Angel
The sun had set, and the evening glow filtered into the room. She opened her eyes on the bed. And there, right in front of her, was a man she'd never seen before.
He's so handsome... His sleeping face, innocent like a baby's, was adorable.
The thought crossed her mind, and then—
This is my bed. Why is there a man here...?
What happened yesterday?
Only then did the events of the previous day flash through her mind like a montage.
Just recalling them made her whole body twist in dizzying vertigo. Her last memory was of this man shielding her writhing body with his own. And then they'd collapsed together.
"Ah... ugh..."
Embarrassment crashed over her like a tidal wave. Please, let this be a dream—someone smash my head with a hammer!
But she knew better than anyone that it couldn't be a dream.
She examined the man closely. He slept soundly, looking utterly harmless. Cute, even. Handsome. Was she seeing him through rose-colored glasses?
She stared at his face blankly, losing track of time, when she felt him stirring.
He twisted a little, then rubbed his eyes. Lacking the courage to face him, she quickly shut her eyes and pretended to sleep. It felt like being a little kid playing hide-and-seek with her hands over her face.
She sensed his movements.
"Oh, my god, what the hell did I do yesterday..."
From the way the bed shifted, he must have sat up. She was dying of curiosity but couldn't open her eyes.
He seemed to be looking down at her beside him.
"She's so pretty."
Her heart pounded wildly at his words. Pretty.
She'd heard it her whole life. So often it had grown tiresome.
She'd been a magical girl representing Korea, a star at the top.
"Pretty" was just an obvious accessory. Or so she'd thought.
Now her heart raced like mad. Her body thrilled at the compliment, not knowing what to do with itself.
Her legs rubbed together instinctively. She was terrified he'd hear her thundering heartbeat, terrified of being caught.
Then she felt a sensation on her head. His hand?
His large, warm hand gently stroked her hair, sending pleasant shivers through her.
"Hnn..."
A soft, pleased sound slipped from her lips. His hand paused.
Silence fell.
"I'm sorry I couldn't help. You fought so hard for us..."
Help? I'm a magical girl protecting Korea. I just did my job.
"I want to be your strength, no matter what it takes."
Strength...
"You're not awake anyway, right? Haha... I'll head out first, so rest easy. I'm next door, so come by anytime."
And with that, the man left.
She didn't even know his name. But he knew she was a magical girl. How?
Had he guessed from her face? It felt more like certainty than a guess.
They'd said this apartment was prepared with only women around... A man living right next door?
She opened her eyes at the sound of the front door closing. There, before her, was a small note.
"Soundproofing here's no good, so... please be careful."
Ah...
Her head throbbed the instant she read it.
Her mind sorted the information. First: The man lives next door. Second: No soundproofing. Third: He left a note about it.
From those three facts, the obvious conclusion. Yesterday—weekend yesterday—when she'd just moved in and screamed her throat raw masturbating all day...
All those noises had gone straight to the neighbor's. From sunrise to sunset, she'd been yelling.
Ah. Ahh...
She wanted to punch a pillow right then, but smashing anything here might collapse the whole apartment.
Loss of control happened most in moments like this, when reason slipped. She couldn't vent her frustration, and the pent-up stuffiness drove her mad.
In the end...
There was only one outlet for that frustration.
Lust.
Staring at the spot where he'd lain, feeling his lingering warmth, she plunged her fingers into her pussy.
She buried her face in the pillow he'd used, raised her hips, and fucked herself.
Uht.
Once she started masturbating, she never knew when she'd stop. Unconsciously, she was escaping reality.
She hadn't always been like this. Why did I change like this?
Gazing at her broken self, she began rubbing her clit. Tears flowed at the sight of herself, unable to return to a normal life.
But soon, pleasure surged up her spine, pickling her brain in ecstasy, issuing nothing but stupid commands.
"Uht... ugh..."
It was pathetic. She couldn't retire as a magical girl and live normally now.
Even if she fell for someone she liked, she couldn't date normally. She'd just be a nuisance. Who'd want a burden like this?
The thought made tears surge wildly.
Exploding rage. Unresolvable anger vented on her own pussy.
"Eunggh..."
Her eyes rolled back, her waist arched, and she came.
Staring blankly at the ceiling, she thought.
Ah...
My life's completely over.
She woke in the morning to Lumia Star lying beside her.
Was this a dream? She was truly beautiful.
Her sleeping face was just like an angel's.
I could stare at her lying there forever and never get bored. I was certain.
If I could wake every morning to her face, I'd have no other wishes. She was that stunning.
"She's so pretty."
I was fantasizing wildly, but fantasies were free, right? Yesterday's events were destined to fade like a midsummer night's dream.
Still, she was breathtakingly beautiful. Unconsciously, I stroked her hair.
A sound slipped from her lips.
Was she awake? Stroking a sleeping person was rude.
No, it was rude no matter what. We couldn't treat a magical girl who'd fought for us like this. Besides, I had work prep tomorrow.
"I'm sorry I couldn't help. You fought so hard for us..."
I wanted to say it honestly. Sure, it was what everyone always said, but I hadn't realized she was in such a dire state.
"I want to be your strength, no matter what it takes."
I had no money, no connections, no power—but I'd do my best within my means. Talking to a sleeping person, though.
"You're not awake anyway, right? Haha... I'll head out first, so rest easy. I'm next door, so come by anytime."
Ah, right—that thing before I came over.
I'd come about the soundproofing issue. Leaving like this felt off, so I should leave a note.
Pencil and Post-it were easy to find. I scribbled a quick memo and slipped out the front door.
The golden weekend had passed like a storm.
Haha. The happiest day of my life. Work tomorrow, but I felt invigorated.
First thing back home, I searched: Magical Girl Survivors.
There were magical girls called survivors. They popped up in the news sometimes.
Cases where they miraculously returned alive. Most kept their roles, but severe aftereffects led to retirement.
Survivor Healing Methods.
Magical girls were practically national assets.
Core defense personnel. Why wouldn't the state heal them?
No reason to abandon them.
Healing them by any means was a massive strategic gain.
But searches yielded nothing helpful. If it were easy, it'd already be done.
"Eh, whatever. Time for bed."
Late-night searches turned up zilch. The only lead left... that status window thing?
Whatever. Bedtime.
Magical Girl Association Inspection Division. Within it, a special team.
The Heresy Inquisition team.
They'd received an official directive.
A male individual has made contact with a corrupted magical girl. Investigate and report.
Myohwa Seorin, called the Heresy Inquisition's mad bitch. Per inquisition records, 91 men had died in her office from multiple orgasms. She claimed to be a virgin, but causes of death were clear: death by ecstasy.
Yet her performance topped the charts, so no one blamed her.
"This guy's pretty handsome, huh?"
She scrutinized the man's face and smiled. Men contacting returned magical girls always turned villainous.
Thus, the unit equipped for immediate execution on signs: Heresy Inquisition.
"Hmm. Shall we go by the book first?"
Villains had two traits.
First: Hatred for humanity. Second: Lust for women.
Her mind swirled with ways to kill him beautifully.
As always, she decided: death by rape-induced ecstasy.