Grape (1)
After bounding across rooftops for a while, Grape leaped to ever-taller buildings until she reached the roof of the tallest one in the area. She finally came to a stop, setting me down.
"Hah… hah… hah…."
It was an experience I never wanted to repeat. Dangling from nothing but Grape's arms as we soared between skyscrapers—it was terrifying, the kind of vertigo where one tiny slip would send me plummeting to my death.
The instant I released my grip on her waist and head, my entire body began to shudder uncontrollably.
My legs buckled, and I collapsed onto the rooftop gravel. Struggling back to my feet, I stared at Grape, her eyes still vacant and dazed, and plunged into deep thought.
At least we'd made it somewhere private. The problem was figuring out what hypnosis command to give her.
I couldn't make her forget about the hypnosis itself. She'd already started suspecting me before she knew what it was.
I couldn't erase her memory of me, either. Grape was close friends with Rapid and Ash. If they ever chatted about today's events—even a little—she'd realize something was off.
And wiping her memory of me entirely? No way. Our company's dispatched team leader and the magical girl Grape were the same person. If she forgot me, things would get weird at work starting tomorrow.
If the team leader was just some uncanny lookalike, I wouldn't have to worry like this… but that wasn't the case.
The broken visor that had half-covered her face must have flown off during the run. Her bare face was fully exposed now—lips, nose, eyes, all identical to the team leader's.
No matter how I looked at it, she was the team leader.
And that wasn't all. The team leader had a faint scar on her hand, barely visible. I'd spotted it by chance during a company dinner and asked about it. She said it was from a dog bite when she was a kid. And there it was, right on the hand of the magical girl Grape before me—same spot, same shape.
No twins could match scars that precisely. The team leader and the magical girl were one and the same.
"Haa…."
What the hell was I supposed to do? Make her unable to talk about me? Or… since I was planning to quit anyway, maybe make her forget me completely?
But was a "forget" hypnosis one-shot, or did it loop continuously, automatically reinforcing itself?
If it was one-shot, no good. Even after I quit, work chatter might bring me up, and she'd think it was strange.
If it looped, maybe okay. She'd keep forgetting me indefinitely… but what if she still sensed something off?
Both options were uncertain. It'd be nice if the hypnosis app magically smoothed over any inconsistencies, but I doubted it was that convenient.
Then again, when I'd hypnotized Rapid and dragged her to the bathroom, she hadn't questioned why she was there when she came out. I still didn't know the app's full limits—what it handled automatically.
I desperately wanted to hypnotize my way out, but I lacked info. I'd never dreamed this would happen before I could even research what the app did or its capabilities.
What now?
"Gulp."
At that thought, ridiculously, my eyes drifted over Grape's body, and I swallowed hard.
Reason shut down. The aphrodisiac already absorbed into my bloodstream, boiling my veins, glued my gaze to her.
Sleek, elongated legs. Firmly spread hips with an elastic figure… Cleanly defined abs—not overdone—paired with a lithe build. Irresistible.
The cloth around her waist from when she regained consciousness must have flown off during the rooftop sprint. Her lower body was fully exposed now.
A powerless magical girl, pussy dripping with aphrodisiac fluids. A state where anything goes…
The nectar surged inside me. My head spun, urging me to ravage the magical girl before me.
"Let me have sex… let me shove my dick in."
I issued the idiotic command and instantly regretted it, but Grape nodded blankly, turned her back to me, and bent forward at the waist, hands on the ground. She raised her ass high, exposing her sticky, heated pussy.
Seeing that, my regret evaporated.
My breath grew hot, my mind foggy. My head throbbed. I wanted to thrust. Shake my hips. Impregnate her.
"Haa… haa…."
Losing all reason, I approached Grape, placed my hands on her waist. Her hips were enormous—wider than my shoulders, maybe. Her upper body stayed somewhat feminine, but her lower half was aggressively voluptuous.
