Chapter 10: Invisible Man (5)
Chapter 10: Invisible Man (5)
"A bratty little cunt." That was the derogatory term the Invisible Man used to describe me, reflecting exactly how I looked through his eyes.
Even in my everyday form, without transforming into a Magical Girl, I tended to look quite young for my age. Although there was only a year's difference, no one had realized I was actually an adult disguised as a high school student until now.
‘Still, I don’t think I look young enough to be called a "brat."’
But if I assumed the Invisible Man wasn't around my age, it wasn't entirely nonsensical. Just as a twenty-year-old might see a ten-year-old as a mere child even if the kid insists they aren't, to an adult in their 30s or 40s, a twenty-year-old would still look like a brat rather than a proper adult.
‘He did seem a bit older.’
I recalled the scent I’d caught earlier. Coffee and cigarettes were things many adult men lived on, but the specific brands smelled more like something an older man would use rather than someone my age. Given that he specifically targeted high school girls, it seemed likely the Invisible Man was quite a bit older.
But that wasn't what mattered right now. Regardless of his age, the core issue was what he had just said. Going back to before that shocking insult of being a "bratty little cunt."
‘He said... he was going to take back what’s his, right?’
He wasn't a debt collector, so what exactly was he planning to take back? In truth, I already had the answer within me. When I thought about what the Invisible Man had "given" me, it became clear what I had to "return" to him.
‘What the Invisible Man did for me was...’
Groping my breasts and buttocks. Molesting me in a public place and making me endure it while stifling my moans. And then, not just rubbing my pussy over my panties, but actually shoving his fingers inside to make me feel good.
Normally, one wouldn't describe such acts as "doing something for me." It would be more accurate to say I was "victimized" by a molester who committed sexual harassment at his own whim. But in our case, it was different.
‘Because he found out.’
That I wanted to be victimized. That I wanted to be targeted by a molester. That I had even gone so far as to find out his preference for high school girls, put on a school uniform, and slinked out on a weekend as if I were heading to school.
...Because he had found me out.
‘Then what happens now?’
Since he touched my breasts and butt... do I have to do the same for him?
I didn't think that was what he wanted. Besides, by that logic, how was I supposed to pay him back for fingering my pussy?
Gulp.
The answer to that was also already inside me.
Along with a lewd imagination, a single pink point at the center of my chest swelled up as if trying to pierce through my shirt.
Freed from the suffocating bra, my nipple stood erect like a rocket launching toward a master who would make it feel good. It didn't matter if the opponent was invisible.
The bra, which had served as a suppressor to prevent the lewd nature of my nipples from being exposed, lay crushed under my unnecessarily large buttocks, soaking up moisture. It was as if it were shedding tears, apologizing for failing to protect me.
In reality, it was just that my pussy was growing hot, and the bra hidden beneath it was being warmed in turn.
The Invisible Man, taking in the entire sight from start to finish, stroked my head as if impressed. Though I couldn't see it, his hand was definitely ruffling my hair.
"Ah, come to think of it, student. Where are you going in a school uniform on a weekend? I meant to ask earlier but forgot."
"Ah... I..."
My answer was half-hearted, similar to before, but there was a distinct difference. Until a moment ago, I had at least looked the old lady in the eye when responding, but now I just stared blankly ahead.
Something invisible was right in front of me. I could tell through two senses: the zip of a fly being lowered I’d heard a moment ago, and the scent of a male that overwhelmed my nose until it felt like my breath was catching, even without me trying to sniff it out.
If I were to reach out and touch it myself, I would be able to perceive it with yet another sense. That hard, hot, and sticky thing. Perhaps it would grow even larger and harder within my hand.
"Nn, uuuugh..."
"Getting impatient, are we?"
The Invisible Man brazenly dangled it in front of my eyes while rubbing my erect nipples with both hands. It was a blatant ploy to provoke me. If I were an ordinary lewd woman, I might not have been able to hold back any longer and would have taken it into my mouth.
However, even though it might sound ridiculous to say this after I had practically begged to be molested, I still felt a sense of resistance toward touching a man's genitals or putting them in my mouth.
Even now, it was the same. I could think about it casually when I was alone, but when faced with the reality, I felt embarrassed even to think the word. Uttering it aloud was even more shameful. It felt as if the moment the magic wand was placed before my eyes, the hypnosis was suddenly broken.
"You've come this far and now you're playing hard to get?"
I wasn't playing hard to get. Deep down, I wanted to be taken; I had the thought that I wanted to experience it at least once. But I couldn't bring myself to step forward and suck it first as the Invisible Man wanted. I simply couldn't.
