Chapter 11: Invisible Man (6)
Chapter 11: Invisible Man (6)
"Get off at this station. I'll take your virginity just like you wanted."
The moment I heard those words, my hips twitched. I almost stood up without realizing it. If I had lacked even a shred of self-control, I would have followed the Invisible Man like someone possessed.
‘No, not like this.’
However, the ironclad mental fortitude of a Hero—and I was a Hero before I was a Magical Girl—did not crumble so easily. I was someone who got off on the situation of being defeated by an enemy; I wasn't some bitch who just loved men and dicks.
Therefore, I couldn't accept giving my first time to the Invisible Man 'voluntarily.'
If he had meticulously manipulated me into a situation where I didn't even realize I was being tricked before pouncing on me, that would be one thing. But following him like a lost puppy, grinning and swooning over the temptation of having my virginity taken, was far too damaging to my pride.
‘I have to create a situation.’
I couldn't follow him of my own free will. I had to go reluctantly, or by force. At the very least, I had to maintain the appearance of being dragged along against my wishes.
I don't want to, I hate this so much… but I have no choice but to be fucked and defeated by the Invisible Man. I had to manufacture that exact scenario.
And I knew exactly how to bait him into it.
"…W-when did I ever say I wanted that?"
"Trying to deny it now? After you snuck onto the train specifically because you wanted to be groped?"
"Ugh, that’s… b-but sex… ngh, putting it inside is a completely different story!"
The Invisible Man clicked his tongue as if annoyed. He probably expected me to follow him submissively by now, so my stronger-than-expected resistance was grating on his nerves.
But I wasn't worried in the slightest. As I’d thought before, the Invisible Man was a hunter. He wasn't the type to give up and retreat just because his prey was a bit feisty. If anything, it would only fuel his competitive streak.
"I absolutely can't. How could I give my first time to… to someone whose face I don't even know…?"
I’d already been caught boarding the subway in hopes of being molested, but penetration was a whole different ball game. It was like the transition from Part 1 to Part 2 of a story. Crossing that line I’d been precariously guarding wasn't an easy feat.
It wasn't just acting; I was genuinely conflicted. If my bait worked and I ended up on the verge of being fucked, would I end this 'roleplay,' transform into a Magical Girl, and beat the Invisible Man to a pulp? Or would I just let it happen?
Deciding to leave that choice to my future self, I continued calmly.
"I know who you are. You're a Villain, right? I think they call you the 'Invisible Man.' I heard you've been appearing on this line frequently."
"……."
"I was just confused for a moment and made a mistake. If you push me any further, I'll report you immediately. Do you understand? This is the end. So, delete all those photos and videos you took in secret."
I almost laughed at my own words. Naturally, the Invisible Man had no reason to comply. Since he was obsessively fixated on keeping his identity hidden, the threat of reporting him might carry some weight, but he had no reason to delete the footage.
In other words, this was a lure. I was reminding the Invisible Man that he had photos and videos of me in his possession, subtly suggesting the tactic of using them to blackmail me into sex.
Unless someone was truly wicked, they wouldn't be able to carry out such a plan even if they thought of it.
But could this demon of lust—who had spent months using his invisibility to molest people and was currently on the verge of climaxing from irrumatio—actually hold back?
"…Heh, you really want those photos deleted that badly?"
Sure enough, the Invisible Man took the bait immediately.
*
I got off at the next station. Under a semi-coercive atmosphere, I walked out on my own two feet.
It was a station far from my house, but that didn't matter. I had gotten off to go to the restroom.
‘W-what should I do…?’
Everything was going according to plan, but now that the moment was right in front of me, my heart was pounding for no reason. Is this what they call a 'Virgin Bitch'? It didn't seem like a very flattering title to give myself, so I decided to put it out of my mind.
Instead, what came to mind were the words the Invisible Man had whispered in my ear just before we got off the train.
The crazy bastard was telling me he’d delete his collection of Do Min-jeong's non-consensual nudes if I personally took and sent him a new one. I guess you have to be at least this insane to go around molesting people with a superpower like invisibility.
However, I pretended to hesitate before accepting the proposal. I didn't even ask, 'How can I be sure you'll keep your word?' It wasn't particularly important.
What mattered was the Invisible Man's true intention. His scheme was transparent, but I didn't point that out either.
‘He’s coming to fuck me.’
