The Shattered Glass of Submission
Into complete darkness ***
The space is so quiet that not a single sound reaches my ears except my own breathing, so still that even the faintest current of air cannot be felt.
— Zzzeeeng…
In this terrifyingly silent and static atmosphere, I wave my hand and hear a sharp, ringing sound as though it struck a glass object, filling the entire space.
Startled by the noise, I open my eyes.
“Where… is this?”
The sound of striking glass came because this room was entirely filled with glass.
“Why am I here…?”
My body is completely bare, not a single thread of clothing, and the glass is so pristine that even my face reflects without a single blemish. The walls, floor, and ceiling are all made of the same mirror-clear, spotless glass.
“It’s incredibly clean… I’ve never seen glass this spotless before.”
— Squeak—
I have no idea why I’m standing in this space, but the glass walls are so transparent and flawless that I unconsciously rub my finger against one.
“Something… seems to be showing through.”
Where my finger touched the glass wall, a blurry scene began to appear, as though someone had pressed a button on a TV remote.
“That hair color… it’s the same as mine…?”
“Sena!” “Mom!”
A child named Sena with the same turquoise hair as mine turns around, hears someone’s voice, and runs into their arms with a bright smile.
The smiling face of that child is unmistakably… the face I had as a child, a face I don’t even remember.
“Ah… ah…?”
That fresh yet gentle voice calling out to me. The sight of the child smiling brightly and hugging the speaker.
It’s clearly a memory that never existed in my mind. I’m not even certain that child is really me as a little girl.
“Ugh…!”
Just looking at the scene makes my head throb painfully, as though I’m suffering the side effects of remembering something I was never meant to recall.
“That’s… me… as a child…?”
The oldest memory I possess is only one: waking up on a bed in a laboratory filled with machines and researchers.
I have no memories of my childhood, and I never once questioned why those memories were missing.
“Haa…”
After some time, the scene reflected on the glass wall gradually fades, and thankfully the throbbing pain in my head also subsides.
“It looks like… a path continuing forward.”
I place my hand on the glass wall that showed the scene and take a careful step forward.
— Kuuuuaaang…!! “What the—?!”
After taking about four steps, a loud explosion echoes from the other side of the glass wall I’m touching.
“Ah… that startled me. What scene is it going to show this time…?”
Another scene appears on the opposite glass wall where the explosion sounded.
In a city reduced to chaos as though a war had broken out, bombings continue while citizens—including the child from the previous scene—hurriedly board a bus.
Yet one young woman hesitates instead of getting on.
“Mom!! Mom!!! You have to get on quickly!! Mom!!!”
“Mom…? Is that person… the child’s mother…?”
Her hair is the same color as the child’s and mine, but with a slightly softer blue tone. The person the child is desperately calling “Mom” with tears in her voice.
Mom.
That face and hair color unmistakably belong to my mother.
“Aaaagh…!!”
Suddenly, memories that should never have existed in my head crash over me like a wave, and the pain in my head returns with full force.
“That person… is definitely my mom… And that child is definitely me when I was little.”
Only now do the memories begin to surface.
When I was young, a terrorist attack by an unknown villain group had occurred in the place where I lived.
My father suddenly disappeared somewhere when the attack happened, and even though my mother heard my screams, she refused to board the evacuation bus heading to another city and died right there.
I resented my father for abandoning Mom and me and running away, and I resented my mother for not getting on the bus with me because she wanted to find him.
“And then… what happened after…?”
Everything after that remains a blank.
“Ugh… my head… keeps…”
Even after recalling some of my childhood memories and watching the scene on the glass wall fade, the headache does not stop.
The door to my memories had been firmly sealed by someone so I would never remember. Forcing it open was bound to bring pain.
“Forward… slowly…”
Clenching my teeth against the pain, I keep my hand on the wall and slowly move forward while looking around.
The further I go, the more it feels like I’ll recover the memories I had forgotten.
“This is…”
The painful days I spent in an orphanage with no one to take care of me. The day my ability awakened and someone forcibly dragged me somewhere. And the scene of them attaching unknown machines to my body in that place, my face twisted in agony.
“Why… on earth…?”
Realizing that my memories had been erased by the Hero Alliance, I collapse on the spot, clutching my face as tears stream down.
The reason I had desperately wanted to become a hero. The reason I couldn’t remember anything before entering the research facility.
They handed me over to the director, gave me the name “Hero Magical Girl,” and turned me—along with Aquamarine—into a living biological weapon that couldn’t survive without their drugs.
“All of it… just to turn me into a hero and use me…?”
After recalling everything, my head actually feels clearer, free of pain, but the once-transparent glass floor is now stained with the tears I’m shedding.
