Chapter 122: Sensory Sync Magical Girl Onahole (6)
Chapter 122: Sensory Sync Magical Girl Onahole (6)
Peeing with the help of a total stranger—and a thug I’m supposed to be fighting, no less. Even for someone like me, who’s immune to most forms of sexual harassment and even enjoys it, this was a moment so humiliating I wanted to bite my tongue and die.
Trickle...
"Whoops, there’s still some left. Look how filthy her pussy got."
"But why does this bitch’s piss-stink turn me on so much? Is it because she’s a magical girl?"
"How the hell should I know, dumbass?"
Looking at myself now, even saying I "urinated" or "wet myself" felt like far too formal a description. I was in a state where I couldn't complain even if someone called me a total pervert pussy-girl having an public-exposure incontinence orgasm.
"Ugh..."
Yet, even in the midst of that, I was thinking about the Operator’s cock. It wasn't just because I was a masochistic slut who could only think about dicks while dripping a mixture of pussy juice and piss; it was because I felt the Operator ejaculate at the exact same moment I had my incontinence orgasm.
Was he wearing a condom? Or was his remote sex unable to transmit semen?
I wasn't sure which it was, but I definitely felt the Operator’s cock pulsing the moment he came, just like any other man. The post-nut clarity I had been so desperately waiting for had finally arrived for him.
His tastes are really beyond anything I imagined.
The excitement of having a chance to counterattack lasted only a moment before I found myself marveling at the Operator’s truly depraved preferences—he’d just used my pussy to cum via remote sex.
He didn't cum when I was tightening around him so hard, but the second I was being held by total strangers, struggling and shamefully pissing myself in public, he blew his load immediately. I knew situational arousal could be stronger than physical stimulation, but as a woman, I still felt a sense of defeat.
Does the Operator get more turned on by watching me being held by other men and pissing myself in shame than by me squeezing his cock with my pussy?
Compared to Shin Tae-geon or the Association Chairman, I had thought the Operator was a gentleman, so the shock was considerable. Of course, this was just my guess; his actual tastes might be different.
Regardless, I have to move now...!
I’d worry about the Operator’s tastes later. What was certain was that now, with his cock out of the picture, the curtain was rising on my counterattack. Ignoring the fact that another stroke had been added to the tally mark on my thigh, I moved my still-trembling legs.
Even a body that’s "cock-locked"—meaning it can't move once a dick is inside—can still fight. I just had to fight when I wasn't being plowed. Even if the Operator was a giant-cocked man, he was still human, and post-nut clarity was inevitable.
I didn't know how long it would last. But I could guess.
According to all the data I’d seen, "true males" with large cocks and manly scents produced sperm in their balls quickly. I had to assume the Operator was the same.
I didn't know much about science, but wouldn't that be more advantageous for reproduction? The stronger the alpha male traits, the more specialized they’d be at impregnating as many females as possible, as quickly as possible.
"You guys are all dead."
With a fierce smile, I glared at the thug who was still mocking my piss-reeking onahole pussy.
Because he hadn't hit me while I was defenseless and climaxing, and had instead tapped my pussy to help the last drops of urine fall, I’d felt a momentary surge of gratitude toward him.
A female is easily brought down by even the smallest bit of consideration from a man, so it couldn't be helped, but this was going too far. In the first place, this guy was the one who hit me in the stomach—the one who delivered the belly punch that made my bladder overflow—so what was I doing being grateful?
Hitting a magical girl in the stomach. Especially when she desperately needed the bathroom. I didn't think this thug had done it by accident.
"Hyah!"
It was a somewhat weak, girly scream. But the power behind my fist was enormous. I lightly sent the thugs clinging to me flying, knocking them unconscious, and then locked onto the next closest enemy.
The guys who just flew away might have been low-level grunts and the youngest thugs, but honestly, at a civilian level, there wasn't much difference between a veteran and a rookie. It might matter in a power struggle among themselves, but from my perspective, looking down from so far above, they were all the same.
"...You still haven't run away?"
My eyes flashed coldly as I lowered my stance, looking ready to pounce at any second. Only then did the panicked thugs start to scramble away, abandoning their money and goods, but it was already too late.
Thwack! Crack!
