The Move-In and the Magical Girl Disappearance
Even rumors of a magical girl disappearance were circulating because posts weren't going up.
"Why hasn't anything been posted on her account?"
Lumia Star. She was a magical girl who'd once topped the Korean magical girl rankings, drawing massive popularity.
She'd been pushed down the ranks a bit now, but to me, she was still number one.
I turned on my phone and opened the gallery.
About five posts a day... Back when it was booming, there'd be over a hundred.
The one about spotting her in Busan caught my eye, so I clicked it.
Just your standard bait post.
Lumia hadn't posted on SNS for a month now.
Magical girls were basically the entertainment industry, so their daily lives were public fodder. Stalkers and such cropped up now and then, sure.
But magical girls were superhuman powerhouses beyond normal specs. No real issues arose.
It was accepted like a star's fate.
"Sigh."
Nothing but crap posts regenerating in the gallery. I let out heavy sighs.
Already drained from a listless commute home, this just sapped what little energy I had left.
What the...?
Someone moving into the apartment next door?
The door was open, furniture lined up in the hallway.
Whatever.
I unlocked my door and tossed my bag inside.
Ah, gotta shower.
Lazy.
Habit kicked in—I fired up my phone and scrolled shorts.
2nd Class, yeah, capable.
Lumia was a full 1st Class.
It'd been a while since my favorite magical girl showed up in shorts. No activity meant no algorithm love.
Haa.
A message popped up on my phone.
Ah, shit. Forgot about that.
Back when she was active, I figured she'd reclaim 1st easy. Who'd think she'd ghost for a month?
Haa... My stomach hurts.
No money either. Magical girls were investment bait too, and I'd gone all-in on Lumia futures.
Now liquidated, not even scraps left.
"Life fucking sucks!"
Craving cold beer. But going out's a hassle.
Life.
Should've grabbed some on the way. Tsk.
Clothes still on anyway—quick trip.
Stepping into the hall, a woman I'd never seen stood there. Hat, mask, wrapped up tight. What, some celeb?
Ha, ridiculous. What celeb comes to this rundown dump?
Brushing past—
Blonde hair. Emerald eyes.
Looked just like Lumia. Froze for a sec. Stared into her eyes.
Nah, crazy. No way...
I didn't know where Lumia lived, but I knew her lifestyle. Penthouse queen, stars' lives. SNS familiarized me.
Magical girls: elite frontline soldiers and entertainment pillars. A former Korean #1 wouldn't slum it here.
Just a lookalike.
But blonde? Foreigner?
Felt Korean though.
Whatever, booze time.
Grabbed some from the convenience store, chugged it. Cracked shrimp crackers, booted vids on PC, sipped away.
"Kuh."
Phone out, scrolled Lumia memes.
Saved albums popped up.
Lumia's gone quiet, and my life's gone gray. Gonna ruin everything at this rate.
Drank myself stupid, crashed as-is. Just lie down a bit, then shower...
Woke with a heavy, sticky body.
Ah...
Passed out like that, huh. Happens.
Yeah, it does.
Then, weird noise.
Like...
Moans?
Rundown apartment—floor noise bad, thin walls let neighbor sounds bleed easy.
So this is... next door.
The new neighbor from yesterday.
"Hngggggh."
Sobbing-like moan echoed. Weekend afternoon—what the hell?
Curiosity hit; ear to wall.
"Slurp, smack, sluuuurp."
Sucking sounds. Gagging in between.
"Oek, guk."
Moans leaking too.
"Uuuuugh."
Fuck. What the hell next door?
I use headphones for porn, quiet. Neighbor with zero consideration?
Gotta tell 'em later. Probably clueless about thin walls.
Fair enough if new. Who interferes with home happy time?
Or not happy time? BF?
Sucking sounds suggested not solo.
"Gehk, kek, grrrgh."
Choking agony too. Kinky... damn life.
Some get side chicks while I'm dying alone.
"Hahaaaaaaaah!"
Explosive moan shook the room. Total chaos. Dying of pleasure.
"Heek, hik, heek, hek."
Ragged breaths through wall. How thin are these?
Caught breath a while, then round two. Sound kinda familiar?
Lumia? No, no way. Snap out.
Top Korean magical girl. Billionaire rich, top honors. No way she's jerking off making trash noises in this shithole.
"Smack, sluuuurp, suuuuuck." "Guk, oeeeek, cough cough, uuk."
Hearing it made my face burn. Tell her now? Knock? Thoughts swirled as moans tickled like BGM.
"Grk, guk, uuuugh."
Vulgar, instinctual bitch voice craving pleasure. Eyes-rolled-back ecstasy voice.
Thinking of Lumia-like pale blonde, green eyes, writhing in lust...
Gulp.
Snap out.
Earphones in, tidied the mess. Beer cans, snack crumbs from last night.
Cleaned, showered—still moans from next door.
Whoa...
Stamina nuts. Insane libido?
Didn't look it. Blank face, no emotion when I saw her.
"Phew, planned to kindly explain post-session. This long's a problem."
No other guys on floor, so no biggie. Post to gallery?
Hm, no comments. Didn't expect instant, but.
No choice.
Resort to forbidden tech.
Aw, fuck. Useless lot as always.
No helping it.
Direct approach it was.
Almost three hours now. She'll collapse from exhaustion. Nonstop screaming.
Impressive even.
Sun high in sky.
"Haaaah." "Kyahaaaaah!"
Moans like ASMR.
Lunch, dishes, gallery scrolling—time passed. Sunset lit the room.
And still.
"Hut. Krgh, hngggggh."
Body-twisting climax sounds filling the room.
God. Jesus.
Crazy bitch moved in next door, confirmed.
Quickly dressed, headed over. Time to truth-bomb the all-day wanker.