The selfie was nothing. Being naked in a men's restroom was the main event. He would use his invisibility to follow me in secret, then catch me while I was exposed and commit all sorts of atrocities.
He’d threaten me, asking if I wanted to be known as a nympho who stripped in a men's room. He’d claim he hadn't deleted the photos yet despite his promise, but would 'really' do it this time if I performed just one more mission.
‘And then he’ll shove his dick in.’
The upcoming developments were clear as day. In most cases, spoilers kill the anticipation, but sometimes, knowing a scene is coming makes your heart race as you wait for it to happen. This was exactly one of those times.
With a pounding heart, I hurried toward the restroom. If there was one silver lining, it was that unlike other women, the psychological burden of entering a men's room wasn't that great for me.
It had been a while since I became a girl, but I had rarely set foot in a women's restroom. I tried to avoid using public restrooms as much as possible when I was out.
No one would think it was strange to see me there, but I was the one who felt uncomfortable, so I couldn't help it.
Conversely, while entering a men's room would look bizarre to others, it was all too familiar to me.
I lingered in front of the restroom for a while, checking my surroundings. I wanted to wait until everyone inside had left and slip in without being noticed by passersby.
Fortunately, it was a station with low foot traffic, and the restroom was located in a secluded spot and poorly maintained. Because of that, almost no one used it unless it was an absolute emergency.
‘Now.’
And I was someone with an 'urgent' matter. The moment I stepped into the men's room, I felt a presence.
If I had seen someone inside with my own eyes, I would have turned around immediately, making the excuse that I’d mistaken it for the women's room. But I didn't. I realized the identity of the presence I’d just sensed.
‘…He was already here waiting?’
My superhuman senses told me clearly that there was someone else in this restroom. I was particularly wary of the space in front of the furthest stall. But there was nothing to be seen.
The Invisible Man.
The man who had ordered me to strip naked in the furthest stall of the men's room and send him a selfie had arrived before me and was waiting in hiding.
‘What is he planning?’
I thought he would follow me, but I didn't expect him to be here first. This was different from the development I’d anticipated. It probably wouldn't change the end result much, but… it still made my heart flutter a little.
I pretended not to notice, acting as if I knew nothing.
I simply played the part of a virgin who was so embarrassed she didn't know what to do after entering the forbidden territory of a men's room, showing no special reaction. I acted as if I had no idea the Invisible Man was here with me.
As I stood in front of the furthest stall, the Invisible Man stood behind me as silently as a ninja. And as I opened the door and stepped inside, he followed, sticking to me like a shadow.
Ultimately, a pair of a man and a woman entered the narrow stall. Even though I tried my best to ignore him, it was hard to do so when we were pressed together like this. His faint but ragged breathing tickled my ear, and the musky scent of sweat stimulated my nose. I began to understand how a rabbit feels when targeted by a predator.
‘Does he want me to notice? Or does he want to give me a big surprise?’
I decided to just give up. To think I was considering a Villain's thoughts when I’d come here to enjoy myself as a form of masturbation. It was so absurd I almost let out a chuckle, forgetting that the Invisible Man was watching.
To think of the other person's perspective before my own. Was my inner self turning into 'submissive mode' because I was enjoying defeat play? Perhaps this was more addictive than any drug.
‘Let’s just do as I was told.’
I sat on the toilet to make room for the Invisible Man to stand comfortably in front of me. Then, I began to shed my clothes one by one. I was becoming naked in a men's restroom of my own volition.
I wondered what kind of expression I was making right now. I was pretending to be nervous, but I was sure a hint of arousal was leaking through. Given the situation, I couldn't help but be excited.
The men's restroom—a place I used to enter without a second thought six months ago, but was now forbidden to me. I hadn't entered by mistake; I had entered because I was ordered to. And I was doing it while stripping down to my bare skin.
And to think, I was supposed to be the proud Hero, Magical Girl Floss.
‘I’m just a common nympho at this rate…♡’
But come to think of it, the difference between a virgin and a nympho was paper-thin. Every time my outfit became lighter, I felt the male pheromones filling the space grow thicker, and I stimulated the Invisible Man's urge to rape.
I neatly folded my school skirt and shirt and placed them on the floor, topping them with my plain white panties and bra like a garnish. After a quick glance at the folded clothes, I picked up my phone.
Conscious of the Invisible Man, who was surely standing right in front of me with a rock-hard cock even if I couldn't see him… I struck a pose for the nude photo.
