The Married Woman I Met on a Dating App Was a Former Magical Girl
The married woman I met on a dating app was a former magical girl.
My name is Cayen.
I, once known by such titles as the Demon King’s Fang, Lord of the Black Wolves, and the Beast King, was now scraping by as an illegal immigrant day laborer from another world.
“Here. Good work today. Your day’s wages.”
The reason I had sunk so low began with a desire for merit.
I had pursued the dying Fairy Queen as she fled to another world with her young fairies, intending to present them to the Demon King. In the end I was defeated by a hair’s breadth—beaten by a young human female who had just finished her contract.
A single defeat did not break me. I charged again and again to kill the magical girls contracted to the fairies, yet the Fairy Queen’s cockroach-like fertility made the number of contractors explode by the day. Eventually I gave up and settled in Korea.
With no way back to my original world, I decided to bury my bones here. I took the resident registration card of a man crushed to death beneath collapsed rubble and lived as if it were my own.
Better head home and destroy some fried chicken.
The youngest of the Four Heavenly Kings personally named by the Demon King himself, the vanguard who used to tear enemies apart—now those same hands held no blood, only white cement dust and a grimy envelope containing two hundred thousand won for a day’s work.
Thursday evening.
“This is what sex is, fuck.”
I washed the cement dust and dirt from my sweat-soaked body, and by the time I stepped out, the fried chicken I had ordered was waiting at the door along with beer chilling in the fridge.
“Damn, I’m stuffed.”
I crunched every last bone and cleaned up. With a full stomach, lust began to rise.
Humans. The chicken’s great, but they sure know how to make dirty stuff too.
The creativity and unexpectedness almost nonexistent among demonkind produced works of art that were truly impressive.
But fiction was only fiction. The only way to fully quiet this boiling wildness was to press real flesh together and swallow hot breath.
It was a fairly old dating app, yet the membership kept climbing every day. It was famous for being frequented by human males and females who had nowhere to vent their desires.
Most users were in their thirties or forties, though the occasional twenty-something appeared.
Once I matched with a girl in her twenties. We chatted at a café, the mood heated up, and we went straight to a motel. She told me to shower first. When I came out, a pack of MZ-generation thugs were waiting. I already knew they would barge in while I was washing, so I worked them over just enough, had some fun, and even walked away with extra cash more times than I could count.
In short, it was a honey pot of an app that let me either legally blow off steam or beat humans half to death and take their money. I topped up the mileage whenever I could.
“Time to start.”
This human female. Even after everything I did to her last time, she still hadn’t learned.
She knew my profile well enough to ignore me. A free-sample sausage of a girl who would never let me taste her money or her tits again. Pass.
This type walked a tightrope, sucked out all the juice, then vanished. Pass on her too.
Every refresh drained a little more mileage. I was just thinking of calling it a night and sleeping when—
A selfie of her sitting in a café, white T-shirt clinging tight, jeans hugging her curves.
“Ohh, not bad. Big tits, wide hips, and a plump, juicy ass.”
Common Korean black hair and an ordinary, modest face, yet underneath was a violently erotic body that looked delicious. Early thirties meant the flesh had filled out nicely—perfect for kneading. Most of all, she was close. I hit like immediately.
Ding!
She accepted without a second’s hesitation even though I was male. And that greeting trying to cling to the last edge of her twenties told me she was sensitive about her age.
“Not bad at all.”
Was she this hungry for cock, or was it some log-cabin scheme to harvest my organs? Hard to tell.
Whatever. If she’s cock-hungry, I win. If she’s a log-cabin girl, at least I won’t have to worry about money for a while.
I replied that I would be there quickly since we were close, then hurried to get ready and headed for the neighborhood café.
Through the café window I saw the human female. She looked exactly like her profile photos.
Zero filters. A perfect female specimen. Good. Going in.
The light changed and I strode across, pushing open the café door.
“Welcome.”
The owner’s lifeless greeting. Then my eyes met Sylph’s—the one who had asked to meet first.
“Hello. I’m Chicken Killer, the one you were just talking to.”
“Nice to meet you. I’m Sylph. Ah, please sit here.”
She stood and greeted me brightly, even pulling out a chair for me. I hadn’t expected that.
“Thank you. I’ll order quickly and be right back.”
Not bad. It definitely shouldn’t have been bad.
Yet even though it was the first time I had seen her, a familiar scent lingered. The pheromones mixed with the faint perfume this Sylph woman gave off—I had definitely smelled them somewhere before, but the memory refused to surface.
“We’re closing soon.”
“Sorry? Ah, right.”
A private café in a neighborhood with almost no foot traffic wasn’t going to stay open past nine anyway.
“I must have come too late. They’re already closing.”
“No, I think I called you out too late.”
This was where it began.
If this ripe female said she would contact me next time, I would cleanly give up. If she suggested moving somewhere else, I would play the sucker and see how things developed.
“I feel so bad… I was so thoughtless…”
“It’s fine. We can always meet again next time.”
“I just feel too guilty to send you off like this… Ah, how about a pub?”
I couldn’t read the human female’s mind—raising the hurdle from café to pub. Whether she truly wanted neighborhood friends after moving or was trying to work me, I would find out by going along.
“Sounds good. My throat was just getting dry anyway.”
Whatever danger waited ahead, it was no real danger to me. As long as I could knead those tits and grind my cock between those big ass cheeks, I was confident I could overcome anything that came.
A convenience store near Cayen’s one-room villa.
“…It’s not even ten yet and everything’s already closed.”
“This neighborhood doesn’t get much traffic.”
After wandering the streets after the café closed, Cayen and Sylph finally sat at an outdoor table in front of a convenience store, sipping canned beer.
