Chapter 117: Sensory Sync Magical Girl Onahole (1)
Chapter 117: Sensory Sync Magical Girl Onahole (1)
“Thank you, Hero!!”
“We’ll never forget what you’ve done for us!”
“Ahaha, as long as everyone is safe, that’s more than enough for me.”
Magical Girl Floss—that is, me—had just finished mopping up villains like any other day. I stood there, waiting for the backup crew to arrive and handle the cleanup after I’d knocked the bad guys senseless.
‘That was actually pretty good, wasn’t it?’
What started as an occasional deviation had now fully evolved into a hobby: defeat play. The villain I’d caught this time called himself Shadow. He could manipulate shadows to bind or restrain people’s limbs, usually using the distraction to pick pockets—a petty criminal considering the sheer potential of his power.
But for some reason, he’d decided to go big this time and try to rob a bank. Now, he was pinned under my boot. Honestly, I’m the one who usually enjoys being pinned down, but with so many eyes on me, well... sigh.
‘Still, that part earlier was nice.’
It wasn’t quite good enough to keep on repeat, but Shadow’s shadow-binding play hadn’t been half bad.
At first, I was a bit disappointed because he only tied up my legs to stop me from moving. But then, as if he’d finally realized the potential of his own ability, he slowly moved the shadows upward, starting to grope and fiddle with various parts of my body.
In that moment, Shadow’s eyes were thick with lust, looking exactly like a middle school boy who’d just discovered masturbation for the first time. As the target for his nearly infinite release of sexual desire, I happily played along with his little game.
He moved the shadows like plump tentacles, binding my thighs before sliding them up to caress my buttocks. He even targeted my lower abdomen where my womb is, and eventually bound me so tightly that my breasts were thrust forward through my clothes, causing a delicious sort of pain.
Since Shadow had been in the middle of a bank robbery when I arrived, there were plenty of citizens held hostage. Naturally, the bank tellers and the crowd were all looking at me with desperate eyes, praying for my victory.
But that was exactly why being a Magical Girl toyed with by Shadow’s shadow tentacles right in front of them was so much more erotic. The citizens falling into despair, crying that it was over, that even the hero who came to save them was in such a pathetic state...
Being sexually humiliated so openly in front of people fit my tastes perfectly. Especially because I was being tormented not by my own will, but entirely by the villain’s.
Shadow, who had seemed mentally weak at first, was gradually growing—not as a villain, but as a male. When he started choking me with the shadows, I almost lost it. If I’d let my guard down for even a second, I would have had a genuine orgasm and put on a squirting show right in front of everyone.
‘The way they looked at me then was especially good...’
A flood of gazes, heavy with mixed emotions. The despair of seeing the hero they trusted being so utterly defeated. The desperate hope that there might still be a chance.
And that wasn't all. Some men were clearly getting turned on by the sight of me bound by shadow tentacles, their crotches bulging. Some women looked at me with pure contempt, seeing a supposed hero being treated in such a lewd and disgraceful manner.
“Well, I beat him in the end, so I guess it was just a minor incident, right?”
I let out a small smirk and pressed my foot down harder on the unconscious Shadow. I could have enjoyed it longer, but this was a public place. If I’d actually squirted, the cleanup would have been a nightmare.
‘If I’d really sprayed, I would’ve been the queen of the Female Hero Gallery for a month.’
It’s not like I’m retiring from hero work today. It would be a problem if photos or videos of that started circulating. That’s why I tried to finish as discreetly as possible, but that choking part... I just couldn't help myself.
“Anyway, Shadow, I have something to ask you.”
“Kh... you think... I’ll talk...?”
“You’ll spill everything once the interrogation starts anyway. Why not just tell me now?”
“…….”
Since I’d caught him, I figured I’d ask a few things before the backup arrived. For example, about... the Villain Association.
“Y-You know about that?”
“Of course. Even the heroes are aware of the Villain Association’s existence now.”
“So what if you are...?”
“You have a pretty powerful ability like shadow manipulation, yet you spent your time as a petty thief doing things like pickpocketing. Then suddenly, you commit a major crime like a bank robbery... Hmm, doesn't it feel like you have someone backing you?”
“Khhh....”
This wasn't just limited to Shadow. Recently, the frequency of crimes committed by superpower villains had been increasing. The problem wasn't just the number; the severity of the crimes was escalating as well.
It was obvious what the Villain Association behind this phenomenon wanted.
More crime. More malicious crime. Larger-scale crime.
“Did they threaten you? Or did they tempt you? Telling you that you could do much bigger things with that power?”
“It’s not that kind of structure. To raise your rank inside... Ah.”
“Ho-oh, so that’s how it is.”
I’d been curious because I knew the Villain Association didn't have many requirements for joining. I wondered why villains were voluntarily stepping up to commit major crimes for them.
But if there was an internal ranking system and discrimination, the story changed. Villains competing to commit crimes using their abilities just to get better treatment or a higher position...
