3. The Masturbation-Addicted Girl
The woman awoke on the cold apartment floor. She was a former magical girl.
But she couldn't accept the reality staring her in the face.
Right before her eyes, on the bed, slept the man she'd raped—a complete stranger.
On a bed stained with blatant traces of her own depravity, no less.
She dredged up yesterday's memories. After the move, her body steeped in aphrodisiacs had overwhelmed her with temptation…
She'd lost all reason, masturbating the entire day.
Then the doorbell rang. She'd barely clung to her sanity and opened the front door.
But there stood a man.
That fragile thread of reason snapped there. Gazing at the man she'd pulled into her embrace, an indescribable surge of emotion had erupted.
And just like that, she'd dragged him inside and raped him. For a magical girl to use her powers on an ordinary person like that… it was utterly humiliating.
Ahh…
What the hell have I done?
"I'm sorry… I'm so sorry."
Even as the words spilled from her lips, she couldn't tear her eyes from the man's cock right in front of her.
It wasn't fully erect, but god, she wanted to shove it in her mouth right now.
Just like yesterday…
That cock pounding relentlessly into her throat flashed vividly in her mind. The endless waves of pleasure. The insatiable fullness that all-day masturbation couldn't satisfy. The swamp of ecstasy that made her reason dissolve into the ether.
She yearned to plunge back into that bliss, but somehow she wrestled back control.
She couldn't rape another innocent here. She was a magical girl.
Humanity's hope.
The one bearing everyone's expectations—she couldn't betray them.
With miraculous self-restraint, she rummaged through the drawer.
She needed her meds. More precisely, a sedative-like drug.
It numbed her to everything, made the world feel infinitely distant, like she was the last soul left in it.
In other words, it granted some immunity to pleasure and let her hold onto her sanity.
Normally, she wouldn't touch it.
Gulp.
No choice. If she didn't swallow this now…
She'd latch onto this stranger's dick and rape him senseless until he passed out again.
If she hadn't blacked out last night amid that storm of ecstasy…
She probably would've kept raping him all through the night.
She couldn't betray her vow to protect humanity.
Her oath to her comrades.
I'm…
A magical girl.
Humanity's hope. Everyone's beacon.
He opened his eyes to an unfamiliar space, nothing like his usual surroundings.
"Where…?"
Rubbing his eyes as he sat up, he took in the feminine room. What the hell? His thoughts ground to a halt in confusion.
"Ugh…?"
A chill breeze grazed his skin.
Cold.
He yanked the nearby blanket over himself, but it was soaked through. And it reeked of something.
"What is this?"
"Ah, ah… ugh… ahh…."
There she was, right in front of him. Pale blonde hair, emerald eyes.
She looked exactly like the magical girl Lumia Star he knew so well. Why was someone like her in the same bed?
Yesterday, clearly…
"Ah…."
A dumb noise escaped his lips. What the hell was he supposed to say?
The woman he'd raped was right there. Anyone in his shoes would look like an idiot, right?
I'm screwed.
He could already picture the headlines tomorrow.
[Man from XX District, XX Neighborhood, XXX breaks into lone woman's home and rapes her.]
Fuck, life's over. As that sank in,
the woman ahead of him carefully lifted the blanket and hurled it into the corner with a thwump.
Eh…? That thing's soaked and heavy—how'd she toss it like that?
Water droplets flew off it, splattering his face from the force.
"Th-that… ah…."
She finally spoke. What would she say? What should he say?
In that suffocating tension, words failed him completely. Then she curled up.
And suddenly dropped into a full bow.
"I'm sorry!"
Out of nowhere? Why?
She was trembling on the floor in front of him. What the hell?
Did she think he was the rapist? Trauma from yesterday making her…
The realization hit like a truck, skin crawling with the weight of his trash-tier actions.
Seeing a woman who looked just like his favorite trembling like that hurt to watch.
"No, no!"
He waved his hands frantically. How to clear this misunderstanding?
No easy answers came. In moments like this, just…
Thud.
He slammed his forehead into the floor hard enough to crack it.
Only then did she lift her head and look at him.
