The Contract

I was clearly eating the meal Lumia had made for me.... But the status window was updating in real time.

Her arousal level was climbing in real time.

Those fucking bastards.

I wanted to rip apart the ones who'd turned her into this right now. But I had no power at all.

All I had was this status window that had suddenly appeared.

Even a magical girl with superhuman strength could lose. There was never any chance of beating those things to begin with.

Grind.

My teeth ground together, but all I could do was comfort the woman right in front of me.

For the hero who'd sacrificed herself on the front lines for us, was this pathetic life her end? To live every day in torment?

Maybe she could even feel the changes in her own body?

Lumia was shedding tears drop by drop. She couldn't even hold the spoon, just weeping silently.

My favorite Lumia was sitting at the table, crying. She couldn't even make a sound, just tears streaming down.

The star that had shone so brilliantly, the one everyone admired—fallen like this. How could she not despair?

Recalling what had just happened showed just how far she'd plummeted from her radiant past. I walked over to her trembling in agony and knelt down to embrace her.

"It must be... really tough, right?"

I wasn't sure how much my ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠sincere words reached her. But.

"I'll help you. No matter what it takes."

At that moment, the window in front of me refreshed.

What the hell was this?

Submit?

I didn't want that. But a new window appeared naturally.

A new UI opened, just like in a game.

And one thing caught my eye.

Healing.

I pressed that button without hesitation.

Huh?

She was in a state where sex was all she could think about. The situation was extremely dangerous right now.

If this kept up, she might go berserk. She was barely holding on with miracle-like reason, but her arousal kept rising.

A magical girl's power was beyond what any normal human could handle. So.

I had to quench the fire before she lost it. I whispered to Lumia in my arms.

"Do you remember yesterday?"

Lumia's body, trying to pull away from my embrace, flinched and trembled.

"Do you want me to do it like yesterday, maybe?"

I looked into her eyes. Lumia avoided my gaze but didn't deny it. Her flushed face dropped, then she nodded.

"Let's go."

I took Lumia's hand and led her. To the bed with those memories from yesterday.

Even before we got there, my cock was rock hard. Just thinking about doing it with her had it throbbing painfully erect.

"I'll do it my way."

I pulled my pants down halfway and sat on the bed. Then I made Lumia kneel in front of me.

Of course, I couldn't control her with brute force. The power gap was bigger than a child and an adult.

"This is what you wanted."

She stared blankly at my erect cock. Like she was hypnotized.

Then.

Gulp.

She swallowed hard—the sound carried all the way here.

Like the thing in front of her was some delicious fruit. She licked her lips, then buried her face in it.

"Sluuuuurp... haaaaaah."

She shoved her face into my crotch. Right into my cock.

I felt her deeply inhaling breath between them. Her hot exhale brushed over my cock.

"Ngh."

Looking at her platinum blonde hair, I instinctively reached out to stroke it. So pretty.

And.

I wanted to ram it in like yesterday. But I suppressed that urge.

"Cock... ngh."

She gave my cock a light kiss, then slowly—savoring it—took it into her mouth.

Her eyes gradually glazed over. Her fingers naturally started plunging into her pussy.

Reading thoughts wasn't always a good thing. It smells?

Well, I hadn't washed after yesterday... My face flushed with embarrassment. Still, Lumia's delusions didn't stop.

Seeing her lewd delusions made even more blood rush to my cock.

She seemed to crave me grabbing her head and thrusting wildly like yesterday. But...

Guilt surged in. Was it okay to satisfy my desires using her broken state as an excuse?

The hesitation didn't last long.

Call it an excuse if you want. This was all for her healing, ultimately. I looked down at her kneeling beneath me.

I don't know what came over me yesterday, but now, actually grabbing my favorite's head to force it...

The guilt was no joke.

Still.

I grabbed the head timidly sucking my cock. Her soft platinum hair filled my hand. And.

"Glurk?!"

I thrust in. Her pussy walls clenched and squeezed my cock tight.

"Fuck."

Pssshhh pfft.

At least it didn't feel like I was consumed by instinct like yesterday. But.

"Burrrrp."

After holding back so long, I unloaded straight down her throat without mercy.

"Shit." "Gehk glk, grhk."

Desperate not to spill a drop, she milked my cock from deep inside her throat.

Her thoughts fragmented amid the pleasure. But I could clearly see it.

How painful and agonizing it was to gaze at her pathetic self.

She was Korea's top star. The star everyone admired. The hero who protected us all.

Seeing her crumble like this tore my heart apart. So I spoke to her.

"Even this slutty side of you."

No matter how slutty she looked, even if she thought lewd thoughts all day.

"Even this face full of filthy fantasies."

She was beautiful.

"I love it."

And that beauty would never fade. I confessed the feelings I'd harbored for her for so long.

"Thank you for holding out all this time. For protecting our Korea."

I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠could only imagine how much she'd suffered to break this much. I wanted to truly embrace that pain and hurt.

"Even if the world turns its back on you, I'll never betray you."

I couldn't hear her inner voice anymore. Then she convulsed.

She collapsed limply to the floor, her whole body seizing. Her body jerked, her hips bucking wildly. A massive squirt exploded from her pussy, spraying my face.

"Ngh."

Seizure after seizure slammed her head into the floor as her body thrashed.

Her hips lifted high, slammed down, trembled, then shot up again.

"Wha...?"

I worried she might hurt herself badly—it was that severe. As I watched, unsure what to do.

The voice echoing in my head was a sticky, fervent love confession drenched in affection. A string of pure confession words, but steeped in madness and desperation.

"Y-You're... okay..."

I wrapped her up as quickly as I could, moving her from the hard floor to the soft bed.

Even then, the seizure-like symptoms showed no sign of stopping.

I had no idea what to do—I wasn't a doctor, no specialized knowledge.

Call 119? No, I didn't want to see her life ruined more. Besides, a magical girl's body wasn't that fragile.

I tightly hugged her convulsing on the bed. To keep her from thrashing anymore.

I felt the massive power gap—like she could fling me off any second. But I hugged her trembling body with all my strength.

"It's okay."

I held on tight like that. I don't know exactly how long—maybe not even a few dozen minutes?

Finally, it started to subside bit by bit. That's when the floating window nearby caught my eye.

What the hell?

Something huge had appeared? The hopeful part was that her corruption rate had dropped 5%. But.

Master-servant contract. And vaginal manifestation?

New terms I hadn't seen before. Two whole lines.

Anyway, arousal had safely dropped. I thought something bad would happen when it passed 100%, but now it was down to 15%.

I didn't get what was what yet, but this seemed okay. Corruption down too.

Grasping a thread of hope for treatment made me relax, maybe? Fatigue hit me hard.

Can't sleep... Thinking that, I closed my eyes.