Chapter 187: Coronation (2)
Chapter 187: Coronation (2)
“Oh♡ Ohh♡ Nnghiiiik♡♡?!”
The texture of my Magical Girl dress. The faint airflow through the window. The Operator’s low, mid-range voice declaring a hundredfold increase in sensitivity. Every single sensation was transformed into a pleasure designed solely to make me climax, paralyzing my brain.
Even just raising my sensitivity a hundred times would have been enough to make me climax non-stop as my body interpreted every touch as sexual stimulation, but now I had been given a direct command to force an orgasm. Phut—! The pleasure of spraying love juice from my pussy was amplified so intensely that I could only gasp for air after coming three or four times in a row.
“Haa, huff……♡”
This was dangerous. If this state continued, I might actually lose my mind. Even without this, I was in a woman’s body that didn't experience a refractory period; going over and over without rest would re-wire my brain into that of a bitch who could think of nothing but lewd things.
“Climax. Climax. Climax.”
As if to ensure that happened, the Operator repeatedly issued the command to orgasm. He seemed to be boldly stating that he didn't care whether my brain structure changed or not.
Perhaps he had realized it. That the best way to conquer Magical Girl Floss wasn't through combat, but by gifting her the pleasures of a female. It felt as though the magic spell that could reduce this physical-type hero with overwhelming martial might into a mere pussy-slave had been leaked.
“Climax.”
Yes, that goddamn spell. When he said it in that manly voice, I had no choice but to go.
He seemed to be using his 2nd Awakening ability to manipulate my status window and whatnot, but even without such artificial interference, his tone of voice was toxic enough. It felt like not just my eardrums, but my very heart was melting.
‘He knows. He knows I’m weak to this kind of harassment……♡’
In the fable of the North Wind and the Sun, the best way to strip a person’s clothes wasn't to blow wind and rain. It was to shine warm sunlight upon them. That logic was proving true once again.
The proof was my own body. I was losing my mind to the repeated pussy climaxes leading into female euphoria. If sharp or blunt weapons were flying at me, I would have responded aggressively, but since he was toying with me through status window manipulation without even a finger—let alone a cock—entering me, I was utterly helpless.
“Hk, hyuuk…♡”
I could no longer even manage to stand. Collapsing onto the floor, I crawled like a dog, panting and shaking my hips up and down.
I wasn't shaking them of my own volition. I had come so many times from the Operator’s forced pussy climax commands via the status window that my waist was moving on its own. Was it moving automatically because I was coming so incessantly that my body hallucinated that I was having sex? I trembled violently while sprawled on the floor.
“St-stop now… Nng-ohh…♡”
I tried to tell him to stop, but the Operator didn't even pretend to listen. In fact, he probably couldn't hear me. To begin with, the Operator wasn't even in a sane state of mind right now.
He had fallen into a state of confusion after being hit by the hypnosis of a Hypnotist who had also completed his 2nd Awakening. He wasn't acting on his own will; he was merely forcing female climaxes on me according to the Hypnotist’s orders. The Operator sat in a chair resembling a throne with an expressionless face, looking down at me, and that expression made me even more aroused.
“H-hyiik…♡!”
Because it felt like the sight of a woman like me climaxing so vulgarly wasn't even worth his attention. The Operator was someone who had liked me once, yet the way he looked at me now wasn't the gaze one gives a woman they like—it felt like he was looking down at an inferior creature with a pussy with utter contempt.
Phushuuut!
With twisted lust, I bucked my hips and climaxed once more. Pussy juice sprayed out like a water gun again. I was starting to wonder just how much fluid was even left in my body.
“Fl-Floss?!”
“Oh dear…….”
It was then. Unexpected voices came from behind me.
“Mister? Shin Tae-geon, Queen, and even Kang Young-hoon…!”
They were reliable allies. Three of them were men who possessed the 'tools' to turn me into a bitch at any moment. However, I could say with certainty that they were of no help in this situation.
“Haha, a lot of spectators have arrived for the Floss Show. I’m about to put on a performance using your body.”
“A show? What do you mean by……”
“Just shut up and watch. I’m curious to see how far I can go, too. My hands are itching like crazy.”
The user of the ability, the Operator—no, the Hypnotist himself who was controlling the Operator—couldn't even gauge the limits of the power. It made sense since it was an ability he had just awakened, but for me, it was terrible news. To think that things even more bizarre than what I’d endured so far could happen.
‘You’re saying the hundredfold sensitivity and that climax command were actually the mild parts?’
Realizing the horrific truth, I trembled. My sensitivity was so high that just breathing lightly made my whole body catch fire, and something even more dangerous was coming?
“It’s the Floss Show, a performance I’ll show you using her body.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the Operator flicked his finger. True to the term ‘Status Window,’ the Operator brought up my status window and toyed with me by manipulating it at will. The types of ‘statuses’ he could change were diverse, and my body shifted in real-time like a game character controlled by his hands.
“Nn, nngh……?!”
Age manipulation was effortless; I shrunk and became significantly younger, then aged into a voluptuous woman. Physical manipulation was also possible; my breasts grew large like a dairy cow’s and then became as flat as a washboard. He could make me as small as a thumb, as large as a giant, or theoretically, he could remove my limbs and turn me into a literal human onahole.
Under the Operator’s hands, I could be changed into anything. Not only did my race change, but cat ears and a tail sprouted as I briefly became a beast-kin, and then my ears lengthened as I became an Elf straight out of a fantasy novel. If he put his mind to it, he could turn me into a Succubus who craved semen at all hours.
