The Magical Girl Has Become a Plate (3)
“Well then… shall we take it slow…”
“Hyiiit?!”
At the Doctor’s deliberate thrusts, Yura let out a moan that sounded like a scream. Her mind, thoroughly eroded by nanomachines, felt nothing but pure pleasure in the act of being violated by a monster.
“Aah… Doctor’s cock… it’s filling me so completely… my womb… it’s pounding… hiik… ah…! I’m so sensitive…! I’m cumming… I’m gonna cum~…!”
Yura’s hips jerked wildly, and a steady stream of love juices poured from where their bodies joined.
Yet the Doctor ignored her completely and drove his hips upward again.
“Hiiiaaaaaah…! D-Doctor… I already came… I came already…!”
“Who gave you permission to stop moving your hips just because you came?”
“Kyaaah… I-I’m sorry… Huaaah…! It’s so hot…!”
Yura stuck out her tongue and rocked her own hips in time with the Doctor’s movements. Despite having been ravaged by countless test subjects before this service, her modified pussy still possessed the tight elasticity of something brand new.
Through his glasses, the Doctor narrowed his eyes and studied her.
“Earthlings are truly fascinating. Unlike us Mekrak, you generate magic power on your own… and you create life with your own bodies. It’s remarkable.”
“Huuung… D-Doctor…!”
“But how pitiful… To possess such a mysterious body and such fresh, vibrant magic power… No matter how hard you struggle, your fate is to be exploited by us.”
The “us” he spoke of did not refer to Mekrak.
It included Magic Land and every other extraterrestrial species.
Those abundant but primitive races were fated to be exploited by life forms from other stars.
A scientist is a romantic at heart. Even the Doctor felt a measure of sympathy for that tragic destiny.
“Now, cum as much as you like, you pitiful magical girl of Earth…!”
“Aah… Doctor… Doctor… hiit… ah… ah, a, a, aaaaaaaaa~~~~~!!!!!”
Gush… gush gush gush gush…!
Hot semen flooded deep inside Yura.
At the burning sensation that claimed even her womb, Yura climaxed spectacularly, exactly as the nanomachines inside her body dictated.
Her form—optimized for male satisfaction and twisted into pure lewdness—now had even her orgasms and sensations controlled by those machines.
“Aah… it’s so hot… Doctor’s… male seed… huaa~~….”
Yet there was no lament in her voice.
Yura—that once-proud Dokkaebi magical girl—now felt only joy at the pleasure of her sex being violated.
“Uncle! Gimme a skewer!”
“……You look like you’re in a particularly foul mood today.”
“Something happened, okay! It’s true!”
I shouted in frustration and snatched the skewer from his hand. As always, nothing beat eating when you were pissed off.
“That bitch Danae screwed me over again!”
Using people as living serving dishes.
The lustful hands of those so-called “important guests,” the feeling of their touch crawling over my skin like insects… just remembering it made me shudder involuntarily.
“If it was Lady Danae, there’s nothing you could have done… I heard some rather high-ranking people showed up today.”
“…You said important guests, but even your place has big shots like that?”
“Mekrak has a king, and nobles beneath him.”
“…And that’s decided by what? Strength?”
“Well… money and power, I suppose.”
“There really is no hope at all…”
I let out a heavy sigh.
Now that I thought about it, Mekrak beings apparently evolved using magic power, and that same energy also powered the important devices that sustained their civilization.
“Uncle, do you guys buy magic power with money too?”
“Pretty much. We trade magic stones packed with power, or buy and sell women who possess a lot of it. Magical girls are especially valuable.”
Human trafficking. These people were insane.
But here I was, captured and exploited like a slave myself. Hearing it described as buying and selling made me feel like an object, which was disgusting, but in the end it wasn’t all that different from how I was already being treated.
It was bleak.
Mekrak really did need to be destroyed. They could all go to hell.
“Uh… did you really need to say that out loud? I’m a Mekrak too, you know.”
“You played with my body however you wanted too. Guilty.”
“I’ve got nothing to say to that.”