They weren't fighting each other; the ones suffering were the citizens. And the ones cleaning it up were the heroes. I felt the need to wipe out the Villain Association as quickly as possible. Or at least find some way to stop their atrocities.
‘I’m still not quite sure, though. Hmm...’
Right on cue, the backup arrived, and I withdrew from the scene. A massive crowd had gathered near the bank, and it was a bit difficult to slip away because of my fame, but I managed somehow...
“Wait?”
In a dense crowd, bumping into someone is common. But just now, some unknown person had blatantly squeezed my stomach before disappearing. Would it be a delusion to think that felt intentional?
It wasn't exactly sexual harassment; it was more of an unpleasant sensation. Since my body doesn't usually find sexual harassment unpleasant, it was a different kind of issue.
“...What is this?”
I moved to a secluded area to check the stomach that had just been touched, and I couldn't believe my eyes.
A strange mark was engraved there. A pattern I had never seen before in my life.
*
“What is this?”
Meanwhile, the Operator tilted his head at the package sitting in front of his door. He hadn't bought anything from an online mall recently, and the sender was unknown. It was a suspicious package by any standard.
His Status Window only worked on living beings. It was useless against inanimate objects like this. Despite the potential risk, the Operator brought the package inside.
However, knowing his personality, it wasn't out of some sense of heroics.
Any other hero would have worried that leaving a mysterious object in the apartment hallway might endanger the residents, but the Operator didn't care about that.
‘If this is something related to villains and I get involved, it could become a problem.’
The Operator still remembered. The day the Hypnotist, Han Yoo-seong, had offered him a spot in the Villain Association. It was back when Magical Girl Floss was serving as an assistant instructor for field training at the Hero Academy.
The Hypnotist had offered to give him Floss if he joined, but the Operator had refused. He could have taken the hypnotized Floss and turned into a villain right then and there, but he wanted Floss through his own power, not by borrowing the strength of others like a hypnotist.
‘Honestly, I regret it a little.’
But now that quite some time had passed, if someone offered to rewind time for him, he wasn't confident he’d give the exact same answer. After all, the Operator had tasted Floss’s blowjob for the first time back then, and he’d often masturbated while thinking of her since.
However, he still maintained his guard. He was aware of how easily he could be lured by a bait like Floss, so he was, in a sense, hyper-vigilant.
That was why, now that the Villain Association’s atrocities were in full swing, the Operator was being exceptionally careful with his self-management. He was trying his best not to get involved with them.
It was like someone trying to quit smoking or drinking refusing to even watch dramas or movies where people smoke or drink. Because he knew he could easily succumb to even a weak temptation, he dealt with it so thoroughly that it seemed excessive to others.
But that resolve was now on the verge of breaking over a single suspicious package.
“...This is.”
The moment he unwrapped it, the Operator forgot to breathe out of sheer shock. It was only natural, as the item hidden in the package was a male adult toy—an onahole.
“Who would send something like this...?”
It was too bizarre to be a prank. Only a few people knew his address; who would do this? While frowning, the Operator noticed something.
An envelope that had been tucked beside the onahole fell out. As he checked the letter inside, the Operator’s eyes widened.
[It has been a while, Operator. I trust you have been well. I have prepared a small gift for you. It is a sign that I have not yet given up on recruiting you. I hope this gift serves as an occasion for you to change your mind.]
He realized the moment he read the first line. This package was from the Villain Association. The Operator suppressed the urge to throw it away immediately and continued reading.
[This is an adult toy designed with your specific tastes in mind. You could dispose of it without even opening it, but I guarantee you will regret it later if you do. I recommend trying it just once. Who knows? The hole of that woman you cherish so much, the one you imagine, might be perfectly replicated here.]
It wasn't the Operator’s fault that he immediately thought of Magical Girl Floss after reading that last sentence. He gasped and tossed the small box containing the onahole onto the table, then hesitated before standing up and carefully setting the box upright again.
“What nonsense.”
His mouth denied it, but his hands were already opening the box and pulling out the soft onahole. The design looked as if it had been molded directly from a real woman’s lower body. A slight sense of excitement accompanied the unpleasantness, causing his crotch to stiffen.
‘Replicated a person’s hole... does that mean they took a mold? I’ve heard of such things, but there’s no way Floss would have allowed...’
The Operator pondered for a moment before shaking his head.
‘No. It’s possible. Floss might have been caught in a hypnosis spell without knowing and cooperated in making an onahole mold of her pussy, then forgotten about it. Or there might be a villain with a bizarre ability to copy a woman’s parts to create an onahole...’
But why was he even debating this? It wasn't like he was actually going to use it. Despite what he told himself, the Operator’s body was honest. He was already removing the packaging and examining the onahole closely.
‘But what is this pattern? Do they put tattoos on onaholes these days?’
The pattern engraved on the onahole sent by the Villain Association. And the strange pattern that had just appeared on Floss’s lower abdomen.
The fact that the two were identical was information the Operator, at this moment, could never have known.