I didn't even touch her sopping pussy. Zipper down, I pulled out my rock-hard cock and gripped her proffered ass like a masturbation toy, slowly inserting.
"Huuuh…!"
Hot. Meltingly hot. Soaked enough to force in, but the tightness was insane—nothing like gripping with a hand. The entrance clamped down hard, but once the tip pushed through the narrow opening, it sucked me right in. Her pussy folds clung to every inch, dragging me deeper, as if they'd been waiting.
This was the team leader's pussy. The magical girl's…
"Hnnngh…."
Maybe the sensation of my dick sliding into her nectar-soaked pussy felt good; she twitched her hips and let out a small moan.
Our lower bodies pressed together, we shuddered like beasts lost in pleasure. Her pussy gripped and kneaded my cock—indescribably good. I had no idea how it worked, pushing back like it wanted to expel me while clamping tight to prevent escape.
Her battle-heated body felt incredible. Pressing my stomach against her huge ass. Her guts twisting around my cock's base. All perfect.
"Hahk! Hah…!"
Nothing like a sex toy. Chewy, almost—astonishingly elastic, wrapping my dick tight. The pressure from her massive ass was intense, yet she was so drenched I could move freely. I shoved into the sticky, molten crevice, my glans scraping every distinct fold.
Stimulation that could melt my waist.
"Hnnngh… hnnngh…."
Slap slap—treating her huge ass like a sex cushion, Grape skillfully balanced herself, keeping the perfect height for my thrusts. Eyes glazed, consciousness lost, she accepted the mindless breeding.
The more brainlessly I pounded, the better her pussy clenched.
"Ngh, ah, hnngh… huut…."
Even hypnotized, she couldn't hold back her pleasure, leaking moans nonstop. Her nectar mixed with her own fluids, making it stickier, clingier.
"Ngh, nngh…! Cumming…!"
I couldn't hold back and creampied deep into Grape's pussy. Spurt, splurt—thick ropes blasted inside her.
For a split second, I panicked, but I couldn't pull out. Her pussy's grip overpowered any regret. Instinct to cum inside won out.
"Huat… huuk…! Ngh…!"
Blank-faced, tongue lolling out, she accepted my load. Each fill made her hips twitch. Toes curling, ass lifting higher, womb tilting down to draw it deeper.
Even hypnotized, instinct took over, welcoming the semen.
"Ngh…!"
Then something weird tickled inside her pussy. Unlike her folds—something stroked my dick from root to tip. Impossible sensation, like it pierced my body.
"Hahk…! Hah…!"
My cock tip heated up. No—not the tip. Deep in her pussy. Her scorching-hot womb kissed my dick like a reward.
In response, my freshly spent cock stiffened right back up.
"Wh-what…."
Even unconscious, her pussy milked me, begging for more, clenching for another load.
My waist felt like melting goo; legs trembling, I commanded her.
"Shake your hips yourself… until I cum…."
Instantly, light pulsed, shrank, and flickered above her head—like a heartbeat. Different from Ash, Rapid, Esther. Less violent resistance, more like sluggish awakening.
I yanked my dick from her pussy as she stirred from hypnosis and thrust the app at her again.
"Huuut…! Ngh…! Nngh…!"
But she pressed a hand to her head, scowled, and turned away—like the hypnosis no longer worked.
Usage limit? Command cap? Or just too much time passed?
Whatever. Couldn't stack hypnosis consecutively.
I pocketed the Vision Phone, dick still out, facing Grape on all fours like a dog.
"Ngh?!"
She lunged, tackling me down. Cradling my head to protect it, she mounted me. Light still flashing above her head, reason not fully returned, she grabbed my cock and aligned it with her pussy.
She rocked her hips shallowly. Her chewy pussy smacked against the tip, showing off.
"Wha, wha…? Huh? What?!"
Finally snapping to, Grape stammered in confusion from her drool-slicked mouth.