Patience Wears Thin
Patience, endurance, persistence... you know, stuff like that. I always thought I was pretty decent in those departments. After all, I'd been dreaming of becoming a magical girl for nearly ten years, so it wasn't wrong, right? Yeah, yeah.
But this... even for someone like me, it was a bit too much to endure. Brutal, really.
"Ugh... ugh... This sucks, this sucks so much...!"
I'd been sprawled out on the bed like a starfish, staring at the ceiling for almost two hours. My whole body was slick with sweat, and even with the AC blasting, this lingering heat wouldn't leave me. A shower? I'd already tried three times, and it was useless.
All of this was because of that... th-this, th-this...!
"Uuuugh..."
I reached to cradle my poor lower belly but stopped myself. Thank God there were no classes today. Seriously.
There was a reason I was stuck lying in bed. Every time I walked, every time my foot hit the floor, my womb would throb with a heavy thung. And with it, the sensation of some unidentified liquid sloshing around inside. That feeling I just couldn't get used to—it was why I couldn't move.
"Haaa... when's this gonna go away? It will go away, right?"
It felt like the sticky, hot liquid was slowly seeping into my body. It was spreading through me, making me this hot, probably. But why... why was there still so much left even after it kept soaking in?!
I flipped my flopped-over body with a whump, face-planting into the bed. It was hot. Like flipping meat on the grill to cook it evenly...
...Or not? I don't know, it was hot and sticky...!
"Altair, Sirius... somebody, come over, please...!"
I kept muttering to myself for a reason. If I didn't say something, my mind would wander back to that dream from last night.
"Haaa, ah..."
...Ah, I zoned out for a second. My body felt all languid and hot, like it was melting... It wasn't that bad, maybe. If I just stayed still like this, perfectly still...
"Ah...?"
What was that touching my hand? My right hand... wait, where'd my right hand go? The sensation on my fingers wasn't my imagination. Before I knew it, in my hazy, unfocused state, my right hand had slipped under my prone body, sneaking between my legs.
"...What the hell, me... I-I didn't do that... Yuseong-ah, you're cr-crazy..."
My face burned suddenly. Crazy, yeah, totally crazy... Yuseong-ah, even if you're alone, what are you doing starting this in broad daylight...?
...I was alone. No one around.
I glanced around the empty apartment from my face-down position on the bed. No one to see anyway.
"U-um. It's not like... I'm horny or anything. This is..."
Before starting, I gave myself a little excuse. Well, it was true. It wasn't me—it was this nagging feeling since last night that was at fault.
...Should I? No one to answer but me, and my mind was already made up, so of course the answer leaned that way. J-just once... maybe? It might feel better after. This itchy feeling could fade a bit... and, uh...
...Anyway, no way to know until I try.
"......"
I swallowed hard. Still face-down on the bed, I slyly slipped my right hand under my pants. The inside was already thick with warm moisture. And then...
"Ugh, nng... Th-this, no way..."
I nudged my panties aside and slid my hand in, immediately feeling the slickness. Slippery and sticky—that... I couldn't even say it. It was from the dirty dream. I'd been done like that in the dream... No, stop thinking about it, Yuseong-ah...!
"Haa, ha... J-just a little..."
A bit deeper with my fingers. Into that warm, wet, secret space. A little more. Carefully probing the sticky, slick mucous membranes...
"Hoo, whoaaa...♡ It's... so wet...♡"
I had to admit it to myself. Love juices had leaked out so much they soaked my panties, coating my hand thickly... But no thoughts of how gross it was—I just raised my index finger.
J-just once...? For real. One time... Yeah, o-one time...
"Hig, nnngh-♡"
Squelch-
"Hoo♡ Hoo♡ Hooaa, ah, nngh-♡"
Squelch♡ Squelch♡ Squelch♡
"Uuuungh♡ Hi, hiik-♡"
My fingers moved on their own... Inside was already so loose, thrusting wildly felt nothing but good. A little more, deeper... If I could reach all the way inside, it'd feel even better...
Sluuuurp-♡
"Ung♡ Hi, eep-♡ Hooaaa♡ Ha, ah...♡"
I shoved my index finger as deep as it could go, stirring around inside. Nothing but gooey, melted pussy walls everywhere I poked... It felt good, but... a little lacking.
