The Magical Girl Becomes a Lewd Dancer (1)
Somehow, mealtime had ended, and once again I found myself crawling down the hideout corridors like a dog. Following the tugging of the leash that the Bibi ahead of me rattled, I crawled along obediently. My top was gone, leaving my breasts completely exposed, my skirt was hiked up in a mess, and I had no panties. My entire body was smeared with sticky semen, and my thighs glistened with a mixture of love juices and other fluids. An anal bead with a dog-tail decoration was once again plugged into my ass, and the dog-ear headband still sat on my head. After all the fondling and humiliation I'd endured, my face apparently wore a rather sexy—crassly put, lewd—expression.
“Bibibibi. What a horny bitch, bibi.”
“Fits a sow perfectly, bibi.”
Hnn... hyaa...
Maybe that was why the Bibis passing by seemed to harass me more frequently. In the morning they had only smacked or ogled my ass in passing, but now they openly shoved fingers into my anus and pussy, or tugged and twisted my nipples for fun while watching my reactions. Some even stopped me outright to make me service them with my mouth and breasts.
Status: Semen Toilet
Your body is soiled with a stranger’s semen. Your lewd flesh lowers its guard, making it easy for men to touch you. Any man who sees your body feels the urge to ejaculate on it.
Status: Excessive Exposure
Excessive exposure draws men’s gazes. It stirs obscene desires.
So that was it… Looking like this, I was constantly attracting men.
“Hey, wait a second. Just stop for a bit.”
“.......”
“Nngh, just a moment, I mean… Stop, you damn bastard!”
“Hmm… You used polite speech, so fine, bibi. I’ll stop.”
That was enough to satisfy it? At least it stopped. Thank god. At this rate my body wouldn’t last. I hurriedly bought Costume Change from the Point Shop. Points would pile up again quickly as long as I stayed here anyway.
“Costume Change.”
At my muttered words, light enveloped my body. The same transformation scene as always. Whew, finally some clothes.
> Executing Costume Change...
> Costume Change......
> ‘Costume: Lewd Dancer’.
A moment later the light faded, and when I saw the new costume I was wearing, I felt despair and clutched my head.
“....Please... what the hell is this.......”
The torn and missing parts had been restored. The problem was that the costume itself had changed. The previous outfit had been a proper magical-girl look—pitch-black skirt, form-fitting top, boots—but now… it was something that screamed dancer. A black cloth covered my mouth, a string-like chest covering and underwear barely hid my privates, and a simple pareo-like cloth wrapped around my hips. Sparkling ornaments were scattered here and there. Every piece of fabric had luxurious embroidery, but because it was thin mesh like a nightslip, everything underneath was visible. The clothing served no purpose in covering my body. My nipples and most intimate place were plainly on display. The crotch area had one extra layer from the pareo, but even that was transparent enough to see through if you looked closely. Somehow, it felt even lewder than being naked…
Status: Lewd Exposure (changed from Excessive Exposure)
How unfortunate. Your current appearance is more shameful than nudity. You feel a special sense of humiliation when showing this form. You feel a special sense of humiliation when being violated in this form.
Tempting Scent
Your body emits a seductive fragrance that lures men and stirs their lust. Anyone who smells it will want to ravish you like a beast.
Sweet Flesh
Your body grants men a special, sweet pleasure when they take you.
Skilled Whore
You are already a professional of debauchery. All abilities related to sexual acts are enhanced.
Uuuuugh... sob......!
Back in the torture chamber again. With both hands bound behind my back, I straddled a Bibi lying beneath me and desperately bounced my hips, servicing its cock. I had to make it ejaculate somehow, but another Bibi beside us was timing me, counting how long it took.
“Bibibibi. You’re late, bibi.”
“Ah, no.......”
Whenever that verdict fell, the strange mask was shoved over my face without fail. Pink, sweet gas poured out of it, and every time I inhaled, my head pounded and my body grew hotter. My fully erect nipples sprayed milk even though nothing was touching them, and my petals twitched on their own, gushing love juices.