Perhaps the Invisible Man was starting to lose his patience, as he began to thrust his cock further forward. Since he already perceived me as a total pervert, he probably thought I would bow my head and start sucking the moment he offered it... but it seemed he was getting a bit anxious.
It is a very painful thing to stand still with an erection when there is a female you want to breed right in front of you. So, his frustration was understandable.
‘...But still, this is a bit much.’
Something hot and hard touched my cheek. It felt as if he were masturbating against my skin, pressing and rubbing against my soft cheek. My face, which had already been used as masturbation material by an unspecified multitude, was now being used as a masturbation tool by a single man.
The Invisible Man, who had smeared plenty of pre-cum all over my face as if marking his territory, didn't stop there. As if warning me that if I didn't perform a blowjob voluntarily, he would force an irrumatio on me, he slathered the cock-juice all over my lips.
"Mmph..."
The first cosmetic to ever touch a face that had never known makeup was a man's pre-cum, and the first thing applied to lips that had never worn lipstick was cock-juice.
‘I suppose this counts as adding moisture, in a way.’
It was unpleasant, disgusting, and foul...
And that was why it was so arousing.
Yes, this is it. Stepping forward to suck it first would have been the wrong choice after all. I’m glad I didn't.
While sucking a man's genitals under duress was shameful, having pre-cum smeared on my face was even more so.
Whether it was rubbed on my face or sucked recklessly, the physical sexual pleasure I felt wasn't that great. After all, I was being aroused by the sense of depravity coming from this situation. From that perspective, my current state was far more stimulating than simply giving a blowjob.
Above all, true defeat must be preceded by intense resistance and struggling. If I were to just snap it up and start sucking away just because the Invisible Man held my weakness over me, wouldn't that be too easy a defeat?
What I desired was to remain unbroken even while my face and lips were being tormented like this. And then, at the very, very end, to finally have my mouth 'used.' I shouldn't be serving him with my mouth. It had to be used. As a token of true defeat and surrender. As proof of total conquest.
"Do you know what's being rubbed against your lips right now?"
"..."
"Answer me. If you don't, I'll leak the video of me fingering your pussy from behind."
"W-when did you even take a video..."
"If you're not going to suck it, keep your mouth shut."
He must have taken videos as well as photos. The strange thing was that I hadn't seen his phone, let alone his face or body. Perhaps he had the ability to turn other objects invisible in addition to himself.
"So, what is this?"
"...Genitals. A man's, genitals."
"Are you kidding me? Do you think just because you're wearing a uniform, you're actually a student? No, even middle schoolers these days wouldn't give an answer like that."
My face grew increasingly red. This was half acting, half genuine. I couldn't help but be embarrassed. That I, who used to be a man, had to say the vulgar name for it while having a man's thing rubbed against my mouth.
"P-penis."
"Are you a foreigner?"
"Phallus."
"You want to die?"
The Invisible Man's piece drew closer and closer. It forced its way between my lips and tapped against my tightly shut front teeth. The door of my teeth was in danger of being forced open. It was obvious that this uninvited guest would wreck my mouth and throat.
"...Cock."
"It's a dick, you bitch. A dick."
Something tapped my cheek. It didn't hurt, but it was just the right amount of force to be unpleasant. It was the Invisible Man's palm, and in my surprise, my lips parted slightly without me realizing it.
And the Invisible Man didn't miss that opening.
Slurp—
"Mmph—?!"
My mouth, which I had only opened slightly, was forced wide into a large 'O' shape as if undergoing an expansion project. Even though only the glans had entered, it was so large it felt like my jaw would dislocate. I had thought it would be big, but holding it in my mouth was beyond my imagination.
"If you bite, you're dead. You know that, right?"
That threat of death might not have been a bluff; it might have been the truth. My body, which had gained an extra hole when I turned from a man into a woman—I didn't want another hole poked in my stomach or chest. Thus, for the first time in my life, I experienced the sensation of being extremely careful not to let my teeth touch the thing I was holding in my mouth.
"Pu— Puhaaa...!"
It was the same when he was fingering my pussy before, but the Invisible Man was surprisingly gentle at first. I had realized long ago that it was just to tease me, but this time, I was simply grateful.
"Cough, cough..."
"I haven't even put half of it in yet. Next time, I'm shoving it all the way. Got it?"
"Mmph... mmmph..."
"It's okay. As long as you act like nothing's wrong, no one will notice. You just have to hide it with your mouth."
When I didn't answer, the Invisible Man grabbed my jaw with his hand and forced my mouth open. Then, he rubbed the glans—coated in a thick juice of my saliva mixed with his pre-cum—against the inside of my cheeks.