"J-just a bit more... d-deeper..."
If I could push just a little further inside, it'd really feel amazing. Frustrated, I pressed hard, but I couldn't reach.
"A little moooore...♡ Just a tiny bit fuuurth-♡"
The deepest spot, pooled with this frustrating heat my fingers couldn't touch. If only I could reach there—how good would the climax be...?
...No. I already knew the answer.
"D-don't think about iiiit...♡ This is just, just... stress relieeief...♡ O-oh, oooh, clothes...♡"
Squelch♡ Squelch♡ Sluuuurp♡
My fingers were speeding up. Was I moving them? Or were they moving on their own... because I wanted more pleasure?
"Ha, shiiit...♡ This suuuucks...♡"
I'm a magical girl... Spica. But masturbating while thinking about that monster cock I fought? Does that even make sense?
Squelch♡ Squelch-squelch-sluuuurp-♡
"Hiiik, hi, eek...♡ G-gonna, gonna cuuum...♡"
Before I knew it, my fingers were index and middle—two now. Frantically digging into my pussy, my hips bucking in time. Staring dazedly at the ceiling, I saw nothing. Instead, my mind filled with the image from the dream... that monster cock.
"C-cuuuuming...♡ Cumming, cuuuum...♡ ...♡"
I couldn't admit it. Didn't want to. It was just coincidence... yeah, coincidence. That long, thick... womb-pounding monster cock. The one that creampied me without permission. Cumming while thinking of that cock was just coincidence. Yeah, totally...
"Cuuuuumiiiing...♡"
The hazy, mushy sensations from the dream overlapped, and I climaxed. My hips and ass lifted high from the bed. My pussy clenched tight around the two fingers buried deep, squirting psshhh-♡ splurt♡ splurt, pshh-♡
"...O-oh...♡"
Squirting like that. I was totally, utterly insane, Yuseong-ah...
"Haaa, ha, ah...♡ Haa, ah...♡"
I couldn't even think to pull my fingers out—just collapsed face-down, panting raggedly.
"Ha, shiiit...♡ Shouldn't have... done that..."
Did the itchiness fade? Did the heat cool? What a joke... It only made me hornier than before. I'd promised myself just once.
"......"
I slowly pulled my right hand from under my pants and brought it to my face. My palm glistened, covered in clear love juices. Spreading index and middle apart stretched a long striiing-♡
"...Masturbation isn't bad or anything."
Not wrong. Dreaming of losing to a monster and getting fucked, then masturbating because of it... maybe a little bad. But this was just... just me wanting to.
"J-just... one more time?"
Promises to yourself were so easy to compromise on—or break. My hand was already heading back between my legs.
This time for real, absolutely the last time...
***
What happens when "just one more" turns into five?
"Huaa, ha, ah-♡ No more, really no moooore...♡ V-virgin...♡"
You cum your brains out five more times, that's what.
"B-body has no... strength left...♡"
Utterly spent. My eyelids fluttered. Getting up from bed? Forget it. Couldn't even move an arm.
At some point, my prone body had rolled onto my back. Legs splayed wide open to either side. Ah, pants and panties were somewhere on the floor by the bed. No idea when they came off—or if I threw them.
Living alone, who cares... No one to see. Probably...?
"Haaa, ah...♡ So sticky, my whole body, sweat...♡"
Sweat clinging to every inch of skin—sticky, tacky, gross. But weirdly... not unpleasant. No idea why.
Wanted a shower, but no strength to get up. Too lazy anyway. My body was definitely changing. Getting weirder... way more than last time.
...I needed to get that checkup Altair mentioned soon. Otherwise, I'd end up like this every day—masturbating nonstop while thinking about that dream.
No way I wanted that. Even if I'd just been going at it like crazy, saying I hated it now felt off. But even after all that, the sticky feeling lingered.
Hard to explain, but something was still there. Like if I did a little more, it'd be okay—but no matter how much, it never filled the void. So... I hated it.
Lulled by the post-orgasm languor, my eyelids grew heavy.
"Don't care... tired, gonna sleep..."
Too many orgasms—my brain felt like melted ice cream, all gooey. No fragments today... no eyes to meet.
But I just knew... I'd have an insanely dirty dream tonight...