The Best Masturbation of My Life
“Uh-heh? Uh-heh-uhh?!”
The kitchen floor was already soaked with her love juices.
What kind of reaction was I supposed to have seeing this? It was the kind of scene that made my brain freeze solid.
As I stared at her in bewilderment, our eyes met again.
The woman's hazy eyes snapped back to focus in an instant, trembling like aspen leaves.
“Th-that... hah-hah.”
Pffft. Pssshhh!
She'd been cooking just fine a moment ago.
But in that split second...
What the hell... I couldn't believe what my eyes were seeing, even though I was seeing it right there.
Next to her, strange letters floated in the air.
Target:Lumia Star
Race: Magical Girl
Traits: [Aphrodisiac Addiction], [Nerve Amplification], [Vaginal Modification], [Oral Modification], [Anal Modification]
Status: [Constant Arousal], [Semen Craving], [Sex Craving], [Submission Craving], [Defeat Craving], [Exposure Craving], [Delusion Addiction], [Masturbation Addiction]
Arousal Level: 95%
Corruption Rate: 99%
Magical Girl? What the hell was I looking at?
No, it had to be a hallucination.
I rubbed my eyes and looked again.
But the text floating in midair didn't change. Lumia Star.
The magical girl I'd been desperately searching for. The one who'd vanished for a whole month.
The magical girl who'd once stood at the pinnacle of Korea, reduced to this state.
Suddenly, it all made sense. Why she'd suddenly gone dark. Why no one mentioned the missing Lumia Star.
Magical girls fought on the front lines for humanity, risking their lives. They could fall into crisis at any moment. And if captured by the enemy, in the worst cases...
They ended up broken, just like Lumia Star right in front of me.
I'd heard most were declared dead.
Because no one who came back ever lived normally again.
“Lumia...?”
“Eh...? Uhh... kkhrrrrghhh.”
Pffft. Pssshhh.
My reunion with Lumia Star... no, our encounter... was the worst.
...Time passed, indescribable time.
Lumia and I sat facing each other at the dining table.
Silence. What should I say? What could I say?
“Ugh...”
A hero who'd once protected Korea, a magical girl who'd fought on the front lines. How do you talk to her after witnessing such disgrace?
Offer comfort? No.
How could I even pretend to understand her pain and suffering? Anything I said would just hurt her more.
Maybe... act like nothing happened? That might be best.
“Let's eat!”
I clasped my hands loudly and picked up my chopsticks. Then I grabbed a piece of pork and popped it in my mouth.
“Whoa, this is delicious!”
I shoveled in a big bite of rice like I was making a show of it. Sometimes, just seeing someone enjoy your home-cooked meal is enough to lift your spirits.
“Dig in. The rice turned out perfect—it's amazing.”
“Ah... okay.”
The worst moment of my life.
And paradoxically...
The best masturbation I'd ever had.
....
I wasn't in my right mind. A man was right next door, and I started masturbating?
The pathetic excuse that it was just going to be quick didn't fly anymore.
The moment our eyes met, the world sparkled.
Goosebumps erupted as I felt his gaze piercing every inch of my body.
My flushed, panting face. My breasts peeking out to the side. My pussy gushing juices. The drops falling onto my panties.
He saw everything—me lost in masturbation.
Shock. Disgust. Arousal.
Those unknowable emotions projected onto me, caressing my body like a lover. His piercing stare made me hurry to pull up my panties and get dressed.
But as I yanked them up, my swollen clit rubbed against the fabric. And with the sink wet, I slipped.
Thud.
I hit the floor and looked up at him.
His eyes followed me intently. My erect clit ground against the panties.
Ah. Ah... Aah...
No.
Why...
Psssh.
Wet juices soaked inside my panties. I frantically shoved them aside. But...
Ah.
“D-don't look?!”
His gaze on my pussy. On the squirting juices. That gaze...
It felt like it was stroking my entire body. My eyes rolled back, my hips shuddered.
Pssshhh. Pfft.
“Stop, no, don't look, please don't loooook! Uuugh?!”
I begged, but his eyes stayed locked on me. Before I knew it, my fingers were plunging into my pussy.
How long did it last? An eternity of pleasure. The best masturbation ever... ended.
It was over.
I wanted to die. Jump off the balcony right now. Crawl into a hole. Even the food waste bin would do—just hide.
I forced my clothes back on and wiped the floor. The man silently brought towels and helped clean up.
...It was agonizing silence, harder to endure than torture.
