I Love You, Acturus
I love you, Acturus.
Pushing aside my momentary admiration, I slipped my hand straight into her panties. There was something uniquely thrilling about fingering her pussy through her underwear. The tight fabric pressed my hand and her folds even closer together.
Yeah, it's totally different from stripping her bare and going at it. I could feel a subtle dampness. Probably from her nipples. I gently worked open her entrance with my fingers, then slid my index finger in up to the second knuckle, savoring the hot, slick walls of her pussy.
Squeeze♡
Damn, she's tight.
Even just one knuckle of my index finger wasn't that thick, but her steaming hot pussy flesh clamped down on it without a gap, wrapping around it tight.
Smooth, slippery mucosa lovingly squeezing every inch of my finger. Squeeze♡
Swirl, swirl.
Where's our Acturus's happy button hiding? But as I tried to push my finger deeper inside, something caught at the tip.
Tap— Tap—
A thin, elastic membrane pushing back against my fingertip.
She's a virgin after all!
Saving it just for me, right? That's it, isn't it? I was so thrilled chills ran down my spine. I didn't hide my giddy grin as I probed a little deeper inside her. Careful not to tear her hymen, I eased my finger in ever so gently.
"Ah! Found it."
They say not every woman has a well-developed one, but even as a nun, our Acturus had a beautifully formed G-spot.
Squeeze♡
As my finger neared the sensitive spot, her inner walls contracted sharply.
I rubbed the swollen area with my fingertip, letting the ridges of my fingerprint feel every texture. Careful not to scratch her with my nail.
Sticky fluid suddenly coated my fingertip.
I stirred my middle finger inside her while teasing her clit a few times with my thumb, and I could see her inner thighs twitching.
Fucking hot. I can't hold back anymore.
Zip—
I unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock, pressing it against her pussy. Just the glans, swollen rock-hard, touching her slick, female-juiced folds sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my brain that made my scalp tingle.
Warm, soft, slippery, wet.
How good would it feel to bury the whole thing inside? Maybe just the tip...
Thwack!
The moment I punched myself in the nose, blood gushed out, and the dizzying pain snapped my lust-fogged brain awake.
No. Absolutely not.
If I fucked Acturus in her sleep now, I'd never be able to turn her "normal" and make her my woman. She has to stay a virgin until I perform the ritual to strip her of her magical girl powers.
I gritted my teeth and swung my fist at my own face again.
Smack!
This time it hit my cheekbone square on.
"Gah! Fuck..."
Ugh... that hurts like hell. Hope nothing's broken.
The bleeding and pain killed my erection in seconds.
As I clutched my gushing nose and swelling cheek, tears stinging my eyes, Acturus had sat up at some point and was staring at me with a twisted, complicated expression.
"...What the hell are you doing?"
"Wha—huh? You're awake?"
"..."
I fumbled to stuff my cock back in and pull up my pants. She furrowed her brows at me with an unreadable look, then straightened her clothes.
She probably thinks I tried to rape her while she was out. ...Well, yeah, I did. But I held back from actually penetrating her.
"Wanna drink?"
"What the fuck kind of bullshit is that all of a sudden..."
Someday we'll be laughing together over drinks.
"Feeling calmer after your nap?"
"You choked me out, asshole! You got some nerve saying that to me!"
She couldn't curse properly. Couldn't fight back. Couldn't transform and kill me.
But her pride as one of the Supreme 4 wouldn't let her obediently say "Yes, sir."
And she sure as hell didn't want to get punched in the gut until she was infertile or beaten to death.
From her perspective, it was a maddening catch-22.
Maybe her chest really felt tight—Acturus started thumping her own breasts.
"Hey! Want me to do that for you? I'll be gentle."
Her tits? Always welcome.
She shot me a look of pure disgust, glaring like I was a bug, then suddenly clutched her chest in shock at how empty it felt.
"Y-you! What did you do to my underwear?"
"Oh, this?"
I raised my right hand, which I'd hidden behind my back, into the air.
Dangle, dangle—
Her bra swinging. She lunged like a wildcat to snatch it, but I was faster.
"Nuh-uh."
"Give it back!"
"Told you, no."
Grind.
"Why... not."
"Gonna jerk off sniffing it before bed later."
Tremble, tremble.
Her fist clenched white-knuckled, but she couldn't swing.
"Y-you... fucking... psycho pervert bastard!"
"Thanks for the fap material."
Her eyes welled up with tears streaming down—not from sadness, but rage boiling over.
She, who had been treated like Humanity's Madonna everywhere from the convent to the world, where a single word from her had everyone eating out of her hand—now she couldn't even get her own bra back. The powerlessness and self-loathing were crushing her.
"Aww, don't cry! Breaks my heart."
"Sh-shut... up..."
Her long, slender lashes trembled like butterfly wings. How could I not give in looking at that?
"Sigh~ Fine. I'll give it back."
"!"
She looked at me with cheeks flushed from crying and eyes glistening. Light from the fluorescent bulb shattered in the teardrop hanging from her lashes, scattering into the air.
She's so goddamn pretty.
"But! In exchange, play a game with me. Beat me, and not only will I give back your bra—I might even let you go."
"What? What game? F-fine, I'll beat you as many times as it takes."