“When did you move here, Sylph?”
“I sent my things a week ago because of a transfer. Yesterday was my first day actually arriving in G-City.”
“That explains it. Locals around here usually take a taxi to other neighborhoods.”
“Ah, if you knew, you should have told me…”
When Sylph grumbled, Cayen joked that that was exactly why he had paid for all the convenience-store beer himself.
Looking at the slightly pouting Sylph, Cayen smiled softly and said he was happy to make his first friend here.
“I don’t really have friends either. So please take care of me from now on, Sylph.”
“Come on, that’s a lie. You look like the type who has plenty.”
“It’s true. Because of a Gate incident years ago… my friends, my family, all of them…”
“I-I’m sorry… I didn’t mean it that way…”
Cayen fabricated the lie without so much as a blink. Among the methods for capturing women’s attention, claiming that parents, siblings, and friends had all been lost in a Gate accident worked every single time—drawing out maternal pity based on sympathy.
“It’s fine. It’s already in the past. Still, becoming a complete orphan in middle school… that was when I first understood what it felt like to be left alone in the world.”
But that was as far as he went. Any more pitiful story risked flipping maternal pity into something that put him on the back foot. Cayen timed it perfectly and held out his beer can.
“Y-you must have had it so hard! Come on, let’s toast to today’s meeting!”
The crisp clink of aluminum rang out, and the cold beer washed cleanly down both their throats.
“So young and all alone… must have been rough. Actually, when I was as fresh and green as you… ah, sorry. I slipped into casual speech without realizing.”
“It’s fine. I’m generous with pretty people.”
“What? Oh my, look at this kid… suddenly…”
Sylph was flustered by Cayen’s compliment, yet the corners of her lips twitched as if fighting a smile.
“Calling you Sylph-ssi feels a bit stiff, so I’ll call you Noona. Sylph Noona.”
“Sure. Call me whatever you like.”
Cayen licked his mental chops while staring at the violently erotic body hidden beneath Sylph’s ordinary face. The strange scent that had been teasing his nose still refused to identify itself, but it didn’t matter much right now.
Cayen had set his trap—planting maternal feelings into the lonely heart of a female far from home. As they shared ordinary human stories and empathy, the presence called Cayen grew larger and larger inside Sylph’s heart.
“Shall we stop here for today? I have work tomorrow.”
“…Ah, time flew by.”
“Today isn’t the only day.”
Even while clearing the outdoor table, Sylph couldn’t hide her reluctance and kept glancing at Cayen.
“This neighborhood’s security isn’t great, so let me walk you home.”
“It’s fine. You said your place is right here. Noona can go alone.”
When Cayen finished recycling and naturally offered to walk her, Sylph waved her hands, saying it wasn’t necessary.
“Honestly, I just don’t want to part like this. Let me walk you, Noona.”
Sylph hesitated, insisting she was fine, but when Cayen stepped ahead first with a look that said they were going, she closed her mouth as if yielding and quietly fell into step beside him.
“Do you like fried chicken?”
“Yes. I used to eat it a lot with Mom and Dad when I was little. That’s why I always put ‘chicken’ in any nickname I make.”
Whenever it seemed she might forget, Cayen gently tugged on the maternal trap he had planted in her heart.
“I see… My husband likes chicken too… Ah!”
Sylph clapped a hand over her mouth as if she had just made a terrible slip.
“Sorry. I wasn’t trying to hide it…”
Cayen simply blinked with an innocent expression, as if he had no idea. To him, whether the other party had a spouse or not mattered very little. A demonkin far removed from human morality or chastity—if anything, the wicked thrill of freely groping a female who already belonged to someone else only excited him more.
“More importantly, it must be hard being separated from your husband.”
“Well, yeah. He’s on overseas assignment, so…”
“How long have you been married?”
“Today’s one day past our two-year anniversary… and that man hasn’t even called once.”
Bitterness and anger colored Sylph’s muttered complaint. Cayen tossed out a gentle consolation.
“I feel bad now. Even if a day has passed, on your anniversary you ended up with me…”
“No. Chicken, why are you apologizing? Honestly, the day we came back from our honeymoon he just up and left for his overseas post.”
Perhaps because she was pouring out the resentment she had bottled up toward her husband to a younger man she had just met through a dating app, Sylph’s grievances about her husband came flooding out. Cayen matched her carefully, walking the tightrope of appropriate responses.
Encouraged by his perfect reactions, Sylph explained at length how lonely it had been living alone in a brand-new apartment, and how a sudden transfer order had let her put the place up for lease and come down here.
“When is your husband coming back?”
“He said about four years. Just thinking about it pisses me off. The day after he left he called and said, ‘It’s for us,’ then hung up. Without discussing it with me even once. Hmph.”
Hearing that the husband in a distant country still had two full years left before returning, Cayen decided that treating tonight as a one-time release of lust would be far too wasteful.
“I was alone too before I met you, Sylph Noona, so please contact me often.”
Cayen completely rewrote the plans he had been laying out in his head.
A married woman left to starve for two years. A wife steeped in the loneliness of an empty bridal chamber, with two more years of complete neglect and no one to mix bodies with ahead of her. The choices such a female could take were not many.
“Thanks. Ah, this is me.”
Sylph pointed to a recently completed officetel in the neighborhood.
“It’s not that far from where I live. Go in safely, Sylph Noona.”
Cayen deliberately mentioned the short distance in passing, waving as he said goodbye.
Yet Sylph stood in front of the officetel entrance, looking flustered and showing no intention of moving. Then her flushed lips moved as she looked straight at Cayen.
“…Hey. Parting like this feels too disappointing. Want to come up to Noona’s place for one more drink?”