9. A Magical Girl's Private Life

The sun hangs high in the midday sky. Bright sunlight pours into the room. On this fine day, I'm buried head to toe under the covers, lying blankly on the bed. The air inside is stuffy and humid, but I don't want to come out. The cafe's closed today too. Must be nice having money. It was just a cafe I started out of boredom anyway, so taking a day off myself is fine.

My underwear's sticky with sweat, which feels gross, but taking it off is a hassle, and changing is even more of one. As long as it hasn't gotten on the blanket, it's okay. Even if it has, whatever—it's my blanket. My body's limp like it's been wrung out. I feel languid, limbs heavy, no desire to move. I rest my head on the pillow, roll onto my side, and tap the internet search bar.

Below the search bar, recent searches scroll down in a list.

"Holy shit." As I scroll down further, the searches just keep going endlessly. I even spot a few in English midway. Even to myself, it's ridiculous. What's ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the difference between this and some pervert stalking a celebrity? Cropping celeb faces onto bikini or nude pics. Googling up every weird photo out there. No different from those creeps. I was so horny back then that I searched it all, but now it just feels empty. And Tyranno's a minor, to boot. Looks it, acts it, and the reports on him nail it down as a minor.

I'm an adult—a magical girl fighting for justice, no less—and getting turned on by a minor? Kinda wrong, right? I keep questioning my conscience like that, but a whisper nags from the corner of my mind.

—But he's so fucking hot, though.

"Yeah, true." I tap any search, and Tyranno photos flood the screen. Him wielding and cracking the whip. Him straddling a defeated magical girl. That infuriating signature smirk. Seeing him grinning coolly as he takes down a magical girl, and my crotch starts itching again. My hand slips into my panties without thinking. I peek inside—my gray panties soaked dark, sticky fluids threading between my drenched thighs.

"Mm..." I masturbated all last night, jerking off nonstop thinking only of Tyranno. I even did a quick one just now, and it's already like this again... My head says I shouldn't, but my hand starts moving on its own. Worried about staining the bed or blanket, I don't take off my pants—just slide my hand inside and lightly touch the slick pink folds.

Not too hard at first. Gently. I press my thighs together, teasing the sealed mound around the entrance with my fingertips—brushing, not quite touching. It tickles like edging, and sticky fluid seeps out bit by bit from the slit. My brown skin glistens visibly even in the dim blanket cave.

—Hehe, loser♥ Perverted freak who loves tying up little kids♥ Why not untie this and go home to jerk off♥ You loser♥

Staring at the phone's Tyranno pics, fantasies spill into my head. In my imagination, I've captured him in some dark alley, bound tight with rope. He struggles, but it's deep night—no one's coming.

"Ahh..." The mound with its sparse golden pubes matching my hair starts to part. I kept it trimmed in case I got a boyfriend someday. Plenty of guys liked me, but my tastes locked onto arrogant little shits meant no boyfriend yet. Cobwebs down there from bad luck, but maybe I can clear 'em soon. I extend my middle finger, scraping the slit lightly with the thick pad. It's coated in thick white goo. Rubbing it between fingers, it strings without breaking.

—Hey, loser♥ No other losers but this one♥ There's a pervert loser right here!

Tyranno realizes no one's coming—his face pales, he spews curses, begs me to untie him, but I have zero interest. Forgetting my duty as a justice-upholding magical girl, forgetting adult responsibility not to touch minors, I approach him...

The fantasy deepens; my copper skin flushes hot, breath ragged. Gentle fingers turn rougher. The middle finger delves into the mound, probing stronger. My lower belly and touched spot itch in rhythm with the motions.

—Hehe, hehe, loser's making that gross face♥ Untie me quick♥ I'll forgive you if you do now♥ Won't even report you♥ So untie me, please?

I approach the begging Tyranno, strip off my magical girl pants and panties in one go—for justice and righteousness...

"Hngh... Ah... So... fucking... horny... Nngh..." Swish... swish... Hand back rubs against ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠panties, the sound echoing in my ears. Fast circles, occasionally scooping lightly inside the entrance. My gaze unfocuses on nothing. Tyranno's voice rings vividly in my ears.

—Eek... W-what, you pervert loser... Why're you taking off your pants... Don't... Don't do it, loser...

I thrust my fingers hard, then press the clit above the entrance with my nail.

