The First Night
Sihyun opened his eyes. His head spun so badly that it took him a while to regain his senses. He looked around, but the place was completely unfamiliar. Where the hell was he? Enduring the throbbing headache, he carefully pieced his memories back together.
His name was Yu Sihyun. A pitiful soon-to-be college graduate whose graduation was assured but whose job prospects remained undecided. A pathetic engineering student who had never once had a girlfriend in his life. Okay. No problems up to this point.
He had an interview scheduled, but a sudden magic beast alert had pushed his turn back to another day. He remembered walking under the scorching sun in utter dejection. Yes, he remembered that much. The heat had been so intense the asphalt smelled like it was melting. It was also incredibly humid from a recent rain. Wearing a suit on top of it all made him feel like he was trapped inside a steamer. Taxis refused to stop because of the crowds heading home, and the bus schedule was awkward enough to mean a long wait. Since it was so hot, he had decided to grab an ice cream from the convenience store and was on his way there when… And then… he saw the magical girl.
A flowing dress that shimmered with a pale green light. The overall impression was pure elegance, yet the light exposure of her limbs carried a subtle sensuality. Golden hair sparkled in the sunlight and danced in the breeze, and her smile—so content that even breathing seemed to bring her joy—had burned itself into his mind and refused to leave. He hadn’t stared at her chest for long, Your Honor. Please, just this once. But come on, she was a stunning beauty with breasts that large; how could any man not look? The elaborate outfit and overwhelming presence alone would have been enough to mark her as a magical girl, but what truly confirmed it was her action. Only a magical girl could fly around like that in plain sight.
She had probably flown here to defeat the magic beast lurking in the area. Sihyun wasn’t as obsessed with magical girls as his little sister, but she was famous enough that he knew exactly who she was. Spica. The magical girl named after a star. He had gotten the feeling she was looking in his direction. After that, his memories went blank. Had he collapsed from the heat? Had some kind person carried him to a cooler place? But the room was far too luxurious for that. Anyone helping a heatstroke victim would have left them on the floor of a convenience store or bank with strong air conditioning, or maybe on a sofa. At best, the company infirmary where he’d had the interview. No matter how he looked at it, this place could only be a high-end hotel.
A large, impeccably made bed. The restrained, meticulous interior only emphasized its luxury. There was a massive TV, a solidly carved wooden desk, and an overall spaciousness that felt entirely too refined. It was far too strange a location to have brought someone who had simply collapsed on the street.
“......”
For now, he left the bed and took a few steps. His body still felt off; his footsteps were clumsy. Three doors connected to the room. He opened the nearest one first. It slid open smoothly with no click at all. This clearly didn’t lead outside. The air was slightly warmer and more humid than the air-conditioned bedroom. It had to be the bathroom. He closed the door and turned toward the next one when—
“...Huh?”
He froze at the sight of himself in the mirror. Then he froze again at the voice that left his own throat.
“What the hell is this voice?”
The reflection was that of a beautiful girl. Slender limbs, a body made of soft curves. Looking closer, the facial features seemed faintly like his own. It reminded him of his younger sister as a child. Her age? Maybe middle school. Or perhaps elementary. He couldn’t be sure. He touched his arm. The girl in the mirror crossed her arms. Cool fingers brushed his forearm. He touched his face. The girl in the mirror placed her hands on both cheeks. He felt the warmth of his palms against his skin.
“What is this? What is this? What the hell??”
He turned away from the mirror and examined the rest of his body. Instead of the neat haircut he’d gotten at the barber a few days ago, long black hair now swayed down to his chest. His legs were thin. His arms were pale white. Where reasonably firm pectorals should have been, soft, modestly swelling breasts rose clearly. Where his cock had been, there was only a tightly closed slit.
“What is this… what happened to me…”
Dizziness washed over him. Strength drained from his body. His mind refused to accept reality. It felt like he might pass out at any second. Behind him came the sound of a door opening with a soft click. The flinch brought him slightly back to his senses. The door he hadn’t yet tried swung open, and someone stepped inside.
“Hello~ Have you regained your senses?”
“Ah… who are you…?”
The person who appeared was a magical girl. A familiar face. It was Spica. He had never spoken to her before, but seeing someone he recognized gave him a small sense of relief. Besides, he knew all magical girls were good people. She must have come to help him.
