Why I Like Magical Sylph
“Why do you like Magical Sylph?”
The situation itself was oddly novel—her asking, with that sly little curl at the corner of her mouth, what I liked about her. About herself.
“People trash her as a fly of a magical girl. Nothing special next to the others. Always running away.”
Magical Sylph suddenly turned the knife on herself, wearing a bitter little smile.
“Whenever a Gate opens, or a fallen magical girl shows up, or some freak or crime syndicate appears, you’re the one who deploys before anyone else.”
“Ah, come on… They say I’m just the stall tactic until the real magical girls arrive. Haha…”
I don’t like this.
The truth was, even among the first generation, I ranked Magical Sylph among the highest. Unlike the magical girls who only sauntered onto the scene after an incident had already exploded—basking in every spotlight as they took their sweet time—she would hit the battlefield at absolute top speed within seconds of a crisis breaking out.
I’d lost to that Magical Sylph again and again, sure. But watching her wilt under the garbage some shut-in losers who’d never risked their lives on a battlefield once in their lives had scribbled online… it pissed me off.
If she was going to ask what I liked about her, she should have kept fishing for compliments with that good mood intact. Seeing her face go gloomy under public opinion grated on my nerves.
“If Magical Sylph hadn’t been there, I’d be dead.”
“Huh?”
“During that Gate accident years ago, I was buried under the rubble of a building. Magical Sylph was the first one who found me.”
“I-is that so?”
The face that had been so dejected a moment ago lit up with surprise, as if she truly had no idea such a thing had happened. I hadn’t said it to comfort her. I’d only wanted to drown the rage boiling up at her for acting like everything she’d done was nothing—drown it in makgeolli.
“To Magical Sylph, I was just one of the countless survivors she saved. That’s all.”
People drowning in despair tend to spit white lies in the name of comfort. This wasn’t one of those.
“But as long as I remember it for the rest of my life, that’s enough.”
It was respect—for the Magical Sylph who had raced in ahead of everyone else to face the version of me whose warrior’s pride had not yet been worn down.
“That’s why, of all the first-generation magical girls, Magical Sylph is the one I like the most.”
“…I see. I’m glad I worked hard, then.”
The bitter smile faded. Magical Sylph seemed to rally; she took a small sip of the makgeolli in her glass.
“S-so… what is it you like about her, exactly?”
“Separate from the fact that she saved my life—her quick response kept the casualties to a minimum. She’s never caused a scandal, she’s got a good personality, she’s polite… and more than anything, she’s beautiful. That’s what I like.”
“I-I’m…! I mean, looking at myself… I don’t think I’m that pretty… Or—am I…?”
This girl was cute. She had a few years on me, but the way she acted was pure little kid.
“Sorry, but she’s my bias.”
“Huh? Uh… y-your bias… Your bias…”
“Come to think of it, she looks a little like you, Noona Hayan.”
The moment I said she resembled her, Magical Sylph nearly jumped out of her skin.
“Then… am I pretty too…?”
“What?”
“Ah, that was going too f—”
“I told you at the start. Did you already forget?”
Calling her pretty even when her main self was jealous of her alt—she looked ready to die of happiness. How long was I going to have to keep this act up? Until I knew the identities of the other magical girls, I’d just have to endure it.
“I like Magical Sylph too, Noona… I just never joined the fan café. Haha.”
Once the conversation had landed on Magical Sylph, I figured I’d naturally slip in the names of the others.
“Magical Prism is still active, right?”
“That unnie is incredible. She’s thirty-three and still…”
“Unnie? You talk like you know her well. And how do you know her age? Magical girls can be any age.”
“Ah, well… the experts estimate it from skin elasticity and body type, haha…!”
Magical Sylph had operated solo for four years, but once the Fairy Queen brat recovered her strength, the lower fairies she spawned multiplied like cockroaches. Later Magical Sylph and Prism had worked as a duo unit, and after that it had settled into a trio system—it still felt like yesterday.
“Thirty-three… that’s older than I thought.”
“Uh, well… pretty much all the first-generation magical girls are in their thirties… I’m still only in my twenties by full age…”
“What? I already know Noona Hayan is in her twenties.”
“O-oh, it’s been so long since I drank makgeolli, my words are getting weird, haha…! S-shall we do a shot? Ah—we’re out. Noona will pour you some right away…!”
Why had she gotten this dumb all of a sudden? A few more questions from someone else and she’d be outed immediately.
Magical Sylph drained the glass she’d filled to the brim and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Her eyes looked strangely heavy with melancholy.
“So, um… the thing is, Noona is actually a magical girl…”
What the fuck? Was she about to confess that she was a magical girl—
“…I-I’ve got a Magical Sylph outfit. Want to see it?”
—or so I’d thought, only for her to throw a curveball that shattered the expectation.
“A cosplay outfit?”
“Y-yeah! That’s right! Last year! For Halloween, with this unnie and little sister I know, we bought them and wore them. It’s a little embarrassing, but…”
“I think it’d look great on you, Noona Hayan.”
“Y… you think so? Noona… would look good in it…?”
