Chapter 121: Sensory Sync Magical Girl Onahole (5)
Chapter 121: Sensory Sync Magical Girl Onahole (5)
‘Who could it be?’
For now, I’ve been calling this mysterious entity the ‘Ghost.’ He isn’t an actual ghost, though. My best guess is that he’s someone who can get close to me, make my pussy wet, and have sex with me remotely without even having to stick his cock in.
Ever since I woke up to that disaster in my bed, I’ve spent a long time agonizing over the Ghost’s identity. But no clear answer has surfaced.
‘It’s not like I’m some master detective. How am I supposed to know?’
There are too few clues. At most, I have the shape of his cock to go on, but no matter how much I love dicks, it’s impossible to distinguish a person just by the sensation of them inside my pussy without even touching them.
In smutty manga, you sometimes see girls who can identify a guy that way, but I guess my training is still lacking, because I don’t have that kind of ability. Besides, it’s not like mine is the first pussy to ever take a cock.
Logically, it makes sense. How is a toilet in a public restroom supposed to remember every single person who uses it?
‘…Actually, scratch that analogy. I’m not a public restroom or a cum toilet. Not yet, anyway.’
With that slightly delusional bit of self-reflection, I continued my search for more clues. I wanted to ask for help, but this wasn't exactly an easy topic to bring up in public, so I hesitated.
Furthermore, even when I tried to recall the memory of being plowed by the Ghost in my bed that day, nothing else came to mind. After going in circles, the only clue left was the taste of his semen.
‘It was familiar.’
It’s a bit embarrassing to say it myself, but the taste of that cum was familiar. I’m worried saying this makes me look like some slut who’s obsessed with semen, but what else can I do? If it tastes familiar, it tastes familiar.
Just knowing that I’ve tasted his cum before narrows down the candidates significantly. It has to be a ‘human male’ I’ve been involved with in this world—specifically, someone I’ve given a blowjob to and swallowed for.
That leaves about five candidates.
The doppelganger Shin Tae-geon. The Association Chairman. The hypnotist Han Yoo-seong. My younger brother Min-jae. And the Operator.
There’s also the basketball club, but they’ve already been hauled off, so they’re excluded. None of them had superpowers related to remote sex, and unless prison security is absolute garbage, there’s no way they’d get their hands on a mystical item that allows for such a thing.
‘Should I check them one by one?’
Reducing the list to five made it feel manageable. Since none of them possessed a superpower that allowed for remote sex, I could conclude that this wasn't a solo act, but rather something done with outside help.
It was just then that a mission directly under the government’s jurisdiction came in from the Operator, and I had to head out. Right as I was narrowing down the list and wondering who to visit first.
‘This is perfect. Let’s start with the Operator.’
The Operator is practically my only male friend. Aside from that one time during the hypnosis incident where I accidentally sucked his cock, we have a strictly platonic relationship with no physical involvement.
Even though the Operator seemed to want to make me his woman, he hasn't yet. And I’ve heard plenty of stories about one-sided crushes between male and female friends eventually fizzling out, leaving them as just friends.
So, deep down, I hoped that the ‘Ghost’ who had been breeding my pussy like a beast wasn't the Operator.
He didn't seem the least bit flustered when he saw my face. Normally, a human being wouldn't be able to greet a female friend so casually after remotely using her pussy as an onahole for sex.
‘Ah, so it’s not the Operator.’
See? I told you I didn't really suspect him. I knew it wasn't him from the start.
That guy, the Operator—he even turned down the chance to make me his sex slave using hypnosis. He’s the kind of guy who said he wanted to claim me with his own power. There’s no way he’d try to take me through a cowardly method like remote rape.
Relieved, I threw myself into the joint operation with the Operator. Our target was a den of thugs occupying an abandoned factory area and distributing drugs.
Since I no longer needed to verify if the Operator was the Ghost, I suggested we move out faster.
“Hah-ugh…?!”
And I immediately regretted my hasty decision.
*
‘Is this guy insane…?’
