Contact Block─Withdrawal Therapy (4)
Do you know what one of the biggest weaknesses of magical girls is?
Surprisingly, it's not the villains or the magical beasts—it's the angels that grant them their power.
Angels are beings that can bestow power... or take it away.
From the moment the true identities of the first-generation magical girls were revealed to the world, angels became the subject of endless research in labs and graduate programs alike. What the hell are these alien lifeforms that look like plush doll mascots?
If you ask whether those studies were all that useful, I'd have to say no—but even so, we did learn a few facts.
These pick-the-prettiest-ones angels care more about public image than anyone, handpicking only the cutest girls to become magical girls.
But what if footage like this leaked out?
Beep—
A red dot started blinking at the top of my phone screen. I leaned back against the headboard, arm draped over it, staring at Kim Na-young through the lens.
"Not gonna say anything?"
Kim Na-young bit her lip hard. Her eyemask was off.
Her puffy eyes were red and swollen, disheveled blonde hair sticking to her cheeks. To clearly prove her identity, we'd filmed her in her magical girl transformation.
"If you don't want to, just quit. I'm not forcing you."
As I moved my finger toward the stop button, she frantically shook her head.
"N-no! I will... I said I'll do it."
"Then look straight at it and speak clearly. Eyes on the lens. The lens."
I shoved the phone right up to her face. Her gaze wavered anxiously before finally resigning itself to meet the camera.
"Name."
"...Kim Na-young."
"Age."
"Tw-twenty... nine."
"Occupation."
"Freelancer... magical girl."
"Codename."
"...Lucy Twinkle."
On the screen, her flushed face heaved with ragged breaths. A blonde beauty tied to the bed, spilling her personal details.
This was sadistic pornography in its own right.
"Explain your current situation. Why are you tied up?"
"For... treatment... I begged for it myself..."
"Who forced you?"
"No one... I came here on my own... I wanted it..."
"Wanted what?"
The key question. I gripped the phone tighter, waiting for her answer.
Kim Na-young bit her lip. Her eyelids fluttered with shame. But desire had long since devoured her reason.
"Sex... I..."
"Can't hear you. Louder."
"I want... sex..."
"With who?"
"With you... with Counselor Jeong Ji-un..."
Ding.
I hit the stop recording button.
"Good girl."
"You... keep your promise..."
Kim Na-young lifted her head, searching for me. Her unfocused eyes wandered the air, like an abandoned puppy waiting for its owner's touch. It stirred a strange urge to conquer.
But was this enough?
I picked up the black sleep mask from beside the bed again.
Time for a new shoot.
"Excuse me for a sec."
"Huh? W-wait! Why cover it again?!"
"Shh. It's fine."
"I'm scared... Can't you do it looking at my face? Please?"
"No. This is more stimulating."
I held the phone in one hand and hit record again.
The red dot blinked back to life.
The screen captured a blonde magical girl, eyes blindfolded by the mask, trembling on the bed. It screamed sadism, but her face flushed not with fear, but anticipation.
"Na-young."
"Y-yes...?"
"Open your mouth."
"Ah...?"
"Stick out your tongue. Long."
I thrust the lens right up to her lips.
"Nng... l-like this...?"
She hesitantly parted her lips. A red, wet tongue shyly peeked out between them. A blindfolded beauty sticking her tongue out into empty space.
Pure obscenity.
"More. Longer."
"Nngh... th-this far...?"
"Yeah, that's it."
I grinned in satisfaction and lunged, covering her protruding tongue with my lips.
Chuuup... chu... smooch...
"Mmph?! Nngh...!"
My tongue coiled around hers, and her body jolted like it had been shocked.
She sucked back aggressively, tangling with me. The wet, sloppy sounds of saliva mixing filled her mouth, captured raw on the recording.
Slurp... chu... lick... smooch...
"Haa... haa... Counselor... tongue... more, give me more..."
Our lips parted, and she smacked her lips regretfully. They glistened with saliva, twitching.
"So eager."
Keeping the phone steady, I grabbed her leg with my free hand.
Her ankle was bound to the bed frame—she couldn't move her legs freely.
"Now, spread your legs."
"Ah! Nng... w-wait...!"
I seized her knees and yanked them wide apart. Ankles tied, her legs splayed into an M-shape, obscenely frog-like.
"Eek! Too... too wide...!"
"Stay still. It's cute."
Her most private spot fully exposed, defenseless before my eyes and the camera lens. Shame or arousal—either way, her inner thighs quivered.
"Don't look... don't look at it..."
"Not looking? As if you aren't dying to show it off."
I pulled out my cock and pressed it against her dripping entrance.
"Counselor... ngh, hurry... please hurry..."
She bucked her hips impatiently, reason paralyzed by instinct. I didn't tease—thrusting my hips forward in one brutal motion.
Squelch—!
"Ooooh—!? Ngh...!"
A rough plunge. No mercy, just pounding out my lust.
But Kim Na-young screamed not in pain, but ecstasy.
"Haa... ngh... squeeze tight, Lucy."
"Nngh! Ooh... so full... your cock... it's been too long, so full...!"
