Cohabitation Application
A few days had passed since Sihyun was discharged from the hospital. During that time, he had been given a decent one-room apartment and was living alone. Between living separately and cohabiting, he had chosen to live separately. After all, moving from separate living to cohabitation could be done anytime, but going from cohabitation back to separate living was apparently difficult. The explanation he received was that if someone could freely drop from a higher-benefit stage to a lower one, there might be cases where people cherry-picked the benefits for a short time and then dropped back down. It wasn't wrong, but it was probably just a way to push cohabitation on him. I'll just raise it again later if I need to, Sihyun thought.
Spica commuted from the magical girl solo dormitory where she originally lived, coming to Sihyun's house every single day. She would arrive, eat breakfast with him, head out briefly for work, then return. They'd chat, play games together, and once evening came, she'd eat dinner before heading back. Since they were together every day, she didn't feel lonely, and Sihyun could enjoy his NEET life without any worries. Living a sweet, cozy life with a beautiful magical girl made Sihyun incredibly happy.
Spica, however, was not.
Spica thought to herself.
Until now, she had believed she was living a perfectly normal life.
But in reality, it was no different from the bleak existence of someone surviving on calorie bars and nutritional supplements.
It was even more colorless than a life of eating plain salad with no dressing.
And then, suddenly, a full-course meal prepared by the head chef of a five-star hotel had appeared right before her eyes, leaving her completely unable to think straight.
An orchestra unfolding inside her mouth.
The soft textures, the satisfying chew, the perfect temperature stimulating her taste buds, the appetite-whetting aroma she was experiencing for the first time, the colorful and harmonious sensations dancing across her tongue.
She realized she had wasted half her life.
For a magical girl, that was what love was.
But after that.
A delicious feast was laid out right in front of her, yet all she was allowed was a bowl of plain rice and one side dish at a time. Of course it was delicious. Of course she was happy. Compared to the days when she had naively thought that just getting enough nutrition to survive was enough, this was several levels of upgrade in her life.
But Spica was dissatisfied.
But we've only been holding hands for four days now!
That's right. It hadn't even been a full week since she'd had that mind-blowingly intense sex with Sihyun that made him pass out, yet Spica's patience was already hitting rock bottom.
Still... at least a kiss should be okay, right? No, maybe it's about time he starts groping my ass and breasts?
Spica's way of thinking was no different from that of a middle school boy who had just lost his virginity. Wasn't a life with a newly grown cock supposed to be this constantly horny? That's what Spica thought, but if an ordinary man could read her mind, he would shake his head in disbelief at the flood of obscene fantasies swelling inside her head. Since the only people around her she could ask for advice were other magical girls, her misunderstandings only accelerated further.
That's right. Sihyun-ssi and I already had intense sex.
It had been unexplained rape.
We did lovey-dovey stuff!
The only one who had whispered "I love you" was Spica.
We're even engaged to be married!
They weren't.
No matter how you looked at it, she soon realized those things had only happened in yesterday's dream. But the memory of the bedsheets soaked with the semen from her morning wet dream only strengthened Spica's resolve even more.
Who said magical girls had deep patience? They were simply sincere only toward their lovers.
Spica finished her preparations.
"Sihyun-ssi."
"Hmm? What's up, Spica?"
"There's something I'd like you to listen to."
"What is it?"
They had already eaten and finished the dishes. Sihyun had been thinking about having a cup of tea. Spica had seemed tense ever since she came in for lunch, and now he finally understood why. It made him quite curious.
"Then shall we talk over tea?"
"Yes!"
"Alright, just wait a moment."
Sihyun brewed some jasmine tea for the nervous Spica. The sound of it pouring, the rising steam and fragrance seemed to calm her down a bit compared to earlier.
"Feeling better?"
"Yes! I'm ready."
"Good."
"Then, from now on, I will explain the 'Benefits of Cohabitation'!"