As I ran toward the abandoned factory occupied by the gangsters, I couldn't hide my shock. It was all because of the Operator, the A-Rank government hero currently in communication with me.
If there’s one thing I’m sure of, it’s that I’m seeing the Operator in a new light today. Whether that’s a good light or a bad light, I’m not so sure.
To think he could greet his female friend so calmly after remotely raping her and filling her with a creampie, start the mission as if nothing happened, and then start shoving his cock in again the moment I started running?
‘He’s a literal madman.’
One would think he’s just dying to torment me. Are these guys having some kind of competition to see who can break and humiliate me the most?
“Ho-how much further to the destination… over…♡”
Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe the Operator is innocent, and it’s just a coincidence that another mysterious ‘Ghost’ showed up right as the mission started… I considered the possibility, but…
[Kh… hugh… we’re almost there. Just a little more running. Then… mmm!]
Hearing that heavy breathing, I couldn't deny it anymore. The Operator is the Ghost. He’s the one using my pussy like an onahole, shoving his cock in to claim me—the crazy bastard who’s having sex and masturbating while on duty.
However, this realization clashed violently with my existing perception of him.
It was strange for the Operator, who insisted on winning me over with his own strength, to attempt long-distance sex so cheaply. And it wasn't like him, a man who always handled his work cleanly despite his lack of motivation, to be lusting after my pussy during a mission.
Most importantly, the Operator isn't the type of person who could maintain his composure right in front of me after creampieing my pussy. If he had that kind of shamelessness, he would have accepted Han Yoo-seong’s offer to take ownership of my body long ago.
‘What if the Operator doesn't know either?’
I realized that adding one premise to all these questions made everything click.
If the Operator was also sticking his cock into an onahole without knowing anything, and that onahole just happened to be linked to my pussy, then the pieces fit.
‘Though I’m sure it’s no coincidence.’
I thought back to the mark that appeared on my stomach the moment someone touched me after I defeated Shadow. I’d never heard of an ability that links a pussy to an onahole, but just because I didn't know about it didn't mean it didn't exist.
Under this premise, it made sense why he could greet me so casually after a creampie, and why he was taking my pussy through such an unfair trick.
‘Even considering all that, he’s still a nutcase for using an onahole during work.’
That aside, if the Operator doesn't know that the onahole in his hand is actually my pussy, my course of action is clear.
‘I mustn't react to the cock. I have to hide the truth.’
This is a moment that could shatter the boundary between male and female friends. If the Operator, having tasted my pussy, decides he can’t be just friends anymore and pounces on me, there’s nothing I can do. I have a habit of losing to men overflowing with lust, after all.
And it might even deal a psychological blow to the Operator, who wanted to claim Floss with his own power. He would have inadvertently destroyed his own goal without even knowing it.
‘…But can I actually do this?’
Acting natural while ignoring the Operator’s cock. It’s easier said than done. For someone with a loser pussy that has to endure an orgasm every time a cock thrusts inside, this was harder than any mission.
It’s hard enough just walking with a vibrator inside your pussy. It’s even harder to walk carefully so a dildo doesn't fall out.
But this was on a whole different level. At least a dildo doesn't move on its own, but the Operator was actively thrusting his hips, burying his unnecessarily large cock deep into my cervix over and over again.
‘His cock is so huge…♡’
Three steps, then a brief rest. Another three steps, then rest. Even walking while being pistoned was so overwhelming that my legs shook and cold sweat poured down my forehead and back.
Not only that, but my crotch was already soaked, the moisture spreading down to my thighs. Even now, the cock continued to squelch inside me without rest, shaking my entire lower body and making the urine in my bladder slosh around.
“Ot, ooot… hugh…♡”
[Floss, pant… why aren't you moving? We’re short on time.]
“That’s, nngh…! I’m not feeling well… and I really need to use the bathroom, hgh…♡”
I was experiencing firsthand why they say a pussy is helpless once a cock is inside. To think that I, the strongest magical girl, would struggle just to walk because of a single cock.
