The Magical Wand Is Merely a Tool for Union 2
Thud. Thud. The recoil from her hips slamming against my ass made my breasts bounce and jiggle violently.
My ripe nipples brushed against the air with every movement, sending strange, tickling shivers through me. They swelled until they felt like they might burst. My tits felt packed full of raw pleasure.
“I-is it… ngh! Is it all the way in…?”
“No. Half.”
How the hell was this only half?
It definitely felt like I was stuffed completely full inside.
Every time that massive cock pierced through my cervix and drove in and out, it made wet, squelching noises. My face burned with embarrassment at the lewd sound, but my insides only clenched tighter around her shaft.
The curved head of her cock slid in and out of my entrance, poking my womb over and over. Then it stabbed directly into my most sensitive spot.
“Hngh! Haa…! Ahng!”
“Ha, look at you gushing every time I thrust. You like it? You like getting your hole opened up by me?”
“Hu… haa… hik.”
“My personal womb. Hoo.”
She grabbed my narrow waist with both hands in a brutal grip.
My breath shuddered.
I was terrified of how my body was being devoured by the stimulation.
She mercilessly pistoned in and out of my soaking wet folds. A salty, obscene scent rose from both our bodies.
With every piston thrust of that iron-hard cock, pleasure began to overtake the pain and race through me. The fact that my body felt any pleasure from Dayoung filled me with unbearable shame.
“Huk… ugh! S-Soyeon unnie… huu…”
The ruthless pounding of her hips seemed to slow for a moment, only for a slap to come flying at my ass.
Slap!
“Ack!”
“You pathetic little bitch with this sloppy fuckhole—”
The pain felt like my ass was being torn apart. The strength in my legs gave out completely and I collapsed onto the floor.
The moment the massive cock that had been stretching my lower belly pulled out, the pooled juices from my cunt gushed out onto the floor with a loud splash.
“Hey, I’m the one railing you and you’re squirting like a bitch in heat while moaning someone else’s name?”
“I-I don’t know… stop… huk.”
Dayoung’s eyes, dark and sunken, flipped my limp body over in one rough motion. The fluorescent light on the ceiling made me squint.
The instant my back hit the cold tiles with a thud, she dragged me down into a better position to fuck me, then pinned both my thighs down hard and spread my legs wide open.
It was a humiliating, frog-like position.
My pussy was spread obscenely, the hole twitching and winking. Even though my cunt was completely exposed, I could only keep wiping away my tears with the back of my hand.
From my mouth came a messy mix of sobs and moans—I couldn’t even tell which was which anymore.
Dayoung exhaled deeply, then bit down on my swollen, flushed clit.
“Hngh—!”
I arched my spine and let out a frail cry. Without even wiping the tears streaming down my face, I gasped in a hoarse, choked voice like someone on the verge of passing out.
She glanced up at me, then licked the reddened, puffy nub with the tip of her tongue before sucking on it with relentless focus.
Slurp. Schlick. My vision grew hazy and distant as an unfamiliar, dangerous sensation surged up from deep inside my lower abdomen.
Unable to bear the maddening pleasure, I wrapped my legs around her head and twitched my hips weakly. I still couldn’t believe Dayoung was licking my pussy.
I didn’t want her to see how my entire body had flushed red with arousal, so I covered my face with both hands.
“Hands down. Covering your face is cheating.”
Dayoung spoke with her face still buried between my folds, only her eyes looking up. The sight of her face pressed against my cunt felt alien and surreal.
“Haa… Th-this feels weird.”
I lowered my hands and let out a thin, excited breath.
I should hate this.
I should hate this, but the pleasure kept stacking higher and higher and I couldn’t hold back my moans.
I didn’t want to show Dayoung my face, burning red with lust.
Dayoung smirked, the corner of her mouth curling viciously, then shoved her rock-hard cock straight into my dripping wet cunt.
“Huk…!”
Even though I bit my lip hard, the suppressed moan still slipped out.
The enormous cock forced its way through my loosened, soft inner walls and straight into my cervix. I kept slapping at her hands where they pinned my thighs.
She pressed my thighs down even harder, forcing my own hands to pull my knees up to my chest. While holding my folded legs in place, she gripped my hips and fucked me without the slightest mercy.
Thick drops of sweat rolled down my forehead. The wet, obscene sounds truly never stopped.
The atmosphere had grown feverish, hot past the point of stifling.
Her cock scraped every single ridge and fold of my inner walls as it drove deeper. A heavy, aching pressure built in my pelvis and my toes curled tight.
