How to Be Loved by a Corrupting Witch (1)
In the Instagram post, Lucy Twinkle lay on the bed with a faintly flushed face, smiling softly. Her expression looked languid somewhere, yet oddly refreshed.
"Whoa… Senior Lucy, your skin looks amazing now? Did you get some treatment?"
Yu-bin scrolled down through the post.
"Counseling…?"
Yu-bin's eyes blinked in surprise.
Mental care. Psych counseling.
"Hmm, so magical girls get counseling too, huh."
Counseling, mental care…
Yu-bin rolled the words around in her mouth like candy. Sweet, yet somehow bittersweet.
For ordinary people, counseling might be as natural as visiting a doctor when your heart hurts. But for Yu-bin, who lived hand-to-mouth, it was a luxury.
If my heart hurts, I work my body until I forget.
That was Yu-bin's— no, all poor magical girls' ironclad rule.
But in that moment, Chae Yu-bin thought of one person.
Mom.
Once a glamorous magical girl, now holed up in a dark room corner, staring only at the monitor glow. Could counseling bring her mom back to her old self?
But she quickly shook her head.
No money, what counseling?
Ugh, no more useless thoughts! Time to work, work!
She shoved her phone in her pocket, dusted off her butt, and stood up.
A few hours later, Yu-bin politely received a thick envelope of crisp cash with both hands.
"Here, your pay for today."
"Thank you! You worked hard!"
A habit of gauging the envelope's thickness with her fingertips. The hefty feel in her palm eased the ache in her shoulders from hauling rebar all day.
Yu-bin bowed briskly and left the site.
Thud, thud.
The sun dipped low. Stepping on her long shadow stretching down the alley, Yu-bin headed to the convenience store.
"Chicken today. Mom likes it."
Of course, no brand-name stuff. Just the soggy-battered, end-of-day discount pieces from the store. That was plenty.
I wish she'd eat with me today.
Yu-bin's steps grew heavier. The closer she got to home, the bigger the stone weighing on her chest felt.
Screeech.
She pushed open the rusty gate. The damp mold smell unique to basements stung her nose.
"I'm home."
Hot air rushed out as she opened the front door. Not from the boiler— from the computer tower running all day, warm and stuffy.
Dim living room. Curtains tightly shut, the only light from two monitors on the desk.
Tap, clack clack, click! Flashy keyboard and mouse sounds filled the silence.
"Mom, I'm home."
"Mm…."
The woman at the monitors didn't even turn. Jin Se-hee. Chae Yu-bin's mother, a retired magical girl.
"Heal… heal already! Ugh, tank what the hell…!"
She slammed the mouse on the desk irritably.
"Mom, food? Did you eat?"
"Ramen and snacks… move aside… I'm in a raid…."
Se-hee's state was wretched.
Unwashed hair matted down to her shoulders, snack crumbs at her mouth.
But some things couldn't be hidden.
The youthful beauty unique to magical girls, aging slowly even after years. And the massive breasts straining her pajama top.
Slumped without care, but that overwhelming volume remained. The languid, decadent vibe even added a strange allure.
"Mom, I got paid today. Bought chicken too."
"Leave it there. I'll eat later."
"Let's eat together. It's best hot."
"Argh, seriously! Boss fight right now! Stop talking!"
Se-hee yelled sharply. Yu-bin shut her mouth. Familiar scene.
Parked in that chair 20 out of 24 hours. Minimizing food, sleep, even bathroom breaks, lost in the monitor world.
It's worse since she retired.
After retirement, finances plummeted. They hadn't always lived in this basement. But now….
Yu-bin set the chicken bag on the table and sneaked behind her mom.
How long do we have to live like this?
Debts showed no sign of shrinking. Mom seemed allergic to work, diving deeper into cyber escape.
"Haa…."
Staring at the cooling chicken, Yu-bin pulled out her phone again. Habitual Insta screen.
That post still there.
#PsychCounseling #TeacherJiun
A teacher who heals magical girls… must be amazing, right?
Without much thought, she tapped the tag. Screen shifted to profile load.
"…Huh?"
Yu-bin's eyes widened round.
Mana-Sensitive Psychological Counselor Grade 4 - Jeong Ji-un
The man in the profile pic was the opposite of what Yu-bin imagined.
She'd pictured a kindly white-haired grandpa, or bespectacled intellectual elite….
Instead, he looked like someone you'd hand your wallet to on eye contact.
Suit made him neat, but that innate 'intense' aura couldn't be hidden.
"This guy does psych counseling? Not debt collecting?"
Yu-bin tilted her head, scrolling down. Brief intro below the pic.
Magical girl specialist psych counseling / Syndrome diagnosis & care / Absolute confidentiality guaranteed
I'll balance your weary heart and mana circuit imbalances.
※ First session free
"……!"
Yu-bin's gaze locked on one word.
"Free…?"
Maybe we could try this?
Scroll further: linked reviews from a few people.
Visited for work stress. Was skeptical at first, but it really works. Head feels clear, physical abilities improved too. Teacher's a bit… forceful, but results satisfy. Recommend to civil servant magical girls.
