The Strange Woman
The sounds had been going on nonstop ever since I stepped out the door. In a way, it was almost impressive.
Wait a second.
What if it wasn't happy time?
I sensed something was off.
No normal person could keep making those sounds for so long without their throat giving out. Without even taking a sip of water. Without eating a bite.
I'd gotten drunk last night and slept in late—woke up around 11 a.m. or so. From then until now, 7 p.m., that was at least eight hours. Maybe more.
"Hah…."
This… didn't make any sense.
One possibility hit me: maybe she left some porn playing on loop and went out?
That was the only explanation that fit. If she'd set it to repeat and stepped out for something urgent, it would make sense. I hadn't listened too closely, but it seemed to have a repeating pattern, with brief pauses in between.
So… she put it on loop, got a call, and just bolted?
My mind raced with wild theories. Whew.
Right. No way she'd been masturbating the whole time. If that was real, she'd be a monster of lust—no, the incarnation of it.
So it had to be a loop. And there was only one way to confirm: ring the doorbell. If the place was empty, no one would answer. The sounds would stop only when she came back later.
First things first—check if anyone's home.
"Hoo…."
Standing at the door, finger hovering over the bell, a million thoughts raced through my head. Should I really do this?
The sounds were still there, faint now. Barely audible unless you really focused, but definitely there.
Yeah.
I steeled myself and pressed it.
Ding-dong~ Ding-dong~
The chime echoed down the hall as I stood there awkwardly.
Would she come out?
Or not?
What if she did? What the hell do I even say?
Oh, right—tell her I can hear the noises.
But could she even answer? What if she fell asleep with the video looping?
Nah, the doorbell would wake her.
The chime faded. The faint moans stopped too.
They definitely stopped. Or… maybe the bell was just too loud, drowning them out?
I leaned in to press my ear to the door—
Click.
The door swung open.
Eh…?
I'd been mid-lean, so I lost my balance, pitching forward into the room.
The first thing I felt was the heat. A blast of scorching warmth hit me.
Then—
Something soft and plush smacked into my face.
"Eh?" "Ngh…."
I twisted just in time to catch myself—no fall.
Or so I thought. Safe? Hardly.
A sharp, tangy scent stabbed my nose.
Sweat mixed with the thick, musky aroma of a woman steeped in it for hours. It assaulted me.
Oh god. I looked up at her face.
Magical Girl Lumia Star. She looked exactly like her.
Her breasts and ass seemed a bit fuller, maybe, but no doubt—it was Lumia.
I'd recognize her anywhere. She was here.
The former pride of Korea, the magical girl who'd once created miracles. Korea's brightest star.
Right in front of me.
After ghosting for a month.
No, snap out of it. She couldn't be here….
Her sloppy clothes clung to her sweat-slicked body, accentuating every lewd curve. Strands of pale blonde hair stuck to her flushed cheeks, stirring primal instincts.
Gulp.
I came to my senses to find my dick rock-hard, straining. I twisted to hide it—
"A man?"
She spoke.
Eh?
What the—?
"Hey?"
It was the voice from beyond the wall. The one that sounded so familiar—like Lumia's.
But… her? In this rundown apartment? Looking this depraved? Moaning like a bitch in heat all day?
No way.
She grabbed my hand as I tried to pull away.
"C-come… in." "Huh?"
She dragged me inside. Into the home of a woman who looked just like my favorite.
The heat filled the whole place.
The bed… oh god….
Stains everywhere—dried and crusted from who-knows-how-many squirtings, fresh ones pooling wetly. Repeated over and over.
And this magical girl—or woman—her eyes burned with raw, insatiable lust. Hornier than anything.
She guided me quietly to the bed.
"Are you… Lumia…?" "Quiet."
She pressed a finger to my lips, silencing me. It was drenched in her juices.
I took in her form slowly.
Her trembling thighs slick with endless transparent nectar. Tears streaking from dilated pupils. Hot breaths escaping in excited pants.
Her bloodshot eyes locked on my bulging crotch.
"Ngh."
Before I could speak, she yanked off my pants. Brutal strength.
I hadn't even lifted my ass—it just slid off.
My throbbing cock sprang free, in all its glory. She stared, mesmerized.
Gulp.
Our swallows echoed. The silence didn't last.
Her face dove toward it. Nose pressed right against the shaft, she inhaled deeply.
Sniiiiif.
Like a junkie hitting the pipe. Eyes fully rolled back in bliss, face buried in my dick.
What the… am I dreaming?
Even that thought crossed my mind.
"Haaaaah…."
Her hot exhale wrapped around my glans, teasing it softly.
"Urgh."
Her glazed eyes stared blankly at the shaft, then she buried her nose again, sniffing deep.
Sniiiiif.
Shaking like she was high on the best drug. Her whole body quivered.
"Khnn, ngh… khrghhh."
Her hands gripped my thighs, trembling mercilessly. Then—
Psheeeeeew!
Hot liquid gushed onto my feet, soaking them. Her pussy squirted like a fountain.
Shiiiit, psht.
The scorching, clear fluid drenched my soles. She came just from smelling my dick?
Fuck.
The noble magical girl I loved most, everyone's shining idol—
Down there, eyes glazed from my cock's scent, squirting like a slut.
Taboo thrill and something indefinable twisted my mind. That hot, tangy-sweet aroma stabbed my brain too.
Not satisfied with sniffing, she gripped my dick, tongue out like it was the tastiest treat.
Was I drunk on the heat? Or lost to lust?
Either way, I wasn't in my right mind.
I grabbed the head of the woman who looked just like the girl I idolized most. Treating her like a stand-in for Lumia ignited my desires.
And I rammed my cock straight down her throat.
"Ghehk?"
The sensation of burying it deep in her gullet was pure ecstasy—eyes rolling back.
What the…
Her throat clenched like a pussy, devouring my dick.
Squeezing tight, slurping greedily.
Her long tongue licked the shaft.
"Fucking insane…."
Staring at those blonde strands around my cock, I wondered.
How much better would it feel to thrust? She'd love it too.
I seized her soaked hair and shoved.
"Ghk, ghehk?"
Deep into her throat—
Pssshiiii!
More hot nectar sprayed my feet.
This crazy… slutty… how sensitive was her throat? Beyond sensitive.
A living onahole, basically.
Insanely hot. A total stranger, my ideal type, my ultimate fave's double—squirting like this.
I could die happy today.
Reason faded; instinct took over.
I gripped her head and started face-fucking her.
"Ghk, glrk, krrghk, ghk."
Pshuk, psst, pshuk, psst.
Every thrust, she squirted in rhythm onto my feet.
I couldn't hold back. Why should I?
I snapped my fraying sanity and gave in fully.
Lifted my foot, stomped down on her sloppy squirting pussy lips.
Squelch, squish.
"Ooghk, ugh."
She clenched my dick hard, reacting perfectly.
"Grhk, ghk, khrghghgh!"
Her body convulsed, writhing in pitiful ecstasy. Her throat rippled.
"Ugh, fuck…."
I came straight down her throat. Not even minutes in.
"Insane…."
Too good. My soul nearly left me; vision blacked out briefly.
Not a succubus, but it felt like my life force was getting sucked out.
Instinctively, I grabbed her head to pull out.
"Grhmmm." "Let… go…."
She wouldn't release. Every tug brought dizzying pleasure crashing over me.
"I'm dying. Fuck…."
I'd always thought death-by-sex was a joke. How does that even happen?
But as life truly hung in the balance—
Jebaaal.
Plop.
My cock popped free. She collapsed to the floor.
"Fuck…."
Dizziness hit hard.