Trait: Aphrodisiac Addiction (Severe) — Activated
“Continue, bibi.”
“Haaah... wait... it’s too sensitive... it’s too sensitive......”
The Bibi beneath me pierced me with its cock while pinching my nipples to urge me on. Trembling, I forced my hips to keep moving and servicing it. But my body, hypersensitive from the aphrodisiac, made me feel pleasure before the other party did.
“Ah.......”
Still straddling the Bibi, my body convulsed. I came again…
“Bibibibi. This bitch came first again, bibi. How many times is that now, bibi.”
“At this rate we’ll never be done... bibi!”
“Kkyaaaaaaaagh?!”
The Bibi thrust its hips upward hard, making me let out an unsightly scream and squirt again.
“Bibibibi. No matter how much we fuck her, the tightness never goes away, bibi.”
“The way her pussy squeezes like she’s begging every time we thrust feels great, doesn’t it, bibi.”
The Bibis chuckled and began masturbating in front of my body. Before long, my body was once again thoroughly soiled with fresh white fluid. There were still plenty of Bibis lined up to violate me…
Hnnngh... hiiiiiiik......
Next, I was dragged into the bathroom and tied to a urinal with my ass sticking out.
“Bibibibi. You’re a semen toilet, yet you feel disgusted being used in the bathroom, bibi?”
“Hnn... ahaah... yes...!”
Squelch, squelch, squelch—the sounds echoed through the closed bathroom. Bibis lined up, waiting to use my holes. Bound in front of a filthy urinal, I felt no revulsion at the smell of urine. On the contrary, if I wasn’t careful I felt like I might rub my cheek against it in delight, so I gritted my teeth and clung to my will. But that will threatened to scatter like mist every time a cock pounded into me from behind.
“Haaht, ha... ngh, haaaah......!”
“Bibibibi. You look like you’re enjoying it, bibi. Come on, say what we taught you earlier, bibi.”
“I-I don’t want to....”
“Is that so, bibi.”
The Bibi reached for the mask nearby and pulled it to my face. With a psshh, the aphrodisiac gas from earlier sprayed toward my nose and mouth.
Ah, no... I’m getting hot again...
Immediately my pussy, nipples, and every erogenous zone began to tingle, and my body heated up.
“Haaaaaaaang!”
The Bibi resumed pistoning. With just two thrusts I came again, squirting and spraying milk. Ignoring whether I came or not, the Bibi kept thrusting several more times, enjoying my reactions, then gently squeezed my ass from behind and asked again.
“Say what we taught you earlier, bibi.”
“Haaah... ah... ugh... I’ll... kill you all.....”
If I didn’t obey, it would spray the aphrodisiac again. If my body got any hotter than this… I ground my teeth and decided to do as told.
“Th......”
“Hmm? I can’t hear you, bibi.”
“......K-Kei is... a public toilet for the Bibis... Please... use this cheap pussy... and pierce it thoroughly with your vigorous cocks... Violate me... violate me as much as you want....”
Perhaps because of the costume, a different, sharper shame than before washed over me. My face flushed hot. An inexplicable misery dragged me down into the abyss. Yet feeling that shame and misery made my body twitch on its own even though the Bibi hadn’t moved yet, and a chilling pleasure stabbed into my brain.
Trait: Masochistic Sow — Activated
Apparently even feeling miserable brought me pleasure. Damn it... I really was a masochistic sow in every sense of the word.
“Bibibibi. As expected of a lewd meat toilet, bibi. We’ll fuck you thoroughly just as you wish, bibi.”
“Hiiiiiiiiit... kyaaaaaaaagh...!”
As the Bibi resumed violent thrusting, I could only writhe desperately while enduring the pleasure. Thoughts of rebellion or resistance no longer held any meaning. Tied to the urinal, unable to do anything but squirm unsightly and keep climaxing, I became the Bibis’ outlet for their desires. Both my pussy and anus were used without pause, yet thanks to the trait they always regained their original tightness, so the Bibis never grew tired of me. Whenever they got bored they made me inhale the aphrodisiac gas from the mask or forced me to repeat the humiliating words, enjoying my reactions.
