Salvation (1)
Morning light filtered in.
The first thing that caught his eye was Lumia’s face.
She was beautiful.
As he stared at her in a daze, a blue window glowing faintly in the corner of the room demanded his attention, twinkling as if begging to be noticed.
Target:Lumia Star
Race: Magical Girl
Traits: [Aphrodisiac Addiction], [Nerve Amplification], [Vaginal Modification], [Oral Modification], [Anal Modification], [Master-Servant Contract]
Status: [Submission Craving], [Delusion Addiction]
Master-Servant Contract with Han Siwoo
Obedience: 20%
Arousal: 5%
Corruption: 75%
Vaginal Manifestation: 20%
The status window before his eyes showed tremendous improvement. So, did being intimate with me make it better?
Like some kind of biological healing agent from a manga? No way. That was ridiculous—a total fantasy delusion. He must be more exhausted than he thought.
The method to lower Corruption is to raise Obedience.
A response appeared right in front of him, as if it had read his mind.
“What are you?”
I am the Dimensional AI, Kalligo.
Dimensional AI? He’d never heard of such a thing.
“Then what do I need to do to raise her obedience?”
Make target Lumia Star submit her heart to you.
Submit? As if she’d ever do that.
Confirming no current submission state...
Reanalyzing system...
Estimate - Gain the target's trust.
Ha. Right, as if I’d made her submit. She was a magical girl—why would she ever submit to someone like me?
Yesterday...
He exhaled softly. His head had heated up, but he hadn’t lost his mind like before. Maintaining sanity after being doused in aphrodisiacs and drugs was the real anomaly.
“Alright, trust... I’ll give it a shot.” “If I raise her obedience, she can escape these negative states, right?”
These states can be adjusted at any time by the master, Han Siwoo. They are ideal for use as carrot and stick.
Carrot and stick? Like treating her like an animal. He had no intention of trampling the pride of a magical girl.
“So she can escape them?”
Yes.
“Good. Got it.”
Now he had a goal. A clear one.
For a life that had been drifting aimlessly, it felt like a star had risen in the sky.
Gaining her trust. That was his first objective.
With her trust, he’d restore her to her original self.
And give her back her everyday life.
He wasn’t sure if she wanted to return to being a magical girl.
But if she did, he believed she could be number one in Korea—no, the world.
So...
How could he earn Lumia’s trust?
Uh, um...
He’d barely had any luck with women his whole life—what did he know? From boys’ middle school to boys’ high school to a university crawling with guys.
How was someone like him supposed to know how to win a woman’s trust?
No clue!
“Any methods?”
Torture, memory alteration, body modification, mental reprogramming, common sense alteration, vaginal engraving, slave contract, and various other methods exist.
All of them utterly useless! Completely worthless.
He shoved the blue window away with his hand, and it scattered into nothingness.
He turned to Lumia, sleeping soundly beside him.
Waking up face-to-face like this might not be great for either of them. Especially after last night’s frenzy. She probably needed time to collect herself.
He slipped quietly out of bed.
His whole body felt sticky. No surprise after using it so much.
He headed to the shower, rinsed off the grime, and stepped out.
Then to the kitchen. That lunch she’d made yesterday had been delicious.
What to make? Did he even have proper ingredients?
Rummaging through the fridge, he found some leftover pork neck and cabbage. Hmm...
He wanted to serve her something properly cooked.
It had been ages since he’d felt like showing off his skills. Maybe because it was the first meal for someone he cared about.
Hmm...
Donburi it was. Shred the cabbage thin, soak it in water.
Slice the pork long, coat in starch water, and deep-fry.
Fry the pork in a soy sauce base with a splash of mirin, garlic, green onion, and ginger. Done.
Soy sauce sweet-and-sour pork donburi, complete.
The name was a bit iffy, but whatever. Rice was ready too.
As he finished prepping, the door creaked open. There was Lumia, shuffling out awkwardly.
“Uh... good morning?”
Her damp hair made her look sensually alluring. There must be a shower in the back room—she’d probably washed up.
“You’re up?”
“Y-yeah...”
Her voice was timid, crawling. Memories of last night must be surfacing.
She couldn’t even meet his eyes properly. Her cuteness bolstered his confidence instead.
“Come sit here. Let’s have breakfast together.”
“Th-thank you...”
Her voice was barely a whisper. He scooped steaming rice, topped it with the ingredients, and set it before her. Grabbed some kimchi from the fridge, added spoons.
She fidgeted, unable to pick up her spoon. Something felt off.
“Is there something you can’t eat?”
Allergies or something? As far as he remembered, Lumia ate everything fine. Still, he asked cautiously, just in case.
“It’s... no, not that...”
She pondered deeply before giving a vague denial. Then, as if resolved, she scooped a big bite and shoved it in.
“Mmph?!”
Her eyes widened, then froze. She looked like she was about to spit it out.
“Is it... bad?”
Tears started streaming down her face.
Why?!
He panicked. Wait, no.
What did I do wrong?
Is my cooking really that awful? If it was, he’d cry too.
Watching Lumia sob uncontrollably, he completely lost it.
As he floundered in confusion, she wiped her tears and spoke in a trembling voice.
“The thing is... I actually couldn’t eat solid food.”
Her words were shocking.
“Wh-what?! If you can’t eat rice, how do you survive?”
“Just... liquid nutrients...”
Good lord. It was worse than he’d imagined. So he’d force-fed rice to someone who couldn’t eat solids?
Haha... Come to think of it, there was that [Oral Modification] trait. He’d been too shortsighted.
“But see? It’s going down now. I can even taste it!”
Tears kept flowing from her感動-filled expression.
“I thought I’d never eat proper rice again in my life.”
Chicken-tear-sized drops kept falling.
“I thought normal meals were gone forever...”
Seeing her stammer in overwhelming emotion, fury boiled within him.
She was crying tears of joy over one spoonful of rice.
Over such a trivial happiness.
Who were they? Beings who devoted and sacrificed themselves for humanity.
Who could have known the horrific price of surviving the battlefield? Unable to even eat properly, forced to eke out a life without normalcy?
He checked her status window again. Descriptors piled on so thick it was hard to even parse.
Aphrodisiac addiction, nerve amplification, oral modification, anal modification, constant arousal—the states made even daily life with a sound mind seem impossible.
He couldn’t let those who sacrificed for humanity meet such a miserable, inhuman end. It was wrong.
He knew the sacrifices magical girls had made. They still burned their bodies for them even now.
For those magical girls, he wanted to restore their everyday lives.
Starting with Lumia Star.
His favorite magical girl. He wanted to give her hope. Give her normalcy.
To do that, he’d use the blue window—the system—that appeared to him.
But he knew he couldn’t do it alone.
So, he’d ask Lumia for her cooperation. First, he had to be honest.
“Lumia, I have a confession! The truth is...”
He explained everything he’d seen to her.
The status window and system.
The master-servant contract between them.
No tricks, no lies—he laid it all bare.
Even the reason her body had improved... this power was likely involved.
“I want to use this power to give you back your normal life. And if you want...”
She was absorbed in his words, listening blankly.
“I want to help you return as a magical girl.”
It was a dream without certainty yet. But he wanted to give her hope anyway.
It might sound absurd, dismissed as nonsense.
But.
Understanding how agonizing her life had been—unable to even swallow rice properly—he confessed his heart with utter sincerity.
He’d restore her, by any means.
“So, will you trust me? Even if our past isn’t clean...”
Dragging up the past made him ramble, but his dream was clear.
Restore her daily life. Restore her dreams.
“I’ll make sure you return as Lumia Star.”