31. Submission

Myohwa Serin climaxed spectacularly right in front of me and Lumia Star.

"You crazy bitch! What the hell are you doing to my boyfriend?"

"Heeeugh... hek... hughhh."

Myohwa Serin barely stood on her trembling legs, looking precarious as hell.

"Just wait a sec. Her condition seems really off right now."

"Hoo, got it."

Myohwa Serin caught her breath for a moment before opening her mouth.

"Huu... haa... How did you know I was hiding?"

"Lately, there've been a lot of people gunning for me. So, what, you got a death wish or something?"

Lumia Star glared at her murderously. She'd tried to kill me twice, after all.

But her state was a bit strange. Gone was the sharp, domineering aura from before. It felt like only a submissive, horny bitch remained.

Corruption Rate 100%. And Han Siwoo Complete Subordination.

Could this be...? I recalled something from before. A question I'd ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠asked the system about lowering corruption rates. It said full submission or surrender made treatment possible? Did that just mean corrupting them completely?

Did that mean Myohwa Serin was in a treatable state?

"Wanna take Myohwa Serin back to my place?"

"Huh?"

"Just wanna test something out."

"You know this is the woman who almost killed you, right...?"

"Yeah, I'll explain on the way. You can keep an eye on her, Lumia?"

"Of course. Myohwa Serin-level's nothing."

But looking closer at Myohwa Serin, something pink was leaking from between her panties.

"What's this?"

I tugged it out.

"Ughguuuuh!"

As the pink rotor got yanked free—

Pssshhhhhh! Pshht! Pffft! Splurt!

Liquid sprayed right in my face.

A moment of stunned silence.

"You... you fucking psycho!"

"Spraying your filthy squirt on Siwoo's face."

"Heh... hehk."

Myohwa Serin collapsed with her pussy still splayed open, twitching on the ground.

"Uh... huh?"

A sour, lewd scent filled the air. Lumia hurriedly pulled a handkerchief from her pocket and wiped my face.

"You okay? I didn't expect that crazy slut to—"

I stared at the pink rotor dangling from my hand. Transparent pussy juice stretched from the still-vibrating toy.

I glanced back and forth between the rotor and Myohwa Serin.

She twitched on the ground. How the hell did Myohwa Serin end up like this?

"Let's get her in the car first."

"But it's a sports car—two-seater."

"Trunk then?"

"Perfect!"

Should I be worried about human rights or something? The thought crossed my mind.

But considering what that Myohwa Serin had done, a little rough handling seemed fine. She was a magical girl anyway—no big deal.

As we chatted—

I could hear Myohwa Serin's inner voice now too. So if I stuck her in the trunk and shit went south, I'd know.

We brought Myohwa Serin to my house.

I laid out Myohwa Serin's status window honestly for Lumia. No point hiding anything from her anymore. Better than me agonizing alone.

"So she's fallen to you?"

"Yeah, seems like it..."

Honestly, I hadn't expected this conclusion. But Corruption Rate 100% and fully subordinated to me? No other interpretation.

And Myohwa Serin, listening to it all—

She showed zero reaction.

Well, her head was buzzing inside.

Yeah. She was just accepting it. Like it was obvious.

And entirely—

She was obsessed with getting fucked by me. Not just fucked—getting fucked.

Her sidelong glances and blushing face made my head spin.

Was this really Myohwa Serin? That brutal corpse-fucker?

Wait.

Hadn't her necrophilia title vanished? What was it again? Necrophilia?

Yeah?

"Can I issue commands or something?"

Hmm...

"Then let's lower her arousal level."

"Adjusted it. How do you feel, Myohwa Serin?"

"Huh...? Really refreshed, I guess?"

I could adjust a person's state—maybe even emotions.

This was...

Kinda creepy. Unsettling, even.

Tweaking someone else's feelings this easily? Was it okay to treat people like this?

Myohwa Serin wasn't a good person. Even so, this felt...

"Myohwa Serin, will you do anything I command?"

"Yes! If you give me even a little reward, I'll perform any task diligently."