"Whoa…."
Civil servant magical girls were elite, salaried by the state! Five stars from one?
"Forceful side… yeah, matches the face. Tiger-teacher style, huh."
Yu-bin spun positive thoughts. Good medicine tastes bitter; great teachers are strict.
Moreover.
Oh my, Teacher Ji-un opened shop? Congrats~^^ I suffered from stuff piled up from active days, but Teacher cleared it all~. Counseling skills are just… killer. lol Especially that insight stabbing deep! Strong rec for lonely retired sisters. Coming for another 'session' soon~♡
"Even retired ones… could it really fix her?"
Was Mom's state a sickness? Trauma from failures, reality escape, game addiction.
Expert help might improve it?
Nothing to lose. If bad, just leave; if effective…
Mom could come back to normal.
Yu-bin swallowed hard. Fingers trembled. She cautiously tapped 'Send DM' at the top.
Hit send— the '1' vanished instantly.
Bzzz—
House call. Yu-bin clapped.
"How'd he know?"
Dragging Mom out was near impossible.
Entranced, Yu-bin sent the address. Sector 5 slums, basement. Embarrassing, but no time for pride.
Chat ended. Yu-bin clutched her phone to her chest, sighing in relief.
"Yes…!"
Hope glimmered. This teacher might pull Mom from that hellish chair.
The teacher, however, had other aims.
"Ugh, sis. When the hell you changing that weird review?"
Slap! Thud! Squish!
"Aang! Ung! What! I wrote exactly what you wanted…!"
With my thrusts, Han Seo-yul's torso shook helplessly, gripping the bed head. Sweat-soaked bob hair undulated like waves.
I gripped her plump hips tight, grumbling.
"Exactly my ass. 'Strong rec for lonely sisters'? Sounds like host club promo."
Squelch, grind… thud!
"Oook! Ung! Ah! Ah! But… haeuk! It's true! Ung! How can it feel this killer!"
"You said technique was meh before."
"Uuut, that's separate… our chemistry's too good, haang!"
Han Seo-yul arched back, moaning lewdly.
Her gaze fixed ahead— on the six messy monitors. Their glow bathed her heated nudity in blue.
"And… euk! That deep-stabbing insight… ooook! Not a lie, right? Even now… pounding deep like this!"
Well, it hooked one, so decent bite….
"Took two weeks for first client."
Thud! Squish! Thud!
"Aang! Ung! Haa… that's… euk! My fault?!"
Her torso shook with my thrusts. Sweat-matted bob danced.
Her meaty ass clung to my hips unrelentingly.
Slap! Splack! Grind!
"Oook! Ung! Ah! Ah! But… haeuk! Marketing takes time by nature… ung!"
"Still."
I gripped her waist tighter, complaining.
Corruption Desire alteration. Cooldown reset from sheer boredom.
At least a fish bit….
"But Ji-un."
"Hoo… what."
"That… game addiction… ung! Real syndrome?"
Han Seo-yul panted, asking. Eyes glazed in pleasure, but doubt lingered.
Not weird.
Only I knew corruption desire's link to syndrome. Most saw it as mere PTSD.
"Symptoms vary. Escapist cases common."
"Huuung… escape…?"
"Reality sucks. Flee to virtual."
Thud! Thud! Grind!
"Ah! Ah! Ung! Dunno… haang! If you say… ooook! Guess so…!"
"Don't believe?"
"No… euk! Believe! I dooo!"
Sis panted overburdened. No wonder— thickness and length growing steadily.
Result of periodic 'treatment' on Park Min-jeong and Han Seo-yul, absorbing poison qi.
13cm to 15cm. Balls, load, viscosity, stamina— all enhanced.
I twisted hips mischievously, scraping her sensitive spots.
Gurgle… rub… squish!
"Heeik?! Ah! Ah! There! Ung! Don't twist! I! I'm weirding out!"
I ramped up. Bigger tool meant bigger pleasure capacity for her.
"Alright, wish me luck for tomorrow's session."
"Ah! Ah! Got it! Ung! I'll wish! Please… ooook! Cum! Inside meee!!"
Her plea— I squeezed out the final burst without hesitation.
Spurrrrrt…!
"Haa, haa, haa…."
Head clears.
Since deciding that day, I'd been regularly relieving sis's urges.
Not just sex. I needed headspace too.
What I planned wasn't lifesaving therapy— it was corruption.
Villain corp Nebula's premium product. Crafting antisocial superhumans, 'corrupting witches', for delivery.
Simple? No.
First, maintain counselor rep. Second, handle naturally so daughter suspects nothing.
If caught, clinic shuts— or filial magical girl shatters my skull.
Sis would help some….
Dude, why overthink? Just say she got hired.
Hired?
Yeah. Nebula's a clean corp facade. Good benefits, fat salary.
True.
Job there, daughter thinks mom's cured. Nebula has precedents; no nitpicks.
Solid. 'Social rehab program' to Nebula shell company. Family happy: mom employed well, vitalized….
Just do my part.
No worries. No needless pity.
This job makes me Nebula exec.