Contact Block - Withdrawal Therapy (3)

Time flew by.

While working as her supporter side gig, I cut off all contact with the outside world. I stood guard at the door even when she went to the bathroom and tagged along whenever she hit the convenience store.

Conventional corruption desire treatments eased dependency symptoms in proportion to desire intensity. This withdrawal therapy, though? The exact opposite.

The graph numbers dropped, but her condition kept worsening.

"Ugh, this fucking bitch…."

Especially since last night… ugh! I filled in the notes I hadn't gotten to yet.

That evening's gig was managing a park in Sector 2—exterminating mana-beast bugs. Simple stuff. Yeah, the job itself went smooth. The problem came after.

"Oh my, the weather's so chilly these days, right?"

A convenience store. Flirting with some random guy she'd never met.

"Ah, yeah. It is cold."

"On days like this, you gotta watch a movie somewhere warm. Right?"

"Haha, yeah, true."

"Do you like movies, boss? I wanna see the new release, but no one to go with…."

Classic pickup line, slyly fishing for a reaction.

I walked up and grabbed Kim Na-young's shoulder.

"Checkout's done. Let's go. Work left to do."

"Hey, wait. I'm talking to the boss."

She tried shaking off my hand. But I didn't budge—instead, I snatched the card from her and handed it to the clerk.

"Process the payment. No receipt needed."

"Pardon? Oh, sure…."

The clerk picked up on the vibe and hurried through it.

"Let's go."

"No, Doc! What the hell!"

I shoved her back out of the store. The second we hit a quiet walkway with no people around, she whipped around wildly.

"Let go!"

"What the hell do you think you're doing? I told you no hitting on strangers."

"Hitting on? It was just chit-chat! Can't I even small-talk about the weather?"

"That wasn't small talk. It was flirting. Why bring up movies?"

"So what! Did I say I was gonna fuck him? It was just talking, talking!"

Her eyes were bloodshot red. Foam at the corners of her mouth, breathing ragged.

Textbook withdrawal symptoms.

"I'm going fucking insane! No one's talking to me! My phone's a brick, and you're just watching me all day!"

"That's the treatment process."

"Treatment my ass!"

She screamed and swung a fist. Sure, D-grade magical girl, but still a magical girl. Her strength could crumple a normal ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠guy's muscle like tissue paper.

Normally, I'd be flying like a crumpled sheet.

But.

"Huh…?"

My palm caught her fist effortlessly.

Impact? None.

I grabbed her wrist, and she went limp like it was nothing.

"Ow! It hurts! Hurts!"

"That's why I'm twisting it. Snap out of it."

I yanked open the back door of the Starex.

"Get in."

"No way! I'm not getting in! You're fucking crazy?!"

"I said get in."

I hoisted her squirming waist and tossed her into the back seat like luggage.

Thud crash!

"Kyaa!"

She tumbled across the seat. I climbed in right after, slammed the door, and pinned her as she tried to sit up.

"Get off! Back off! Mmph?!"

My hand clamped her slender neck. Thumb pressing her windpipe just right, and her struggling stopped like a lie.

"Guh… kkh… ugh…."

"Calm down."

"Hahk… ugh… uuh…."

"Eyes open. Look at me."

I shoved my face close to hers.

"Who am I?"

"D-Doc… kkh… coun… selor…."

"Right. Your counselor. And you're my patient."

I tightened my grip a bit more.

"Patient assaults the doctor? A magical girl, no less?"

"I-I… fucked up… sor… ry…."

Good thing I handled it right then—mess it up, and I'd have blown three days of progress.

Still, not a total loss.

Might be a wild guess, but since ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠yesterday, I'd locked in one certainty.

Magical girls straight-up can't harm their object of desire.

Think about it—Park Min-jeong did the same.

That bitch kept lashing out violently at me, but ended up dragged along, fucked doggy-style, moaning like a slut.

Impossible normally. Magical girls' strength crushes normals.

But I subdued her. Then, and now.

Probably same with Seo-yul noona… though pussy clenching's kinda iffy?

Anyway, simplifies things.

As long as I'm their 'object of desire,' they can't hurt me. Means I can crush them by force.

Doesn't make shit easier, though.

Especially suppressing these periodic fits since last night—exhausting as hell….

"Right, Na-young?"

"Mmph! Mmmph! Mmph!"

Black sleep mask over her eyes. White gag in her mouth. Hands and feet strapped tight to the bed frame.

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Anyone walking in would think it's a major crime scene.

But nope!

This is treatment.

"Mmph! Mmmph!"

She shook her head wildly, calling for me. Tears leaked from under the mask, soaking her cheeks and pillow. Sweat-matted blonde hair stuck to her forehead—pitiful sight.

"Haa…."

I sighed shortly and approached the bed.

"Na-young."

"Mmph! Mmph!"

"If I untie you, no screaming?"