I did nothing wrong. I was simply born and raised in someone’s clumsy, inexperienced love.
Why did such a cruel trial have to be given to me? Why did I have to live without even being allowed to hold onto these heartbreaking memories?
Despair and pain keep the tears flowing without end.
“…na!”
A very gentle, soft female voice faintly calls from ahead.
“Huh…?”
Wiping away the tears that won’t stop, I lift my head toward the voice beside me and see a very familiar girl through my blurry vision.
“Aqua… marine…?”
Aquamarine stands there completely naked, just like me. She smiles kindly, as if trying to comfort me, and reaches out her hand.
“It’s okay, Seraphina… Sena didn’t do anything wrong.”
Just like the child I saw earlier, I throw myself into Aquamarine’s arms and burst into the tears I had been trying to hold back.
“You’ve been through so much, haven’t you…? You don’t have to anymore.”
Aquamarine gently pats my back and shoulders while I cry, telling me it’s all right now as she holds me tightly.
“Huuu… thank you…”
After being wrapped in her warm comfort for several minutes, I finally calm my overflowing emotions and look at Aquamarine with swollen eyes.
“I… I think I’ve always been a burden to you, Aquamarine. And… because I was so weak, I let that villain do those things to you.”
Because I’m this weak and fragile, I caused trouble for Aquamarine and made her kneel before that sinister villain. I thought I had to apologize properly.
“No! Seraphina didn’t do anything wrong. In fact… thanks to you, I got to meet him, and my life has become so happy.”
But Aquamarine says I did nothing wrong—instead, meeting that villain has made her life incredibly happy.
“You don’t have to blame yourself or cry over memories you can or can’t recall. From now on… all you have to do is hold my hand and follow behind him.”
Aquamarine takes my trembling hand and helps me to my feet, saying that from now on we just need to follow “him.”
“Aqua… marine…?”
Then she begins walking toward somewhere beyond the glass walls, and I unconsciously follow while holding her hand.
“This is…”
After walking about twenty steps following Aquamarine, at the end of the glass corridor stands a single pitch-black door.
“Beyond this door… Master is waiting to guide us…♥”
“Master…?”
Aquamarine, who had already been calling that perverted villain “him,” is now openly calling him “Master.”
Moreover, from beyond the door Aquamarine has led me to, I can feel an extremely sinister and wicked aura flowing out.
“Yes…♥ The great male who will lead us down a new path of darkness…♥ The superior male who will fill our wombs with thick, sweet semen…♥”
— Creeeak…
“Aaaah?!”
Aquamarine wears an expression of pure ecstasy and, without waiting for my opinion, pulls me through the door.
“Master…♥ I brought her…♥”
And beyond the door sits the great Master♥ in a dignified posture.
“Aah…♥ Master’s cock…♥ is welcoming us…♥ If we don’t serve it right away…♥ Chuuuut…♥”
“Wh-what are you doing?!”
Seeing the vulgarly erect cock of the great Master♥, Aquamarine begins licking and kissing it with an incredibly loving gaze.
“Hm? What do you mean, what am I doing…♥ I’m serving Master’s cock, of course♥ Seraphina, come on… let’s serve Master’s cock together with licks and kisses♥”
I know I should push Aquamarine away and say no, but my mouth won’t move.
‘That incredible pheromone scent…♥ My head is spinning…♥’
Because of the sweet, fragrant pheromone scent♥ emanating from the great Master♥, I can only pant helplessly, unable to regain my senses.
No… something’s been strange for a while now.
Why do I keep calling that guy “great Master♥”?
“Chuuuut…♥”
Moreover… without realizing it, I’m following Aquamarine and kissing Master’s cock too…?!
“Nngh chuuut…♥ Uuuh…?!♥”
— Fshuuuut—!!♥♥♥ “Haaang♥♥♥”
Along with the female assistant’s climax♥, my memories finally begin to feel truly complete.
— Crack… crack crack…
The glass path I’ve been walking while crying and suffering begins to fracture.
“Now…♥ I remember everything…♥
The superior male♥ sitting dignified before Aquamarine and me, blessing us with his overwhelming male pheromone scent♥
The savior who rescued us from a life of pain without memories or names, using obscene pleasure…♥
— Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr—!!!!!♥♥♥♥♥
Only after Master’s ultra-concentrated, thick semen pours over my face… do I finally understand what I must do.
“Aquamarine and I… were always destined to become this person’s female slave villains…♥♥♥”
— Fwoooosh—!!!!
The moment complete realization and pleasure enter my body, everything that tormented me shatters, and the glass path I walked collapses with a deafening crash.