A Lucky Day
Monday morning arrived inexorably, and it was time to head to work.
I still hated going in, but maybe because of what happened yesterday, my heart felt lighter. I rushed out the front door and was about to hop into my car when...
"Oh, hello."
"Um..."
What should I say? If I give my real name, it'll stand out too much. Hell, is it even okay for her to walk around without a mask like that? I was worried, but pointing it out would be overstepping.
Still...
"I'm really sorry and grateful for everything yesterday, in so many ways."
"Ah... no, I was just relieved you're safe. That's all that matters."
Those words were sincere. Lumia Star had vanished without a trace. I'd anxiously scoured the internet every day, but nothing turned up. Time just dragged on helplessly.
"It's not much, but I made this lunchbox for you."
She handed me a bundle wrapped in floral cloth. Wow...
My ultimate fave. A lunchbox handmade by Korea's top magical girl!
I took it with trembling hands.
Inside, tears of gratitude were pouring like a waterfall.
Ugh. I could die without regrets now.
"Thank you so much!"
"Um... can I keep making them for you from now on?"
Her hands fidgeted nervously, her flushed face turning away from my gaze just a bit. It was like something straight out of a teen romance comic invading my reality. One lucky day after another—I couldn't tell if this was a dream anymore.
"O-of course! I don't even know how to repay you."
"Just enjoy it! You're gonna be late—hurry!"
I got into the car with Lumia waving me off. Man, I should've gotten a cooler ride if I'd known. Riding this cheap compact car I bought just to get around wasn't exactly suave. But hey, what can you do?
A fresh-out-of-college salaryman like me can't afford some flashy sedan.
"Have a good day."
"I will!"
It really felt like miracles beyond anything in my life were piling up one after another.
Lunchtime.
The lunchbox Lumia made herself was delicious. Adorable octopus-shaped sausages, neatly rolled omelets, savory seaweed soup stir-fried in sesame oil, and a hamburger steak so juicy even after reheating.
"Ahh. This is the life."
If I married Lumia, could I eat lunches like this every day? Eating her handmade lunchboxes, coming home to her welcome...
I'd happily go to work every day for life. Even into my 60s? Nah, 80s—dragging myself in like a slave.
The guy next door had left. I'd given him the lunchbox I'd prepared for his commute.
Was it because I forced myself into these clothes?
My head felt fuzzy, my pussy soaking wet.
I was going insane.
This body, remodeled for hyper sensitivity, was in heat and desperate. To suppress it, to see him off looking normal, I'd popped who-knows-how-many stabilizers.
Now the side effects hit—sexual desire overwhelming, impossible to resist.
"Nghk."
My fingers slipped under my panties.
Desperation. A aching wish for a cock to pound my pussy. My brain, pickled by the rewards of sex's pleasure despite still having my hymen, couldn't think straight.
My dopamine reward system was thoroughly broken.
So this isn't my fault. Anyone would cave.
Squelch squelch.
"Nngh..."
I stifled my moans echoing in the quiet room. Even though no one was next door.
Someone else might hear...
"Hng..."
My whole body shuddered. Hips bucked as I squirted.
Spurt.
The scattered squirt soaked the bed dark. I steadied my quivering hips, catching my breath.
"Hah... haah... hah..."
I buried my face in the pillow that nameless man had used, its scent now faint.
"I like you."
I confessed.
I didn't know who he was. But from that moment waking in the same bed, it was love at first sight.
"Hng."
All day, thoughts of him. Nothing else.
Like a girl in puberty, but far more lewd and sticky... I sniffed the pillow's lingering scent.
His manly smell pierced my nose. An intoxicating aroma that tormented a bitch in heat.
"Nngh..."
Sniffing it, fingering my pussy, lost in fantasy.
I want him to use me like an object, ravage me freely.
Pound my pussy mercilessly with his cock, wreck my insides, maul my tits roughly.
Helpless in the grip of a beastly man, trembling, drowning in waves of pleasure without resistance.
"Haaahng."
Fantasy. Vile, filthy desires swirling relentlessly in my mind.
In the shower with him... or during morning sex... him choking my throat, controlling even my breath. Me pathetically spread out, squirting endlessly.
Spurt spurt.
With those fantasies.