She nodded like crazy, neck about to snap. Must've been suffocating.

I sat on the bed's edge and reached for the knot at her nape. Buckle clicked loose, gag slackening.

Plop.

"Haa… haa… haa…."

Mouth free, she gulped air raggedly. Saliva dribbled from her lips. Jaw sore, she worked her mouth a bit, then begged in a raspy voice.

"D-Doc…."

"Yes."

"W-water… please…."

"Here."

I stuck a straw in the prepped water bottle and held it to her lips. She latched on like an oasis in the desert, sucking greedily.

Slurp, glug… gulp…

Throat bobbing frantically. Choked a bit, so I pulled the bottle back.

"Slowly. No one's stealing it."

"Haa… haa… Doc… please…."

"Yes, speak."

"This… untie this… please?"

Standard script.

"No."

"Why! I said I'd behave! No more screaming! No tantrums!"

"Liar."

"For real! I swear!"

She yelled indignantly. I shook my head coolly. Blindfolded, she couldn't see anyway.

"Don't you remember last time?"

"What…."

"Grabbed the pizza delivery guy's pant leg, wouldn't let go. Begged him to stay and chat till he freaked and nearly called the cops."

"Th-that was…."

"And the mask, restraints? All consensual. You promised—if you kept it up, it'd get messy for both of us."

Magical girl suppression gear. Not mine—Kim Na-young brought it herself from some past hookup.

Meaning she knew her state was fucked, at least somewhat.

When not mid-meltdown, anyway.

"N-no, that was… I was just briefly crazy…."

"That's why you're tied. In case you snap again."

"No! I'm good now! For real!"

"Can't trust it."

"Aaaah! Doc! Bro! Please! I'm dying here!"

She writhed, bedsprings creaking. Strained limbs left red welts on pale wrists.

"Phone… yeah, just the phone. Ten minutes! Just check for messages!"

"All blocked. Nothing coming."

"You never know! Could be another number! Even spam texts—let me read something!"

"No. Treatment in progress."

"What kinda treatment is this! It's torture! False imprisonment!"

Yeah, I know.

Stoic-faced, I picked up the gag from the nightstand again. Hearing it, her mouth snapped shut.

Gagging her again? Worse than death, apparently.

"Gonna stay quiet?"

"…Yes."

"No cursing?"

"Yeees."

Deflated voice. I set the gag down and leaned back against the headboard.

"Good girl."

"Sniff, meanie… you're so mean, Doc…."

"All for you, Na-young. Just till the poison qi drains out."

"How long… a day? Two? I'll waste away…."

She sniffled. Tears soaked the mask, streaming down her cheeks.

"So boring… won't even play with me. Always 'no,' 'don't,' 'endure.' Not even my mother-in-law. Shoulda picked another guy… that gym trainer whose number I snagged last time was hot and fun."

I sighed shortly. Gag her again?

"So, what do you want? ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I'll grant what I can. No untying."

"……."

Her throat bobbed.

Gulp. Moments later, she mumbled creepily low.

"Hug me."

"Pardon?"

"Hug me. Tight."

Her face flushed red. Not just a hug—obvious to anyone not brain-dead.

"How do you expect a hug like this?"

"Just… just hug me. You're a guy."

"Na-young."

"Ugh, seriously! So oblivious! Gotta spell it out?!"

She yelled frustratedly, twitching bound wrists, beckoning me.

"I'm going nuts! Head's empty, chest's hollow… gotta fill it or I'll die!"

"Withdrawal symptom."

"Exactly! Fix it! You're the therapist—treat me!"

Fuck. You think I don't wanna pound you?

"It'll… help. Yeah, it will. So do it. Please?"

Hot babe—magical girl no less—tied helpless, begging to be fucked. What man says no?

But I crunched the numbers coldly.

"No."

"Why! Why not! Am I not hot enough? Or are you impotent?!"

"Works fine."

"Then why reject me! A girl's throwing away pride here!"

"Na-young."

I braced an arm by her head, leaning close—my breath brushing her nose.

"You're not in your right mind. Once treatment ends and you think straight—what then?"

"What…."

"You'll regret it. 'What was I thinking, fucking that guy?'"

"No I won't!"

"Yes you will. And you might even report me."

I whispered in her ear.

"Pervy counselor taking advantage of a mentally compromised patient."

"……."

She bit her lip hard.

"Coward."

"What?"

"Coward, Doc. Loser. Dickhead!"

She spat huffily. Kinda cute for curses.

"Magical girl begs, and you're scared of a report? Embarrassing manhood."

"Cursing won't work. My safety first."

"Ugh, so frustrating! I said I won't! No reporting!"

She wailed.

"Fine. Calm down and sleep."

"No, seriously… don't go! Stay!"

As I started to rise, she yelled desperately.

"Okay… okay… I'll prove it."

Tears poured from under the mask.

"…V-video. Evidence vid."