Chapter 19
Chapter 19
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 19
Chapter Title: Make the Married Magical Girl Climax! 1
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I have to engage in a physical relationship with Han Min-jeong, who possesses the flaw of sadism.
It was sudden, and that was problematic enough, but as my head cleared, an even bigger worry surfaced.
"I've only just lost my virginity not long ago... Can I really do this well?"
The only real experience I'd had was that intense time with Se-ah Sister in the living room.
And even that had been nothing but surrendering to raw desire like animals—no technique or anything—just pure instinct. So, I had no confidence in handling a woman properly.
Sister seemed satisfied, though...
Since it was both our first times, we might have just been riding the dopamine high, lost in the moment, devouring each other. But her reaction—shuddering in the afterglow of climax—had felt genuine.
Come to think of it, even Cha Ye-rin, who had regressed mentally due to her flaw manifesting, hadn't gone all the way, but I'd definitely satisfied her physically.
"Maybe... I actually have a talent for this?"
A baseless surge of confidence welled up inside me.
Sexual satisfaction can't entirely ignore penis size and girth.
I had a pretty impressive tool myself, so I figured even an experienced married woman like Han Min-jeong could be satisfied. With that thought, I headed to the meeting spot.
No matter that it was consensual—even in a home with a husband, I lacked confidence. Maybe that's why Han Min-jeong had notified me separately of the time and place. I arrived there.
"Ah, there she is."
A lone woman stood blankly on the neon-lit night street.
She looked similar to how she'd been that morning, but under the garish lights, she had this strangely alluring vibe. Han Min-jeong waited for me with a gloomy expression.
Her hair caught my eye first—no longer dyed with magic, it was a two-tone of brown and green, tied up.
Next came those overwhelming breasts that stole my gaze.
Whoa, damn...
Even with an apron on earlier, they'd jutted out proudly from the sides. Now, with nothing covering them, their sheer presence was staggering.
Every man around was drawn to those maternal swells proudly shaping the cream-colored sweater.
Her waist looked relatively slim compared to the massive chest, flowing into a subtle erotic curve.
She doesn't seem dressed up at all... and that makes it even hotter.
A faithful, chaste housewife standing alone in the middle of this flashy night street—the disconnect was insane.
The everyday eroticism and mature allure of a typical homemaker blended with the decadent night atmosphere, stirring an indescribable sense of immorality.
Especially since she'd been in plain jeans that morning, but now she wore skin-tight white ones that accentuated her ripe lower body's lines even more.
Just approaching this plainly dressed housewife, like she'd rushed out from chores at her sex partner's call—it was enough to flood me with massive taboo thrill.
"Oh, have you been waiting long?"
You idiot!
I ended up stammering without thinking.
Han Min-jeong looked at me—my face full of anxious tension, like we were having an affair—and urged me to hurry along.
"Let's go."
Her curt, urgent voice carried a hint of nervousness.
She clearly found this situation just as uncomfortable and awkward.
Thinking about it, we'd only met today, and here I was, diving straight into bed with her.
Embracing my tangled, unresolved thoughts, we walked the streets until we reached a rather fancy hotel.
"Here?"
I startled at the upscale exterior and asked. She confirmed it.
"This hotel has a contract with the government for retired Magical Girls."
"Huh? Oh... Is it cheap or something?"
"Pardon? Well, partly, but we might see blood, right? If we did that in a regular hotel, it'd get reported. It's for Magical Girls in situations they can't show to others, or those needing 24-hour care."
"Ah..."
I'd heard about these affiliate facilities during Care Supporter training, but I'd prioritized urgent info and hadn't memorized the details.
So that means this place is full of Magical Girls with severe flaws...
Those requiring constant monitoring or care, or ones under protective observation for wrongdoing—they'd stay here too.
Following Han Min-jeong inside, the front desk attendant greeted us with a bright smile.
"Han Min-jeong, the reservation."
"Ah, Ms. Han Min-jeong."
The attendant handled check-in smoothly and directed us to the room.
No words passed between us through the bustling lobby, elevator ride up.
Han Min-jeong hugged herself protectively, like a pig led to slaughter, maintaining the awkward silence.
It's kinda pissing me off...
We both knew this was unavoidable, but her acting like the victim made my blood boil for no reason.
Entering the room together revealed a plain space with just the bare essentials: furniture and a bed for staying over.
"I'll go wash up."
As if used to this, she briskly headed to the bathroom first.
Her cold attitude made my gut churn.
I'd rather be with Se-ah Sister. I don't want to do this with some selfish bitch like her.
Explaining to Sister would be awkward, and even if I did, I doubted she'd understand. So I'd come here fleeing.
A heavy guilt weighed on me.
I hadn't wanted this—why should I feel guilty? It only irritated me more.
Hearing the shower water pouring from behind the bathroom door snapped my patience like a thread.
"Fine. I'll do her thoroughly."
No choice now—I'd go all out.
I'd planned to treat it as a duty, but the more climaxes built on heightened emotion, the less blood I'd have to deal with.
In other words, pound her all night long, make her climax over and over, then just show blood at the end.
I tossed the prepared condom box onto the bedside table and stripped.
But can I really go all night?
I trusted my stamina and libido, but as a total noob whose only experience was straight sex, could I get flashy enough to last?
Doubts crept in, so I devised a new plan.
Right on cue, Han Min-jeong emerged from the shower, wrapped in a towel.
Whoa, fuck. Married women really have killer bodies.
Steam rising, she stepped out, and saliva flooded my mouth.
Her damp brown hair cascaded like a waterfall, evoking the forbidden glimpse of an ordinary housewife's private side—that taboo rush hit hard.
Her soaked, porcelain skin and the overflowing maternal pouches peeking over the towel were a breathtaking sight.
Sister had this pheromonal, instinct-stirring scent, but Han Min-jeong smells like fragrant flowers.
Running a flower shop made it natural, but damp with water, the aroma intensified, rich and heady, almost dizzying.
She hesitated a moment, then approached the bed with a hardened expression.
"You should wash up too."
I shook my head at her low suggestion, refusing.
"Who are you ordering around?"
"Pardon?"
She faltered at my sudden shift in attitude.
I planned to 'train' her into a masochist—make it easy for her to feel it and heighten her emotions.
A half-baked idea born from suppressing her sadistic tendencies by remolding her into the opposite.
But it should work.
Training her to climax easily would minimize my role, so I flipped my passive demeanor 180 degrees.
"You! What kind of rude attitude is this?"
She protested, face stiff. I grabbed her arm and forced her to kneel at my feet.
"Eek?!"
At my aggressive, sudden action, the towel slipped off, fully revealing her ripe married body.
Her magnificent breasts jiggled so intensely I could almost hear them sloshing, and my cock drooled precum like it was salivating.
Blocking her scream, I handed her my phone.
"What's this?"
She stared up at me blankly, phone in hand, utterly lost.
Suppressing my boiling lust with her naked body inches away was torture, but I held back and stated my intent.
"Call your husband. Video call."
"......Pardon?"
She couldn't grasp it and asked again.
Facing this pitiful married woman in an incomprehensible situation, I decided to be even crueler.
"I'll fuck you while you're on video call with your husband. So call him."
"Wh-what... What nonsense is this?!"
"Why? Doesn't heightened emotion lower the flaw's intensity? No backtalk—call him now. Or should I?"
The shame-induced emotional peak would help reach climax, and aid her masochist training too.
Two birds with one stone.