The expression on my face was reflected through the camera. It was quite complex. I was flushed bright red with shame, yet my eyes held a look of contempt and disgust, as if I loathed the situation.
Click!
A nude selfie taken while sitting on a toilet in a strange subway station's men's room with my legs slightly parted. With a trembling heart, I sent the photo to the email address the Invisible Man had given me.
‘What exactly are you aiming for?’
As I pressed the 'Send' button, I asked him inwardly.
And the Invisible Man responded with a strange notification sound.
Ding!
"…Ah?"
The sound escaped my lips in my flustered state. But the owner of the invisible phone that had chimed, the Invisible Man, moved swiftly as if he had been waiting for this exact moment.
First, he snatched up my school uniform that I’d neatly folded on the floor. My clothes, floating in mid-air, soon vanished as if they had never existed.
It was the moment it was revealed that the Invisible Man could turn objects he touched invisible as well, but that wasn't what was important right now. I had to show the reaction of a woman who had just taken a nude selfie in a men's room only to have her clothes stolen right before her eyes.
"W-who is it… stop joking around! Don't tell me, you again…?"
"Heh, aren't you a bit too easy? It was funny enough that you walked into a men's room on your own, but to actually send a nude selfie."
"Ugh, uuuuuugh……."
"Well, thanks for the jerk-off material. Your expression is fucking hot. But you didn't seriously think you were going home looking like that, did you?"
Because voices reflect so well in a restroom, I looked around frantically as if I couldn't tell where the Invisible Man was.
"Keep your promise! I sent the selfie! A-and… give me back my clothes!"
"Yeah, yeah, I'll keep it even if you don't tell me. But the clothes are a separate matter, aren't they?"
"What does that… wait, then give me your phone first! I need to check!"
"What, are you my wife? Besides, I never said when I’d delete them. I'll get around to it slowly this month."
It felt like I’d been hit over the head. But it wasn't a sense of betrayal; it was closer to arousal from being turned on. The Villain's attitude, treating a Hero of Justice like some brain-dead bitch.
Even in the same sexual harassment dynamic, now that I was naked instead of wearing my uniform and underwear, and now that we were in such a cramped, enclosed space instead of a public one, it was only natural for the situation to change.
The relationship was being redefined. I, who could transform into a Magical Girl at any time and beat the Villain, was 'above,' and the Invisible Man was 'below.' Even without transforming, I was above him on the subway because a groper has to run away the moment I scream.
But at this moment, the hierarchy was flipped. The Invisible Man, who had taken my clothes, had seized firm control. Furthermore, no matter what he did to me here, as long as I was naked in a men's restroom, I was the one at a disadvantage.
‘The CCTV probably caught me walking into the men's room of my own volition, too.’
My confident attitude turned passive. my sharp tone became pitiful, and the contempt in my eyes began to be replaced by the light of submission.
I felt my heart flutter like a young girl before a picnic. I curled my body, hugging my chest with both arms.
"T-then… what am I supposed to do about my clothes…?"
"Still using informal speech without knowing your place? You bratty kid."
"A-ah… please don't be like that……."
Since we were out of the subway, the Invisible Man no longer lowered his voice. The power of that threatening, mid-to-low tone was immense.
On the other hand, a hint of coquetry began to seep into my voice. I had never spoken like this in my life, so even I was surprised. I had become aware of a female instinct to act charming toward an adversary the moment I lost my advantage and fell into the abyss.
"Y-you can keep the photo to jerk off to, so just give me back my clothes…."
After denial and anger, compromise inevitably follows. I tried to trade a photo showing my bare breasts and smooth virgin pussy for my clothes.
"Do you still not know who's on top?"
Naturally, the Invisible Man didn't entertain that negotiation. Why would he care about a photo? When the incredibly hot girl from that photo was right in front of him, naked and dripping pussy juice, he could just fuck her right now.
"A nympho who impersonated a high schooler because she wanted to be molested, and snuck into a men's room naked because she wanted to be raped."
"W-wanted to be raped? What kind of nonsense is that…?"
"Nonsense? Then what's this cunt juice dripping from your pussy?"
The Invisible Man squeezed my breast hard. Red handprints were left on my chest from his invisible hand, and my semi-erect nipple poked out firmly.
"Pfft."
The Invisible Man let out a sneer. As if he were looking at a bitch rather than a human.
For the record, I'm a sucker for this kind of thing.
"Look at those nipples, standing up because you're in heat."