At some point they began drawing lines on my thigh with a marker. Each time someone ejaculated, they drew another line. A quick glance showed the marks quickly forming the character “正” Before long, another row of the same marks lined up.
“Bibibibi. If you’re a toilet, shouldn’t we write on you like this, bibi.”
After dealing with the endless line of Bibis, the last one who had just ejaculated inside my pussy shoved its cock into my anus instead. Soon I felt a hot, unknown liquid pouring into my rectum. It was different from sticky semen. I realized the Bibi was still buried inside me, releasing warm urine into my body. For a moment I showed a startled expression, but my face unconsciously relaxed and colored with joy. When the Bibi pulled out, urine trickled down my ass crack.
“Bibibi. For a toilet, your hole is quite sloppy, bibi. Thanks to you the floor got dirty, bibi.”
“Ahaah... I’m sorry... I’ll... do better....”
I lifted my hips as high as possible to hold in more urine. I wasn’t thinking anymore; my body had moved on its own. The Bibi happily smacked my raised ass.
“Bibi. You are a semen toilet, bibi. You will be our cock slave and meat toilet for life, bibi.”
“Haaht, ha... yes....”
Even while being insulted by the Bibi, my body trembled with joy and pleasure. Finally, the Bibi sweetly devoured my lips as if savoring my flesh, then left.
From that point I began to feel something strange. A peculiar sense of exhaustion, as if something inside my body was lacking. Every time I reached climax, every time I was made to ejaculate, my magic power drained away like an ebbing tide at a speed I had never experienced before. At first I hadn’t had the presence of mind to notice, but as time passed I grew certain.
Your body has become excessively sensitive. You have almost no resistance to sexual pleasure.
The more accustomed you become to pleasure, the faster your magic power is drained. The decrease in magic power accelerates. Your body becomes the ultimate prey for those who covet magic power.
After finishing my duties as a toilet, it was already evening. As expected, they had no intention of simply feeding me dinner either.
“Bibi. If you accept the boss’s proposal we won’t ask for anything else, bibi. It’s already quitting time.”
Even monsters clocked out on time. Come to think of it, they hadn’t touched me before work hours either.
“That stingy bastard. How far is he going to torment me just because I didn’t listen to him.”
“So what’s your answer, bibi.”
“I refuse, you rotten bastards! The moment I see an opening I’ll slaughter every last one of you!”
The Bibi snorted disdainfully and shook its head. It was an infuriating gesture.
“Thanks, bibi. Now we can enjoy ourselves a little longer, bibi.”
In the end, dinner was the same as lunch—I had to crawl under the table milking out semen. It was a little humiliating, but the dinner I ate afterward tasted delicious. These monster bastards really eat well.... Plus they get to clock out on time... seems like a good workplace.
“Bibibibi. Enjoying yourself, bibi.”
“Shut... up.”
After finishing the meal I was immediately summoned by the head Bibi. Just like before, only the two of us remained in the room. The Bibi sat me in front of it and fondled my body here and there as if appraising it. Even though all my weak points were exposed, it never touched the crucial spots, only teasing the surrounding areas to torment me. My body, already accustomed to the pleasure of having my head patted, now felt frustrated by these ambiguous stimulations. Still, my face flushed and my pussy tingled. It was all because of the aphrodisiac....
“So, I hear you’re still refusing my proposal, bibi.”
“You heard right....”
“A stubborn magical girl, bibi. That just makes breaking you more fun, bibi.”
“I’d rather be a meat toilet than submit to something as pathetic as you, idiot!”
“Haa. Your evaluation hurts, bibi.”
Despite saying it was sad, the Bibi’s eyes traced lewd curves as it enjoyed my body. Then it brought out the beer and snacks it had prepared.
“Do you like alcohol, bibi.”
“......Not really.”
“That’s a shame, bibi. Pour it for me anyway, bibi.”
