Contact Block—Withdrawal Therapy (5)
Two more days passed.
Screeech—thud.
The moment I opened the motel room door, a wave of heat rushed out, followed by the pungent, unmistakable stench assaulting my nose.
"Haa…."
I rubbed the tip of my nose with the hand holding the bag. In this stuffy, unventilated room, the thick scent of two days' worth of semen mingled heavily with the woman's sweet bodily aroma.
Thank God she's a magical girl.
I muttered to myself as I glanced toward the bed.
If she were a regular person, tied up without washing or using the bathroom for two days, the room would be a disaster.
But magical girls were different.
Whether it was the angels' twisted tastes or for efficiency as biological weapons, awakened magical girls had body structures that diverged wildly from humans.
It wasn't a joke that they could live off dew alone—their digestion and absorption rates were nearly 100%, leaving no waste behind, so they didn't even need to shit.
Which means, for a magical girl, the asshole is basically just a vestigial organ for aesthetics, right?
At that moment, the clink of chains rattled from the bed.
"Mmph! Mmmph!"
Kim Na-young, buried under the blankets, spotted me and struggled to sit up. Her hands and feet were securely bound to the four corners of the bedframe, a white gag stuffed in her mouth.
Just two days ago, she'd glared at me, spewing curses or screaming to be let go.
"Mmph! Mmmpph!"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm here. You been a good girl?"
Now her eyes curved into pretty half-moons.
Like a wife welcoming her husband home from work, or a pet dog thrilled to see its owner—pure delight dripped from her gaze.
I set the convenience store lunchbox and drinks on the bedside table.
"Mmm! Mmph! Mmmpph!"
She nodded vigorously, her tousled golden hair swaying. The blindfold was off, but dark rings lingered around her eyes.
I sat on the edge of the bed and stroked her hair.
"Good girl."
At my touch, she nuzzled into my palm, letting out a nasal whine.
"Hng…♡"
She'd definitely changed. At first, it was all resistance, anger, curses, begging. A total mess.
But despite that initial fight, her body kept going into heat over and over.
The cycles of desire grew stronger and more frequent, and with no other men around, all that dependency funneled straight to me.
'Ah, fuck, not… again… nooo….'
'S-sorry… I-I take back calling it rape, please….'
'Oppa, fuck me, fuck me, yeah?'
At some point, she turned into a perfect little lamb.
This chick was four years older than me, but whatever—Park Min-jeong calls me oppa too!
I reached for the buckle of the gag sealing her mouth. As it came free, ragged breaths burst from her lips.
"Haa… haa… Oppa."
"Yeah."
"Why'd you take so long… I was bored to death."
Kim Na-young pouted, but her voice carried more coquetry than annoyance.
"Brought food 'cause I figured you'd be hungry. Even magical girls get hungry."
"Tch… I was hungrier for you than food."
She licked her lips and looked up at me, eyes glistening wetly.
I chuckled and popped open the lunchbox lid.
"Eat first, then talk."
"Aww, c'mon… Feed me."
She opened her mouth like a baby bird. I picked up some sausage with chopsticks and fed it to her.
Nom nom.
"Good?"
"Yeah. 'Cause it's from you, oppa. Hehe."
Even as she chewed with her cheeks bulging, her eyes never left me. Right now, at least, the Kim Na-young in front of me looked like the happiest woman in the world.
While feeding her, I casually opened the app.
> Desire Intensity: 14% ▼▼
It's really dropped a lot now. Might be able to end treatment today if things go well.
But this was just like a numbed state. Her dopamine was satisfied for the moment, keeping her out of her right mind.
What happens when reason kicks back in?
She'll regret it 100%.
The instant she realizes she'd been locked up by some lowly male supporter, tied like a dog, servicing him day and night—she'd be drowning in shame and rage.
But hey. If I gave a damn about that 'minor' stuff, I wouldn't have started this treatment in the first place.
I've got plenty of footage. Blackmail her with that, and even if she flips out later, she'll have to play nice.
And one more thing.
Sorry, Na-young, but I planned to secure an even ironclad guarantee.
"Na-youngie."
"Yeah?"
"Time to let you loose soon."
"Really?! We going home now?"
Her eyes sparkled. I headed to the bedhead and untied the chain knots.
Clink.
