Karen Cross Rewrote the History of Magic
Thirteen years ago, at the pinnacle of the Magic Tower. The mages, each a master of their specialized field, gathered with grave expressions for a meeting.
"This is serious. Karen's finally realized there's a difference between men and women."
"If it's a sex education issue, wouldn't it be better to just teach her properly?"
The mages of the Magic Tower were tearing their hair out over Karen Cross's insatiable curiosity. The problem was that the ten-year-old girl had just started showing interest in the differences between men and women—a form of torture for mages who had never raised a child in their lives.
"Absolutely not."
Just as the mages were leaning toward giving Karen proper sex education, one elderly female mage raised an objection.
"Hmm? What's the reason?"
"I did a reading, and it said Karen will lose all the power she's accumulated if she has sex."
"What? Since when does fortune-telling predict that?"
One mage asked in disbelief, but the woman simply shrugged. The people of the Magic Tower tended to delve into fringe disciplines, and her specialty was astrology and astronomy. Though the prophecy was bizarre, no one doubted her—no one, since she had never been wrong before.
"Well, Karen is a special child, isn't she?"
"She is."
At someone's remark, the mages nodded solemnly. They had taken Karen Cross into the tower because of her unique constitution in the first place.
Karen's senses were far more acute than a normal person's—to the point where even a breeze on her skin felt like pain. Her parents couldn't care for her properly, so one of the tower mages, hearing her story, had adopted her.
Her hypersensitivity made mana easier to sense, and learning magic would dull her pain to some degree.
"If pain is heightened, pleasure must be too, right?"
"Probably. Karen's emotions are richer than a normal kid's, too. Of course, thanks to her cooperating with the training, it's gotten more subdued."
The mage who had taught Karen zealously answered the question. At first, they had pitied her and taken her in, but now she was indispensable to the tower. Every mage loved her sincerely and cherished her deeply.
They all regretted how the training was stripping away her human emotions bit by bit, but it was still better than letting her live in constant agony—that was the consensus.
"So what? You're saying we should turn her into a sexual idiot?"
"It's still better than her losing her magic power. Without it, she probably couldn't last a single day."
"What if she ends up like the first Tower Master?"
At those words, the mages fell silent as if by agreement.
The first Tower Master, Bahamons. He was the great mage who founded the tower, but later transformed himself into a lich—a fallen mage. It was a black mark in the tower's history, too embarrassing to even mention.
Because his final words before leaving as a lich were, "You sex-having bastards, all die!"
"...No way it'd go that far, right?"
"The founder became a lich over something like that?"
"He was a guy, anyway. And there's a difference between knowing and not knowing, isn't there?"
The mages continued their debate, ultimately agreeing to give Karen deliberately false sex education.
'Those old geezers... were actually right?'
Karen felt her mind going blank as the hero assaulted her womb. The overwhelming pleasure dwarfed anything from slapping her own lower belly.
She usually numbed her senses halfway with mana, but the hero's cock relentlessly pounding her womb entrance had her unable to control it properly.
"Hiiik... haaaah! S-stop... d-dangerous... hauk!"
Karen tried to stop him somehow, but the hero showed no mercy. If anything, her pleas only made him thrust harder against her womb.
Thud—thud—.
Each time the tip battered her womb, she heard something crumbling in her head. Her mana, now completely out of control, rampaged through her body on its own, and the circles near her heart, painstakingly built over nearly twenty years, began to scatter.
"Haaaah... H-hero, hiiik!"
What drove Karen mad was knowing she had to stop him, yet failing to push back actively. The pleasure surging from her lower body was a new sensation in her life, and even as she felt her circles dissolving, she was growing addicted.
'If this keeps up, I might never use magic again... Ah, but... I want to keep going...'
In her confused state, Karen looked up at the hero. His muscled body writhed, his face staring straight at her.
Meeting his eyes brought shame, but fresh pleasure from below parted her lips.
"Hauk!! Haaaaang!"
A lewd sound she could hardly believe came from her own mouth, and something foreign invaded it.
"Wuup!"
She clamped her mouth shut reflexively, but the soft intruder was already exploring her oral cavity.
'Tongue?'
Realizing it late, Karen naturally accepted the hero's tongue. Their tongues tangled inside her mouth, and she trembled at the sensation of every papilla awakening.
Her mana, fully dominated by pleasure, surged wildly, and the circles around her heart were now completely gone.
Losing her mana circles brought intense weakness, but it didn't last. The pleasure from her pussy being pistoned, her breasts under his hands, and her tongue overwhelmed everything.
'Doesn't matter anymore...'
Forgetting all, Karen focused on grinding her tongue against his. She felt every papilla rubbing and twisting.
Then, his cock struck her cervix again, and something snapped in her mind.
'Even if I die like this, it's fine.'
Her hips bucked rapidly, her vaginal walls contracting in quick spasms. She felt the hero's cock twitch inside her, and his voice rang in her ears.
"Here it comes, Karen."
"Mmmph. More, give me more."
The thought of pregnancy flashed, but she truly didn't care. She even stuck out her tongue halfway, craving his.
So what if she could never use magic again? Pregnancy was nothing.
Hot fluid flooded her depths, and Karen savored brain-melting ecstasy as it filled her womb.
'So hot... My insides are melting.'
The heat filled her lower belly, but she didn't hate it. No, it was dangerously addictive.
'Wh-what?'
But then, a strange change began in her body. The mana swirling freely inside her small frame gathered near her womb.
It orbited her womb rapidly, soon forming a thick ring. A familiar sensation—it was just like creating a circle.
Of course, this one stimulated her entire womb with obscene pleasure, worlds apart from her heart circles.
The mana swiftly formed one circle, then a second, third, fourth, and fifth.
Karen had reached the 6th Circle before. It might seem like a loss of one, but these new circles around her womb were far larger and denser.
'Can I... use magic again?'
Karen didn't know it, but the prophecy that she would lose her power had come true. Of course, the mage who foresaw it never predicted she would regain it—and stronger.