Living in the convent left Acturus starved for entertainment. She'd spend all day on solitaire chess, solitaire go, life-and-death go problems, stuff like that.
So the second "game" left my mouth, she bit—hook, line, and sinker.
Anyone with half a brain could see ironclad me wouldn't bet on something disadvantageous, but yesterday's and today's extreme stress and sleep deprivation had made her rash.
Losing her star power was like a billionaire waking up penniless—clouded judgment was no surprise.
Whatever. Good for me.
"Alright. Hang on a sec. I'll grab the game stuff."
"Stuff...? Board game or something? Hmph. Bring it."
She tilted her chin up disdainfully, looking down her nose at me.
"Nipples hard like that don't match the haughty look, Acturus."
"Y-you piece of shit, that's not—!"
I laughed loudly and headed to the room next to the basement cell.
The reason I gritted my teeth and held back from raping her was to perform this ritual.
A forbidden spell inscribed on an unidentified clay tablet discovered in the Esagila Temple archives in Babylonia around 2000 BCE.
"Thought I was gonna die getting that tablet..."
Lucky I stole it when it came to Korea—otherwise I'd have had to chase it to Iraq or Britain.
Anyway, the 'harimtu'—priestesses of the goddess Ishtar—were both clergy and whores. This magic was the ritual to birth a 'substitute bride' among them.
Vrrr, vrrr.
I tested the power on the slender rod-shaped vibrator in my hand and thought of Acturus.
"I'll... rebirth you, Acturus. Make your soul pure."
For this magic to succeed, she needed mind-shattering orgasms beyond imagination. The kind where tears and drool pour out and eyes roll back.
If that was all, potent hallucinogens like heroin would do—but it wasn't that simple, or I wouldn't have hunted Mesopotamian tablets.
The key was pure, willing acceptance of the union. Desperate desire to become one with the partner! So no simple aphrodisiac gels, and definitely no hardcore drugs—they'd ruin it. Mild aids were fine as supplements.
Over the next exactly seven days, I planned to completely remake Acturus's pure body.
I couldn't wait.
To make her body mine.
Just imagining twisting the chaste nun's defenses into my perfect fucktoy made me grin ear to ear.
If the ritual succeeded, her soul would be washed clean, reborn. That's what the tablet said.
Then the new Acturus would finally atone, reflect...
Grind, grind, grind.
"F-fuck... fucking bullshit. Pfft, hahahahaha!"
What atonement from that bitch? It's all an act.
Just to drag that cunt into the abyss and make her writhe in despair.
The me in the mirror kept mouthing off.
In the end, you'll kill her and end this pathetic love play in hollow emptiness, then suicide—
Bang...!!
Crash!
"No! I love Acturus. I'll save her. It was all that star's fault—how could a human handle that power? That's anime bullshit. Magical girls? Doesn't make sense in reality. Strip the star power, and she'll go back to being a good, normal girl. Apologize to me, hug me, replace the family she stole with ours, bear our kids. I'll fix all the other magical girls too. Sirius, Altair, all of them—erase them from this world. Monsters, stars, magical girls... reset it all, restore the world as it should be. A clean world without magical girls."
That's my true revenge.
Not just killing a couple humans—erase their entire kind's norms, delete the very concept of magical girls from existence.
Save all the girls forcibly chosen by that unknown monster called a star, turn them back into ordinary girls.
And for what they took from me, make them my family, bear my children.
That's the real revenge I envision. Acturus is the glorious first step.
"Heh, hehehe."
Nod, nod.
Can't fuck up this crucial first button. I vowed to myself, calming my racing heart.
"I love you, Acturus."
Murmuring alone, I stepped out to see her again.
Crack, crackle.
The empty room held only shattered mirror shards and my bloodstains.
"Y-Y-Your Majesty, we got a message from the Magical Girl Association today."
Shiver, shiver.
The horned A-rank monster, terror everywhere it went, trembled like a leaf as it reported.
"Oh? What'd they say?"
Small wonder—before him sat S-rank mental monster Hwan-saek Yoma, legs crossed. Her specialty: invading minds, puppeteering at will.
One wrong move, and he'd be a vegetable without knowing how.
"Th-they... were incredibly rude."
"Spit it out."
The monster blurted it as she narrowed her eyes.
"'We don't know what you're plotting, but touch our assets and expect to get away with it? Big mistake. Restore everything in one week, or prepare for war.'"
Silence filled the room.
"What...?"
Utter disbelief.
"We haven't touched shit—what bullshit is this?"
The monster, even more terrified by her sharpened tone, cautiously offered its opinion.
"W-whatever it is, seems like some rogue monster not in our union."
Hwan-saek Yoma twisted her face demon-like and hurled her teacup.
Splash—
Crash!
Human blood sprayed with the shards.
"Which psycho fuck messes with Magical Girl Association assets?!"
Tremble.
Fists clenched, she raged. Union leader or not, the power gap with the Association was no joke. Swallowing their demands like a lamb bruised her pride viciously.
"Find 'em. One week, right? Buy time by sweet-talking a bit longer. Gotta see how batshit crazy they are—invade their skull myself."
"Y-yes, Majesty!!"
The horned monster shuddered at visions of Yoma wrecking its brain and fled the office like a bat out of hell.