“Kh, khahaha! I had a hunch, but really, anything is possible, isn't it?”
“I feel sick… St-stooop….”
“Floss, how should I change you? Last time, it was quite pathetic seeing you beg for cock under my hypnosis. Should I lower your intelligence stats and turn you into a bitch who can only think of cock for the rest of her life? Or literally turn you into a dog? It wouldn't be bad to change your constitution so you can carry non-human offspring and hand you over to the Beast Tamer as a breeding machine, either.”
My comrades who came to rescue me each tried to stop the Operator and the Hypnotist, but they were easily blocked without being able to do a thing. I actually found myself wishing the Operator would keep his eyes only on me. If he felt like it, he could change my comrades just as easily as he changed me.
“Operator……!”
For the first time since becoming a hero, I felt a sense of helplessness. I never expected to feel such a wall between me and my friend, who wasn't even originally a villain. To think that the invincible hero Magical Girl Floss had found an enemy she couldn't beat. This wasn't defeat play; I was about to actually be defeated.
‘A real defeat…?’
Even in this situation, my twisted sexual preferences were steadily working, making my crotch soaking wet. However, I didn't spray like a flood. The fact that my pussy juice had dried up meant I wasn't that aroused by this particular defeat. I calmly thought about why.
‘Who am I losing to?’
I wasn't being defeated by the Operator. Because the Operator wasn't in his right mind. Since he was under the Hypnotist’s control, even if I succumbed and came dozens of times from the Operator’s hundredfold sensitivity climax commands, I couldn't say I was defeated by the Operator.
‘Then the Hypnotist?’
But I couldn't say I was defeated by the Hypnotist standing behind the Operator either. At least, not by my values. The one exercising influence over me was the Operator and his ability, not the Hypnotist. For the Hypnotist to be the one who defeated me, the Operator shouldn't be standing in between us.
In this ambiguous situation, a thought suddenly occurred to me. Wouldn't it be perfect if the Operator, returned to his senses, dealt me a defeat with that ability?
‘……That would be the best.’
My crotch began to get sticky and wet again. All sorts of delusions played out in my head. Delusions of every kind of defeat play utilizing the Operator’s new ability.
But reality is cold. To bring those delusions into reality, I had to wake the Operator from his hypnosis.
‘How?’
Hypnosis is a common trope in various creative works. There are classical methods, and there are modern methods using hypnosis apps. However, whether classical or modern, there is one commonality for someone other than the hypnotist to break the spell: ‘shock therapy.’
How could I give the Operator a mental shock? What should I say? What kind of story could I bring up to neutralize the Hypnotist’s spell, even for a moment, and call out the real Operator?
……I agonized for a moment, but as expected, there was only one thing.
“Operator, you… you remember, don't you? The day you fucked the Sensory Sync Onahole that was linked to my pussy.”
“Don't make futile struggles, Magical Girl. This is your end. The hypnosis will not break.”
“You shut up…! Operator! Focus on my words. Do you remember or not?!”
I saw it clearly. The Operator’s trembling pupils. The ‘real’ Operator was trying to come out.
“You remember, right? That evening, the call girl the Association Chairman gave you as a gift because you were feeling guilty…!”
“Wh-what are you talking about? Operator! Turn that stupid bitch into a pig right now!”
The Hypnotist began to scream, perhaps sensing a hint of unease. However, the Operator did not follow the Hypnotist’s command. He didn't manipulate the status window; he just stared blankly at my face.
This was the last chance. Feeling it instinctively, I spoke in a single, driving burst.
“The whore who gave you a handjob with that onahole that day, and whose back pussy was squelchingly violated by your cock… that was me, Do Min-jeong.”
“……U-uugh?!”
“So that day, you fucked my pussy with the Sensory Sync Onahole… and you also fucked my untransformed back pussy!”
The Operator staggered as if struck. The Hypnotist, at a loss, kept showing his phone screen to the Operator, but the Operator pushed the Hypnotist away and looked at me again.
“Fl-Floss……”
The Operator, his eyes now clear, softly called my name.
Thinking he had returned to normal, I took a step toward him, but he stumbled again and covered his face with both hands. His expression was riddled with exhaustion. Soon after, he began to manipulate a status window in the air that only he could see. Although I couldn't see it, I could easily tell by his movements.
“Operator! If you’re back to your senses, we should leave together……”
My words couldn't reach their end. There were two reasons for that.
First, I realized that while my shock therapy was effective enough, it hadn't completely broken the Hypnotist’s spell. Ultimately, to wake the Operator perfectly, I had to target the Hypnotist first, not him.
Second, as soon as the Operator manipulated something, the world shook. To be precise, I felt the exact same sensation as when I was sucked into this Villain Association gate by Kang Young-hoon’s portable portal. The Operator had used some means to send me and all my comrades out of the gate together.
In that moment, I wasn't sure if it was an illusion, but… I felt as if I had a brief conversation with the Operator.
[Floss, run for now… and if possible, come back for me later. I’m asking you.]
“Don't be ridiculous. Later? I can fight right now. Why are you trying to send me out in the first place?!”
[Right, I was overthinking again. I suppose for someone like you, this kind of thing is a piece of cake.]
A conversation that felt strangely like déjà vu. I felt like we had a similar conversation a long time ago, before I even realized my own preferences. Then and now, the Operator was smiling.
“……A piece of cake, well, of course it is.”
Grit.
Having returned to Earth, I clenched my teeth and made a vow.
I would definitely find that Hypnotist again, crush him, and bring the Operator back.