Her inner walls clamped hotly. Withdrawal symptoms at their peak—her body welcomed my invasion, clinging madly.
I filmed it all without missing a beat: the bound girl with legs spread, howling like a beast to my thrusting hips.
Thud! Thud! Squish!
"Ooh! Oh! Oooh...!"
"Like it? Tied up and getting fucked like this?"
"Y-yes... nng! So good... oppa... oppa...!"
"Say my name. Whose dick is pounding you?"
"Ji... Ji-un... ooh! Teacher Ji-un's... dick... ngh...!"
Thud! Thud! Thud!
I ramped up the pace. The bed creaked; her blonde hair danced wildly on the white pillow.
"Ooooh! Nng! Ah! Ah! Deep! Too deep!"
She thrashed her head side to side, helpless. Bound wrists strained taut. No escape.
Squish, squelch, thud!
"Ooh?! Oooh...!"
Every thrust rocked her body helplessly.
"Ah! Ah! Ahn! Oppa! Teacher! Nng! Deep! Hitting it! Hit it...!"
"Who told you to squeeze like that? Huh? Like you wanna eat me alive."
"No! Nooo! Ngh! My body... it's moving on its own...!"
She shook her head furiously in denial, but her pussy told a different story—inner walls sucking my shaft like a thousand tiny lips.
Schlick, slurp, squish...
Obscene friction sounds filled the room. I checked the phone angle, targeting her slit relentlessly. High-def footage of my cock plunging in and out between her spread labia.
"Here it comes. Squeeze."
"Ah?! Nng! Not yet! Not yet... eek...!"
I gripped her pelvis and slammed deepest, toward her cervix.
Splat! Splat! Thud!
"Kyaaaah! Ah! Ah! Nyaaah! Cumming! Cumming! I'm cuuummiing!!"
Her back arched like a bow. Toes curled; bound ankles pulled taut.
"Oppa! Nng! Teacher! Oooh...!!♡"
Spurt, spuuurt...
Her pussy convulsed, squirting clear fluids wildly.
"Haa... haa... haa..."
She slumped on the bed, eyes glazed, body slick with sweat and juices, thighs still twitching from aftershocks.
But then.
"...Hoo."
Her breathing steadied. Sanity flickered back into her vacant eyes.
"Haa, haa... Counselor...?"
"...What."
"A-are... you done?"
Her voice was drier now.
"Should we... stop then...?"
"Stop?"
"Yeah. I'm good now. Head's clear."
She turned away. Mask hid her eyes, but her lips were set firm.
"You were right... One good release, and that insane anxiety's gone. Weird, huh."
"So?"
"So untie me. You promised."
Not angry—just back to her usual 'Kim Na-young' demeanor.
"I won't report you. It was my choice anyway. You put up with my mess, so maybe I should thank you?"
She let out a self-deprecating chuckle.
"But... no seconds. It was a mistake. Let's call it even."
"......"
Call it even? Irritation twisted my lips. I'd braced for this, but hearing it still boiled my blood.
"You get yours and that's it?"
"Huh? Ah—?!"
I gripped the phone hard and snapped my hips without warning.
Squelch!
"Ah! What the hell! It's over!"
"Who said? I haven't had my fun yet."
"N-no! Stop! Pull out! Now!"
She screamed and writhed. But bound, her only resistance was bucking her hips— which just stimulated me more.
"Th-this is real rape now! Just stop, please?"
"Fine, after you cum once more."
"N-no...!"
I clamped her pelvis with one hand, grinding deep like I was crushing her.
It wasn't just anger. My dick was hot, but my head stayed cool.
I could keep pounding despite her protests because I knew she'd take it. No matter what I did, this bitch would accept it.
She's gonna crave it again anyway.
Stop now, and in hours she'd be wagging her tail, threatening me if I didn't fuck her.
Better to train her properly now.
"This... this is rape! Pull out! You fucking bastard!"
The sweet 'oppa, teacher' whines were gone.
Tears streamed from under the mask, but her mouth spewed filth.
I didn't stop. Gripped her hips harder.
"Rape? How rude."
I pulled back, then slammed in without mercy.
Squelch! Schlick!
"Hngk?! Ah! Ah! You psycho...!"
Her head snapped back. Fresh from orgasm, her walls were swollen tighter, hotter. Every graze made her tremble like an electric shock, transmitting through my hands.
"Mouth says no, but your pussy's welcoming me just fine."
"No! I said no! Ngh! Hurts! It hurts! Pull out!"
"Not hurt—sensitive. You just came."
I shoved the lens between her legs.
Her red labia swallowed and spat my cock in vivid detail on screen.
"Look. Your pussy's chewing my dick."
"Shut up! Shut the fuck up! Ngh! You pervert fuck...!"
She thrashed. Chains rattled on her bound ankles.
"Hoo... your cursing turns me on more."
"Wha...? You trash— ooh?! Ah?!"
I mocked her filth, targeting the spot that made her react before.
Splat! Thud! Squelch!
"Ooooh! Ngh! Hey! You dog— eek! Nng! Ah! Ah!"
Her curses smeared into moans.
"Bark more. Lucy Twinkle."