"Haa-ugh……♡"
"Yeah, yeah. That's the way. You get caught being a pervert, deny it with all your might, but you can't hide your masochistic instincts, so you get turned on when I bully you into feeling ashamed."
"N-ngh… stop it……♡"
"See? You're enjoying having your nipples twisted right now. Normal girls don't act like this. They want to be cherished and treated gently. Your kind should be called a bitch, not a woman. Do you understand?"
Every sentence, every word hit me like a critical blow. I felt like I might come just from listening to his dirty talk.
But I couldn't give him a 100% sense of conquest just yet, so I forced a frown and glared into the air with eyes full of contempt.
"What… what do I have to do……."
"What do I have to do?"
"……W-what do I have to do?"
I heard him laugh again. At this moment, I was as good as fallen. Just because I was born with masochistic tendencies, a never-defeated Magical Girl Hero had been brought low by a mere petty criminal like the Invisible Man.
In a tone of desperation, I pleaded abjectly with the man I could normally defeat with a single finger.
"What do I have to do… to get my clothes back……."
"Hmm…… how about this?"
The Invisible Man let go of my breast and poked the top of my head. At the same time, his invisibility flickered, and something suddenly appeared in the air. It looked like a vitamin at a glance, but I knew exactly what that pink object was.
"……A condom?"
"Correct."
An unused condom floated in the air, as if the Invisible Man were shaking it in his hand. Soon, he tore open the wrapper, pinched the air out of the reservoir tip, and began to put it on. The condom, now clinging to his cock, also became invisible.
I couldn't take my eyes off the process, watching it from start to finish.
"I'm going to put this on and fuck you."
"F-fuck me?"
"You were expecting it, weren't you? Why act surprised now? Let's make a bet."
"……A bet? What kind of bet?"
"No matter how I look at it, it seems like you're enjoying this, but since you claim otherwise, I want to find out for sure."
He challenged me with a faint smirk.
"Try to hold back and not climax until I ejaculate."
"Why should I be fucked by someone like you……."
"Yeah, yeah, you've got a pathetic pussy, so you'll probably go right away. I know. So I'll give you an advantage."
The Invisible Man lightly ignored my minor rebellion and continued.
"An advantage?"
"Yeah. It's okay if you go. You just have to not get caught. Easy, right?"
"……."
"Women don't spray semen when they come like men do. Isn't that right?"
He was right. Unlike men, women don't leave any specific evidence when they climax. At most, their bodies might tremble? If I gritted my teeth and insisted I hadn't come, he wouldn't be able to say anything.
However, on very rare occasions, women also emit something when they come, just like men ejaculate.
"……Unless you end up squirting, you won't get caught."
I gulped.
I already knew from the Invisible Man's groping and my own masturbation that I tended to get quite wet. Still, except for that night when I first discovered the Female Hero Gallery Back Alley and masturbated as a woman for the first time, I had never actually squirted.
So, if… I were to spray a fountain from the Invisible Man's dick, that would surely be my 'defeat.'
It wouldn't just be losing a bet. I would be a Magical Girl defeated by the Invisible Man, a Hero defeated by a Villain, and a female animal defeated by a male.
"If I win, you'll give me back my clothes, right?"
"Is that all? I'll hand over the phone, too. So you can delete every photo and video of you with your own hands."
"……Then what do you get?"
Instead of answering, the Invisible Man rubbed a hot, hard rod against my cheek. It seemed he had stripped at some point. He might have even been naked before I arrived.
But this time, the sticky fluid from the tip of the rod didn't get on my face like it did on the subway. Because he was wearing a condom.
"If I win the bet, I'm taking this off."
"……Taking it off?"
"The condom. I'm going to take it off and cum."
The Invisible Man's invisible hand pressed down firmly on my lower abdomen.
"Raw creampie."
"……Huh?"
"I'm going to dump a load inside you without caring whether you get pregnant or not. And don't think it'll end with just one."
……Ah.
Waiting for a scene you've already been spoiled on is good, but having an insane, unexpected scene pop out is also great.
Reality always surpasses the imagination. Feeling that once again, I gently placed both hands on my lower abdomen where the Invisible Man's touch had lingered.
‘Wow, my lower belly is throbbing…….’
A sensation I was feeling for the first time in my life, as if my womb were pleading for something.
I’d probably become addicted to this feeling before long.
At that thought, my eyes naturally curved into crescents.