Kidnapping, Imprisonment, Rape
“Wanna have some fun with your big sis here?”
“Fun?”
Suddenly, she shoved me down.
She tore into my clothes. What the hell kind of strength...?
“What the fuck are you doing!?”
I twisted my body, trying to fight back, but a fist came flying straight at my gut.
“Urk... guh, you psycho...”
My clothes were shredded like paper, scattering everywhere.
“No marks on the body, huh.”
She gazed down at my now-naked form, appraising it like a piece of meat.
“Body's pretty solid, though.”
“What the hell do you want?”
“Alright, time for the first test.”
Her hand trailed over my body. The cold touch of her fingers made me flinch instinctively.
“What the fuck are you doing, you... you whore!”
“Hah? Whore...? Pfft, pfuhuhu, puhahahahaha!”
Watching her burst into mad laughter sent a chill of genuine fear through me.
“It's fine. From now on, you're just a horny mutt in heat for this whore.”
My hands were suddenly free. Did she think I'd try to jump her?
Crazy bitch. Her ego was off the charts.
I had to run. The moment I tried, a blue window popped up in front of my eyes.
Target: Myohwa Seorin
Race: Magical Girl
Traits: [Necrophilia], [Vengeful Ghost], [Sadism], [Corpse Fucker], [Sadist], [Anal Modification], [Vaginal Modification], [Cognitive Alteration]
Status: [Drug Addiction], [Corpse Arousal], [Hatred], [Revenge], [Conquest Desire]
Arousal: 15%
Corruption: 45%
One phrase jumped out at me. Necrophilia?
That corpse-fucking shit I'd only heard about? Fuck.
I'm screwed.
Alarms blared in my head. Run... run!
“Checkmate. That's the last one.”
I was just starting to rise from the chair when icy water poured over my head.
“Gah! Pfft, sputter.”
I looked like a drowned rat.
“That's an aphrodisiac. Fast-acting, absorbs right through the skin.”
You crazy bitch? I could feel my dick stiffening down there.
“Haha, yeah. That's it.”
“You know? I'm not a whore. I'm a virgin.”
My cock twitched at those words.
“Pfft, men are so funny.”
“This is just the drugs...!”
“But I don't have a hymen? So why am I still a virgin?”
“What the fuck are you...”
“Think about it hard before you die. Give me the right answer, and who knows? I might let you live.”
The psycho bitch suddenly stripped off her panties and shoved them into my mouth.
“Mmph?!”
“Think real hard. I've never been with a man. My body's not made for it properly.”
What the hell was she talking about? No hymen but still a virgin?
I'd heard some women are born without one. But the way she was leading... that didn't seem right.
What was she getting at?
No hymen but a virgin? What bullshit...
Wait. This crazy bitch couldn't mean...?
A word flashed in my mind. Necrophilia.
Her trait. Necrophilia.
And the image that came with it. Corpse fucker.
The biological quirk that enabled it.
Post-mortem priapism.
Humans get rigor mortis after death, and one effect can be an erection.
Fuck.
I'm fucked. Totally fucked. Really fucked.
This deranged whore was gonna kill me and use my rigor mortis dick.
Turn me into a living dildo, basically. Dead dildo.
She was insane. Utterly batshit.
That's why she claimed to be a virgin. She'd busted her own hymen with a corpse dick, so she was still "pure" in her twisted head?
My head hurt. It fucking throbbed.
Shit. That ain't a virgin!
“Mmph! Mmmph mmm!”
I thrashed like a madman.
“Gurk?”
A collar was around my neck. It must've been there from the start. No chance of escape.
Against a magical girl with her strength. Collared like a dog—could I even run?
Ha...
Guess that's why my life had been so lucky. Too lucky, even.
This is how it ends.
“It's not just the aphrodisiac. Got drug components mixed in too. Soon, you'll lose everything but instinct and turn into a beast.”
Crazy... I had to shake it off.
“Mmmph mmph mm!”
“Hnn...”
A lewd breath tickled my ear. Hot, feverish.
Thinking back, she'd gotten splashed too while pinning me down.
“You got hit by that liquid too, right?”
“Someone like me, who's in heat 24/7? It'll hit you way harder.”
“Fuck...”
She smiled so casually—it didn't seem like a lie.
But... fighting back here meant death.
That option in her status. Necrophilia. I could vividly picture her killing and raping me.
“Go on, resist all you want.”
She approached slowly, yanking the collar taut.
“Kgh?”
Then she pulled me toward her chest.
What the...
“Grk?!”
Her stocking-clad foot gripped my dick.
“Mmmph!?”
Electricity shot through my whole body.
“No rush, baby. Want some milkies?”
Pinned under her lower abdomen, I could only gasp and pant.
The rough texture of her stockings grazed my glans, squeezing and stroking upward.
“Ughhh.”
Sparks exploded in my brain. My hips bucked on their own.
Fuck.
Shudder shudder
I came pathetically on her foot. In under a minute.
This couldn't be happening...
My head swam in a haze.