Damn it, it’s just canned beer—why not just pop the tab and drink? What’s with the arrogant commands, you moron. Still, compared to everything I’d been through so far this was nothing, so I reached out to pour the beer only to freeze.
“Bibibibi. You don’t like it anymore, bibi? Why did you suddenly stop, bibi.”
“......Hey.”
“Yeah?”
“The glass isn’t cold at all!”
My voice rang through the room. The head Bibi blinked in surprise.
“You don’t know how to drink beer properly?! Seriously, beer amateurs like you are the worst! I feel sorry for the beer that gets drunk by someone like you!”
“Uh, ah... bibi....”
“Ice! You don’t have ice?! Bring some right now! And what kind of glass is this! You should have a proper beer glass! You don’t?! Then go buy one!”
“Ah, got it, bibi... th-there should be one, bibi....”
While the flustered Bibi scurried around preparing things, I kept scolding and hurrying it from behind. This was wrong, that was wrong. Only after my excitement cooled did I think, “Was that a chance to escape...?” but by then everything was already prepared and a chilled beer glass with ice sat on the table. Ideally the glass itself should have been frozen, but waiting for it to chill now felt too bothersome. Still, I muttered my dissatisfaction, and the Bibi said “No problem, bibi,” took out some tool, and instantly chilled the glass. It must have used some Mekrak device. Viva Mekrak. Their technology is impressive.
“It’s a new glass so there shouldn’t be any grease or foreign matter... good.”
I began slowly pouring the beer. I had learned how to pour beer back in my university days. I had also learned to drink beer in university, but before becoming an adult I was a wholesome kid who never touched alcohol—believe it or not. The trick to pouring good beer is creating an appetizing head. The ratio of beer to foam should be 8:2 (important)! When you have about two finger-widths, roughly 3 cm of foam, the carbonation is properly protected and the beer tastes its best.
“Hmm.”
I poured the proper amount from a height in one go, then when the foam settled a little I poured slowly from slightly above the glass, and when the foam settled further I poured slowly and carefully while touching the glass. When the foam began to rise vigorously, I poured quietly as if pushing it up. The finer and more careful you are with the foam, the longer it lasts.
“There, done.”
“O-ohhh... bibibi....”
I pushed the beer toward the Bibi and casually munched on the squid legs on the plate. Since the Bibi didn’t complain it was probably fine. Still, I wanted to drink too. The Bibi began gulping the beer heartily. The way it drank made even me want some. This guy didn’t even know how to drink properly, yet it drinks so deliciously. Unconsciously I swallowed. Should I ask for a glass too... Just as I thought that, the Bibi set the empty glass down on the table with a thunk.
“Bibibibi. So this is beer... fantastic, bibi.”
“Hoo. At least you know the difference, so I’ll give you that. If you’d said you didn’t know after all that, I wouldn’t even talk to you anymore.”
“But... something’s missing, bibi....”
“What?!”
I frowned. There was no problem with how the beer was poured. The ratio of beer to foam earlier had been the perfect golden ratio, and the glass temperature was just right. If it still wasn’t satisfied, then either this guy didn’t know the taste of beer yet, or the beer itself was bad.
“Change the brand. Or maybe you actually want a different drink instead of beer? If you’re drinking without even wanting to taste the beer itself, that’s an insult to beer! Unforgivable!”
“No, bibi... I do want to drink beer. The taste isn’t bad either, but... bibibibi.”
The Bibi picked up a new can of beer and looked at my face. Its eyes traced a lewd curve.
“Kgh.............”
My face flushed with shame. Right now I had removed the chest covering and was gathering my exposed breasts with both arms. Kneeling on the sofa, I had turned my body toward the Bibi.
“Bibibibi. If you want to drink beer properly, you have to do it like this, bibi.”
“......Just hurry up and do it.”
Grinding my teeth and urging it on, the Bibi popped open the beer can right in front of me. Then it slowly tilted it, pouring the golden liquid between my gathered breasts. The foamy yellow liquid bubbled and pooled in my cleavage. I pressed my breasts together tighter so not a single drop would spill.