I couldn’t understand why Magical Sylph was suddenly offering to show me her own costume. Was this fan service for the one white lie I’d told to cheer her up?
I’d already run my mouth about being a member of the Disciplinary Committee fan café and calling her my bias. Turning her down now would be awkward.
“I’d really love to see it. Is that okay?”
“Y-you’re so serious. All right, just a second. I’ll go get ready…”
Magical Sylph rose from her seat, went into the master bedroom, came back out with a shopping bag, and disappeared into the small room. I heard the lock click.
…Can she undress while transformed?
That shopping bag almost certainly had her Magic Wand in it—but whether she could strip out of a transformed state was another question entirely.
At last the locked door of the small room opened, and Magical Sylph stepped shyly over the threshold.
“S-so? How is it? I-it’s been a while since I put this on…”
There she stood—the first-generation magical girl regalia with its frills and ribbons, and the Magic Wand lengthened into staff form, clutched tightly in both hands.
So undressing out of the outfit is impossible, then.
Back in those days, Magical Sylph had looked every inch a combat fairy—sharp, sleek, built for battle. Now she wore the face of a middle-aged woman who liked magical girls, had been cosplaying alone at home, and just got caught by her husband: completely at a loss.
“W-why aren’t you saying anything? Is it bad…? Why are you suddenly coming closer…? Huh? Wait—Noona said today we wouldn’t—mmph…”
I’d met plenty of married women through dating apps, but among them all—Magical Sylph.
This bitch turned me on the most.
“Suddenly… a kiss—haah—you can’t do this… Today was just supposed to feel like family—mmph…”
I grabbed her face and kissed her straight on. Magical Sylph babbled protests, but both her arms shot out and locked hard around my lower back.
“Y-you… said we wouldn’t… today… mmph…”
Her breathing grew rough; whatever she was mumbling came out as a mess of whimpers. I pulled my hands from the face of Magical Sylph—who had already turned into a total bitch in heat—and groped the ass that was perfect for grinding against, mixing our tongues again.
Her mouth tasted of makgeolli and greasy jeon. Between my fingers, her soft ass filled every gap without a single space left empty.
“Don’t… lick my ear… hnn…”
“Noona got me hard first, so I’m going to fuck you just like this.”
“Today… for real—hnn—you can’t… We don’t even have condoms—hnn—take your hand out already—hnn?!”
I hooked the damp leotard covering her pussy to the side of her outer lips and pushed in. She came just from that, like she loved it.
“Don’t just sit there, Noona. Touch my cock.”
“You can’t—hnn—Noona will… do it with her mouth instead—haah—mmph—at the same time—hnn…”
Her mouth-pussy reeked of alcohol, but her body contradicted every word, rubbing her wet cunt against me like a bitch in heat.
“You’re this soaked and you think you can hold out with just that?”
A few strokes through her pussy and Magical Sylph started batting at my chest, flustered and ashamed.
“Noo… Noona… saying such dirty th—bad—hnn—mmph—haah—more tongue… mix it more… hnn…”
Words and actions were a complete contradiction. I considered handling Magical Sylph roughly—then remembered she was still wearing the magical girl outfit. Before transformation she was a fragile human female; after, her physical abilities jumped to a level that could rival demons.
Even now, the way she was pounding my chest made my skull ring. If I took much more of that I might actually die—but it was time to pin her down so she couldn’t move at all.
I pulled both hands free, stripped my pants off in a flash, seized Magical Sylph’s ass, and lifted her straight up into my arms.
“Noooo… Noona told you not to…! It’s dangerous—mmph—raw… you can’t… hnn…”
I shoved Magical Sylph back against the closed door of the small room, wet the head of my cock on her dripping pussy, and drove straight in.
“You can’t—aah—I’ll get pregnant—hnn—this isn’t—haah—so deep!! Ahn! Hnn!!”
Is it because her body temperature is high? Her pussy is so fucking well-cooked.
And Magical Sylph, who had been saying no with her mouth, wrapped her arms and legs around my neck and waist and just sobbed and wailed.
“If you jab there… I don’t like it… If you keep jabbing so obsessively… I’m—I’m gonna come—hnn!!”
I felt the strength in the arms and legs locked around my neck and waist and tensed every muscle just to endure it.
…Fuck. Actual death by sex. No—I almost really died.
Thank god she’d contracted with a lower-grade fairy. If it had been mid-grade or higher, my spine would have been snapped into three pieces.
How many years had it been since I’d felt a real threat of dying? The long-dormant instinct for racial breeding woke up and poured itself straight into my cock.
“I’m coming…! Hnnngh!! Hnnnn—!!!”
I flooded Magical Sylph’s perfectly ripe pussy until it overflowed, and once again she clenched down hard enough that the pain of my spine nearly crushing felt real.
Then the cum I’d poured out hit the floor with a wet slap, and the crushing pressure around my neck and waist vanished.
“Nooo… Noona said… you can’t… hnn, haah!!”
Even then Magical Sylph kept whining between ragged breaths—but she dragged her tongue slowly across my face while her spent, trembling waist rocked against me in lazy little circles.