Me, of all people—someone who can take down hundreds or thousands of monsters alone and give any villain a proper re-education.
[The bathroom? You’re not a child, just hold it. We’re in the middle of a mission.]
“The guy who says we’re working is, fuck… masturbating, hngh…♡”
[What? The signal must be bad, I didn't catch that. What did you say?]
“I’m going…! I’m going…! I’m cumming, cumming, cumming—!”
Pyut! Pyuuut!
“Haaah…♡”
I squeezed my eyes shut and climaxed right where I stood. I couldn't hold out against the Operator’s giant cock as it kept pounding away. I felt my panties get drenched with pussy juice that sprayed out like a sudden downpour.
Fortunately for me, a woman’s orgasm isn't as obvious as a man’s unless there’s a lot of fluid. Since that noisy drone camera wasn't filming from a low angle, there was no risk of my panties being seen.
“I’m… going in now…!”
I let out a girlish battle cry and charged into the abandoned factory where the drug deal was taking place. I tried to shout bravely, but with a cock inside my gut, only the voice of a submissive female came out.
“Hiyaaaah…!”
I made my entrance as the magical girl, Floss, crashing through a window with a flourish.
Fierce, savage glares fell upon me all at once. They were all thuggish gangsters with burly, muscular bodies.
‘Whoa, I almost pissed myself.’
There were about twenty men in sight. They seemed to be in the middle of checking their drug inventory, with bags spread out on the floor. The man who looked like the boss was in the center of the group, with low-level members forming a perimeter.
‘Did they know I was coming?’
I did stall for quite a while. It seems I was spotted long ago. Then again, since I kept stopping every three steps, they’d have to be idiots not to notice me.
…But so what if they knew?
They’re just thugs, not monsters or people with special superpowers. There are only twenty of them. I can handle this easily without taking a single scratch.
Since they aren't superpower-using villains, a defeat play wouldn't be easy either. Low-life thugs without guts usually try to run away rather than get blinded by lust and try to fuck me, even if I pretend to be defeated and submissive.
I’ve tried a few times before, but they all failed. Once I’m in my magical girl form, ordinary criminals know they’re at an absolute disadvantage, so unlike superpower villains, they never get arrogant.
“So I’ll finish this as fast as I can. I need to finish in a minute and go to the bathroom… nngh♡”
I was walking forward, cracking my neck, when I hit a major roadblock. This crazy bastard, the Operator—not only did he keep it in all the way here, but he was still shoving his cock into the onahole even now, right before the fight.
‘Did he not notice…? Or is he doing this on purpose…?’
The Operator must be watching this scene on his monitor. I tried my best to hide it, but if the Operator has a brain, he should have realized by now that there’s some connection between me and that onahole.
I couldn't understand what the Operator was thinking. The only thing certain was that my stomach was currently bulging from his cock.
That wasn't all. My bladder, which had been stimulated by the Operator’s piston-machining all the way here, was at its limit and felt like it was about to burst. I was on the verge of spilling light yellow urine, not just transparent pussy juice.
“…What the hell is that bitch doing?”
“Isn't she a hero? A magical girl?”
“No, we already knew that. We were all prepared, but what is she doing?”
I couldn't move a single inch. While the Operator was pounding my bladder with his cock, if I moved on my own and the urine inside sloshed around, I felt like I’d truly lose it. It felt like the dam I’d been holding back was about to break.
“Hey, you guys go check it out.”
The low-level members slowly approached me as I stood there, face flushed, gasping for air. It was an order from the man who seemed to be the boss.
“This fucking bitch… what are you?”
“What’s a pussy like you doing crawling in here?”
“If a guest comes by, she should tell us her price. You just gonna stand there?”
“Ah, is she a whore instead of a magical girl? Looking at those tits, that might be it.”
The junior thugs, treated as meat-shield scouts, rolled up their sleeves and acted threateningly, perhaps trying to seize the initiative. They didn't hesitate to use crude, degrading insults.