Sound effects that didn't seem like they could possibly come from a girl's strength echoed repeatedly. Soon, about half of the twenty men—nearly ten thugs—were slumped on the floor of the abandoned factory.
"Tch."
It was a poorer showing than I’d expected. Honestly, I thought I could take them all down within a minute. Part of it was that the thugs were faster than I thought, but the fundamental problem lay with me.
"Oh, oogh..."
After having my waist bouncing from the Operator’s cock and climaxing while spraying water everywhere...
My legs were shaking, and my pussy, where the Operator’s giant cock had just been pulled out, kept throbbing as if searching for its master. It was rare for me to have to keep working in a situation like this, so I was flustered.
Normally, after being plowed like that, I should have collapsed from exhaustion or been bred until I became a total drooling idiot who only knew about dicks. But since I was on a mission, I couldn't choose either.
Even if I had just finished a regular fight—even a life-or-death battle—I wouldn't have become such a drained, useless fool. The only thing that could deal this much damage to my body was sex... no, a cock.
I’m just a female who’s weak for dicks... ♡
In a way, I started to wonder if a man’s cock was a specialized gimmick weapon designed specifically to counter an unreasonably powerful magical girl hero.
"Operator, you... hngh♡ what are you doing...?!"
[What do you mean? I’m carrying out the mission with you. Ah, I just spotted the gang boss hiding behind a drum can with the drone camera. You should head straight there and take him down.]
"Haa, haah... ♡"
But just as the damage from the cock was starting to heal, the Operator began rubbing something long against my pussy lips again. I realized it was a finger, not a dick, and sighed in relief, but it wasn't exactly funny.
He’s treating me like a toy, ugh!
An onahole might be an adult product, but it’s not a toy. Furthermore, it seemed the Operator had reached the stage where he almost certainly realized the onahole in his hand was linked to my pussy.
And yet, he was just sticking his finger in the hole and casually fingering it as if it were nothing. Like someone fidgeting with a fidget spinner or a fidget cube to improve concentration when they're bored.
A fidget onahole...?
If the Operator perceived the onahole as just a normal object and not something linked to me, there would be no reason for him to be fingering it like this. It might be called a "fidget onahole," but what use is there in wrecking an emotionless, speechless onahole pussy just because your hands are bored?
This is... anyone can see he’s doing this on purpose to attack and stimulate me...!
Not a fidget spinner, not a fidget cube, not even a fidget onahole—just a fidget pussy. The Operator had inserted his finger simply to keep me constantly tormented and aroused until his post-nut cooldown was over.
"Ugh... ♡"
Still, I could still walk. If I tried hard, I might even be able to run. Seeing the situation as much more positive than when I was actually being plowed, I moved forward with hope.
[What’s wrong? The enemy is right in front of you.]
"I-I’m going, you don't have to rush me...!"
While I was dawdling because of the finger play, the gang boss had managed to get further away. I walked as fast as I could, knocking down the lackeys blocking my path one by one.
The way they sacrificed themselves to help their boss escape was truly touching, but since all the fluids in my body seemed to be concentrated in my lower half, no actual tears came out. Instead, I just dripped water from my pussy like a walking faucet, soaking all the way down to my thighs.
[This is really the last one, Floss.]
"Haa, haah... ♡"
[He’ll appear as soon as you turn that corner. That way should be a dead end, so he’s like a rat in a trap. With your skills, you’ll handle him easily.]
"O-Of course..."
[I’m sure. Even with all those penalties piled on you, it’ll be a breeze.]
"...Huh?"
A dazed, stupid voice escaped me, but I didn't care. More important than that was the fact that the Operator’s finger had just been pulled out of the onahole pussy with a wet schloop sound.
...And the hard object that touched my butt in its place was even more important.
"W-Wait... surely not already...?"
[Already? What do you mean? I was actually about to ask if you’d finished him off already, given your skills. To take down nearly twenty enemies in the blink of an eye, even without your powers.]
"No, I mean... your thing that revived in that 'blink of an eye'... is also... miraculous...?"
Just how long was he going to keep playing dumb? If he was going to do that, he shouldn't be rubbing his erect cock against my butt. Just it touching me was making my pussy flood.
[I have no idea what you’re talking about. I’d appreciate it if you spoke so I could understand.]
"A-Are you really going to keep this up...?"