“Ahng, ahng! Hngh—!”
Our joined bodies slapped together perfectly, then pulled apart, over and over.
The feeling of being completely filled made my head spin.
I scratched frantically at her hands with my nails and shook my head like I’d gone insane. She seemed to enjoy my struggling even more.
“Ack! W-what do I do… ngh! Huht!”
“I’ll fuck it all the way to the root for you.”
Dayoung pinned my thighs down with both hands and drove her cock even deeper without restraint.
Slap. Slap. The lewd sounds echoed through the office as glistening red flesh dragged in and out.
Hot white foam bubbled up where our bodies met. My feet, dangling in the air, swung helplessly in time with her thrusts.
“Ahng! I’m gonna cum. Hngh!”
“Fuck. That ruined face of yours is the best part.”
“No…. huk.”
“You really have a habit of saying no, don’t you?”
The violent pounding scrambled my thoughts. My mind was a tangled mess.
Through my tear-blurred vision, deep purple hair filled my sight. In that instant, Soyeon’s image flashed across my mind and the last thread of my sanity finally snapped.
Completely beyond my control, my cunt gushed like a broken fountain, soaking Dayoung’s chest and stomach completely.
My back arched like a bow, hips lifting off the floor. The muscles in my calves trembled violently.
“Haaauu… I-I’m cumming! Ah… ugh…”
“You came by yourself? How selfish.”
“Ah… hu.”
I came, but…
“I’m gonna fill you up, Sujung.”
She kept thrusting to the hilt, the wet slap of flesh against flesh ringing out.
Thud. Thud. Thud. Unable to endure the pleasure, low animalistic groans leaked from my mouth.
My lower belly felt bloated and bubbling, packed full. My eyes had lost focus long ago, clouded and glassy. I didn’t even know what I was looking at.
“So fucking lewd. Is that why Soyeon used to fuck you?”
Saliva dripped from my half-parted lips.
Dayoung looked down at me, completely lost in ecstasy, then stuck her tongue out and spat into my open mouth.
“Swallow.”
In my dazed state, I obeyed and gulped it down.
I had truly been fucked like a dog. My pussy tingled and burned. Juices kept leaking from my hole, forming a sticky puddle on the floor.
“Ack…! Please, stop! Ah, what do I do… what do I do…”
“Stop what? You mean stop squirting all over the place?”
“Huht! Thaaat…”
Dayoung’s long fingers suddenly plunged into my slack, pleasure-drunk mouth.
Ugh, kuhk. Her fingers pressed down hard on my soft tongue, cutting off my air. I tasted salt. The saliva I couldn’t swallow ran down my chin in streams.
Her cock swelled, rubbing against my soft uterine walls.
It was the sign she was about to cum.
She can’t cum inside!
“O-outside…! Uht! Hyang!”
“Just clench harder.”
I begged her to pull out, clawing and scratching at her. But the more she heard my moans, the more violently she pistoned her cock.
My hole tightened like a vice, squeezing her shaft.
Then Dayoung gripped both my ankles tightly and unleashed a hot, thick torrent of magic power directly into my deepest, most sensitive spot.
“Ahht! Ha—ung!”
The sound tore out of me involuntarily.
My limbs shook from the burning heat that filled every inch of me without mercy. A warm, strange fullness flooded my cunt.
Breathing hard, body limp and languid, I could only stare blankly into space.
My mind had gone completely hazy.
Pop. The pressure of the huge rod filling my insides withdrew, and Dayoung let out a long breath.
She glanced down at me collapsed on the floor with cold indifference, then grabbed a wet wipe from the table and casually cleaned the mess off her body.
From my loosened hole, the hot, clumped white fluid flowed down the crack of my ass in thick streams.
So much of it kept gushing out in heavy spurts, forming a small puddle on the floor. My pussy looked like a crime scene of white foam.
“You used that cunt well, Sujung.”
Dayoung gave my thigh a light slap and tossed the used wipe onto my stomach. Was it my imagination, or did she look pleased?
At her words, I covered my eyes with my arm.
The realization that I had let Dayoung fuck me in the very office that once belonged to Kim Soyeon hit me late. It felt like my mood had plummeted off a cliff.
At the same time, the hazy image of myself panting desperately in pleasure floated through my mind.
With complicated feelings swirling inside me, I yanked out more wet wipes and scrubbed myself roughly. I even pushed my fingers inside the tingling hole to scoop out what was left.