Of course, I didn't blink. I didn't even have the luxury of worrying about the trash in front of me. I was just praying that the Operator would stop his penetration and pull his cock out for just a moment—even a minute would do.
‘What do I do…? Should I stop acting now and beg him to pull it out?’
Fighting while having a cock shoved inside me is realistically impossible.
So there are two options left. First, tell the Operator, who is still on the line, that my pussy is linked to his onahole and beg for mercy.
Second, use every single ridge in my vagina to tighten my pussy with all my might and make the Operator ejaculate.
“Haaah……!!”
In the end, I chose the second method. There was no time to explain, and if he was already thrusting into my pussy with full force knowing everything, I didn't think begging for mercy would change anything.
Every man has post-nut clarity. I didn't think it would last long for a man like the Operator, but if I could just buy a little time, I could wipe out these nuisances…!
“Hey, your big brothers are talking to you.”
“Who are you thinking about that’s got you frozen like that?”
Disaster.
Before I knew it, two men had circled behind me. They might be low-level thugs, but they were each a head taller than me, and unlike my soft body, they were ‘real men’ armed with hard muscle.
Riiip—!
A thug forcefully tore my magical girl dress, which was still frozen like a statue. Another thug, looking just like him, wrapped his arms around my waist to restrain me and grabbed my breasts, which were now exposed from the torn clothes.
“Whoa, these tits are heavy as hell. I guess being a hero is worth it if you get to run around with these.”
“But is this bitch already high on drugs? Why isn't she resisting?”
Even as they held me from behind and toyed with my breasts, I couldn't move a finger. I was focusing all my energy on tightening my pussy to make the Operator cum.
“She’s completely out of it.”
Meanwhile, a thug’s hand rose high. It looked like he was about to deliver a powerful belly punch to my lower abdomen.
If I stayed still like a log, it was clear that his fist would hit my stomach—the one currently holding a bursting bladder and the Operator’s cock.
‘What is even happening?’
I have one body, but two situations are happening simultaneously. Inside, I’m being toyed with by the Operator’s cock, and outside, I’m surrounded by thugs and about to get a belly punch.
If I lose control of either, a deathly embarrassing situation will unfold.
‘Who should I beg?’
I had to admit it now. The second method was a failure.
I couldn't succeed in making the Operator ejaculate using only my pussy’s grip without any other aids. There was too little time, and the Operator wasn't a premature ejaculator.
So all that was left was to beg for mercy. Either act cute for the thugs and become the whore they want me to be, or call the Operator and beg him to please take his cock out of the onahole.
‘Which one should I…?’
My female instincts kicked in. The nature of worshiping the male who is more helpful for survival, the superior master. In a way, it’s like a polytheistic believer choosing to trust the god who helps them more.
‘There’s no need to even think about it.’
Even if I beg the thugs for forgiveness, I can’t move as long as the Operator’s cock is inside me. On the other hand, if the Operator pulls his cock out, I can take down these thugs in the blink of an eye.
The answer was already clear. My eyes sparkled as I connected the comms.
“Operator! You, right now, that…”
Thwack—!
At that moment, the wrath of the unchosen god struck.
A fist like a hammer swung in an arc and slammed into my lower abdomen. A so-called belly punch. Because of that impact, my unfinished sentence was cut off in a rather ridiculous way.
“Oh, ohoooook—♡”
The dam of my bladder broke, and the sight was reminiscent of a great flood.
Sshhhhhhh…!
The lukewarm yellow liquid pouring from my crotch showed no signs of stopping.
It soaked my panties, my skirt, the hand of the man who delivered the belly punch, until it formed a steaming puddle on the floor.
Drip, drip…
“Don’t look… don’t look…! Is this a show?! Ah-hng♡ I-I said don’t look…!”
While everyone, including the drone camera, watched, the thug holding me from behind slapped my pussy with his large palm as if he were disciplining a younger sister, causing drops of urine to fall.
I couldn't resist his touch and my body trembled violently.
“Hey, you done pissing?”
I kept my mouth shut and nodded.