The uncle chuckled. He was an infuriating old man, but surprisingly tolerant about certain things. Even when I told him to his face that I’d kill him, he just laughed it off.
“In the end, we die if we don’t steal magic power from you people.”
“Eh?”
“We’re not invading for fun. If we don’t take magic power, even what little we have slowly drains away… We grow weak, get culled by stronger beings, and die.”
The conversation about Mekrak continued from there.
Monsters who could no longer maintain physical bodies existed only as data. Because they extracted replacement energy directly from the planet, the world itself was on the verge of death.
The mood had suddenly turned serious…!
“Doesn’t magic power just… generate on its own if you leave it alone?”
“Not for us. We can’t produce it ourselves, so we have no choice but to take it. Even if we ‘die,’ we just return to data.”
Come to think of it, Mekrak beings didn’t truly die even when killed.
Their minds were preserved as data, and as long as there was magic power and materials, they could be revived indefinitely.
No matter how many times you killed them, they came back. When I first heard that, I thought it sounded convenient… but maybe it wasn’t entirely a good thing.
“……No, stop feeding me useless information, Uncle! Anyway, if you guys are the ones dying, why are you latching onto us like this!”
“When you put it that way, it hurts my feelings… but the young lady is right.”
The uncle laughed heartily and offered me another skewer.
“So yes, we’re the bad guys.”
He spoke with a bitter smile.
“We’re the evil invaders trying to seize Earth. You girls are the magical girls who protect Earth from those evil invaders. From the start, you only need to think about escaping this place and defending your world. Don’t bother feeling sympathy for us. We don’t have the luxury of caring about that either.”
Survival of the fittest. Natural selection.
Weak animals are eaten by strong ones. The weak are weeded out while the strong survive. That was the law of nature.
If we were weak, we would be conquered and exploited by Mekrak. If Mekrak couldn’t handle us, they would exhaust their magic power, lose their home, and perish.
In the end, both sides were simply desperate to survive.
“The younger generation and some of the higher-ups don’t seem to understand this, but what we’re doing is definitely evil. Still, you should remember that your own struggle to survive is driving an entire species toward destruction.”
“……That’s bullshit. Earth is our land, and Earth’s women don’t belong to you people.”
“It’s the question of ‘What is justice?’”
There was even a famous book with that title.
For an old pervert who only cared about dirty things, saying something like that with a straight face was completely unfair.
Even so, my opinion didn’t change.
Mekrak were evil invaders, and we were simply trying to protect what was ours.
“…I get that you’re a pathetic species that can’t survive without stealing magic power. But why do you have to treat women like this? Are we just toys to you?”
“No, it’s… for the sake of enjoying life… a hobby, you could say.”
“You really are a trash species, Uncle!”
“Earthlings aren’t any different!”
Either way, they were unforgivable.
“Anyway, you’ll be taking a map today too, right?”
Once I’d eaten enough skewers to feel full, I followed the uncle into the familiar storage room.
Only four maps remained. Once I collected them all, I could escape.
“So, where should I pour it today? Mouth? Breasts? Do whatever you want! I don’t feel any shame in front of you anymore, baldy!”
“Who are you calling bald?”
When I declared it with a whatever-happens-happens attitude, the uncle shook his head as if declining.
“More than that, I heard about what happened at the restaurant. I wanted to try something similar.”
I stepped backward while covering my chest.
“You’re going to put meat or sashimi on my body and eat it, Uncle…? That’s seriously unhygienic!”
“I think that’s a delicacy in its own right…”
“Pervert! Disgusting! I didn’t think you were like that! You’ve got a terrible personality, you’re twisted, you’re trash, and you’re as filthy as sewage sludge, but I didn’t think you’d sunk to this level!”
“……”
The uncle sighed and retrieved something from the far side of the storage room. It was a ceramic jar with an unfamiliar label.
“Mekrak special liquor. I’ve always preferred drinking over eating.”
I had a bad feeling about this.
“W-what are you going to do…?”
Last time at the Bibi hideout, I had poured beer into my cleavage.
I assumed he wanted to do the same, but the uncle’s request went even further.