"I'm sorry for what happened yesterday. I have no excuse—even ten mouths couldn't apologize enough! Whatever you do to me, I'll accept it all."
"Whatever I do…?"
Her eyes flashed dangerously for a split second, but she waved it off.
"No, I'm the one who's sorrier. For dragging you home and doing that…."
Fresh air rushed in, making him realize just how stale and humid the room had been. It sharpened his view of this insane reality.
"First, please, sit."
Bowing at each other was comically awkward and uncomfortable.
"Ah, yeah…."
He settled on the sofa in the corner—the cleanest spot around.
Now they faced each other. She's gorgeous.
He thought it every time he saw that face. Stunning.
Looking at her made his heart race like arrhythmia.
"First…."
She started to speak, then stopped. Tried again, then clamped her mouth shut.
Was she scared of him? What the hell had he done to her yesterday…?
"I've committed a mortal sin. Punish me however you want for yesterday—just speak freely, no worries."
"Uh, any punishment…."
He saw her throat bob as she swallowed hard.
"I know full well how disgusting my actions were. So…."
"Th-then… no, no! Snap out of it, you crazy bitch!"
She slapped her own cheek.
"Eh?"
Smack!
"Urgh."
She let out a weird groan, then slapped herself again.
"P-please calm down."
"Sorry. I must've lost it for a second."
With that, silence filled the room again. He hated awkward vibes, so he forced some words out.
"Uh, haha… Eaten breakfast? Wanna grab some food? Or… if you hate the idea of eating with me…."
"Ah, no! Sounds good! Um… let me cook for you. Just wait."
He'd meant going out, but now she offered to cook herself. Backing out felt rude—and like it'd make him look weirder.
"Thanks."
He bowed his head, and she bolted from the room like she was fleeing.
Whew.
Get it together.
Surveying the wrecked room: bras and panties tossed everywhere…
"Ahem…."
And those panties had visible stains on the crotch. His eyes kept drifting there—embarrassing.
Whew.
And his dick kept piping up, insistently.
Is this my fault? She left me alone in this mess—her bad, right?
If he'd been some perv, he'd be sniffing those panties by now.
Whew.
Get it together.
He pushed open the half-shut balcony door and stepped out. Fresh air helped him steady.
"Haa."
His own rundown apartment was visible right next door. What a bizarre twist. Like her earlier self-slap, he smacked his own cheek.
Smack.
"Get it together."
Waiting on the sofa till breakfast was done felt off, so he started tidying.
Back inside from the balcony, the room felt stuffy-hot, laced with sourness, citrus, and peach scents.
First…
He gathered the scattered underwear and clothes into a pile. Wiped the floor with the haphazard towels.
Her juices, probably…
She'd squirted like crazy yesterday. Tempted to sniff, but nah.
Getting caught doing that would tank his image irreparably.
He mopped up the floor puddles with towels, stripped the drenched blanket and sheets. The waterproof mattress cover underneath was miraculously dry.
Huh.
Does she live like this normally? The rude thought flitted by, but he shook it off.
Laundry mountain. He grabbed it carefully and opened the door.
Kitchen view: her stir-frying pork belly.
Apartment layouts like his—laundry spot's limited.
Shoved undies, clothes, bedding into the washer and returned.
Smell dissipated a bit. Felt fresher.
Chilled on the balcony, clearing his head. Maybe help with cooking?
Heading out—
"Urgh…."
In the kitchen, she was masturbating. Their eyes met.
"Ah, y-yes…?"
Time froze.
"Uh…?"
Silence. Then frantic dressing—yanking up panties, reaching for clothes. Her sink-grip hand slipped, slamming her to the floor.
And—
Squirt, splurt, spuuuurt!
"No, stop! Urgh!"
She squirted in the most pathetic pose.
"Eh…?"
Am I dreaming?
Squirt, spuuuurt!
"Guh, urgh, p-pussy—grrruuuh?!!"
Writhing on the floor, legs shaking, squirting nonstop.
"St-stop, pleeeease! Stoooop!!"
Spuuurt, splurt!
Even through her desperate cries, her pussy kept gushing pathetically.
God… holy shit….