Squelch squelch.
Stirring my hot, tight pussy depths emptily.
Craving the fullness that wouldn't return, the pleasure.
Aaah...
"Nngggk."
Light climaxes now and then. Each time, his sleeping face flashed in my mind.
I love you. I like you.
Splurt.
Pathetically squirting in the feverish room, fantasizing.
I knew I was crazy. Who'd like a slut throwing herself at a nameless stranger?
This heavy love would burden him. So I hid it, cherished it, burned inside.
Suppressing desire bit by bit to live normally.
My broken body rejected it. But I wanted ordinary life with him.
Such dreams were born.
Dreaming those distant reveries, sinking deeper into pleasure's swamp.
Instinctively, my hand moved.
Squelch squelch.
Fingering my already sopping panties. Fantasizing sex with him someday, recalling his cock from yesterday. That addictive smell wouldn't leave my head.
Clinging to its fragments, endless empty confessions.
"I like you."
"I love you."
Denying the unattainable reality, soothing my aching heart with pussy flesh.
Passing time endlessly.
Until my husband—my fantasy husband—got home from work.
My steps home felt lighter than usual. He'd loved the lunchbox—how to repay him?
Grab pizza or chicken? Lame, but better than nothing. And if the chance arose, drinks together... Lost in thoughts, heading home.
Alright, decided. Chicken and beer to loosen up.
At the familiar intersection, chicken in hand, about to get in the car.
Someone grabbed me from behind. A cold wet cloth over my mouth and nose.
"Mmph! Mmmph!!!"
I thrashed instinctively, but it was like being trapped in stone—immovable.
Ah... gotta meet Lumia...
The chicken dropped to the ground from my hand.
Six hours lost in masturbation?
My hips felt wrecked. Clothes that'd been in the way were long discarded.
"Haa..."
But I didn't spend the whole day like before. After six hours, sanity returned. Compared to my first day here, huge progress?
Still, my body couldn't handle going out.
Maybe making lunch daily is fine. Order groceries or delivery?
Grabbed my phone, lay on the bed.
"Ugh... so wet..."
Needed cleaning, but total exhaustion made it tough. Come to think of it, yesterday's soiled sheets and blankets were in the washer... Probably him.
Soaked with all my squirt and juices. He handled them... Oh god.
Peeled off my panties and wrung them—water gushed out.
Staying here would mean catching a cold. Magical girl body or not, weakened as I was, who knows.
Moved to the sofa.
Opened phone, shopping app.
What for lunchbox sides? Grilled mackerel! Nice. And karaage sounds good too.
Shopping, cart filling—sunset turned to dark night.
No sign of next-door guy. Didn't notice at first, but insulation sucks; corridor footsteps carry.
No sound of him yet.
10 PM passed.
Midnight too.
Overtime till late? But... weird.
Even so, past midnight? How black is that company?
Not back by 7 PM either? Past 7? Wait, narrative shift.
Anxiety grew.
Why? Did I scare him off? Looking back, so many insane moments.
Every memory crawling with filthy desire. Even after he left, masturbating to him only.
Not one proud moment.
Haha.
So ashamed I can't face him.
But his eyes weren't disgusted.
Stealing glances at my tits and waist. Recalling his cum in my mouth.
Gulp...
Ah, wet again.
I opened my eyes. Unfamiliar place.
"Who are you?"
"Heresy Inquisitor. Ever heard of us, civilian?"
Word like from a medieval witch trial. Ridiculous. But those eyes weren't normal.
"Han Siwoo, 28, average small company drone, magical girl fan? Fave's Lumia Star? Fun guy."
My info spilled out. What the...
"Your recent community posts... digging deep into failed magical girls, huh."
"What the hell are you!"
Tried twisting up, but legs throbbed.
Ah. Traffic accident for sure... hit by a truck...
Kidnapped? Me? Why? What's the goal?
Cold sweat poured.
Why me? Nothing worth kidnapping an average joe.
But one name circled my mind.
Lumia Star.
The change in my boring life. Had to be connected to her.
"Why'd you kidnap me?"
"Wanna have some fun with big sis?"
Chills everywhere. She licked her lips like savoring prey, crescent eyes fixed on me. A predator eyeing herbivore meat.