Dayoung had already dressed and was watching me clean up.
I wanted to scream at her to stop staring, but I had no strength left.
“Why did you cum inside?”
“Because that feels the best.”
When I glared at her with bloodshot eyes, she simply shrugged lightly.
“From now on, if I cum inside you, don’t you dare spit it out without permission.”
I ignored her.
Dayoung didn’t say anything else.
With a heavy sigh at words that didn’t sound like a bluff, I picked up the panties lying on the floor, but they were soaked through and unwearable.
“Ah. My panties……”
“Can’t wear them, huh. If going commando bothers you, just sit in my room until quitting time. Don’t get yourself reported for nothing.”
“No thanks…”
I glanced at her nervously and threw the wet panties in the trash.
I thought she’d sneer at me for throwing them there, but she stayed surprisingly quiet. Well, even she must have had just enough shame not to push it. Whose fault was this whole mess anyway?
I picked up the dress and coat I’d thrown on the sofa and put them on. The throbbing in my lower body brought a wave of discomfort that made me frown. Without underwear, every brush of fabric against my skin inside the dress felt awkward and obscene.
“Give me your phone.”
“Why?”
“Is it that hard to do what I say the first time? I’ll add my number so when I call, you come running immediately.”
She waved her hand impatiently. I pouted at the way she treated me like an object, hesitated, then handed over my phone. I wanted to get physically away from her as fast as possible.
If it weren’t for the money, I would have thrown my resignation letter in her face and stormed out. How had it come to this?
She tapped at the screen and called her own number.
After confirming the contact, she warned me not to dodge her calls. I answered vaguely with “Yeah, yeah,” then fled back to the office like I was escaping.
I hid behind the partition, sat down, and clutched my temples.
This was already the second time. The second time I’d ended up like this with Kim Dayoung. No—been done like this.
If I just kept my mouth shut, I could endure it because she looked exactly like Soyeon unnie. But every time that face tore me down with low, filthy words, I wanted to cover my ears and run away.
The rumors that Dayoung was lewd and filthy seemed true. I wanted to add that she was vulgar and completely without manners, too.
And on top of that, she came inside me.
I really couldn’t understand it.
The uncomfortable feeling that her mass of magic power was still pooled in my lower belly refused to fade.
I couldn’t figure out why she was doing this to me. As an upper-tier magical girl, she could have any number of better girls than me.
Was this some new form of harassment?
Why me?
Doing something like that in the company from the morning onward.
Kim Dayoung really is a crazy bitch.
All the way back to my desk, people’s eyes kept drifting to my face. Whenever I met anyone’s gaze, I immediately looked down to avoid it. Every time I heard quiet whispering, my heart sank.
Were they talking about me?
Could they have heard the sounds?
No way. They couldn’t have heard. We were on different floors.
Even though I tried to convince myself, it didn’t work. Every small movement of someone’s lips looked like they were talking about me.
I sat at my desk and grabbed the mouse. I hadn’t done anything wrong, yet I sat there like a criminal.
My hands were shaking even though I wasn’t even pressing anything.
No matter how I thought about it, this wasn’t normal. Did she not care about her surroundings at all? Calling someone into the office in the middle of the morning and treating them like that.
Did they recruit magical girls without caring about personality?
Well.
The mascot had been the problem from the beginning.
When I first awakened, it appeared for only a moment, spouted something about contracts and missions, turned a person into a magical girl, and then acted like we should be grateful—as if we’d won the lottery.
The fluffy, genuinely tiny cat-like creature approached on two legs.
“Ahem. I am the mascot.”
Congratulations.
You have been chosen.
Let’s work hard at our activities.
After that, it was nearly impossible to see its face again. It had zero sense of responsibility. So of course things turned out like this.
Because they have power.
Because they defeat monsters and save people from villains.
Even if they trample over people.
Even if they hold someone’s life in their hands and shake it.
People who wear the name “magical girl” and act like gangsters walk around society, and even when they do things worse than villains, no one stops them.
The world was definitely broken.
I stared at the monitor and bit the inside of my lip. The torn spot stung again. The taste of blood spread across my tongue.
Ah, seriously.
This is worse than villains.
Slapping people—what kind of magical girl does that?
While touching my split lip and swollen cheek, staring holes into the monitor, a voice suddenly spoke.
“Why does your face look like that?”
A face popped up over my shoulder.
“Ah, Sohui.”
It was my friend Park Sohui.
Her black hair tickled my face.