With those words, what Spica pulled out from her bag was a sketchbook. When she flipped open the cover, the words Benefits of Cohabitation were written in cute, rounded handwriting. The text was done in marker, with colored pencil decorations around the edges. It was incredibly adorable.
"Um... first, if we cohabitate..."
Even while tense, Spica continued speaking calmly. It was clear she had put a lot of thought into it. The parts about financial support from the Association were things Sihyun had already heard, so they didn't stir much interest. The main focus was on how they could be even more lovey-dovey together.
Living together would reduce travel time and let them spend more hours with each other. They could see each other in pajamas at night. They'd be assigned a standalone house, which was much larger than a one-room apartment and perfect for storing belongings. The soundproofing was excellent, so they could watch movies at full volume. She could help him wash in the mornings. There was a bathtub for proper baths instead of just showers. They could bathe together. And so on.
The list seemed to grow increasingly strange as it went on, but Spica herself was so cute that it didn't matter. Sihyun sat there grinning until they finally reached the last page of the sketchbook.
"That's all!"
—Clap clap clap clap—
"Thank you for your hard work."
"Ehehe. What do you think, Sihyun-ssi? Doesn't it make you want to cohabitate?"
"Hmm~ I wonder..."
Sihyun looked at Spica with some hesitation. Even after just a few days together, he could tell how kind she was and how devoted she was to doing anything for him. He had already decided they would cohabitate before long, but since this was his first time living on his own, he wanted to enjoy this feeling just a little longer. If he couldn't see Spica often, he might have agonized over it more, but since she came every single day without fail, he wondered what would really change if they lived together. For Spica, who could fly, the distance didn't seem that far anyway.
Spica noticed Sihyun's hesitation. She pulled out her final trump card from within her clothes.
"Then I'll give you this!"
"Where did you even pull that from?"
Spica handed him a single ticket. It was still warm, having been pulled from between her breasts.
"What is this?"
"It's a BP Ticket!"
"A BP Ticket?"
The ticket, about the length of a handspan, simply read BP Usage Rights in clean lettering, with a small expiration date in the corner noting it was valid until the year after next. Even if it was BP, the only thing that came to Sihyun's mind was Battle Pass. It couldn't possibly be a Boiling Point ticket.
"I'll give you one as a trial!"
"Hmm?"
"If you just use this ticket once, you'll absolutely never be able to refuse cohabitation!"
"Wow. That's an incredibly confident look."
"Here. Rip it with a rip!"
"Um... okay."
—Riiiip—
The art paper ticket tore apart. There was no magic that made it sparkle with light or burst into flames and vanish. It was just paper. Instead, Spica stood up from her seat with a serious expression.
She held out a sheet of paper and a pen. The application form labeled Cohabitation Application had every field filled out except for Sihyun's signature.
"Here you go."
"Hmm..."
Sihyun still had no idea what a BP Ticket was, but he first read through the application carefully. There were no unusual clauses; it was a perfectly ordinary form, just as he'd heard.
"Hey Spica, this is... huh?"
He looked to where Spica had been, but she was gone. He heard rustling from under the dining table, so it seemed she was underneath it. Had she dropped something?
"Hiek!?"
A cool draft touched his lower body.
.....His pants had been pulled down.
"Kyaaak!"
While he was still startled by the sudden event, even softer hands than before swiftly removed his underwear as well. The hard wooden texture of the chair pressed directly against his bare buttocks. There was only one possible culprit.
"Spica!"
"There, there. Please relax."
"How the hell am I supposed to relax! Ugh..."
He clamped his legs together with all his strength. Spica's hands gently pried them apart. His arms were pinned, making it impossible to close them again. He tried to cover himself with his palms. They were lightly pushed aside like willow branches. His perfectly smooth pussy was exposed to the air. Every time Sihyun tried to squeeze his legs shut, his labia twitched and trembled.
"BP stands for Bozi Palgi (Cunnilingus)!"
"Hey, you crazy bitch!"