Magical Girl Stepfamily (1)

After that intense "therapy" session with Park Min-jeong, to be honest, I dreamed of a rosy future.

A fun, erection-filled life where I'd ponder ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠who to fuck today. Honestly, I thought it wasn't impossible to use those two as my personal fuck-holes.

"……."

But.

Why is reality such a shithole?

Tick, tick, tick—

It had been three days since I sent Park Min-jeong packing.

I rolled around on the bed sideways and checked my smartphone.

Read and ghosted. A clean fucking ghost too.

'Come on, have some manners. We fucked and everything—can't you at least reply?'

Of course, we weren't in some romantic relationship. From her perspective, she just shook off a loser like me and pocketed some cash….

'Truth is, I didn't really see it as therapy either.'

But still, a reply wouldn't kill her, right?

And the neighbor two doors down, Park Min-jeong, was even worse.

I'd hear footsteps in the hallway sometimes. But the moment I cracked the door, she'd ninja-vanish like whoosh.

Once, I nearly bumped into her at the elevator. The second she spotted me, she bolted for the emergency stairs. Running down in heels at that speed? Yeah, magical girls are no joke.

"So that's how it is."

Treatment. The essence of my ability is, ultimately, "treatment."

Relieving corruption desire means literally reducing that "urge" itself.

What happens when you feed a hungry person? Their stomach fills up, and they stop craving food.

Park Min-jeong's obsession and destructive impulses toward me have faded, so her shame and embarrassment have ballooned, making her avoid me like the plague. In crude terms, the more I fuck her, the lower her affection drops.

Especially with Seo-yul sis, who probably knows tons of guys….

"Ugh, time to eat something."

Of course, my treatment isn't permanent. Corruption desire is poison that keeps building as long as she maintains her magical girl powers, so it'll fill up again eventually.

I have no clue when "eventually" is, but the point is….

'Wait for cooldown and try again.'

Gurgle—

Right then, my stomach clock roared.

"I'm starving…."

Even if those two ditched me, life isn't exactly back to normal. For starters, my mana circuit has boosted my base metabolism—I'm hungry no matter how much I eat. Digesting that poison qi and reinforcing my body burns a shit-ton of calories.

Plus, my stamina's improved, and I can pick up interlayer noise with pinpoint accuracy now—a super useful ability that makes real life annoyingly exhausting….

"The cup ramen box I bought yesterday is already gone. What now."

I checked my bank balance.

"Fuck, I'm screwed."

To top it off, Manager K cut off my gigs. That hurt the most.

Should I pick up some real part-time work…?

A mage doing manual labor? Kinda pathetic.

Or hand out business cards as a "magical girl exclusive psychological healer"?

That's when it happened.

Ding-a-ling—

My smartphone went berserk with notifications. Not a one-off—messages were flooding in nonstop.

'What the? Comeback?'

Did work finally drop? Swollen with hope, I unlocked the screen.

But the chat room name that popped up was way out of left field.

"Ah."

A sigh slipped out unbidden. It was the family group chat. First alert in almost a month.

Lee So-hee. My late father's second wife, and my second mom.

It's been three years since Dad passed.

In a typical blended family, we'd have split into strangers the moment the glue was gone. No kids between Dad and stepmom, after all. Just the two older sisters she brought from her previous marriage—and even they didn't get along.

But this weird family tie hung on by a thread. Thanks to my blood sister, "Su-young."

Unlike me, Su-young awakened her mana ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠circuit in middle school. She's a prospective "magical girl," just waiting for her angel bond.

If Mom and the sisters ignored Su-young, we'd have cut ties long ago.

Snarky messages piling up one after another. You can tell their vibe just from the texts.

Not on good terms, and zero chance of improving.

No matter how much stepmom treats me like her own son….

Going there just means getting shit from the sisters. Like sitting on a pincushion.

They never say it outright, but that contemptuous stare at the dinner table kills my appetite.

So why bother dragging myself there—

Ding.

"……."

I held my breath for a second.

500,000 won. Too much to turn down.

Weekend, Sector 1's prime affluent district.

Where the elite rich congregate—the air itself felt different.

The subway doors opened, and pristine air hit my nostrils.

Sector 1. Gray City's priciest, safest, most exclusive zone.

This city was strictly stratified by class. Lower sector numbers meant closer to wealth and power; higher meant closer to the slums. Even my Sector 4 was a bustling middle-class hood, but Sector 5 was lawless chaos.

'Seo-yul sis's back-alley dump is peak Sector 5.'

I feel it every time I come here—this alien disconnect, like stepping into another world.

Out the turnstiles, a scene caught my eye right away.

"Hey, Kim So-yeon. What was that salute angle? Again."

"S-Sorry! I'll correct it!"

"Voice too quiet? Again!"

"Sorry!!"

Over by a pillar, three uniformed magical girls stood together. Obvious setup: one senior in crisp police garb with an armband, two rookie chicks looking green as hell.

The senior was a stunner—sharp eyes, stern vibe, baton and magi-terminal screaming authority. The newbies? Baby-faced, on the verge of tears.

'Youth. Pure youth.'

Magical Girl Police Force.

Unlike regular magical girls, they handled security and villain crimes—a special unit.

Passersby shot them fond smiles.

Adorable glances. Yeah, great optics: cute faces, shiny uniforms, fresh enthusiasm.

'This is the romance of a magical girl city.'

But the second I headed their way for the bus, that cozy vibe shattered.

Eh?