—"Arrogant little shits like you need to be taught a lesson with pussy."

"Aaah... Yes... Grr... Fuck... Arrogant little shit bastard..." My hips and ass tremble lightly; the folds clench and release hard. Pleasure races down thighs and calves—I stretch my legs, curl my toes. Thick fluid spills from the hole, trickling over my pelvis. My gray cotton panties must be soaked through now.

"Haa... Haa..." Like spilling my fluids drained my energy too, I'm limp after cumming lightly. Emptiness and futility wrap around me post-orgasm. Jerking off to fantasies of raping a bratty kid younger than me. Disqualified as a magical girl—or even an adult. Keep this up, I might actually pounce on him. Tyranno keeps coming at me to reclaim his trophy whip I stole last time. Run into each other like that, feelings develop. Meet privately once or twice, grab food. Shit happens between men and women. Nicknames shift from loser to babe, babe to wife. Magical girls and Darkness execs falling for each other mid-fight? Happens all the time. Not impossible! Tyranno's young? Raise him and fuck him later.

"What the hell am I saying? Keep this up, I'll actually jump him. Snap out of it, Chae Sua. Snap out of it." ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠But wouldn't imagining and getting it out like this be better than actually pouncing? It's not illegal. Preemptively draining my lust reduces real risk, satisfies me—win-win, right?

"What bullshit is this?" I bury my face in the pillow. Hate myself for thinking it sounded legit even for a second.

...One more time? For real this time. I wriggle my hips to strip off pants and undies—

"Gah, you scared me!" On the screen with Tyranno's pic open, an emergency text pops up. Heart pounds like I got caught with porn, even though I did nothing wrong.

"Lemme see. Darkness villain at Futaba Park now, magical girls deploy ASAP...?" But Futaba Park's my turf, right?

"Ah... Fuck... Don't wanna go." I smother my face in the pillow, whine softly. Don't wanna! Such a hassle! Skip it? The thought loops, but what can I do? Gotta go.

"Fuck, was feeling so good after so long... Who the hell is this? I'll kill 'em." Tyranno? Please be Tyranno. For real. Anyone else dies by my hand. Filled with murderous intent for some faceless fucker, I sit up on the bed. Remove the earring-shaped magic stick from my ear, grip it.

Magical girl stick. Proof and weapon of a magical girl. Starts as gaudy gem-studded thing, but evolves to fit you as you gain experience and power. I don't need a weapon anymore, so I keep it as an earring. Super convenient—no need for one, smash 'em barehanded. Can't forget it on the subway.

"Love and light and justice and... uh, whatever... Power of good stuff, transform." Magical girl energy wraps my body, and I'm no longer Chae Sua—I'm the magical girl More Red.

The full-length mirror by the bed reflects More Red. Black leather corset cinched tight, heavy metallic crimson coat over it—the outfit suits a pirate or medieval fantasy more than a magical girl.

"Alright, smash quick and back." I open the living room's floor-to-ceiling window. Sharp chill wind from the 50th floor, but I ignore it, pinpoint the park.

"That it?" Park visible between buildings. People fleeing every which way, villains chasing and grabbing them.

"Yup, there." I kick off the floor, launch out the window. Recoil shoots me like a cannonball. Park nears, scene sharpens. Panicked crowds. Bat-human hybrid grunts tying people up tight. At the chaos center—

A villain issuing finger-point orders. Long cape covering her feet like a vampire, pale skin, blinding blonde hair draped down. Not Tyranno? You're dead.

Leave the grunts for other magical girls, land before the vampire.

"You've arrived. I am Arcade. Proud vampire, guh-hurk!" Slap! She mumbles something, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠so I backhand her flying far off.

"Can't even take one?" Because of this punk, my happy time... After so long. Felt so good.

"Ah, uh? Wha?" Arcade clutches her swollen cheek, mumbling nonsense—out of touch with reality.

"Hey. Skulls back in place."

"Y-yes?" Slap!

"No, over there." Slap!

"Listen to me—" Slap!

"Sorry—" Slap!

"...Please spare me, sis."

Arcade drops to her knees. A few slaps and she's tame. No spine.

"Sis is in a bad mood today. More like, was good till you ruined it. So just scram. Yeah?"

"B-before I go, I have something to say."

"What."

Then Arcade flashes a wicked grin.

"Tyranno. You wanna fuck him, don't you?"