“Are you the magical girl Spica? Did you come to save me?”
Still dazed, he staggered toward her on unsteady legs, practically crawling. Tears streamed down his face as he begged.
“Where is this? Why… why am I in this body? I was a man. I remember my address, I remember the school I went to. I’m—”
He babbled desperately, then looked up at her. She said nothing. The same smile she had worn when she first entered the room remained frozen on her face. That lifeless smile sent a chill down his spine.
“…Miss Spica…? Please say something… I haven’t done anything wrong. I swear. I was just walking down the street, woke up here, don’t know where I am, and my body’s turned into a girl’s…”
Maybe she was angry. It would make sense for anyone to get upset if a stranger rubbed a tear-and-snot-covered face all over their clothes. No matter how panicked he had been, he had been rude. Magical girls possessed physical abilities many times greater than ordinary people even without using magic. If someone like that decided to vent even a little frustration on him… his current fragile-looking body would never survive it. Even his original male body probably wouldn’t have fared well.
He had been clinging to her and sobbing with all his strength, yet Spica’s body remained completely unmoved, like a stone pillar. That inorganic smile continued to stare straight down at his face. Its sculptural beauty only made it more terrifying. Her breathing grew rougher, as though she were holding something back.
“Hiiik!”
Was she angry after all? At some point he found himself on the floor. His butt stung from the fall. He no longer had the strength to stand and could only crawl toward the door Spica had entered through.
Click. Click.
“Hello! Is anyone out there! Help me! Let me out!”
He twisted the doorknob again and again, but it refused to move. Tears blurred his vision. His running nose made it hard to breathe. Cold sweat soaked his entire body. His hands were slick with tears and mucus, causing the knob to slip constantly.
A rustling sound came from behind him. The soft whisper of fabric. He pressed his back to the door and looked at her. Slowly, one step at a time, Spica approached. Her face was flushed, as if burning with rage, and her breathing came hard.
“Stop! Don’t come any closer!”
Of course she ignored him. In his panic he pushed desperately against the floor with his feet, but he was quickly backed into a corner. There was nowhere left to run. He swung his arms to shove her away, but both wrists were easily caught in her hands. No matter how hard he struggled, they didn’t budge.
“Ugh… her strength…”
She pinned both his arms with one hand and reached toward him with the other. The smile had vanished from her face, replaced by a serious expression. Her rough breathing was directed at his lower body. She lifted his skirt and, in the blink of an eye, yanked his panties off.
“Kyaa! What are you doing?! Give me back my panties!”
The cute white panties with their little red ribbon flew toward the center of the room. His hands were suddenly free. Before he could even register it, Spica’s head had already slipped under his skirt.
“Ah♡ Wait, no, stop!”
A soft, wet sensation. He twisted in shock, trying to pull away, but her hands held his waist in an iron grip. He pushed at her head through the skirt with both hands, but they only slid uselessly over her long, silky hair.
“No! Don’t! Stop! Wait, just a second!”
It was a feeling he had never experienced. The moisture beneath the skirt grew heavier, and the wet sounds from his lower body grew louder.
“Ah, wait! Ugh… stop… ah… ahng♡”
The strength in his arms trying to push her away gradually faded. All he could do was clutch at her head through the fabric and endure. Every time his back arched and twitched, the hard wall behind him sent jolts through his shoulders and the back of his head.
“Ah ah ah ah…! Ah! Aah! No! Ah! Aah..!”
Pleasure raced from his lower body like lightning, spreading through every limb. His vision went white for a moment and his mind blanked. He twisted and slammed against the wall, but the pleasure drowned out any pain.
Only then did Spica lift her head from between his legs.
“Haa… haa… haa… …This is the worst.”
So she hadn’t been angry—she had been in heat. When he finally managed to look down, he saw her face beneath the fallen hem of the skirt. Her expression was dazed and stupid, completely different from before. The fact that even that looked beautiful felt unfair. Her hazy eyes didn’t seem focused on anything in particular. The glistening fluid on her lips and nose was impossible to ignore, so he instinctively turned his head in embarrassment.
“Kyaa?!”
A sudden weightless sensation. His vision spun wildly, like riding a roller coaster, before his back sank into something soft. When he looked around, it was the same view he had seen when he first woke up. She must have lifted him bodily and laid him on the bed in an instant.