"Heaa... haaa..."
"Look at this bitch loving it. A total masochist."
I writhed my body, not knowing what to do with myself, and seeing that, the Invisible Man whispered with a small chuckle.
"Yeah, just like usual. Just like I fingered your pussy last time, this time I'm going to fuck your mouth-pussy with this. "
"M-mouth-pussy..."
"Then what is this? It's not a finger. What is this thing fucking your mouth-pussy? Say it properly."
There was no hint of playfulness in those last few words. He held my jaw and asked while my mouth... no, my mouth-pussy was held wide open, exposing the lewd pink flesh for all the world to see.
"...C-cock."
"What?"
"D-dick... it's a dick..."
Only then did I give the answer he wanted.
"Guh-ack—!"
The moment I gave the answer. Like a teacher administering corporal punishment to a naughty student—or perhaps like a teacher giving a belated reward for finally getting the answer right—he thrust his 'dick,' with its dual meaning, into my mouth-pussy.
The Invisible Man's thick cock, both a punishment and a reward, pierced all the way to my throat in an instant. At first, I resisted the unfamiliar meat-pole that was neither drink nor food, but it was futile. After being poked a few times, it was breached with pathetic ease.
My throat, having lost its virginity, transformed in an instant. My esophagus—the path for receiving food—began to change into a path for receiving a cock.
Despite not having transformed, the body of a Magical Girl, which possessed inherently superior survival instincts, adapted to the situation in an instant. And soon, it succeeded in transforming a normal esophagus into an onahole dedicated to masturbating the Invisible Man's cock.
While it could be seen as a regression as a human, it was a clear evolution as a female. Whether this would ultimately be a gain or a loss for me, I didn't know, but such things didn't matter much right now.
What mattered now wasn't me, but the Invisible Man who was using me. It was only natural, as I had been defeated after a villain caught my weakness and saw through my inner thoughts. A defeated female must prioritize the victorious male over herself.
Slurp— Squish— Gulp—♡
The Invisible Man, who had been stroking my crown a moment ago as if praising a submissive girlfriend, now gripped my hair tightly. My hair, already ruffled, was now completely ruined, drenched in the sweat from his palm.
Why was he gripping it like this? Was he trying to hold back his ejaculation as long as possible to keep using my throat-onahole, which had been repurposed solely for his cock? Or was it because he could thrust more violently by holding onto these 'handles'?
Even though I didn't vibrate my vocal cords of my own will, lewd sound effects poured out through my mouth.
"Student... are you really okay?"
"Gurgle— Slurp— Squish—"
"You've been saying strange things to yourself for a while now. Are you talking to me? Or are you sick?"
The words 'Please just mind your own business' rose to my throat. However, the Invisible Man thrust his heavy glans into my throat, sending those impudent words back down into my stomach. When teaching manners to a cheeky brat of a female, a man's Confucian-cock is truly effective.
After one deep thrust, he tickled my nose with his pitch-black pubic hair, and as I coughed and sputtered with tears and snot running down my face, he slowly withdrew his cock from my throat.
He rested the retracted glans on my slimy, warm tongue for a moment. As if my bright red tongue were his personal cock-rest.
Not stopping there, he leaned in and whispered softly into my ear as I struggled to breathe.
"You masochist bitch, you want more, don't you?"
"Heh...?"
At that moment, I was feeling both relieved and disappointed that the Invisible Man hadn't come in my mouth, so I didn't immediately understand what he said. It was only after I regained my senses a moment later that I could comprehend.
"Wanting more... means..."
It could be interpreted in two ways. Either to continue this irrumatio—no, this blowjob—where I sucked his invisible cock while avoiding people's eyes on the subway. Or to move on to the next stage.
When I cautiously asked which one it was, the Invisible Man reached his hand between my legs, which had slid open without me realizing it while my throat was being fucked. Having my pussy mound suddenly touched, I trembled in shock.
"Why ask the obvious?"
Gulp.
I could tell from that gesture just now. The Invisible Man didn't want oral sex like before; he wanted actual sex.
‘...R-really?’
I hadn't thought this far. After all, the Invisible Man was ultimately just a molester. While there were many reports of him groping and harassing women, I had never heard a report of him committing rape.
So, naturally, I had only expected to be toyed with by the Invisible Man as if I were a piece of adult equipment. I hadn't even expected... no, I hadn't even imagined it would go as far as actual penetration.
I hesitated for a moment, but even that hesitation seemed like total surrender in the eyes of the Invisible Man. Because the next moment, he whispered this into my ear.
"Get off at this station. I'll take your virginity just like you want."