
I released her mouth. She collapsed, gasping raggedly, body slack. I approached the passed-out girl and started stripping her. Probably didn't even register her clothes coming off.
Shlick—
Acturus unboxing time. Touched her by hand yesterday, but first time seeing with my eyes.
I slowly peeled off her nun habit.
Pale jade cleavage wrapped in thin fabric emerged, soon fully revealing simple black bra-encased breasts.
"Whoa... Look at those tits."
The kind of tits that make you say "whoa" for real. Overflowing the bra. What would it feel like sliding my dick between them? Burying my face?
And stripping her unleashed a whole new level of female musk.
Mmm♡ Mmm♡
Terror sweat drenched Acturus. Sweat pooled under her breasts, mingling her unique scent with tit aroma wafting up.
Sniiiiiff! Hoo!
"A scent I could sniff forever..."
Once so terrifying, so repulsive—now just a bitch I could kill or spare at whim.
The 180-degree power flip sent brain-melting pleasure surging.
My cock twitched, veins bulging like it'd burst any second.
H-cup.
Volume no Asian could claim. Couldn't just sniff anymore.
Trembling hands tugged her bra down, and massive tits bounced up, nipples a lovely pale pink just like I'd imagined—like cherries on birthday cake.
Slurp!
Just one taste?
Lick.
Sweeter than her ear. I suckled the hard nub, tongue circling. Wrapped my tongue around, then lashed it hard.
Sluuurp.
Tongue got boring. Filled my mouth with nipple and areola, sucking like drawing honey from a comb.
Kept tonguing the tip while sucking. Tension-hardened nipple softened under my mouth, then stiffened again from rising pleasure.
"Waaah... Mama..."
Gotta ask for nursing handjobs later.
Sucked her nipples greedily for ages until a "Ngh—" snapped me out.
Even unconscious, her body sensed it on some primal level.
I wiped drool on my sleeve.
Pushed her tits up, felt sweat-slick, soft flesh under the warm skin. Moist and hot. Stroked her sides to her plump, meaty belly.
Cautiously petted her lower abdomen—home to her precious womb, for a girl like Acturus.
Faint bluish bruise lingered from yesterday.
"Aww... Sorry, Acturus."
I tenderly kissed the bruise a few times. Where our baby would grow someday. My gaze drifted lower.
Black panties peeked through pantyhose. Matching bra set? Plain black, no lace or frills. Cute red ribbon accent at the leg holes.
Appetizer done. Time for the main course.