Was the same thing about to happen again? Thinking positively had been a mistake. Of course, even if he had known what was coming, the only preparation he could have made was mental.
Spica, who had not yet climbed onto the bed, stared down at him. Her skirt slid to the floor, followed by her panties. The magical girl’s most precious place was exposed to the air. But the sight was nothing like what he had imagined. What rose there was large, hard, and unmistakably a cock.
“…..Eh.”
It was massive enough to be obvious even from a distance. So thick he doubted his now-tiny fingers could wrap around it. It twitched, veins pulsing grotesquely. Every bob and sway radiated firm elasticity and raw power. He could feel its heat even without touching it. Thick, clear fluid overflowed and dripped onto the sheets.
“You’re a girl but you have that…? …No way…?”
Spica climbed onto the bed. Her face burned with far more passion than before as her heated gaze roamed over his entire body.
“W-wait… even now, if you stop, I’ll forgive everything. I won’t tell anyone. Just let me go quietly…”
Having been a man himself, he understood perfectly. Once it reached this point, there was no stopping it. A cock that hard. A mind consumed by lust. And no one around to intervene.
“No. Should I use my hands? I used to be a guy, so I know how to make it feel good. Or would my breasts work? I don’t know how they feel, but they’re really soft. You can knead them if you want. Or should I squeeze it between them and rub? What about my mouth? It’s my first time, but I’ll try really hard.”
Just resting that thing on his body—how far would it reach? His navel? Deeper? There was no way this small frame could possibly take it.
“No. That size will never fit. It really won’t. Please.”
Spica approached slowly, but the bed was narrow and offered nowhere to flee. He kicked and hit her, but only succeeded in hurting his own hands and feet.
“No. No. It’s impossible. Just look the other way, please.”
She grabbed his thighs and slowly spread them. It felt like being held by a machine; he couldn’t move at all. No matter how he tried to pull away, he couldn’t escape. The tip of her cock pressed against his entrance.
A wet squelch sounded as scorching heat bloomed in his lower body. No matter how he twisted, the place where their genitals met seemed locked in place by some immutable law.
“Ah.”
A single word carrying every possible emotion.
“No no it won’t go in it’ll tear it hurts move stop forgive me come out I don’t like it I don’t know mom mom save me—”
Slowly. Leisurely, as if there were no rush at all, the thick shaft sank into the girl’s body. It was not a size a girl who had only become female a few hours ago could possibly endure. The small amount of arousal fluid she produced was laughably insufficient compared to the massive cock attached to Spica’s lower body. Cruelly, helplessly, the girl’s virginity was stolen by the magical girl.
“It hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts!!!!”
Blood overflowed and soaked into the pure white bed cover. Spica hugged him tightly with both arms. Her larger body pinned his legs down, rendering any resistance futile. Naturally, his lower body—impaled like a stake—couldn’t move either. Her hot breath against his ear burned. The tears would not stop. He thought numbly that he wished this were a dream. Trapped in a strange bedroom by the magical girl he respected, turned into a woman, and raped the moment they met. It didn’t feel like something that could happen in reality. Yet the hot sighs, the sweet scent of flesh, the soft pressure, and the searing pain in his lower body were all vividly, undeniably real.
They remained motionless for some time. The pain gradually became more bearable. The rough breathing against his ear slowly calmed. Only the tears continued to flow as if broken.
“I like you.”
“Huh?”
With a firm thrust, her cock pressed against his womb. Pain flared again as he flinched.
“I like you. I love you. You’re pretty. You’re so cute.”
“Ugh… ah! It hurts! Stop!”
The magical girl began to move, whispering her love with every thrust. Fresh pain surged through him. His body remained pinned; only his mouth was free.
“I like you. I love you. Please become mine.”
“Don’t say you like me! Don’t whisper that you love me!”
“You’re cute. You’re beautiful.”
“I feel like I’m losing my mind! I’m losing my mind!!”
“…Ugh…”
“Ah…. Aah…”
The end came sooner than expected. A huge amount of thick white fluid flooded him, so much that he could feel her cock twitching inside as she came.
“Ugh… it hurts…. Hic… sob…”
His arms and legs were finally free, but he no longer had any strength left to move. All he could do was cry and accept the reality before him.