Her head was still full of filthy thoughts.

Arousal at 0% for sure.

Externally, Myohwa Serin looked calm. Flushed face settled, ragged breaths gone.

Just a normal woman. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠But the form and direction of her thoughts hadn't changed a bit.

Wasn't this just a perfect pawn? The thought slipped in.

Like... using humans like chess pieces?

"Myohwa Serin."

I grabbed her by the hair and yanked her face up. But...

"Yes?"

No anger, no irritation. Just wary eyes and a cowering, tail-tucked submission.

The sight made my head reel. How the hell do I handle this Myohwa Serin?

"Luna Pixie Yuna?"

I felt someone calling my name from afar.

Opening my eyes, the branch chief's face swam hazily into view.

"Huu, ha... heh...?"

Head's foggy. What happened?

I was definitely...

At the hospital.

Groping through the hazy memories. Groping...

Why can't I remember...?

"Ughguuuuuuh."

Sparks in my head.

Something's wrong! Wrong! So wrong!

"Ugh guuuuuh—uuuh."

Body shaking. Electricity down my spine.

Legs trembling.

Pssshiiiiiii!

Huh?

"Ogoooooook."

"Good, you're awake."

Now I saw it. The room filled with dimensional monsters.

"Ch-Chief? Help me... please."

Body's weird. Whole body's itchy. Wanna scratch. But it won't move!

"Oguk guuuuh gaaaaaaaah."

Pshwooooooo!

Head spinning.

"You haven't even lost your virginity yet. It's fine."

The chief said something, but it wouldn't sink in. Felt like tentacles were churning my brain. Kneading it.

"Huu hng."

What the fuck was going on? Vision bleached white, then ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠back, over and over. Like something overwriting me.

"Luna Pixie Yuna."

My name...? That snapped me alert.

"You're an utterly dim-witted magical girl. How about switching sides?"

Serena Nightbloom, the branch chief. She brought a full-length mirror.

And in it—

"Ughk, ugh uuuughguuuuh!!!"

Tentacles. Flesh lumps.

My body, infested all over. Did the chief trick me?

Thinking through the fog. But—

I saw tentacles wriggling in the mirror, sliding down my throat into me.

"Ughk."

"From now on, you won't eat any food."

What?

"You'll become a body that only accepts the grace from Mother."

"Uuuuugh ughk."

Gotta escape. Struggle, but it won't budge. No strength. Gather mana in transform form.

"Ughguuuuh!"

"Don't try to use power. Nothing's possible from inside there anyway."

Normally, I'd rip these tentacles apart easy. Why...?

I'm a 1st Rank magical girl...

Tentacles slither down my throat, into my esophagus.

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Horribly hot and thick things.

Felt them wriggling inside my throat. Disgusting. Hate it. Hate it. Please. No no no, anyone, save me.

Down the esophagus, deeper, deeper. Forcing into the blocked hole, stretching it.

And.

Huh?

Lifelong untouched organs. Heading for my lungs.

And.

Pssshiiiiiiiiii.

Something. Something's entering.

Even without breathing. Lungs inflating. Diaphragm dropping.

My mouth completely blocked.

Deep inside. Something spraying out.

"Uh?"

"Oguguguguguguguguguguguguht!@#$%@#!"

Slurp slurp slurrrp sluuuuuurp!!! My whole body broke.

Pussy and ass.

Clenching wildly on their own.

Toes flexing and curling over and over.

Hips bucking front to back.

"Ugogoooh eeguguguguguht."

Nerves burning up. Brain melting.

Sensations I'd never felt in my life raced through me.

Orgasms stacking on orgasms, dozens, hundreds, thousands deep.

Pshwoooooooo!

My pussy sprayed endless tidal squirt and juices mercilessly, and the tentacles slurped it up greedily.

"Slurpgulp slurp gonna cuuuuum aaaahhh."

Head a total mess. Felt like tentacles were scrambling my brain.

Like.

Newborn. First breath outside.

Thrashing in agony.

"It's okay. Endure it, and a new world will open."