"……."

"……."

The senior's brows furrowed. The rookies tensed, lips sealed.

Senior blocked my path like it was natural.

"Quick inspection."

"…Sure, whatever."

I sighed on reflex, hand in pocket.

This damn face of mine. Not ugly, but fierce eyes and a rough vibe. Cops always flagged me since kid days.

Baggy hoodie and jeans? Stuck out like a sore thumb among Sector 1's classy crowd.

"ID, please."

"Here."

She scanned my ID with her terminal, eyes raking me top to bottom.

Classic suspect glare—stern, suspicious.

"Jeong Ji-un. Sector 4 resident."

"Yes."

"Purpose of visit?"

"Visiting family."

"Family?"

Her eyebrow twitched. Skeptical. The rookies whispered, exchanging looks.

"That guy here…?"

"Delivery?"

"Shh, he can hear."

I can hear everything, you cops. Magical girl hearing, and you say it loud? Rude or just dumb?

"Specific address and host name?"

"The Hill House. Lee So-hee's place."

"The Hill House…?"

Her face twisted oddly. Makes sense—prime real estate for Sector 1's elite.

Obvious she thought a guy like me had no business there.

"Lying obstructs official duties—could mean arrest. I'll verify. Wait here."

"Hey, hold up."

I scratched my head lazily, pulling out my phone. Knew this'd happen—Mom sent prep.

"This should cover it."

Screen showed a QR-coded "Temporary Pass"—issued by a resident, like a voucher.

She scanned it dubiously.

"…Confirmed."

She handed back my ID stiffly.

"You're clear to go. But wander outside designated areas, get caught—you're deported on the spot."

"Yeah, yeah, thanks for your work."

I snatched my ID and walked off. Prickling stares on my back.

"Senior, did we screw up? If a complaint…."

"Hmph, our force bends to pressure? Guy looks like a villain. We did our job—ignore and carry on."

"Y-Yes!!"

I left their voices behind, exiting the station.

'Magical girls acting all high and mighty.'

Of course, I am a villain. Low-level Nebula grunt, no big name….

'Damn good at the job, though.'

Bus dropped me off; I hiked the sloping uphill path.

High walls lined the alley. I straightened my clothes. Used to be a slog, but now? Easy.

Thanks, mana circuit.

A few minutes later, the wrought-iron gate loomed. Massive, imposing. Walls like fortress battlements.

This place always crushed your spirit.

'Honestly, still don't get it.'

For Su-young, sure. But me? Useless baggage. Why does stepmom care this much?

Makes no sense. Dad left no fortune, no talent from me.

Just debt and infamy.

No money, no skills—just a thug who threw punches. That's Dad's origin.

Mystery why a much younger, loaded stepmom married a nobody like that.

'Big dick? Or maybe Mom's a former magical girl too, corruption desire got her….'

A sleazy thought made me chuckle.

Whatever. Pointless.

I rang the bell.

Ding-dong—

Truth is, I cut ties not just from awkwardness.

'They're all magical girls.'

Easy to see where this mansion came from.

Retired B-grade magical girl stepmom. Two active sisters inheriting her blood. Every woman here had the gift.

Picture it: sisters treating pathetic me like dirt with magical girl physiques.

How much must I have grated on them?

Leeching parasite punk sucking Mom's money. That's all I was. No way a wimpy stepson like me could stand tall.

'That's why I stormed out.'

I clenched and unclenched my fist. Tension gripped my hand.

Honeyed, silky voice over the intercom. Stepmom.

"It's me."

Her tone jumped an octave.

Moments later, creak— the heavy gate swung open. A woman hurried out in quick steps.

"Ji-un~!"

"……"

I froze, breath caught.

Cozy beige knit dress for home. But oblivious to male eyes, it hugged her curves brazenly.

Bounce, bounce—

As she ran, two heavy mounds heaved wildly under the thin knit. Wide hips below her slim waist rivaled Western models—plump and fertile.

'Whoa.'

Damn, her physique hits different every time. How is she early 40s? Magical girl anti-aging is busted—she could pass for late 20s, skin taut and flawless.

"Oh my, my son! It's been forever!"

She rushed me, wrapping in a tight hug.

Squish.

"……!"

Air crushed out. Her full breasts squashed against my chest, sensation vivid. Face buried in her neckline cleavage. Soft, pillowy skin smothered my cheek and nose.

And.

This scent.

Rich rose perfume, laced with thick, sticky, mature magical girl musk. Worlds apart from Park Min-jeong's peachy whiff.

"You okay? Eating well? Your face looks half-gone~"

She stroked my back, fussing. Each word pressed her tits harder. Hot body heat seeped through the knit.

"Mom, can't… breathe."

"Oops, sorry! Got too excited~"

She pulled back slightly, smiling with her eyes. Wrinkle-free smooth face. Red lips curved seductively. Her gaze trailed from my face to shoulders, chest.

"But Ji-un."

"Yeah?"

"You… changed somehow?"

She tilted her head, kneading my shoulder and arm.

"Body's so firm now? ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Working out? You were scrawny before—looks great."

"Ah, yeah… bit here and there. World's rough these days."

"Oh, so manly now. Real man~"

She pinched my bicep, giggling. I stepped back casually, changing topics.

"Sisters around?"

"Just woke up. Out on 'patrol' late last night."

"Got it."

"Come in. Cold out. Mom made braised short ribs."

She hooked my arm. Ignoring the soft press, I crossed the garden to the entrance.