He seemed determined to deny everything. But I had nothing to say either. I couldn't exactly call him out for saying he’d claim me fair and square while doing this, because the fact that I hadn't been hypnotized when I gave him that blowjob was a secret.
I’ll settle the score after this is all over... ♡
Crucially, I had no physical evidence. There was no proof that the Operator was currently rubbing a hard cock-club against the crack of my crotch.
The only thing that could be considered evidence was the taste of the Operator’s semen, but mentioning that I knew it would be a problem in itself. For the same reason I couldn't complain about him not being "fair and square."
...When is he going to put it in?
But he didn't even put it in right away; he just teased me. He continued what was essentially torture—rubbing it against my butt crack, or just swinging his cock to slap against my crotch without actually entering the hole.
I can't take it anymore either!!
Normally, I would have just surrendered all my free will and left everything to the Operator. Like an onahole waiting to be used, I would have just lain there prostrate, waiting endlessly for the cock to come.
But right now, I couldn't afford to do that. Not only had I already come once, but my body had been poked and prodded by fingers for a while, and even my clitoris had been teased.
And now that the cock had finally come close, it was just tapping my pussy and teasing me without inserting. How could I stay still? I made up my mind to try being a "living onahole."
"Hngh... Hyah...! Ah, nngh...!"
I moved my hips, recalling a scene I’d once seen in a porn video. When a man teases a woman by not putting it in, and she moves first to swallow the cock—it wasn't common, but it gave the feeling that the woman had been completely defeated by pleasure, and I’d always wanted to try that play.
Like pushing my butt back to swallow the cock when he’s just rubbing it in doggystyle. Or clinging to him and squeezing the cock myself when he’s just slapping it against me in missionary.
...Or when I’m on top in cowgirl position...
"Haaah...! U-Ugh...! Take this... ♡ Hyah...!!"
The gang boss, cornered and wearing a look of despair, was now colored with confusion and horror.
Well, it was only natural for him to react that way when the invincible magical girl, who had been easily crushing his subordinates until a moment ago, suddenly started making a stupid female face as if she’d gone into heat.
And it didn't stop at her expression. She suddenly bent over as if bowing to no one, charging backward without even looking, or suddenly flipped onto her back, flopping like a fish while thrusting her crotch high into the air.
"I-It’s not working...?!
[Floss, what on earth are you doing...?]
"Why, why won't it reach...? I-I’m trying so hard...?!"
With my hands behind my head, I shook my body and slammed my butt down, not even caring how shameless I looked. I shook so hard my breasts jiggled painfully, and no matter how hard I slammed my ass down, the cock felt far away. I didn't feel like I was getting any closer at all.
[Are you... actually an idiot?]
"Eh...?"
The Operator’s single sentence hit me like a hammer to the head. I finally realized.
No matter how much I move my body, the onahole over there isn't going to move...!
Only then did I realize how horribly I’d miscalculated. There was no excuse for this. I was nothing more and nothing less than a dumb-fuck female with nothing but cock-juice in her brain.
If I hadn't been in heat, even a normal person would have realized this after a moment's thought, yet I’d spent a long time in the middle of the night trying it out in a lewd state. And I’d done it while performing a total pervert dance show in front of an enemy.
As I became aware of the moronic, airheaded thing I’d done, a wave of shame washed over me.
But a female’s heart is surprisingly fragile. No matter how intense the emotions, they can be easily soothed by a single object—or a simple sentence.
[...Well, the effort was commendable.]
Furthermore, the Operator’s "object" was clearly "large," and even if he didn't say much, those nine words—full of the kind of disdain that treated a female’s efforts as nothing more than a cute pet’s trick—were fatal.
Squish—
"O-Oh, ohhh~ ♡ I-It’s finally here...! Ohgok♡ I-I’m coming...!!"
It was a huge relief that the abandoned factory was the mission area. There were no hunters here who would come running at the sound of a vulgar female’s cries.
Splurt—! Splash—!
I’d already pissed myself earlier, so where was all this water coming from?
Only after soaking the terrified gang boss’s face with my squirting, and having two more tally marks (正) carved into my backside, was I finally able to wrap up the mission.
However, I still had my next destination.
Operator, you... stay right there with that onahole and wait for me...!