Right hand, then left. Her freed arms flopped limply. Red restraint marks scarred her wrists.
"Ow, it stings…."
She whined, rubbing her wrists, then suddenly lunged to hug my waist.
"Hehe, oppa smells good."
"Probably sweaty."
"Nah, I love it. Sniff sniff… Mixed with my scent, it's even sexier."
She rubbed her face against my chest. The sensation of her naked tits squishing against my clothes was vivid.
I patted her back for a bit, then gripped her shoulders and gently pulled her away.
"Later for that. Got something to do first."
I pulled a pre-prepared document envelope from my bag, along with a pen, and held them out.
"What's this?"
"Counseling completion confirmation."
"Huh?"
Kim Na-young's eyes went wide. A official form popping up in this motel bed, naked, reeking of cum—the disconnect left her stunned.
"Standard procedure for counselors. Proof I provided proper psychological counseling, and you're satisfied with the results."
This was one of the few truths amid my bullshit.
Counselors filled these out to report performance to the association.
"Check 'Very Satisfied' and sign here."
"Mmm… Gotta do it now?"
"Yup. Makes my paperwork easier later."
She grabbed the pen without suspicion. Right now, her brain only registered it as "what oppa wants." No rationality left to scrutinize.
Scribble scribble.
She checked 'Very Satisfied' without hesitation and scrawled her name at the bottom. A magical girl's mana-infused signature was as good as a fingerprint.
"Done?"
"Good girl. Next is this."
"More? Aww, hug me already…."
"Just this, then I will. Gimme your phone."
I handed her the phone from the nightstand.
"Oh! My phone!"
She lit up taking it, but her expression subtly hardened when she unlocked the screen.
Empty notifications. She'd blocked dozens of guys, silencing the once-buzzing messengers.
Normally she'd be biting her nails in anxiety, but now she just shrugged.
"It's so quiet…."
"Disappointed?"
"Nah? Feels refreshing. No annoying dudes bothering me."
She giggled and clung to my arm.
"Just need oppa."
"Exactly. Keep that mindset and post it."
"Huh? Post what?"
"Open SNS."
Kim Na-young puzzledly launched her usual app, Instalk.
"Just one post here."
"What kinda post?"
"Counseling review."
"Ehh? On my Insta? This is just my casual hangout spot…? N-not that I have tons of fans."
A magical girl seeing a counselor wasn't big news. Like any normie going to therapy.
"Na-youngie."
"Yeah…?"
"Show your honest, healthy side. I'm a pro magical girl who manages her inner self too. Solid mental care."
I whispered in her ear, coaxing gently.
"And most importantly, this boosts my rep. Gotta eat, y'know."
"Ah…."
She stared at me. Mentioning my livelihood made her eyes waver.
"Well… if it helps oppa succeed… I'll do it?"
"You're the best, Na-youngie."
I planted a loud kiss on her cheek.
"Hehe…."
Her face melted instantly.
So simple. Felt like her IQ dropped too at some point.
"Alright, type what I say. Photo… yeah, you look happy—selfie time."
She turned on the camera, slyly pulling the blanket to show just her shoulders, and snapped it.
Click.
The face of a woman fresh from sex: tousled hair, flushed cheeks, relaxed eyes. To normals, it'd just look refreshed.
"Cute. Now the caption."
I guided her fingers like they were mine.
"Title… 'Found Peace of Mind After So Long.'"
"Peace of mind…."
Tap tap.
She typed as dictated.
"All done!"
"Yeah. Hit post."
Her thumb pressed 'Share.'
> Post registered.
Perfect.
Now she'd publicly praised me and endorsed my methods. Great promo—and if she tried bitching later, this post would shut her down.
Of course, some might think:
'What if she turns vengeful and stops caring about her image?'
But no chance.
She can't afford not to care about face.
Structural inevitability. Blame the angels.
The moment a magical girl lost angelic approval, she got demoted.
Ever seen talentless bimbos with killer looks get picked as magical girls?
Extreme looks-based hierarchy. With magical girls hitting idol stages these days, the industries flowed similarly.
I smirked in satisfaction and wrapped my arm around her shoulders.
"Hehe… Love oppa…."
Be content knowing your corruption desire is cured.
You forced this villainous treatment on me, after all.