The First City (2)
She slid her panties down until they caught around one ankle. If she tossed them anywhere, the monsters would just snatch them up again.
“Nothing sweeter than the honey that comes from down there.”
“......You goddamn pervert.”
I spread my legs and knelt on the plate Tutu held out. Directly beneath my exposed sex lay the plate and the sliced fish arranged on it.
‘So then....’
I pushed the thin cloth that barely covered my breasts upward and carefully massaged the ripe fruit of my chest. After all the modifications and the countless monsters that had used me, my breasts had become far too sensitive, so I touched them as gently as possible. Even so, the pleasure still came flooding in....
“Nng... ah....”
Before I knew it, the surroundings had gone quiet. The bandits kept stealing glances at me while Tutu rested his chin on his hand, smirking as he watched.
> Trait: Exhibitionism has been activated.
I didn’t particularly want to become the kind of pervert who enjoyed being watched.... Yet whenever I felt their gazes, my body couldn’t help but twitch and tremble with unwanted pleasure. My nipples were already stiff and erect. God, they were incredibly sensitive right now. I didn’t even dare touch them directly. Instead, I stroked the areola while carefully gauging the angle to brush against the tips.
With one hand I caressed the skin near my thigh, circling the equally sensitive area around my sex without touching the most important part yet. Even so, I could already feel myself growing wet. My slit parted on its own, as if inviting attention.
Now... slowly... slowly...!
“Look at that. Standing nice and stiff, you little pervert.”
“Hyaaaaaaaah?!”
In that instant, Tutu grinned wickedly and pinched both of my nipples. A completely unexpected strike. My body, already wound tight with anticipation, reacted violently to the simple touch. My back arched and trembled. From my twitching slit, a clear jet of fluid sprayed out like a water pistol.
> Trait: Squirt Habit has been added.
> Magical fluid is occasionally ejected from the vagina like a water pistol.
Tutu continued tormenting my nipples, forcing a kiss on my mouth while pressing down on the womb tattoo on my lower belly, kneading and pushing as if trying to force my uterus to submit.
“Hnn... hah... nngh... ah...!”
My hips shook in involuntary circles. Love juices dripped from my sex in thick strands. My crotch and thighs were already a complete mess. To think my body had become this pathetic from nothing more than this level of teasing.... The realization only made the pleasure worse. My mind felt like it was melting, floating away on a dizzying high. Saliva spilled from the corner of my mouth as Tutu ravaged it.
“Oho, excellent. The sauce has been applied perfectly.”
Tutu gave my slit one final squeeze from both sides, wringing out the last drops of fluid. Come to think of it, I really was just like the lemon that came with the dish—squeezed for its juice to flavor the meal. Only my body was far more fun to toy with than any lemon.
Haa... haa.... My body burned. My nipples and labia were flushed and swollen. Heat rose to my face; my cheeks must have been bright red. Tutu grinned lewdly, then left me as I was and picked up the plate beneath me. The sliced fish, now thoroughly coated in my vulgar, shameful honey. He popped the entire thing into his mouth in one bite.
“Ooh... wow... sweet, with just a hint of sourness... the best flavor... and above all, the rich magical power is incredible...! Uku-ku-ku...! A true delicacy. A true delicacy indeed.”
Tutu seemed satisfied. I was anything but. He glanced at me, then reached toward a small brazier nearby. A pot sat on the portable stove, filled with a fiery red broth and skewers loaded with meat, vegetables, and fish cakes. Mala skewers. A famously intense Chinese dish packed with spices that delivered an overwhelmingly stimulating spiciness. Tutu selected one of the sausages that had been scored with many shallow cuts.
“Let’s give this one a taste too.”
The sausage had just come out of the boiling pot, so steam still rose from it. Tutu blew on it a few times to cool it, then brought it toward my sex.
“Hey, hey! It’s hot, you crazy bastard!”
“It’s fine, it’s fine. Magical girls are tough.”
“It’s not your body, it’s mine~~!!”
The slightly rough tip of the sausage slowly parted my slit and pushed inside.
“Hooooooook~~~~!!!!!”
I couldn’t endure it. The sausage was already thicker than most objects, and the careful scoring Danbi had made created ridges that mercilessly scraped and stimulated my inner walls. Worst of all, the sausage was soaked in mala broth. The sauce clinging to the surface and seeping from the cuts soaked straight into my vaginal flesh, turning the heat into a burning, stinging pain that went far beyond mere spiciness. And it was hot. Not enough to cause burns, but hot enough that putting it in my mouth would have made me yelp “Hot-hot-hot!”
My thighs trembled violently. It was a miracle I didn’t collapse. I clutched my head with both hands, desperately trying to endure the dizzying sensation, while Tutu kept twisting and thrusting the sausage deeper, as if it still wasn’t enough.
“Ah, ahh... stop... stop it...! Seriously... hnn... hiiik... you damn bastard...! Aaaang...!”