"Don't call me! My name... ooh! Don't— ngh! Nngh...!"
"Why? Embarrassed a magical girl looks good tied and fucked?"
"I'll kill you... when I get out... you really... oooh! There! Don't stab there!"
She whipped her head wildly. Sweat-soaked blonde strands clung to her messy cheeks.
I upped the speed. Her soaked pussy slid effortlessly along my shaft.
Slap! Slap! Thud! Squelch!
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Crazy! Too fast! Oooh! Brain's... shaking! Ngh!"
"Curse like before."
"You... motherfucker... nng! Ah! Fuck! Too... deep! Oooh...!"
Every curse got blocked by my thrusts. She panted, alternating swears and moans.
"Deep my ass."
"Wha... ngh! What do you mean! Belly! Hits inside! Nyaaah!"
"You're coming down on it."
"Wha...?"
Her mouth gaped mid-moan, face screaming bullshit.
I rotated my hips slow but heavy. My glans tip knocked her deepest spot, the tight cervix.
Tap, squish...
"Eek?! Nng!"
"Feel it? Right here."
"Ah! Ah! There! Hitting! It's hitting!"
"Heard the rumor? Magical girls' cervixes drop for a worthy mate."
"D-don't rub! Ahk, that... internet tabloid shit! You perv! Oooh!"
She shook her head no. Lowbrow rumors from online forums sexualizing magical girls—strong males trigger the womb to descend for better conception odds.
I smirked, focusing on her walls writhing around me.
"Then what's this?"
Gurgle, squelch... schlick...!
"Your womb's dropping wild, gnawing my glans like a baby bird begging food."
"No! Nooo! Ngh! It's just...!"
"Just?"
I rubbed her descended cervix insistently—not forcing, but teasing the door open.
Squelch, squish... grind...
"Kyaaaah! Ah! Ah! Weird! Belly! Tingling so bad!"
"Don't deny. Your body's begging for my seed."
"Crazy... psycho! Why would I want... your cum... oooh! Nng! Ahn!"
Mouth spewed venom, but her hips bucked to my rhythm. Legs bound, no fleeing—yet she shoved back, craving harder.
Same as with Seo-yul unnie, Min-jeong. Once fucked, their wombs drop and cling.
I stopped tapping, pushing bolder. Soft flesh yielded to my glans, almost opening.
"Hnaaaah! Ahn! Ah, the mask...! Don't go deeper!"
So yeah, the rumor was probably true.
Speaking of rumors... there's that one too, right?
The older they get, the further from 'girl,' the more blatant magical girls' instincts become. Online calls it eugenic drive.
Not baseless.
Post-marriage, off-birth-control magical girls' fertility rates were freakishly high.
"You know it now. Twenty-nine. Pretty ripe for a magical girl."
"Fuck... don't talk age... oooh! Ah! Ah!"
"What do they call it online? Right, 'chicken coop.'"
"Kill... I'll kill you... ngh! Nngh...!"
Tears of shame and pleasure poured. But I knew it fueled her womb hotter.
See?
Her pussy entrance spasmed, drooling frothy juices. Red walls clenched desperately, visible.
"Be honest. You want me to cum inside?"
"No... ngh! No! Never...!"
"Liar. Body's honest."
Squelch! Schlick! Smooch...
I gripped her pelvis, grinding her cervix in circles like a mortar.
"Eeeek?! Ah! Ah! There! Don't grind there! I'm! Weird! Nng!"
"Here? Like this chicken-coop stinking spot?"
"Aaaahn! Not chicken coop! Lucy... Lucy's still a girl! Oooh!"
She shook her head. But overstimulation slurred her tongue.
"Girl? With a pussy this ripe."
"Ah! Ah! Nng! Oppa! Teacher! Gonna! Gonna cum again! Eeeek!"
"Don't hold back. Can't run anyway."
I hooked her thigh over my shoulder, slamming deep with my weight. Legs tore wider, her slit protruding obscenely.
Splat! Splat! Thud!
"Kyaaaah! Ah! Ah! Nyaaah! Cumming! Cumming! Oooh...!!♡"
Her body snapped taut like a bowstring. Walls spasmed mercilessly; cervix nibbled my glans.
And finally, me.
I crushed her pelvis, thrusting to wring every drop.
Spurt... spuuuurt... spuuuurt!
Hot semen jetted from my glans, locked to her cervix.
Gurgle... glorp... smooch...
"Haa... haa... fucking perfect."
I savored the afterglow, buried deep, catching my breath. Her walls milked me greedily.
Then slowly, I pulled out.
A pop like uncorking; her entrance gaped. The dam burst—pent-up fluids gushed.
Drip... drriiip... plop, plop...
"Ah... nngh..."
Frothy white cum mixed with clear juices trickled down her perineum into her ass crack. Sheets soaked instantly.
"Damn, look at that load. You ate it all."
"Don't look... nngh..."
Kim Na-young buried her face in the pillow, sobbing. Legs still bound, couldn't close. Forced to display the leaking cum helplessly.
I zoomed the phone in on the messy sight. Her panting pussy regurgitating semen—post-use perfection.
Magical girls recover in hours anyway, right?