Magical Girls Are Slow to Give Up
Magical girls are slow to give up. Magical girls possess formidable perseverance. Standing ready in endless tension for monsters that might appear at any moment. Fighting prolonged battles amid the ceaseless waves of their legions. Continuing relentless training to save lives and vanquish enemies. Pondering, researching, always asking: is there a better way, a superior method? None of it would be possible without unyielding tenacity.
Magical girls are humanity’s final hope and bulwark. Every one of them carries a powerful spirit forged through hardship and adversity. Since the current system was established, their mortality rate has proven far lower than expected. Yet if one looks back through history, the further into the past one travels, the higher that death rate climbs. Countless waves of monsters. Unending assaults. Powerful beasts appearing the instant they were forgotten. Sacrifices made to protect ordinary people. So many magical girls fell without ever knowing love.
Even so, they refused to surrender and kept fighting. Their driving force came, of course, from agape love, a sense of justice, and the duty born of their extraordinary power. But there was also the quiet strength of perseverance that simply would not let them stop. Thanks to those magical girls, humanity has not yet fallen. They endured until this present peace could arrive. That refusal to give up has saved countless lives and, in the end, saved the human race itself.
And among them was one especially persevering magical girl.
“Sihyun-ssi! Here’s some water! I brought it with ice cubes floating inside!”
“Sihyun-ssi! Would you like me to massage your shoulders?”
“Sihyun-ssi! I’ve finished the laundry, the cleaning, and all the dishes! Is there anything in particular you’d like to eat?”
“Sihyun-ssi! It’s a figure of your favorite character! You wanted one, didn’t you?”
“Th-thank you…”
For the past several days Sihyun had been swept up in Spica’s relentless offensive. Ever since he had pulled the frightened girl into his arms the day before yesterday, her excessive kindness had continued without pause. It went far beyond simple gratitude for the comfort he had offered. The care felt almost too much.
“Spica. Did you do something wrong to me?”
“No!”
“If you tell me honestly right now, I’ll forgive you.”
“There’s nothing! I haven’t done anything wrong yet!”
“Hmm…”
Sihyun stared straight into both of her eyes, interrogating her, but Spica remained perfectly composed. Maybe it really was just his imagination?
“I’m only doing this because I know how hard it must be for you to go through another period, Sihyun-ssi.”
“I’m fine. Other than the occasional bleeding, it doesn’t hurt much at all.”
Unlike his first period, this one brought almost no pain. He had heard it before, but most partners of magical girls developed constitutions that barely suffered menstrual cramps. Advances in feminization magic had established methods to adjust the body to that degree. The first period was especially painful because the body had not yet stabilized after transformation and the unfamiliar sensations made everything hypersensitive; those two factors created a vicious synergy. Even though the staff member had assured him it would be fine, he had still been secretly terrified after the agony of the first one. Experiencing it for himself, however, proved they had been right—it truly didn’t hurt at all. When the blood suddenly appeared he had already been through it once and had been expecting it, so he wasn’t startled. As long as he changed pads regularly, everything felt more or less normal.
“I also feel sorry for pretending I knew all about periods when I’ve never had one.”
“You did that for my sake too, didn’t you?”
The moment his previous period had ended, Spica had honestly confessed that she had never experienced one herself. Since it was over and he had calmed down, and because he knew she had done it for him—and had more or less suspected it anyway—Sihyun had coolly forgiven her lie. He had thought the matter was completely closed, so he was a little flustered when she brought it up again.
“Anyway, I simply want to do even more for you!”
“Hmm…”
He had assumed it would last a day or two, but Spica showed no sign of stopping. After several days passed, Sihyun lost the will to keep questioning her. Although the period itself did not hurt, the passage of blood clots left his mood rather sour, and he did not want to dwell deeply on anything else. He had only poked at her because the strangely smiling way she looked at him felt vaguely unsettling. There was clearly something going on, yet he had no way of finding out what.
“……”
“What is it, Sihyun-ssi? Do you need something?”
“No. I’m fine.”
They say you can’t spit in a smiling face. Seeing Spica beam at him with that bright, sunny smile, Sihyun found himself unable to say anything more. He simply decided to return to what he had been doing.
Sihyun’s prediction was, of course, entirely correct.
Spica had an ulterior motive. She was planning something big and had been carefully laying the groundwork. If one committed a wrongdoing, one naturally had to deal with the consequences. But what if one did everything right beforehand? Wouldn’t that make it easier for Sihyun’s anger to soften a little? With that shallow calculation in mind, Spica had poured her whole heart into attending to his every need.
When he had looked her straight in the eye and tested her, Spica had remained confident. The statement ‘I haven’t done it yet’ was one hundred percent true. Exactly. Since she still had not committed the act, it was not a lie.
Not long ago Sihyun had held her tight to comfort her. There seemed to have been a misunderstanding somewhere in the chain of reports from her junior. The misunderstanding was that Spica, terrified he would leave her, wanted to have a child as a bond between them. But was it truly only a misunderstanding? She had thought she had simply thrown the idea out while trying to persuade her junior to give her the information. Yet perhaps a deep desire had been sleeping inside those words all along?
Spica decided to seriously excavate her own heart. Why, exactly, had she wanted to do it raw with Sihyun-ssi? What was the reason she longed to thrust her cock inside him without the thin barrier between them and pour out thick, cloudy semen? Was it simply because she knew it felt better without a condom? Because her body remembered that removing the bothersome membrane would let her feel him far more vividly? Because the sensation of his twitching, bumpy inner walls wrapping around her cock would transmit directly to her skin? Or was it because she wanted to impregnate Sihyun-ssi? Because she wanted to hold a cute child who resembled him in her arms? Because she wanted to build a happy family and achieve the precious great work of linking dreams and life to the next generation? Because she wanted to create a physical, tangible bond between them so he could never leave her again? Or had she simply wanted to see Sihyun-ssi pregnant? To gently stroke his swollen belly, hug the maternal Sihyun-ssi who moved with extra care no matter where he went, and secretly begin caressing him with her hands while asking, “You’re about to become a mother—should you really be this lewd?” only to hear him cry out, “Ah♡ Ahut♡ I’m sorry for being so lewd even though I’m a mom eeeeet♡♡”?
She thought her sexual tastes had been growing increasingly manic lately, but had she really gone that far without realizing it?
Spica agonized. She turned her heart inward, observing it coldly. Fortunately, because she had been separated from Sihyun-ssi during standby duty, she had time to think with a clear head. Had she needed deeper physical pleasure? Had she needed a token of love, a new life that resembled Sihyun-ssi? After several days of contemplation she finally understood. Both desires were her honest truth.
Having organized her thoughts, Spica decided to go through with it. She abandoned her original long-term plan. The new idea was simpler: after Sihyun’s safe days passed, she would somehow obtain permission to do it raw once. Since everything is difficult the first time, she would get him accustomed to raw sex on safe days after that. Once his resistance had almost disappeared, she would gradually lengthen the timing, moving closer and closer to dangerous days until she finally impregnated him.
That had been the thinking of a coward. Could she really endure such a drawn-out campaign? No! She could no longer suppress the feelings that kept growing larger inside her. Spica made up her mind. She steeled her resolve.
The moment this period of Sihyun’s ended—on the single most dangerous day—she would fill his belly until it overflowed with semen. It was easier to ask for forgiveness than permission!
While she looked after him and enjoyed the pleasant sight of a happy Sihyun, time passed in the blink of an eye. The moment had arrived.