We finished cleaning and sat at the table naturally. Hellish silence filled the room.
I'm crazy. A total lunatic.
What a fucked-up bitch.
Even soaked in drugs and out of my mind, masturbating after taking nerve dampeners? A mad bitch...
But yesterday's sensations kept replaying in my head. That cock thrusting down my throat.
I tried to think of something else, but it was fixed there.
My mind wouldn't escape that scene. Naturally, this body got aroused. Lust seeped in bit by bit until I snapped to and realized I was drenched again.
I knew it.
I knew, but...
That seeping was so subtle. That wetness so teasingly intense.
I couldn't resist.
This body. This ruined body.
I hated it. Everything I'd built, crumbling overnight.
I hated it all.
I wanted to give up. Live like this forever and die.
Those thoughts brought tears. My escape from self-loathing led to filthy masturbation.
In the end, fingering my pussy numbed me to the brain-piercing pleasure. Sorrow and ecstasy mixed into maddening synergy.
But the emptiness wouldn't fill easily. No...
It just bred deeper cravings. Like quenching thirst with seawater in the open ocean.
That desire. That lust.
I knew it had no end. Knew drinking more only worsened the thirst.
Yet I couldn't refuse.
I'd become a broken human.
While delusions swirled in my head, silence hung over the table. The kind of silence that made me want to die.
I'd shown him all my filthiest sides. Think positively.
If I'd gone next door, been dragged in, raped until I passed out, squeezed dry, and then woke to find him masturbating... how would I react?
My vision blurred.
I'd hurl every insult. Trash. Pervert. Creep.
Haha... I'm hopeless.
And would I eat food cooked by someone like that?
That thought made the situation even dizzier. The puddle of juices on the floor—four towels barely cleaned it. I'd finished cooking before starting, but...
To him, did I look like a crazy bitch jerking off while cooking?
And that food... even I'd avoid it.
What do I say? Tell him to eat first?
The silence broke with the man's voice.
“Let's eat!”
He clasped his hands loudly and picked up his chopsticks. Then grabbed a piece of pork and ate it.
“Whoa, this is delicious!”
He shoveled in rice demonstratively. I stared blankly.
He was eating like he really meant it.
“Dig in. The rice turned out perfect—it's amazing.”
“Ah... okay.”
Not picking up my chopsticks now would make it weirder. So I started eating.
“Ngh.”
As food slid down my throat, I remembered something I'd forgotten.
My throat was a full-on erogenous zone now. In constant arousal like this, even swallowing food was hard.
My hypersensitive nerves stabbed at my brain. The result?
Squirt.
A light orgasm sprayed under the table.
I clamped my mouth shut, forcing it down instead of spitting. But if I stopped eating now...
Ah...
Why am I so stupid? Should've thought from the start. If I don't eat, what will he think?
I had to.
But... I couldn't.
Sensations too intense—eating alone was torture.
The Association's liquid emergency rations existed, but pulling them out now or explaining... weird.
Even with this kindness, I was still so inadequate. Not normal.
Tears welled up. It was unfair.
I'd devoted my whole life. But this fallen self was pathetic.
Even captured by enemies, I endured worse than death to avoid corruption, avoid betrayal. I tried so hard to the end...
Only this ugly self remained. Left alone.
Tears dripped. But I couldn't stop.
Everyone else shone brightly. Only me...
I'd given everything, yet resentment and grief boiled over.
The man suddenly stood.
He came to me, knelt, and hugged me.
“You've been through a lot, haven't you?”
Something in my heart crumbled. Like a dam bursting.
“Ah...”
All that long-suppressed pain felt rewarded. My torment in enemy hands gained meaning.
That horrific time flailing in broken mind, pain, and pleasure. When it ended, what returned was...
Faded me. A life with no future, unable to do anything.
I'd tried so hard. Endured so fiercely.
To not break. Not fall.
That desperate pain felt rewarded. I'd never known warmth like this.
Warmth.
His scent.
As it hit my brain, twisted thoughts resurfaced.
Feels good, but... that cock from before... I want to taste it again. No, you crazy bitch—in this moment? But...
Once the floodgates opened, thoughts wouldn't stop.
They worsened. For a normal guy, just force him...
Ideas I shouldn't entertain.
Drag him to bed, pin him, rape him senseless.
That pleasure... The devil whispered, guiding my hand. Irresistible temptation.
Reason's thread was too thin against boiling lust.
Drag him to bed, crush him under me. That cock, all mine...
I grabbed his hand. This is mine.