“Sit on that desk. Take your clothes off. Keep your thighs pressed tightly together.”
Following his instructions, I reluctantly stripped and climbed onto the desk.
I sat with my thighs pressed together, but the uncle pushed them even closer with both hands, as if dissatisfied. There wasn’t a single gap left.
At this point, I could guess exactly what he had in mind.
“This special liquor tastes best when warmed to human body temperature.”
“Ah… no… this is really…”
“Just stay still. If you spill any, there won’t be a map today.”
With that threat, I had no choice.
I pressed my thighs tightly together and leaned my upper body back slightly to better present my crotch.
The uncle raised the bottle to shoulder height and began slowly pouring the liquor over my collarbone.
Huuuuuu…
The liquor, slightly cooler than body temperature, sent a shiver across my skin.
At first he poured it carefully, drop by drop, but soon the hollow of my collarbone was filled with splashing liquid.
Once it overflowed, the liquor ran down between my breasts, over my navel and lower belly, and finally gathered between my thighs.
Drip… drip…
Haaa… uht…
The uncle changed angles and poured with great care.
The stream flowing through my cleavage sometimes traced the curves of my full breasts or brushed across my nipples and areolas.
By the time the hollow formed by my pressed thighs was brimming with transparent liquid, my skin from collarbone to lower belly glistened with liquor.
The alcohol content must have been high; just the sharp scent was enough to make me feel dizzy.
“Ooh… yes, this is it… this liquor should be enjoyed like this…”
“Ugh… this feels weird… Uncle, hurry up and drink it…!”
The uncle lowered his head and began slowly sucking the liquor pooled between my thighs.
As he drank, the level dropped, so he pressed his face even deeper into my crotch to reach the rest.
“Huu…?! Uncle, if you suck there like that…!”
Slurp… slurp…!
Once nearly all the liquor was gone, his lips and tongue found my clitoris.
As if determined to lick up every last drop, he began persistently sucking and licking my pussy and clit.
I wanted to push his head away, but the promise of the map stopped me. In the end, I could only bite my finger and endure the sensation of his tongue.
Since he was a monster, his tongue was thicker and longer than a human’s, covered in small protrusions that made my skin crawl every time they touched me.
Only after a while did the uncle finally lift his head, satisfied.
“Haa… It really is delicious, young lady. This is true fine dining.”
“……You’re actual trash, Uncle. I’m definitely going to throw you in a blender someday.”
“I guess you don’t need the map after all?”
“Aaaaah…!! I was joking, Uncle! Why are you getting so serious over a joke! Let’s not do that! Just give me the map!”
I reached out my hand, but the uncle looked at me like I was being ridiculous.
“There’s still one whole bottle left.”
One time wasn’t enough for him?!
And that bottle was ridiculously big!
“T-then do it quickly…!”
Of course I couldn’t refuse. I pressed my thighs together again.
Just like before, the clear liquor poured from my collarbone and pooled between my legs.
This time, however, the uncle crouched down and slipped beneath me. Thanks to him pulling me forward, I was now perched with only my butt barely on the desk.
“Hooo… The view is absolutely perfect…”
“……You perverted bald bastard…!”
The uncle brought his mouth to my crotch from below and began sucking noisily, like a bee drinking nectar from a flower.
Uht……!
Every time the liquor was sucked away, my folds received subtle stimulation. The sweetness was unbearable; I had to fight desperately to hold back my moans.
After that, the uncle used my body to empty the entire bottle. Just like at the Bibi hideout, I gathered liquor between my breasts, transferred it mouth-to-mouth, and diligently served him however he asked.
> Drunk
> You are intoxicated with alcohol. You cannot make normal judgments. Your consciousness is becoming clouded.
Maybe the liquor was especially strong, because just serving it was enough to make me drunk too. This was the first time I realized this body had a low tolerance for alcohol. It wasn’t just me, though—the uncle’s face had grown flushed as well.
In our mutually intoxicated, hazy state, I was fucked by the uncle as much as he wanted. I think I came five or six times before he finally came once…