Ignoring my protests, Tutu relentlessly rubbed the sausage against my insides. Once he seemed satisfied, he finally pulled it out with a wet sound. The ridges scraped along my walls all the way out, making me feel as though my very soul was being dragged along with it. From my now-empty sex, a mixture of love juices and mala broth dripped down, forming a small puddle between my legs.
“Mm. This one’s good too... the perfect balance of sharp spiciness and sweetness, warm at just the right body temperature... and that sauce packed with magical power is downright addictive. Uku-ku-ku.”
I stared blankly at Tutu as he happily devoured the sausage now coated in my fluids, feeling as though my soul really had left my body.
“...Well then, shall we get to the main topic?”
The main topic...? Now that he mentioned it, he had said there was something he wanted to discuss. After finishing the sausage, Tutu kept me standing in the same position and poured liquor into a nearby cup. Then he dropped some kind of drug into it. That loathsome hypnotic drug.
“You heard you’re going to be sold, right?”
“......Maybe.”
“Someone told you, apparently... but it doesn’t matter. I was planning to tell you anyway. Here, drink. At least wet your throat.”
He obviously expected me to drink something he’d drugged. As if I would. ...I couldn’t say that. I couldn’t defy him anyway. More than anything, the lingering spiciness still throbbing inside me made it impossible to think straight.
“Go on, drink.”
“.......”
My body obediently accepted the cup from his hand. Both hands, respectfully. The transparent liquor inside sloshed, the drug clearly visible within it. I downed the entire cup in one go. That awful, familiar feeling washed over me again. My head spun. My emotions slipped out of control, tossed about like waves. Dizzy... ugh....
I looked at Tutu with slightly glazed eyes. He had a cigarette-like object in his mouth and was lighting it. In my hazy vision, the smoke wavered like a mirage.
“Now then, magical girl. You lot are going to be sold to some rich noble. A notorious pervert, even among nobles—who are all perverts to begin with. This one’s in a league of his own.”
“...What makes him so special?”
“After he’s had his fun, he turns women into stone statues to use as furniture. Sometimes he only petrifies the head and limbs while leaving the breasts and sex untouched. Other times he leaves just the head and turns the rest to stone so he can enjoy watching them cry. Imagine it. Your mind still works, but your body won’t move. Whoa, you’d want to bite your tongue and die right away.”
The explanation was delivered calmly, yet the drug made my mind race with increasingly vivid, horrifying images. Before I realized it, my hands and lips were trembling.
“......So...?”
“I saw something like this.”
Tutu pulled an object from his pocket. It looked like a wristwatch, or perhaps a bracelet. It was a Hyperdimensional Tool.
“Give it back!”
“Why would I?”
“Kuh...!”
“You said you can’t use your full power without it, right?”
How did he know that? ...Ah, right. I’d blabbed everything while under the hypnotic drug last time. Without it, I couldn’t do anything. ‘Should I try to take it back?’ No, that was far too risky. If he took Danae and Danbi hostage, even transforming wouldn’t help. For now, I had to hold off. I glared at Tutu in silence.
“Well, if you listen to me, I might give it back.”
“Really?!”
“Yeah. I don’t lie. Uku-ku. I need you. I want to cause some trouble at that noble’s castle.”
Tutu narrowed his eyes and made his proposal in a heavy voice.
“How about it, magical girl? Shall we join forces?”
To my drug-addled mind, Tutu’s words sank in like an unbreakable shackle.
* * *
Clunk! Clunk!
The road wasn’t properly paved, so the constant rattling noise never stopped. Yet inside the vehicle, the ride was surprisingly smooth. One of the bandits had mentioned something about anti-gravity, but I didn’t understand the details. I just filed it away as another product of ultra-high technology.
‘At least I’m not getting motion sick....’
We were being transported in something like a prisoner transport vehicle. Two days had already passed since the banquet, and now we were being moved to be sold as merchandise. Heavy restraints bound our limbs, and the chains attached to the Sex Slave’s Collar around our necks were fixed to the wall. Escape or resistance was impossible.
“Ah, I see the city~.”
“......Really?”
Danae and Danbi peered out the window beside them and gasped in admiration. I also looked out over their shoulders. It was the first city I had seen since arriving on the planet Mekrak. We hadn’t crossed the desert on camels or with the help of friendly caravans. Instead, we had been captured by bandits and dragged here as goods. The thought left me with a strange, hollow feeling.
“There’s a whale flying in the sky~? That’s amazing~!”
“That tower looks like a catacomb... full of holes everywhere.”
The city we had arrived at was Rosenbria. Unlike the desert we had crossed, it was a beautiful city surrounded by a vast lake that reminded me of the sea. Even the usually grumbling Danbi and the strangely detached Danae were simply staring outside in awe. I was no different. It was a scene I had only ever seen in fantasy or sci-fi movies back on Earth.
“This is... the first city we’re seeing on Mekrak....”
Forgetting for a moment that this was the territory of the invaders who wanted to steal our planet, I gazed outside in a daze.