Suddenly, I saw myself rubbing my dick against her stocking.
Fuck, stop! Don't! You'll die.
Really die.
But.
“Hrrk?”
She didn't care that I'd cum. Didn't give a shit.
Shhhhk
Her stocking scraped over my glans again. I flailed desperately to survive.
But all I could do was writhe under her breasts.
Shudder
“Can't hold it for a virgin and shoot your pathetic load?”
Her sultry, ticklish whisper clawed at my whole body.
You crazy bitch, you drugged me... grrrk?!
“Open your mouth. Or I'll kill you right here.”
Kill me. Survival instinct kicked in at those words—my dick got even harder. I opened my mouth unconsciously.
Then.
Spit
Her thick saliva dripped in.
Disgusting.
It should be disgusting.
But her fairy-like, beautiful whisper in my ear... the content was pure filth.
“Swallow.”
It was vile, filthy... but it tasted good. Sweet.
Like jasmine.
It's the drugs. All the drugs' fault.
I chanted that like a mantra to hold on.
“What causes death by ecstasy? How do you make it happen?”
She yanked the collar, pulling me into a crushing hug with one arm.
“Mmph!!”
Couldn't even breathe. My foggy brain screamed for air to survive.
But her tits smothered me.
“Wanna live? Wanna fuck?”
Her voice filtered through my blurring vision, sounding sweeter now. Heat infused her once-cold tone, tickling my brain.
Instinct started dominating my fading mind.
“Wanna grope these tits?”
Squish 'em. Mash 'em however I want.
That thought hit just before I blacked out.
“Pfuh ha hah hnnng...”
The bitch finally let go. I nearly died.
“Haa haaa...”
My brain guzzled the sudden oxygen, outputting nothing but survive.
She pulled away, sat back in the chair, and stared at me.
“Know what else death by ecstasy means?”
She slowly wrapped both feet around my dick.
“Mmph!!”
“The best sex of your life. That's the other way to say it.”
Best sex ever? Normally I'd recoil in horror from this psycho.
But soaked in drugs and aphrodisiacs...
I wanted it.
Best sex of my life. How good would pleasure that intense feel? Even if it killed me.
She lifted her skirt. A pristine pussy came into view.
No panties in the way—they were stuffed in my mouth.
And that pussy trailed thin strings of clear nectar. Threads of it bridged her thighs.
She spread her labia with two fingers.
Fuck me?
“Ugh...!”
Fuck her. Till tears stream down that face. Slam my dick in.
“Huu hnn.”
Pink folds spread before me. Couldn't look away.
Like magnets holding my eyes.
Fuck her.
Clear nectar welled up from those red-pink folds.
“Come closer. Get a better look.”
She yanked the collar. My face slammed into the sofa.
I lifted my head. Pussy lips quivered right in my face.
“Your hands are free. Don't you wanna fuck?”
Schlick.
Right there. Her fingers stirred her folds. In and out. Nectar strung like spider silk.
“Hnnht.”
I stared blankly.
“My pussy's starving, begging like this?”
“Huu huff...”
Those pink lips quivered, craving cock. Begging to be filled.
“Just shove it in. Ruin my pussy with your lust.”
Devil's whisper in my ear.
I knew. I knew, but...
Her nectar-slick fingers slid into my mouth, probing my teeth, my tongue.
“Guhk.”
“Just jump me, you gutless trash. Girl's spreading this wide and you still can't fuck?”
Shouldn't taste sweet. But it did. All the drugs. Yeah.
The sweetness made me dizzier.
“No live cock's ever been in this pussy. Wanna test it?”
Those glossy lips spewed pathetic taunts.
Wanna shut that mouth. Ravage it till she can't talk.
Slam her head to the ground. Plug that arrogant hole. Pound her sloppy, nectar-gushing pussy raw.
The thoughts flooded in, consuming me.
“Huu huff...”
Thrust up and fuck her now.
But hold back. Those two urges clashed in my head.
“Haa, even without infection, you'd jump me at this point.”
She gripped my precum-soaked dick.
“Ugh.”
“No urge to crush these hot, swollen lips and rape me senseless?”
Her slick fingers naturally stroked down my shaft.
My eyes stayed glued to her twitching pussy.
Just ram into that drooling slit. Thoughts of pounding overwhelmed me. Maybe cum hard and die?
Brain was white. No reason left—just instinct.
Feels good. Want more.
I rose from my spot.
My dick naturally bobbed before her eyes.
It twitched desperately.
“Huu.”
She blew on it.
“Urgh.”
Wanna wreck that smug face. Fuck her.
I shoved the bitch. She yielded easily.
Her fingers spread her pussy, taunting me.
“Hurry up and fuck me.”
—BOOM
Something exploded. Cold air rushed in. The wall crumbled, debris flying everywhere.
The woman tensed.
I saw who burst through the wall.
“Lumia Star?”
There she was—Lumia Star, smashing through the wall.
“I came to save you!”
In her usual beautiful, heroic form. Shining brighter than ever.
She appeared. Glanced between us, then spotted the collar around my neck.